Captain's Log, sub date 'Day 1, 05 59'.

The group has coalesced very nicely. Commander Niverio, Chief Korfballer, Lieutenant V3XT, Ensign Crover and I have decided on a name for our army - N.E.R.D. (NoJo Eradication and Removal Dominion). It seemed appropriate and apropos.

Our enemy is faceless, nameless. Well they have names and probably have faces but it is much easier when you pretend they don't have faces. NoJo Kahn has assembled a team of diabolical rogues who would stab you in the back just so you'd turn around so they could stab you in the chest. Menace, Roozbeh, Juan and Panda are the lowest of the low - subhumans that shall be erased from the history of these seas. Unless they give me specialists.

I feel that they may already be fracturing. Roozbeh just keeps texting 'Kiiiiiiiiingggzzzzz' in the public chat. Juan had to hook up his solar panel phone charger just to recover from voting. Panda just sits there eating bamboo. I refuse to feel confident. It will be a long and brutal affair, but N.E.R.D. shall prevail!

I shall enjoy a cup of Earl Grey tea and retire to my chambers to dream of holding NoJo's faceless head high to the heavens! And also Youporn.

End communication.

Operator's Record Cycle 1
Operator: Pandasecret
START OF LOG
Our squadron has successfully entered the Subterfuge deep sea territory and set up base. Although scattered, we will soon regroup and assess the situation. Team leader nojo34, operators mm1menace, roozbeh, and Juanma206 are all at the ready.
Scanners show hostile units around us; we must act quickly and with tact if we are to surive the treacherous depths of the sea.
Our enemies have been identified, and are known hostiles: Their leader, codename "radioactivity", and his renegade group which he calls the NERD of niverio, thekorfballer, v3xt, and crover. Our task force TOTR (Turn off the radio) has been assigned to make sure these criminals are brought to justice, and to be made an example of, and remembered forever. Unless they give me specialists and then we can let them off the hook.
The battle looks easy, as radioactivity has lost his ability to properly communicate and is reduced to communicating via emojis. Crover appears to have taken too many sleeping pills and is reacting slowly against our maneuvers. And thekorballer has curled himself into a ball and is rolling around on the seafloor. This will be a quick mission, and TOTR will not fail to deliver.
I shall now complete scheduled sub maintenance to ensure best performance against our enemies.
END OF LOG.

Log of Fractal Drillers

*crickets*

End Transmission.

I'm not even going to do a captains log because my creative essays in school are trash oh, WTF here I go

Captains log. Day one
*khhkht* I don't have much time, I think the communicstion system is compromised. I can only give a brief summary of my experience as captain in the event this log falls into N.E.R.D hands. I have chosen the best agents I know,
Pandasecret, Roozbeh, Mmenace, and Juanma206. We are TOTR (Turn off the radio) and our job is destroy the evil scum N.E.R.D lead by the infamous radioactivity. Our mission is clear, eyes on the target. I can not give details here becuase there are spies around here. More reports incoming. Over. *khhkht*

Turn off the radio is the most lame name ever. Amd even your captain uses radio himself. We rest our case.

These logs are AMAZING.

Well done.

Operator’s Record Cycle 1
Operator: mm1Menace

START OF LOG:

Menace here. Day 1 is nearly in the books. This looks to be just another boring task; criminals like this have acted up before, and they have been put in their place again and again. This time will be no different.

In fact, this may be easier. Typically when rebel groups form, they have powerful and influential leaders – that cannot be said of “Radioactivity.” I’ve heard that he is a tea drinker – Earl Grey no less. I write this while sipping my Jack Daniels neat, you know, like a man. More than that, his group appears weak. Surprisingly, the thug Radio has given his traitorous team military ranks. This is highly unusual, and more importantly, they are certainly unwarranted. I will give them some names of my own.

Crover is nicknamed the “Hibernating Bear” in his usual gang of brutes; point in fact, he has been MIA for half the day. I’ll keep that name for him.
Korfballer and Niverio are more active, but they have chosen passive shades of blue – on the map they look like a sad pair of Blue Balls.
I have heard vicious, terrible things about the behavior of V3xt, though. I have nicknamed him the “B3ast” for now. I imagine much of his anger stems from his parents giving him a name that included a number. That old song “A Boy Named Sue” comes to mind.

So there they are, the Brothers Blue Balls, the Hibernating Bear, the B3ast, and their captain, though he deserves not the title, the Bastard.

We did have some issues immediately. Installing a solar panel phone charger wasn’t in our plans, but it did prove to be an effective team-building exercise. The constant chanting of Kiiiiiiiiingggzzzzz was a bit distracting, but Panda brought some bamboo snacks; they were a little hard on the teeth, but provided the sustenance we needed.

Regardless, we are now in position, and it is just a matter of days before we
*!*!*!* BEEP *!*!*!*
*!*!*!* ALERT *!*!*!*
Wtf. My sonar is going crazy! Woah.
*!*!*!* MULTIPLE SUBS HAVE APPEARED *!*!*!*
May Day! May Day! Captain Nojo, I have multiple incomings from both Crover and Niverio! What I expected would be an easy victory at Soren now appears contested, and Solo and Smithrand are under heavy fire! Do we have an Admiral ready to deploy?

*khhkht* Roozbeh: Kiiiiiiiiingggzzzzz *khhkht*

Rooz! This is my log!

Captain, I will update the status of these encounters as I can. For now I have work to do. This may not be as easy as we thought. Godspeed, drillers, and good luck. Menace signing off.
Over and out.
END OF LOG 1.

Commander's Log Day 1:
Reporting to: NERD team
Commander: Niverio

We have successfully landed on dark waters. Initially the area looks secure and contained. My east seems to be crawling with enemy spies who try to look friendly but immediately look to hunt our newest Ensign Crover. They do not know how loyal we NERDs are. Either Captain or an Ensign, NERDs always look out for each other. And they will pay for their recklessness.
My north looks like a jungle of bamboos. Don't know what they are doing there. Still, one must be cautious. As a wise man once said: ''Engage with caution.''
That's all for now. I have work to do.
Niverio out.

Good news and bad news.

Good news:
I figured out how to split one topic into two. Now we can put the ESG 6 logs here!

Bad news:
In the process of figuring it out, I might have accidentally deleted half of them....

Captain's Log, sub date 'Day 2, 09 16'.

The lines have been drawn in our favour. NERD has taken on the characteristics of a unified multi organism, much like an ant colony. We take what we need and leave nothing but destruction in our wake, save for innnumerable enemy ant bodies and heads.

We shall not rest until NoJo sees the whites of our eyes and the shine of our steel. And all of the hot chicks we picked up on the way too.

Teeter Totter is already fracturing beneath the weight of NoJo's militant leadership. No less than two of his scurvy dogs came to our soldiers asking for clemency in return for their loyalty. We turned them back to the pestilence from whence they came...

If they truly wish to gain the good graces of NERD they know what is needed. NoJo. Specialists. And sugar - preferably spilled Dr. Pepper on a patio table.

We will continue marching, one by one. Hurrah....






....hurrah.

I retire to my chambers to finally decide if that dress was either blue and black, or white and gold. It will be a long night.

End communication.