Date. It’s the 25th of August 4215. This is Observer… who else could it be? *silence* I sent out the probes with a spare to replace 5. I broke conduct, I got too close and they saw me. Hopefully nothing bad comes from it. It was hard to even get back to observing today, but it has to be done. The probes were launched yesterday due to an automatic system which I had no control over. Why don’t I have control over the systems? Don’t know.
They should definitely be in place now at least. I’m starting the camera array.
*A few minutes passes with no talking*
Everything… seems normal. I’m looking over the castle town. I’ll denote it City-One in the indexes. City-One seems normal. Ponies walking and talking. I wish I could get closer, but I can’t risk another drone so soon. I’ve only got one more spare. This ship wasn’t really made for deep space contact missions. Jenkins is probably at fault, again.
*The chair groans as weight is moved*
This sucks. I should have been done with this already! Why did I have to go so close? Kara is going to kill me. I can’t even sleep right anymore. I keep waking up, seeing things. It’s awful… I just have to remember my training.
*Deep breaths* No one watches the watchmen… *Deep breaths*
Okay… I’m back. Just had to… compose myself. The ponies in City-One, they seem back to normal, like nothing happened with probe 5. That’s good news to me. Too much obscurity to look around here, can’t even look at the castle well.
I’m looking a little to the west and I’ve got a rustic town, more middle ages but different. A modernized middle age? Not sure, will have to confer with depictions. You know… why do we compare everything to the Earth standard? It hasn’t been relevant in a thousand or so years. *gulp* I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry. I’ll have to redact that from the tape before I finish?
This will be called Village-One in the notes. Plenty of ponies here with open observation space. Ah yes, tracks. I was right, here a few pictures for the index. Perhaps a train will come by. We can see whether it’s nuclear or fission powered, surely these ponies aren’t so technically deficient?
In what must be a town park I can see idyllic picnics, frolicking, and good times. How cute it must be. I wonder if they can feel my presence, one more at the table or cloth. You know, they are supposed to send two observers, for shifts. I wonder how many Jenkins slept with to get me all alone here.
*Small beep*
Oh, what’s this? I’ve got a message. Umm… wonderful! You’re sending supplies, or sent supplies. It should arrive tomorrow. Thanks gentlemen, I hope it’s got alcohol.
This pony seems lonely. It’s trotting all alone in the park. Like me, it’s just looking around, observing things. Oh, it’s looking at me. I shall take a picture for later.
*A gasp* something hit her, looked like a blue streak. Is this an attack of some sort? I’m recording the video for speculation. The two are rolling around on the ground, no sign of weaponry or further attack.
The two are getting up now, and walking off together? What was that? That will have to be reviewed more. The two are heading off to another set up picnic. Appears to be four others, can’t see too much detail without a closer probe. I can send another when I get the shipment.
Ponies appear to be eating, detail is too far down. I’ll check the surrounding area for farms to see what they eat.
*Fifteen minutes pass*
I think I’ve got an orchard here, at position Charlie. Hundreds of trees aligned in rows, must be orchard. I’m saving pictures for the Index. Around this orchard I see signs of sheep in pens. I am guessing they are omnivores for now.
It’s time for a quick meal, this is observer signing out.
~~Chat Closed~~
I’m back before sleep cycle. Nightlife is a mystery so far. Have to check back on City-One, which I have renamed Location Alpha. I can’t see too much detail still, lights are weak. It is reminiscent of war times to stop enemy bombardments from hitting accurately.
The castle is the only place with significant light. The grounds are filled with ponies, must be a speech from the leader. There’s a larger pony standing in the center. Everyone else is looking at her. Is this some sort of trial? Like the Romans had in the coliseum?
I’m taking a picture and setting it to record. It’s yelling at me for a sleep cycle. This is observer signing out.
~~Chat Closed~~
Power’s back on, and the date is the 5th of September 4315. Ship went down last week and I lost power. This is more of a personal log; I don’t want them to hear this one. In the meantime, I read through the manual for observation… over and over.
I also had to watch the shipment sit outside the cargo door for a week. I received the manifest and it tempted me to just space all the oxygen and grab it. I couldn’t though, because the doors lock with no power.
Hopefully the probes are alright. I don’t have too many of those left. Anyways, onto the shipment; it was boring, usual things. Food packets, water canisters. It also had something different, a new type of probe it said. Strangely… it also had a… a gun…. I think it was just misplacement… or a sick joke.
Time for observations.
Date, 5th of September 4215. Probes are all accounted for and new probe is ready for launch. I took the opportunity to watch the ‘fight’ between the ponies. It must have been a test of strength, yes. It’s clear that there is fighting for dominance on this planet. The recordings from Location Alpha show that the large pony did not return inside until dawn broke.
This most obviously points to the moon being a source of religion. They worship it at night, I shall leave a probe to watch it again tonight. Returning to Village One, now Location Beta, it’s another peaceful day.
Hmm? Something’s different, a… griffin has entered the town. Interesting, I’m putting this at a priority for recording. This is important….
*silence and a sigh* I’m sending out the new probe, it’s supposed to be able to get close.
*Button pressed and a beep* Okay, two minutes until atmospheric breakthrough. Some of the ponies have approached the griffin. It’s – pushing them away. Is this some sort of shakedown? The blue one from the fight is there. The griffin follows the blue pony. Some sort of mating ritual?
Probe approaching the two creatures, they have landed on a cloud. They don’t see me. The blue pony is showing signs of aggression towards the griffin. Blue is probably an alpha male. The griffin flies off. She must not have been good enough for Blue. Taking pictures of Blue for reference and cataloging him in the index.
I’m following Blue as he returns to Location Beta; he is approached by a mix of ponies. There is the purple one from yesterday, he has a horn. Purple must be the beta male. Blue walks to the orange pony, no horns, no wings and starts to make noise. Orange is clearly the alpha female of the group. The other three, White, Yellow, and Pink do nothing. Omega males all of them.
I’m taking pictures of all of them. Other ponies come up to talk to Blue. Hierarchy is clearly defined in Location Beta. I see strange marks on the flanks of the ponies, like tattoos. Tribal markings most likely. I can’t get any closer to record audio, if only though.
*The chair shifts, panting sounds*
What? Huh? Uh. Weird, I thought someone was here for a second. Perhaps I need a sleep cycle to compile all the findings. It was a very productive day. This is observer signing out.