Ship: USS Clarke

Registry: NKX-513

Type: Colonial Science Vessel

Date: March 23, 2063

Automated message, as follows: We found the Eye. Beware the Eye. By the time you see it, it will be too late.

Ship USS Talbot

Registry: NCKX-1013

Type: Exploratory, Constellation Class

Date: May 6, 2089

First officer's log: We intercepted the message today. I've never seen the captain so uncertain what to do. The crew is on edge. We wonder if we'll make it home. I do not know what to do to help.

This is Captain Harris of the USS Clarke. We have found Zeno X5 the last planet in their solar system. Beyond is an ocean of black like never seen before. If you hear this message it is meant as a warning. DO NOT look for us. 

The Clarke is disabled, half the crew has disappeared, life support is 38% and dropping. Something has infected the ship's interior causing the Clarke to disintegrate. My chief engineer estimates the ship and its crew will be gone in three days.

Protect our planet and its people before it is too late. They're coming. 

"We trusted their smiles..(heavy breathing).. such friendly smiles.... We couldn't have known (A knock. He inhales sharply.)... The men on their ship said they detected a malfuntion in our exhaust... They offered help in their video... Those goddamn smiles... (He starts banging on the desk) They are coming. They are coming... hehehehehehheehhehhehehe! No! NO! They are coming!THEY ARE COMING THEY ARE COMING! 

DON'T TRUST THEIR SMILES THEY NO LONGER HAVE CONTROL OF THEIR—"

He suddenly stops. He stares at the camera as a friendly smile spreads on his face.

END OF TRANSMISSION.

Stardate 42245.2 Capatin's Log: The Benevolent, having just departed the Antares system from a search and rescue has picked up a distress call.  From what communications team can make of it, looks to be a message that we have put through the computers a number of times but haven't decoded it yet.  

They have been able to break through the header and determined it came from the USS Clarke.  That is a bit of a mystery in itself since the USS Clarke disappeared on a mission in the Rosetta Nebula, but at stardate 41322.8.  Over a century ago...repeating "last location" 

"Captains Log... day 7,284... time... 13 hours, 16 minutes... The three that remained? Anderson, died this morning, Walsh is registered missing, and me. I know I won't last much longer, this is my farewell to those trying to reach Point 367: don't bother. We're here, we've made it, Collins left the ship to check our damage and returned in adequate health. Less 3 hours later, what feels like half the crew was admitted to Med Bay 4, and Collins was far gone. We died in the eye of the storm, just not the one we expected. Acting Captain, signing off."

XXThe train has left the stationXX XXThe ship has sailedXX XXFrom what we could gather their vector coordinates were on a direct path to EarthXX XX Alert the President and prepare for war, an invasion is imminentXX 

XXMay God be with you and the rest of mankindXX

XXAdmiral LewisXX

XXUSS ClarkXX

"I'll keep this short just in case anyone gets it and already sees them. You can't trust them. They look like angels but that's their disguise. They are hostile. They'll get close to your ship, board it, and then impale everyone. Their feathers are like razor sharp throwing knives. Their words lull you to sleep but they'll wake you up once you've been impaled so they can watch your agony. Even now one of them is watching me. Don't trust the angels." The transmission continues but the next sound is the brutal crunch of bones shattering and an agonized scream.

The cooperation of the six most influential agencies, monitor other planets rotation around the Sun, was only waiting to terminate one last expedition.

The CNSA and JAXA shuttle, Heinlein, was sent to Venus with an all female crew, returned a little over a year.

The Roscosmos and ISRO, shuttle Asimov, returned from Mars 3 years after the launch.

The only left, NASA and ESA shuttle, Clarke, was the hardest one. They were expected to spend 5 years in solitude on Jupiters, Evropa. But our reconnection after the solitude was greeted only by:

"It can only be attributable to human error."

Fellow travelers! This is the USS Clarke. We have located a wonderful planet for colonization. The atmosphere is breathable, inviting even, and the sunsets are to die for. Actually, forget I said "die for."

The beaches are the most pristine white and the mountain slopes are perfect for all manner of snow sports. There's not a better planet out there!

Best of all, the flora and fauna are benign and gentle. There definitely aren't any memory-scanning, liver-eating, shape-shifting aliens here. No sir, not one in sight.

Coordinates to the buffet, er, party are included after this transmission.

My dearest love, it seems as though we are going to die. There are things I have always wanted to tell you. I was thinking of you this entire journey. How you sleep and mumble his name. How you are a bitch until every other Thursday when you see this mystery lover, and you perk up. How we haven't touched each other in years, yet you are always on the phone talking about how romantic "I" am. Did you not think I'd notice? Did you even care about my feelings? In short, I wanted to say, I'm leaving bitch.