Janitors Log
It's been 149 days since I was first picked up the the HMAS /Aus/. Myself and another bloke. We were assigned positions onboard bringing the total crew up to three, and were to report for duty the following day. I don't know what happened to that other guy, but the poor fuck never even made it to his station. He just vanished, noone saw or heard from him again. So we were two, fighting off 2 of them per day, it was an even match. But we needed a way to tip the odds in our favour.
Two weeks into my deployment of the HMAS /Aus/, we found that advantage. Couldn't have come at a better time, either, as the bastards kept posting more frequently, sometimes three times per day. He was a legend from the get-go, even doing better than myself and the Owned put together at times. I once heard a man say "How do you kill that, that has no life". If that question held any meaning, then by rights this man was the immortal right nut of Zeus himself.
The third week was the worst. Attacks anywhere from 3-5 times per day. If we didn't have that jobless son-of-a-bitch, who knows how much more of the filth the civilian population would have been exposed to. Their numbers had started to dwindle, too. It was a rough week.
For the next few weeks, I guess I stood in the background. Supporting cast, standing in the mighty shadow cast by the Owner and the other Janitor. I helped out here and there, cleaned up the bits that got overlooked. I remember week 6, that was a good week. Two per day is all they could muster against us at that point. Not a chance.
Half-way through week 9, things changed. It was still quiet enough, two per day on average, but the other Janitor went missing. The Owner and I remained optimistic, even sending a few messages out, across the void, trying to contact our new comrade. We got nothing back, and the next few weeks were bleak, as we mourned our lost crewmate.
By week 14, they had refound their courage, and were attacking several times per day, as many as four now. We were outmanned, but we did well. The civilian population did their part in reporting any disturbances, and that helped us deal with the threat as swiftly as possible. Something had to be done, we would need to search out another with the time to dedicate themselves to the cause. But with the current mortality rate already at 50%, morale and enthusiasm had grown just as weak.
Over the next few weeks, the owner and I discussed recruitment options, especially after an injury I had sustained, which would mean I would need several weeks on and off in the medbay aboard the RAH - Medical class cruiser. 5 days ago it was decided, the Owner would tighten security measures, in order to try and stop the ̶b̶o̶a̶t̶s̶ spam. We even found a rookie to bring on board, to train up just in time for my departure.
These past 5 days have been quiet. I feel like we've made it through. But you know what they say about the calm before the storm