[Cephalopodic Logs, Sargent Calamari K, 39958/19/357]
Heh. Those stupid bipeds are oblivious to the fate ahead of them; They don’t suspect a THING.
I’m exploring the world and observing the culture. I want to know exactly what it is that we’re tentacle striking, and why. We’re giving them a few rotations before they meet the celestial squid, god king of Cephaloplanet.
I’m actually opposed to the decision to end their existence, but high order commands it.
“They’re destroying their environment. After they’re gone, we’ll try again. Don’t wanna have to find a new planet, now, do we?”
And hey, it’s time off I’m still getting credited for. Might as well enjoy it.
[Cephalopodic Logs, Sargent Calamari K, 39958/19/360]
That was… Mortifying.
I got to choose where on the bio-diverse land mass we call ‘Kup’ I wanted to spend my time. I naturally chose the beach, one in particular. Ahhh, the Caribbean. There’s no place like home.
I entered the ocean in my biped suit. Quite a nifty contraption, really. On the outside, it looks like any other biped, but on the inside rows and rows of mechanisms line the walls of the suit.
Anyways, I entered the ocean and as soon as I got down deep enough, I opened the hatch and gracefully swam out. I was greeted by the beautiful sight of the underwater city; Atlantis.
Heh, the humans say it’s simply uninhabited ancient ruins, but the city is a blooming metropolis of cephalopodic activity. I wanted to go visit an old friend of mine, I showed up at his home, and he told me now wasn’t the best of times. I asked him what was wrong.
It turns out his nephew hasn’t been seen or heard from for the past few rotations. He thinks he was caught by the bipeds. I told him I would find him, I mean, I am the prestigious Sarg. Calamari K of the Squid Squad. Plus I had some time to kill.
I located my suit and made for the land mass nearest to where he was last seen. I found myself in a place where the inhabitants call it ‘Nippon’.
The Nipponese have had constant punishment inflicted on them by our culture. They contaminated the water in which we live, so we sent it back at them. Remember that class 9 Tsunami a few Mega-Rotations back? Yeah, that wasn’t natural.
I traced my target to a crowded part of the city: Shibuya. There was trail of cephalooze (A liquid cephalopods excrete when fearful) leading right to a busy establishment. The sign overhead said, “Yojida Ramen”, and in smaller text underneath it “Today, Seafood Special!”.
This didn’t bode well.
As soon as I entered I was greeted by a noxious sight. Hundreds, if not thousands of my own brethren lie in front of me, impaled. These damned bipeds…
My scanners went off, and one of the fallen squids DNA matched the Cephalooze that brought me here. I have no reason to stay here any longer, so I didn’t. I returned to my friend, bearing bad news.
[Cephalopodic Logs, Sargent Calamari K, 39958/20/2]
The tentacle strike is scheduled to happen a few days from now, and I have no more resistance towards it. I have also been informed that I will not return to my home planet, before the tentacle strike hits. It’s fine though; Because as long as I stay in the water the strike shouldn’t effect me in the slightest.
Having some time to kill, I joined the community watch.
Apparently, there are a few packs of Jellyfish slowly drifting towards the city. The jellyfish are the cephalopods sworn enemies, and have been for countless generations. The city guard needed all the help they could get, as this was going to be a fierce battle.
We embarked soon there after, approaching the cruel entities ahead of us.
[Cephalopodic Logs, Sargent Calamari K, 39958/20/4]
That was one of the toughest battles of my life. We won, but barely. Only a couple of us were left standing, me being one the lucky ones. One of the others lost an eye, and a few others lost some tentacles. It was worth it though, as I’m sure the Jellies won’t mess with this community for a long time. Us squids, we won’t back down.
The strike is scheduled for a quarter rotation from now. I’m resting to regain my strength until then; Because after the strike, search parties are being sent out. There’s going to be a few humans who are left over; shielded by the water. We have to get rid of these; as they might interfere with our next attempt at sustainable bipeds.
[Cephalopodic Logs, Sargent Calamari K, 39958/20/5]
The strike happened yesterevolution, but I didn’t have enough strength to go out with the others. I’m prepared now, and I’m going to meet up with them, but first I have to send in this report to HQ; Neptune.
I’m leaving now.