Sergeant S. Condor, day 32 since the fateful moment we were awakened from hypersleep.

My crew has been decimated. Time stood still in the suffocatingly narrow corridors of our vessel as we faced endless waves of those… abominations.

They kept multiplying, growing and mutating before our eyes. Horrifying contorted limbs tearing through flesh, miasmatic fluids oozing from their open wounds, visceral screams piercing our ears. They behaved like a hivemind, their lifeforce directed through an appalling biological growth spreading faster with each fallen soldier.

In the end I was able to contain them in the cargo port, where they originally spawned from. I soon discovered that the minerals we extracted from the last asteroid yield were housing their seeds, suspended in animation for millennia.

Stumbling back to the control room, I ejected them from the vessel, banishing them to the mercy of deep space. May they forever disappear in the vast nothingness, never to return.