I can feel it moving inside me. I should’ve stayed on Gateway… a nice, cushy office job, no aliens, no nutty ensigns… oh, well.
Doc Cordwain is dead. I killed the thing that crawled out of him, but there are more… so many more. The ship’s systems are functioning erratically. The containment shields aren’t stable.
I’m not going to let this thing kill me. I’ll kill myself, first. Seems to be the best way to go, anyway. Cordwain’s death was… unpleasant.
Navigator forgive me, and damn Bardlet to the void!
Captain Lairdell, signing off.