This is Outcast 07-01-03.
We are under attack. Our long range communications are down and we are no longer capable of sending warp band transmissions. With the Great Father's blessing, these words will reach the council before it is too late to stop the outbreak.
But, if this message reaches council space, be advised I will most likely be dead by the time this is heard again.
This is my last message.
We all thought it was just another parasite, a disease, that spread rapidly across the globe, just three days ago. Today, this whole planet went mad.
We intercepted reports of madness; people killing each other, consuming one another in irrational hatred and hunger. And before the data could be compiled, the damn space station; the ISS, spiraled out of control and has now rendered this outpost without system wide communications.
It's crew was also gone. Mad and infected.
I'm the last one left now. Dominus, Sanguinius, they're all gone. And now they're calling for my blood.
The door will not last much longer. To whomever receives this transmission, deliver it to the council with all haste. Earth has fallen within a few days to the parasite the humans are calling Cordyceps. If it escapes, entire systems could fall. Please; only the Council, and the Shadow Guard can deliver us from this threat now.
This is ensign Ordias of Outcast station 07-01-03 signing off.
Full transmission intercepted by the Lone Protector, twenty two years after it's original broadcast.
