Trying to find all the audio logs in the campaign? Then look no further than his handy checklist.
The audio logs are listed in the order in which they appear in the campaign, ensuring you don't miss a single one.
In addition to the 37 audio logs, you also retrieve Noella's 10 Archivist Logs at the end of the Marauder Defenses level.
To earn the Chronicler achievement/trophy, you must listen to at least 40 of the logs.
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06 |
Last day in uniform tomorrow. Don't know how I feel about that. The Red Faction is all I've known my whole life. . .but I made a promise to Marie. She worries too much. Should be slow tomorrow. Just a routine patrol around the Terraformer and then I'm officially retired. |
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21 |
Jason Paul, ID number 6-0-0-4-5. Evening report. Nothing. As usual. Sectors 1 through 36 are quiet and humming along. I swear I could take a four-hour nap and nobody would notice. Shoulda went into mining. Nothing exciting ever happens here. |
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33 |
They call us terrorists. Fanatics. Us? It wasn't us that drove us from our homes. Into exile. . . They hate us. Fear us. Why? Because they are jealous. They are scared. They know who we are. They know we are the true Masters of Mars, and because of this they must destroy us. Destroy our very way of life. . . My children, we are not the outcasts. We are the chosen. And we will be triumphant. |
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22 |
David? David, are you at your station? We are at Code Blue. Nelson is dead. I found him in his office. He. . . somebody shot him? We have a breach. We need to—shit. . . I think I heard something. Oh god. Somebody's in here. . . |
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23 |
Donnie, somebody screwed up our order. We needed a C5 Exo suit. The Loader unit. . . not a damn SHIVA. How does something like this even happen? We need to stack coolant, not blow it up. Get it out of here before someone gets drunk and takes it for a joyride. |
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20 |
Ultor recon squad. . . Day forty. . . something. Seven? We lost Gomez last night. That's six now. Another night like this and we'll have a mutiny on our hands. I don't give a shit about scientific discovery anymore, I care about getting the hell out alive. We shouldn't be here. But try telling that to Capek. . . |
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24 |
Supplies are running low. We have enough food to last two. . . maybe three days. Orders are to hold this position until the Marauder reinforcements arrive. . . We'll never last that long. |
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02 |
God damnit. Someone's been messing with my coms again. I can't raise Bastion, can't raise Station 2. . . can't get anything! I bet it was Whiteside. I saw him heading out to the relay station a few hours ago. Haven't seen him since though. |
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08 |
Hey Timmy, it's pops. Just wanted to say happy birthday. Sorry I can't be there today. . . General's got us out on a. . . well. . . a top secret mission. I'll be back in a couple of weeks. Heck, maybe before you even get this. . . See you soon. |
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36 |
That's three days in a row the goddamn Marauder whore has been slinging her trash in Bastion. . . I've told every goddamn official from here to Refuge about her, but they don't do anything! Well, if they don't do something about it I will. . . Things are bad enough in Bastion as it is. |
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11 |
Malone—I'm going to need you to haul up the excavator. The tunnel at Carver Center collapsed. I have no idea how. I better call in Timmy's shift to help us. We'll need everybody to get this road opened back up. |
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25 |
Maggie. . . they've extended my tour another six months. Said it's about maintaining unit cohesion in a time of war. . . Same excuse as last time! So it's another six months. . . and then six months after that. Over and over and. . . I don't think they're ever letting us go home. |
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35 |
Tommy, got another cleanup for you 50 klicks south of Oasis. More Hydra debris. That's what. . . the third one this month? Wish we knew how much of that ship was still in orbit. Goddamn thing was huge. |
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27 |
The kid blames himself for what happened. It ain't his fault. But the Generals don't see it that way. . . somebody has to take the blame, and it sure as shit won't be them. We never should have stormed the Terraformer like that. It was exactly what Hale wanted. I'm startin' to think it was exactly what the top brass wanted too. . . |
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01 |
Another suicide this week. Franklin will undoubtedly respond with mandatory time in the UV booths but he's ignoring the larger problem. We came to Mars because they promised us the dream of a new world. That dream is dead. Pretty soon, we will be too. |
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05 |
Happy fucking anniversary. . . four fucking years since we were forced down into this shit hole. And the fucker responsible gets off scott free. . . Guy was a joke when he was in uniform, and he's still a joke now. Must be nice to have a famous daddy. |
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37 |
Alright, Zug. Pay attention because I'm only gonna say this once. You're gonna buy the shipment as-is for three thousand credits, because that was the deal. Send another one of your goons to muscle me and I'll slip a knife between your ribs so fast you won't have time to soil yourself. Understood? Oh—and tell the blonde he left a couple of teeth in the back of my truck. |
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19 |
Mark, where the hell are you? You were supposed to be back two hours ago. I need you to take a look at these seismic readings. Something's not right. There's way too much activity near Bradbury Canyon. |
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28 |
Trish, it's Frank. I, uh. . . look, I really don't know what to say. I suppose if I did we wouldn't be here to start with. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. You deserve better. I signed the papers. . . I'll drop 'em off in the morning. |
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15 |
Frank, can you double check those last order numbers? Seems like a hell of a lot of uniforms. . . I thought they weren't hiring any more people at the Terraformer? |
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16 |
We've run some preliminary surface tests and the results are. . . well, they're not good. The storms are out of control and show no signs of stopping. Atmosphere-wise we're OK. . . we can breathe it, but there's no way to judge long-term effects. We may be stuck down here for a while. . . |
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17 |
This is bullshit. I've explained to them over and over that we can fix the Terraformer, but they just sit on their asses. It's like they don't want us to move back to the surface. Probably making too much money keeping us down here. . . |
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12 |
Pretty good week at the shop. Made almost 500 credits. . . Twice what we pulled in last week. At this rate Jon and I will get our own place before the new year. Who would have thought sledgehammers would be such a hot commodity. |
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13 | Infection |
Jon's been missing for 6 days now. . . They say I have to sign the papers to declare him dead. . . I just can't. He's still alive. I know it. |
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14 |
Jon, it's Amanda. Please pick up. They're saying there's been some kind of attack. . . nobody knows what's happening. People are missing. . . Jon pick up. Pick up. Please. |
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31 |
These pipes aren't looking good. . . Too much condensation building up on the outside: Shit rusts a lot faster since the Terraformer blew. Then the pipe leaks and the water starts eating away at the rock. It's like this all over. . . I don't know how we're gonna fix it. We got maybe a year or two before the whole system collapses. . . |
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30 |
Jake, we're gonna meet at the bar at four. Hutson and I are gonna be there early to set up, so if you wanted to give us a hand. . . hint, hint. . . feel free. Tara is supposed to bring Anoop around 4:30. And please try to keep this quiet. . . I know how hard it is for you to keep a secret. See you soon, buddy. |
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29 |
We just left them there. . . Dozens of people waiting for rescue. Relying on us. . . and we just. . . drove away. Left them to die. Every time I close my eyes I can see their faces. Angry. Confused. Desperate. I can't get those goddamn faces out of my head. . . |
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32 |
Twelve people dead. Ripped to pieces. I can still hear them. They came from. . . from nowhere and everywhere. The walls, the floors, the ceilings. Just kept coming. Pouring from the shadows. . . How do you stop that? How do you kill a nightmare? |
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07 |
First half of the payment has been deposited. He's scheduled to arrive early evening. Hale says he's not to be harmed until the job is over. Gonna be hard not to shoot the bastard in the back of the head. . . but at least the Masons are finally gonna get what's coming to them. |
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34 | Relay Stations |
Tomorrow. Tomorrow all our dreams will be realized. . . and his nightmare begins. He has no idea what horrors lie ahead. . . Tomorrow, my children—we claim our destiny. |
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03 |
We are now 26 hours and counting since our last contact with the colonists. I think it's time to assume the worst. The Chancellor has begun contingency planning with the top generals. Whatever Red Faction's plan is, we know it will result in high casualties. We are ready for it. If they want a war, we'll give them one. |
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04 |
Something hit the Omega station last night. I've never seen anything like it. Bodies torn apart. . . flesh burned down to the bone. Nobody can prove it, but I know Red Faction are behind this. They've gone too far. I'm going to advise the Chancellor to authorize Project Centurion. |
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18 |
I. . . I was wrong. This wasn't the Red Faction. It never was. Something has been. . . awakened. Something that's been here for a long. . . long time. We should have known better. We were too focused on what we wanted to believe. . . We've been overrun. The Chancellor is missing. Half our forces are dead. The rest won't survive the week. We planned for the wrong war. And now. . . now, it's too late. |
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09 |
Lab reports came back on one of the bugs we brought in. . . and. . . well something has to be wrong. There are distinct genetic similarities between these creatures and the Ultor Plague from 2075. No one knows what this means, but until we do, I suggest we keep it to ourselves. |
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10 |
How long did we know about these things? How many people have died because of this secret? Thousands? Millions? All in the name of science. . . We're just as bad as Capek. Maybe worse. |
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26 |
The design is flawless. Eight relays feeding into a central geothermal reactor that powers the repulsor beam, that in turn churns the magma. It's literally powering itself. Forever. Publicly, the machine is simply an experiment in renewable energy. . . It's a pity no one will ever know its true purpose. . . |