Okay, here are the diary entries, recorded verbally and transcribed:
Entry 1 - Stardate 2450
“Alright Phoenix, recording on. Seems like we got ourselves a real doozy this time. A commission, they called it. ‘Urgent delivery, high priority,’ they said. More like highly illegal, the way they were whispering about it. Some cargo needs to get to… well, I don’t even know the planet’s name, just a set of coordinates. Pay’s astronomical though, so who am I to argue? Something about a ‘time sensitive component for a research operation’ but the way they were sweating, makes me think it’s more than a simple widget exchange. Anyway, we're locked in for the jump now. Let's hope this isn't our last run, eh old girl?”
Entry 2 - Stardate 2450
“Phoenix, we’re out of hyperspace. This is… unnerving. The coordinates put us right on top of what’s supposed to be a bustling orbital transfer station. Except there’s…nothing. No traffic, no radio chatter, just an eerie silence. I tried hailing them, about a dozen times, but all I’m getting is static. The client specifically warned about landing, but I don't have much choice now. Package is too important, or so they say and I'll be damned if I'm losing that pay. Something definitely went wrong here. Time to take the small mining drones, and deliver it down personally. Wish me luck.”
Entry 3 - Stardate 2450
“Okay, scratch that ‘luck’ bit. I’m on the surface, hovering a few meters above the landing pad. The mining drones are deployed, and I'm using their feed to take a look around. The station is… deserted. Completely silent. There’s a faint smell of ozone and… something rotten hanging in the air. It's like a ghost town. Wait, scratch that. Not ghosts. The mining drones are picking up movement. Thermal readings are going crazy, and I’m seeing… things. Fast. And… rabid. it seems human, but not anymore. I pull out my M1 Laser pistol, just in case some slip through. They are coming right for the landing platform. The drones are already engaging, lasers going to work, the smaller ones do the trick just fine. I just… had to make some adjustments, but I'm glad the drones are helping me. This place is horrifying. Some got through, but the thermal laser still works on their flesh.”
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Entry 4 - Stardate 2450
“Okay, chaos under control… for now. The drones managed to neutralize the immediate threat, at least in this area. The creatures… whatever they are… were fast and vicious. I'm guessing what this is - Some kind of research experiment gone wrong. The leaked files they were so careful to hide. There's no way this was meant to be here. I am just hoping what I have in the container is worth it. I got a message on my terminal, a single line of text with coordinates. I've got one of the mini-drones with the package, sent it on its way. It should be there soon. One more thing done and then I’ll be off this cursed rock. Phoenix is warmed and waiting.”
Entry 5 - Stardate 2450
“We’re back in orbit. The Phoenix is roaring, the emergency thrusters are on full. I swear, I have never been so happy to engage hyperdrive. That station… that planet is a nightmare. I have no idea what’s going on down there, or what I just delivered. A bio-weapon? Some kind of virus? A new species gone mad? Whatever it was, I’m leaving it far, far behind. I need to purge the drones, and get some therapy. I'm shaking. This job was not worth the money, but we made it. Time for a drink. Time to get out of this system, and hope someone can make sense of this mess. Phoenix, set course for… anywhere but here. Recording off.”