Sector 94 Division 3 Alpha unit research organizar Brahm Marconez. I know I may not look the whole De Loso brainy type of employee what with my whole get up these days but I was one of the very first to get my ass caught up in the trash hoop during the construction of Sector 3. At the time I was still in minor duty doing all the trash work and bullshit De Loso had going on at the time. You know how hard it is working for an organization that expected you to dish out a report on a sympathiayan Bograt within the limit of a three day schedule? By the time they had handed me the request forms for my " presence" at this newly constructed research enrichment division I honestly couldn't give a damn less about what I was reading or even where I was going. Hell I think I signed the sheet before the post counselor could even leave my cubicle. in less than three days they had me first class on a one way flight into sector 94. I thought I was hot shit, I really did. I mean who wouldn't think that being offered something like that? A chance to get out, a new position...a bigger paycheck even. Only surprised me more that we were being dumped in a swamp. I damn well should have known what would happen but a swamp in the middle of nowhere? What the hell were these people possibly thinking? Place was a nightmare like out of some sort of horror story. I think that day was the last I saw the sun for more than several years.
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Sector 94 Sublevel 5B Biomech overseer Geustoch Floyd
The sector in question, the very reason I am here today *chuckle* was quite a view. Sector 94 up until then had been an unexplored portion of the world. I was surprised they had even been as far as to ensure a research enrichment center could be established on such an unstable land. Well it wasn't actually on land you see. Divison 3 had been built upon Guoi Morn water. That was the most expansive field in the region of composed entirley of water. The plant life that had well been growing there for the past thousand years was astounding. An entire culture of plant life that had sustained itself within a dark enviroment in an ecosystem that was otherwise devoided of the natural nurishment every plant organism needs to thrive. Of course I'm only bringing out the good qualities. The plant life...well.. it certainly did not add to morale in any of the units. For one thing the largest and most thriving species were so large that they had completley consumed all light and thus left the entire facility on an eternal night. Talk about depressing. Sorry I kid a lot. I remember the first day when I arrived. the trees far down below the copter were like large open claws tearing at the sky as if trying to escape the world they were otherwise stuck in. We would share this burden soon enough as well.
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Division 3 Sector 94 Alpha research team 9.2 member Herald Gene. Sector 3...? You mean Boboa swamp? Christ it's been years now. It hasn't been long enough though to forget that goddamn place. Pardon my language. * he lets out a sigh* I don't remember what brought me there. Maybe I wanted to make something of myself, maybe I wanted the glory of actually working with a team that was meant something for once, maybe I just wanted something new. Whatever went through my head that ever brought me there was a mistake that will follow me the rest of my life in my nightmares. As an Aplha research party our main goal is to scout rough terrain and report, maybe even secure samples of whatever it is that's there. I had gone plenty of times on routine work in other sectors. 57, 38, even sector 12, you know, Zangerath central. Why the hell didn't they clear this sector before they sent us in? A lot of men and women who meant something were lost to that swamp, to the darkness and to all the things in there that are forever burned into my mind. I knew this one man. Williams. that is all we knew about him. He was this quiet old man who sat beside himself every day. He never made eye contact and just seemed to stare out into nothing. He made up the lack in his commitment to the research groups. The man had one hell of a sense finding things. One day he was angry. Shouting and throwing around some tables in the mess hall. We couldn't figure out what had happened, maybe he had just lost it like a few others had. The place had that affect on some people. We didn't see him for a whole week but there he was on our fifty seventh trek through sub sector seventeen. I don't know why but I approached him, Began to talk. The old man began to wheep. Apparently he had lost his wife a year earlier and his greiving was far than done. We began to talk in that darkness as if everything was normal for once...hell..I think somewhere on his face his expression seemed to grow less sharp. He was a good man that bad things had happened to. That day...well I think it all had just caught up with him. In that dark all we have is our equipment consisting of our flashlights, our terrain suits...and our guns. Williams fell out of my view for just one moment, a moment before I could find him he had fallen into a larg watery ditch. I started to laugh waiting for him to come up gasping for air. He did not. After thirty seconds I did not see white hair float to the surface of that dirty water. I panicked. I will admit that. I called to a nearby squad who immidietly knew what was happening by my desperation. As one reached in they were immidietly yanked in without any time to even let out a scream. Someone had grabbed onto their hand and was pulling at it violently as the arm squirmed this way and that. Finally they came back out of the water...*sighs with a slight tremble* their head had no longer been part of the torso and instead was a fountain of blood. I never saw Williams again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Division 3 sublevel 7F Shreem handler/ researcher Terra Walword. I spent most of my time within a very small, very cold, and yes sometimes very dark interior. I had not actually seen the outside of the facility however me and my staff had more than enough to venture a guess what was on the other side of all this metal that protected us otherwise. As my job title states I am a shreem handler. Our main duty was to study the psycological and biological perimeters of a shreem. It is a very dangerous job of course...however what we were brought was an entirely new form of Shreem built only on survival in an enviroment that almost guarenteed that impossible.I am not authorized to let loose information on our subjects you understand. I will go as far to say however that my life was no more balanced on a thin string as it had been during my occupation at Division 3.
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Division 3 was one of the main first research centers established by the De Loso research organization in their multinational development. Some of the most profound and possibly even deadliest species of shreem have been located within sector 94. The Division in question however located in Boboa swamps in the Eastern Darklands has many times been broached for it's infamousy in it's poor health standards and protocol that rivals even that of Division 4. Many argue that Division 3 should be deorganized and further shut down while many others consider the valuable contents and information that could very well be still in the deeper regions of Boboa swamp. De Loso however made a statement on the situation with a follow up " De Loso is devoted to the knowledge gained from our valient employees giving the common people the first hand information that will not only educate but also protect them in the future." no further comments were released and De Loso has yet to make any further statements.