SENJO<br/><br/>Data... data... information... facts... they were what Kilo needed. They were what I lived on. The rest of Kilo dumped gear and began drinking water. This was my well.<br/><br/>The machine was in working order and running. It accepted a standard company login and I began to check through the files on disc. This terminal did not have a great deal of local information, for that I needed a security team console or one from the science lab or the command centre but what was here was revealing.<br/><br/>The first record up was of a town council meeting held some time previously - the last, it transpired. I checked the date. A matter of several weeks ago which was not a good sign. The colonists had gathered here to take a vote on whether or not to abandon the colony. They had voted in favour. The plan agreed on was to evacuate using all available crawlers and tractors although a destination was not stated. A small group were to remain behind in the command centre and medical bay and attempt to get the long range comms back online. The votes totalled 71, only about 35% of the total number of adults in the colony.<br/><br/>I stared at the screen.<br/><br/>Citizens did not take votes when bugs were breaking down their doors, therefore this meeting had happened after the incident began but before it became desperate.<br/><br/>Order had broken down. The vehicle workshop and woodshop had been stripped of equipment and the Hab Block abandoned. It was logical that this was the equipment and supplies taken to make a final defence line at the command centre. Therefore the vote recorded here had taken place prior to the evidence of hasty defensive measures we had so far encountered. Vehicle spares may have been taken with the crawler convoy - supplies for the lifeboats.<br/><br/>The town hall records gave no information about how the attacks started; their cause. The command centre was calling to me. I needed access to a terminal in there.<br/><br/><strong>"Leftenant. You should come see this."</strong>