Unfortunate Events:

Today I found the lead of the project being conducted on this planet, unfortunately I was unable to get any information out of him, he was dead when I found him. The state he was in suggested he had starved to death while in his state of madness, poor bastard must’ve forgotten about food entirely while he went off the rails. I managed to recover his journal which more or less confirmed my suspicions about this place, a large effort to come up with new designs for our ships which are sorely lacking in current war efforts. The spores appear to have come from some sort of trap triggered by this man or perhaps some fungus laid dormant for all these years which awoke when it sensed some fresh food. The man, in his state of insanity, then hastily activated the shipyards surrounding the planet in an effort to complete his project, though in his madness he seems to have thought that the empire was out to get him and programmed all ships to fire on any intruders. The last few pages are just random strings of unintelligible nonsense so perhaps this indicates that the madness had finally taken him completely. It seems I’ve gathered all the information I can about this project, and it might have just cost me my life.

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When reaching for the man’s journal, my suit was punctured by a knife in his pocket, likely the murder weapon used during the feast. Although it was a relatively tiny hole, I’ve certainly been exposed to the spores and will likely lose my mind in short order. I’ve come to terms with this outcome in hopes that someone is able to find a cure before this disease tears me apart like it did to the project lead here, perhaps it’s a bit ironic that he ends up with one last victim. My end, if that’s what it boils down to, won’t be in vain however, I’ve sent his research and my findings about these spores to both High Command as well as every scientific mind in the empire in hopes that someone out there can finish the ship designs or find a cure for this curse inflicted upon me. I’d likely be tried for treason for doing this, but I don’t seem to have that much time anyway so I no longer care about that kind of thing.

At least I won’t have to worry about, wait, I see it now, it all makes sense, it wasn’t nonsense, Uvtu pbzznaq unf orra ylvat gb hf guvf ragver gvzr, V'ir orra fb oyvaq, vs bayl V pbhyqi'r frra vg sebz gur fgneg.