Starfield:Dr. Barakova's Journal (Original Universe)
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| ID | 0028ACEF | ||
| Editor ID | MQ207C_Nishina01_DrBarakovaSlate_I | ||
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| Type | Slate | ||
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| The alternative universe's version can be found on a side table nearby (but in the original universe). | |||
[This slate contains Dr. Barakova's personal journal. Posted to a 180-day rotation, the doctor has loathed every hour spent treating headaches, paper cuts, and sore feelings after yet another inane scientific argument. A few entries catch your attention.]
Day 21, 14:54 Mr. Hughes reported an emergency with the particle accelerator engineering team. Code Blue, full trauma kit on standby. Was it methane poisoning? A bite from some terrifying, venomous lifeform? No. Evidently, Mr. McCarrick dropped a drill on his foot while assembling the containment housing. Minor bruising, not even a sprain. Clearly, we're dealing with dangerous, unknown phenomena here.
Day 64, 01:15 There's been an explosion on the research level. Full security lockdown, alarms blaring. Hughes is trying to regain control. I am, of course, standing by.
Day 64, 05:42 Director Patel ordered us to stand down at 05:00.
We have one presumed fatality: Mr. Aguerro, our chief engineer, was conducting a late-night test when the explosion occurred. There was a brief release of hydrogen gas, quickly contained. No other injuries reported.
The research level is still locked down; there's apparently no way to get down there short of an excavation team. That kills the research schedule for the rest of our tour. I suggested sending a distress signal to see if we could be relieved early. The Director shot it down.
Four more months. Just four more months.
[The most recent entry is for day 157.]
