-- PERSONAL LOG: THE RAGE-

"One moment, I saw my Director - I saw my brothers in arms, and I saw the Duke. A  contraption created in the middle of EZ, as well. Sarkics. Bastards. The lot of them. I saw it all - and I moved to try and help my friend. Director 'V', I saw him struggling near the structure. Something came over me, however. I could barely move, and all I could do is watch."

"And then, the anger began. Not what I usually felt when fighting these abominations. Far more primal. I felt as if I could rip a Sarkic apart with my bare hands. I felt all the pain, the rage, the suffering of my men and those around me. And all I could see was the enemy."

"Sarkics, so many of them. All around us, nothing but abominations. And I could feel the fear on them. XI-8 saw it all too, and so we got to work."

"But something was wrong. I could not tell, but something was oh so wrong."

"And it turns out that those Sarkics we saw in the ruins of Site-66, were not really Sarkics."

"Site-66 was not lost."

"We were. And we had just slaughtered our own."

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