It's been a few days since I've written anything down. Today marks day number 89 since our capture. Because the cycle of 'daylight' on this planet is so screwy (they see about 3 days of light for every one of dark) we're using one of the L1 Ensign's timepieces to keep tabs. Since we were taken captive during a recon patrol on Colandron (part of the Saiin Cluster), we've been locked in this containment cell for the purpose of piss harvesting.
But, as I've written before, it's not really even piss that comes out anymore. It's like a mix cough syrup and cake batter and it's color and smell are both stomach-turning. Everything else about our bodies seems to be functioning perfectly. One on my team here even remarked that he feels better physically than he has in all his days growing up back on Earth.
Anyway. We're stuck here now and after a few discussions with some of the L3's I believe we have a sort of plan of exit. I don't want to get into too much detail because we still have yet to decide how we're going to get a few of the things we need to get out of here. The general idea is this: because of what Gladlock saw in his trip outside of our cell, we can safely assume that the vapor released by the combination of our piss and that strange crystal totally incapacitates these aliens, putting them in some state of seizure-like revelry. They lose cognizant control of their motor functions and just start flailing around, groping and spitting.
The thought is, if we can get a piece of that crystal somehow, and then lure a team of guards or two into our cell, drop some piss on the rock...booyah! Instant win over the enemy. Assuming this works, how we'll make our way out of this complex and back to our fighters is another concern altogether. A few of my men seem to think they have a general idea as to where our vessels are docked.
The other thing we haven't considered is what that vapor might do to us. Will it cause a similar reaction? Gladlock didn't report any sort of change in his equilibrium or senses and the vaporizing he saw was going on just a few yards away. Still, there are just too many variables to act on anything just yet. Another concern I have is procurement of some sort of weapon - all ours were confiscated upon processing. We do know every guard carries a baton-looking thing with barbs on the end.
Shit. One of my men is throwing up all over the place. This isn't pretty. I have to go.
Astron Czissin, out.
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