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To all that hear this message, halt your approach immediately. If you are receiving this transmission you may already be too close. Engage your reverse thrusters immediately and back away from here. Stay at your own peril.
This is the Planet Yuznah, ID # 7168, and it has been compromised…no…consumed…by something. This agent of death and entropy is, as of this transmission, still unknown in type and virulence. Its ability to spread and infect is incredible, and all efforts to halt its progress have failed.
I am captain Junah Trandor of the Drakhar, sent here on behalf of the Alliance of Dark Matters, to investigate the disappearance of a small crew that landed here 3 months ago. What we found was beyond any horror that we could have imagined.
When our communications requests with the surface went unanswered we descended to the surface to investigate. This turned out to be a fatal mistake. We were met on the surface with unrecognizable versions of the former crew, corrupted in ways that we had never seen. An amalgamation of organic matter and metallic material, the entire surface was almost writhing as one being, while continuing to consume everything in sight. New horrors then sprung from the ground - only to be immediately consumed again, broken into jagged and crumbling pieces as new tendrils reached out and ripped them apart. The sound was…unbearable.
We aborted our mission immediately, leaving the grotesque remains of the former crew behind to writhe in their hell for eternity. As we left the surface, I caught a few glimpses of the remains of nearby buildings with the worn but unmistakable insignia of the Church of the Purple Flame. I can only assume it was their insatiable desire to please their “God” that has led them to either create, cultivate or unleash whatever has created this hellscape.
May the wormhole deliver us from all evils, my ass.
Once back on our ship, it became apparent that simply touching the surface had contaminated our shuttle and within a matter of days we had been consumed as well. Our ship is now useless and is consuming both the cargo and the crew. I have done what I can but at this point, I realize that all hope is lost for us.
I leave this transmission as a final warning to leave here as soon as you arrive. Save yourselves. Leave now.
This message, along with an encrypted Alliance report with our findings will be transmitted on a looping basis from the launched probe.
Trandor out.
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