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Entry log twenty-one forty-five point oh five dash thirteen, Goddamn I sound like one of those Captains from the dorky shows my great great grandfather used to watch back in the old world. "Live long into infinity and beyond!", damn Star Trek Wars was terrible, but the old bastard loved them all the same. Anyway, where was I again?

<Nowhere, you haven't done anything beside give the date>

Oh, right. Thanks L, so anyway the reason I am sitting here writing, well dictating this to be more accurate, my S.O says it should help me understand what it is we're fighting for. At the very least, maybe just serve as a record of what happened to the world.

<It's homework...you got homework for being a lazy slacker, be honest!>

Okay, okay! Jeez, lay off me L...that? Oh, that's just L or Lancelot. She's my Giger, but let's not get ahead of ourselves here. First I need to lay a bit of backstory for why everything is so fucked up in my life right now.

You see, back around 2053 climate change was starting to hit its worst period ever. Greedy politicians and businesses were ignoring the warnings from the scientific community at large. In their efforts to steam on into fifteen minute cities, a cashless society that was easier to manage and control, they sacrificed more than just their individuality. With the ozone at its thinnest in recorded history and private business having far too much say in scientific research to fatten their profit margins, it was only a matter of time before things lined up for the perfect shitstorm.

From what information managed to survive, it was pieced together that the origin of the "Shattering" occurred at CERN. Geneva Switzerland was ground zero, they sought to recreate the God particle experiment again, this time ignoring safety protocols at the behest of their greedy corporate overlords. A poorly timed solar flare combined with not enough of an atmospheric shield at the wrong time provided the perfect catalyst to bring about the end of the known world. In a matter of seconds, nearly seventy percent of the earth was eradicated as an otherworldly purple electrical wave swept across the globe. Seen from space, the Northern hemisphere is constantly bathed in swirling purple electrical storms, the further reaches did not survive unscathed however. Smaller spots were spat out across the remaining livable land, introducing new and unimaginable hazards never seen before.

Despite the storm's edge starting to recede finally, every day is a battle to survive. Each localised storm-bubble has its own dangers, not all of them remain in the storm-bubble either and even cross into our world. Some bubbles appear to be portals to alternate worlds or strange dimensions, offering chances for gathering much needed resources to help us survive. Others lead to different locations in our world, different storm-bubbles, one such bubble even leads to a spot on the moon. Then there are those which have differing time variances to our own, which is where my story really kicks off.

<Oh this is good, I always love hearing this part!>

My great grandmother was a grunt, boots on the ground fighting against SBE's, Storm-Bubble Entities, being from within the bubbles that crossed over into our world and were dangerous. In the beginning things were tough, we were outmatched and the things crossing into our world barely took any notice of our weapons being used on them. We looked set to be wiped out despite our best efforts. Until...until that fateful day a new bubble opened and she was chosen to enter. What appeared to be mere seconds to us turned out to be years in the bubble. But great gran came back with more than just a few years under her belt, you see, she'd found the homeworld of our Giger's just before its sun went supernova.

When GG, Great Gran, returned, she'd changed in more ways than one. She relayed the story of how she'd found an odd looking egg in a cave not far from the spot where she fell down from the sky to the ground below. She could see the way home, she just didn't have a way to get back up to it. So she started looking around the alien planet for a way to get home, eventually stumbling into the nearby hills and finding refuge in a small cave when a nasty looking storm began to kick up.

It was in this cave she found a small, almost metallic looking egg with electrical sparks coursing all across its surface. Despite her training and every protocol she'd learned in her time in the service, she reached out and touched it. As soon as she did, the egg appeared to melt and turn into what she could best describe as mercury as it trickled up along her arm, against the flow of gravity. There was a searing pain growing under her fur wherever the liquid touched and spread, until it became too much and she passed out.

She was awoken some time later by a soft voice calling her name, but when she opened her eyes and looked around, there was no one else there. The voice persisted however, it seemed to know everything about her, asking questions about her life and our world. It also imparted knowledge of its world and what it was, though we don't have words to adequately describe what exactly they are.

The voice helped GG survive as she searched for ways to get back home, it kept her fed and even seemed to provide protection against the cold. GG noted she felt stronger, faster, even more durable thanks to whatever this thing was. Days turned into weeks, turned into months and eventually turned into years and one day the voice in her head simply said "Jump."

At first GG was confused, but as she crouched low and stared up at the tear in the sky above them, she pushed off with every ounce of strength she had. To her surprise, she rocketed skyward, up and through the tear to tumble through to familiar ground. Standing all around her were her old strike team. When her CO asked why she'd come back through so soon and what had she done to her uniform, she relayed her experience to him. A thorough questioning session later back at HQ, it was decided that the bubble GG had gone through was now strictly off limits. Not only for the time discrepancy, but from what she had described in regards to the sky and atmosphere, our scientists determined the planet would be devoured by a nearby supernova before anyone else could enter the bubble.

While it had barely been a day for great grandad, GG was, let's say, a little pent up. If she's anything like me, she probably nearly ground the poor man's hips into dust. I only mention this because it plays an important part in what comes next. GG and Great grandad had barely gotten reacquainted when the warning sirens blared and a new threat had emerged from one of the other bubbles. GG geared up and headed out to war, only this would be the one to remember.

By the time she arrived on the front lines, the large quadrupedal creatures were already ankle deep in viscera as they carved a bloody line through her friends. GG howled with anger and charged at the creatures, gun raised and firing like a mad woman. Then the voice spoke to her and asked if she would like assistance, but to her surprise when she agreed, she was thrown high into the air and not forward into the enemy as she'd expected.

What came down out of the sky looked like a mix between an ancient knight's armour and the child friendly aliens from the ancient "Alien" movie series. This is where their name came from, they looked like something out of HR Giger's mind. The sight of such a creature even caused the enemy to pause briefly, giving GG enough time to turn the tide of war. She'd been fast and strong in her own body, but now with a fully fledged Giger, she tore through the creatures with cruel efficiency. With razor sharp metallic claws and unmatched strength, even the beast's bulletproof hides were no match.

By the time she was done, every last one of the enemy lay in wet bloody piles around the battlefield. Once the Giger was satisfied the danger had passed, it returned to its resting space.

<It's not a resting space, it's a specific out of phase variance with your world that allows us to heal at a faster rate than if we stayed in your phase of reality>

I was getting to that, L! Yes, what L said is correct. Our Gigers are bonded to us on an atomic level, they are able to phase into a slightly out of sync variance so they're invisible to everyone around them. This phase variance has a base harmonic frequency which assists with healing any injuries sustained during battle, or just to recharge and modify themselves. You see, they're able to adjust and modify technology into their forms to a limited degree. Things like shortwave communications, satellite uplink, even small arms and blades. They can also mutate parts of their anatomy as well to suit and even reflect their hosts personalities and fighting styles.

<You forgot to tell them the reason you mentioned GG grinding great grandads hips into dust...>

Oh right, thanks L! So yes, the interesting part with Gigers is they work off of symbiotic energy. It's how they reproduce, so when GG nearly broke great grandad's hips, unknowingly she'd help bring about the first new Giger in centuries. This came about a few days later when her Giger requested they descend into the bowels of her citadel into a dark and quiet space, which is where the first new "egg" was laid. It's not quite like a chicken mind you, GG did not build a nest and shit out an egg. Well, she sort of did build a nest, but it was just an old NICU station for premature babies she put a blanket in and then pointed her finger at. A stream of mercury like substance began to trickle from her fingertip onto the blanket which then formed into a new egg.

Knowing what they knew about the Gigers from what GG had relayed, the soldiers quickly lined up to try to see if they could be the next one. But it was not so simple, it turned out to be a sword in the stone deal. The Giger decides on whom it wants as its host, so dozens of soldiers were denied with a strong electric zap to their finger whenever they tried touching the egg. At least until one unsuspecting individual snuck into the hutch late one night and touched the egg.

The person in question was a real no one, he was just an average citizen, a cook at one of the many stalls which littered the commerce area. But the moment he touched the egg, his life changed forever.