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TITAN MOON ADVANCE COLONY MISSION REPORT
On May 24, 2074, all communication from the Titan Moon Advance Colony team ceased. The following are excerpts from crew journals, mission logs, audio and video transcripts. Analysts estimate the probability of the crew still being alive at less than 25%. The cause of the crew’s decline is unknown. An expedited rescue mission has been scheduled.
Official Mission Log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, Earth date March 3, 2074: 64 cylindrical objects detected in New Salish Sea at depth of four and a half meters. Drone returned to base for analysis. Density and apparent composition indicate it is non-biological. And yet, the brilliant jade-emerald color, smooth polished texture, and perfectly proportioned dimensions imply that the object has been manipulated in some way if the origin is not biological.
March 5, 2074: Object x-rayed. Density of object varies. Interior appears porous. Carbon dating indicates object is less than 10,000 years old. At this time, we are assuming measurement error, as anything less than 500 million seems implausible.
March 20, 2074: Quarantine period completed. Science officer, Lt. Malevskya performed exploratory coring of the object. Micron sized perforations exist throughout the core. All material appears to be inert. Very faint remnants of DNA material, likely consistent with seepage due to long term submersion in Titan surface liquid.
March 28, 2074: Lt. Malevskya reported feeling ill. He has been put on bed rest.
March 30, 2074: Lt. Malevskya back on duty. Reports feeling very well. Indeed, he seems quite fit.
Crew Member Medical Record Report, Dr. Rebecca Chen, March 30, 2074: Alexei Malevskya appears in remarkable health, considering he was bedridden just two days ago. He has gained 8 kilos over his benchmark of 72 kilos. All appears to be muscle mass. He has gained two inches in height. While adding a half inch in reduced gravity is to be expected, this is an anomaly. Patient reports apparent loss of body hair as well as “extreme vigor.” I did not pursue it, but I believe he was referring to more than just his energy level.
Discipline Report, Lt. Commander Davies, April 2, 2074: Lt. Malevskya put on report for repeated inappropriate comments and actions regarding Dr. Chen and Tech Specialist Jean Oliver. Alexei has never shown this kind of behavior before. Very odd.
Crew Member Medical Report, Dr. Rebecca Chen, April 3, 2074: Antoine Miterand reported feeling lightheaded. My examination showed an increase in body mass and height, as with the earlier case of Malevskya. Patient made a point of telling me, multiple times, that his penis and testicles had apparently grown in recent days. He then proceeded to invite me to “suck his glans.” I referred him to Lt. Colonel Davies for discipline.
Discipline Report, Lt. Commander Davies, April 4, 2074: Engineering Specialist Antoine Miterand put on report for inappropriate conduct. Rebecca Chen, Tech Specialist Oliver, and myself all experienced inappropriate remarks and touching from Miterand.
Official Mission Log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, April 7, 2074: Apparent that some kind of psychosis and/or physical affliction has overtaken much of the crew. Malevskya and Miterand’s behavior has worsened. They are consistently rude and overtly sexual. They have both noticeably grown in strength. Major Roger Johnson, my friend and colleague for many years, has likewise adopted odd behavior. While more reserved than Malevskya or Miterand, he is quite lecherous in his interactions with the female crew, including myself.
Personal Log, Major Roger Johnson, April 10, 2074: I have few moments of lucidity as I type this. Otherwise, I can think only of fucking, except for the briefest of interludes. In those moments I feel great guilt for abandoning my duty and letting down Laura and betraying my wife, at least in my thoughts. But then these monstrous feelings return. And instead of guilt I feel only lust and power. I feel years younger and am so much stronger. My penis has nearly doubled in size and is constantly hard. I am frightened.
Official Mission Log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, April 12, 2074: Johnson is now as bad as the other male crew. He physically assaulted Dr. Chen, stroking her backside as she examined him. When I told him I would need to write him up, he told me I could discipline him “all I wanted” after he “fucked me raw.” I have all but lost control of the crew and I worry for the safety of myself and the other female members of the crew, who at present appear unaffected.
Personal Log, Dr. Rebecca Chen, April 14, 2074: I’m worried that whatever is afflicting the men may be spreading to the female members of the crew. Jean Oliver is acting very strangely. She is openly lesbian, but told me out of earshot of the Commander that she “wouldn’t mind getting fucked by these monsters.” When I suggested that she visit me in sick bay, she winked and licked her lips provocatively. She apologized a few minutes later and said she needed to "go lie down."
Medical Record, Dr. Rebecca Chen, April 15, 2074: Jean Oliver self-reported to sick bay. She was flushed and agitated. She said we “needed to get this done fast before I fall back into it.” I asked her what she meant, but she did not answer; instead stripping her flight suit and underwear off. She spread her legs and insisted I examine her genitals. Her vulva was swollen and highly lubricated. Her clitoris was noticeably engorged. Patient reported that “it has never been like that before,” that her clitoris was (expletive) “huge.” She shared she has uncontrolled psychotic episodes where she is focused solely on sex. I administered a sedative and allocated 8 units of Valium. But I have no explanation or remedy for her situation. I will need to report to the Commander.
Discipline Report, Tech Specialist Jean Oliver, April 17, 2074: Oliver written-up and reprimanded for abandonment of post. I found her in the laboratory pod, fornicating with Miterand and Malevskya (see other discipline reports).
Emergency Transmission Titan Base to Mission Control, April 18, 2074: Mystery illness causing psychosis among crew members. Mutiny all but imminent. Request immediate permission to utilize involuntary sedatives on afflicted crew. Request rescue mission at all possible speed.
Personal Log, Dr. Rebecca Chen, April 20, 2074: I have not shared this with the Commander, but I think I may be suffering from some kind of an infection as well. My breasts are swollen, my clitoris is constantly engorged, and I moisten at the slightest provocation. I feel embarrassed and ashamed. I long to be back home with my dear husband. I feel sorry for the Commander. I am the only one that follows her direction any longer. She and I are barely able to keep basic functions of the base working. And I am fearful for myself. I hear the sounds of Oliver pleasuring and being pleasured by the male crew, and I want to join her. It is only my loyalty to my husband, and what is left of my loyalty to the mission that keeps me from doing so. I sneak off whenever I can to masturbate. I did so five times today alone. I am sore but will do so again shortly, I am certain.
Transmission from Mission Control to Titan Moon Base, April 21, 2074: Permission to sedate crew given. Suggest isolating them to separate pod at first opportunity. We are planning an expedited mission. We will suspend further construction mission and instead send team of six to include three armed tactical crew members and a physician in addition to flight crew. Soonest that they can reach you assuming perfect critical path schedule is January. Estimate 305 Earth Days.
Official Mission Log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, April 24, 2074: Sedation appears to have no effect. I have been forced to cordon off the command center pod due to constant attacks by crew members. Malevskya, Johnson, Mitterand and Oliver are now restricted to the construction bay. We observe them via video feed. Their behavior is horrifying. Chen is very helpful and supportive but is clearly frightened and distracted. As am I, to be honest. We have enough rations to last 500 Earth days. That includes sharing with the afflicted crew members, which we leave in the air lock for them to retrieve. Though, they go days with only water, preferring to spend their time in near-constant sexual congress. Oliver seems insatiable, but when she is exhausted, the men turn on each other, when they aren’t searching and scheming for a way to get to Chen and me in the command pod.
Video Transcription excerpt from April 25, 2074:
Oliver: Is that all you guys have? I’m ready to go again.
Johnson: So are we. Get that ginger pussy over here and sit on this giant cock.
Mitterand: Let me get my staff wet with her first. My god, you are like a fountain, cheri! I can slide into your asshole easily when I am covered in your juice. Does that feel good, cheri?
Oliver: Oh (expletive) yes. (Expletive) my ass, you nasty frog!
Mitterand: Malevskya! Shut this (expletive) whore up with that big dick of yours.
Oliver: Give me your balls! Feed me that huge (expletive) sac! (Unintelligible moaning).
Official Mission log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, April 26, 2074: I’m increasingly concerned about Chen. She spends an inordinate amount of time watching the construction pod video feed. I have ordered her to turn down the audio feed unless they appear to be discussing plans to get out of their pod. More than once I have returned from a task in the engineering bay to find her with her flight suit unzipped, obviously masturbating while she watched and listened to the psychotic crew members. She covered up quickly and perhaps thinks that I did not notice.
Personal log, Dr. Rebecca Chen, April 26: Laura caught me frigging-off, I’m pretty sure. I’m so embarrassed. I am certain now that I have the same affliction as Oliver and the men. I cannot satiate myself. In fact, every orgasm seems to make it worse. I’m trying with everything I have not to touch myself. My flight suit is soaked with my juice, however, and there’s no way the Commander can’t see that I am losing control of myself. She seems fine, but I wonder. I will do whatever I can to stay with her in the command pod and avoid joining the rest of the crew. I owe it to her. And my husband.
Command Pod Audio Transcript, April 27:
Chen: Commander, come look at this.
Davies: Dr. Chen … Rebecca. I’m not coming over there to watch those animals fuck. I’ve told you.
Chen: No. It’s not that. I mean, it is. But there’s something going on with Malevskya.
Davies: Going on?
Chen: If I said it, you wouldn’t believe me. You have to see it with your own eyes. Maybe I’m crazy.
Davies: What the fuck is that? Zoom in.
Chen: It looks like …
Davies: Scales. It looks like scales. It looks like green scales are starting to grow on his back. Is that what you see?
Chen: Yes.
Davies: Oh my god.
Official Mission log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, April 28: Affected crew are now manifesting green scales that cover most of their body. At least, this is true of the men. Chen is of little use to me now. I have her report on the location of the crew within the construction pod, as that is all she looks at anyway. Heat and humidity levels in the command pod are becoming intolerable. Temperature exceeded 40 degrees Celsius today. I was able to switch ventilation from other pods to reduce to 35, but still almost unbearable. We will have equipment failures if I cannot moderate further. Likely that external vents have frozen over from -140 C temperatures on Titan surface. Routine maintenance requires an EVA, which I am reluctant to risk given Chen’s condition. Geothermal pump is on full. Either it has malfunctioned or the crew have sabotaged it in some way. We are like lobsters in a thermador unless I figure something out. In the meantime, Chen and I are in our underwear.
Personal log, Dr. Rebecca Chen, April 28: My god, it is hot. At first I was embarrassed to walk around in front of the Commander in lace lingerie - a reminder of home and my husband that I preferred to keep to myself. I don’t care now. I actually enjoy showing off to Laura. My lust for the other crew and my longing to join their antics is spilling over to inside the command pod. I find myself admiring Laura. She’s in military issue bra and panties, but she fills them out very nicely. I like the way her full breasts move when she opens and closes the engineering bay door. I like her full round backside. I’ve never been with a woman, but I am desperate to take her in my arms, to lick the salt from her skin, to spread her legs wide and devour her sex. And then grab her short, curly, salt and pepper hair and pull her into my hairless cunt while she stares up at me with her steely blue eyes. I am awful. I am so afraid. Will I get covered in scales? Will I abandon Laura?
Official Mission log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, April 30: Temperature was back over 40 today. Chen’s behavior worse. She watches me constantly. Is she plotting to mutiny? It seems different than that. More like lust. I am going to have to execute an EVA to clear the external vents and moderate the geothermal pump, It will take a minimum of 40 minutes. I am not sure I can trust Chen to tender me.
Personal log, Lt. Commander Laura Davies, April 30: I confess I could use Chen’s affection. Leadership is always lonely. But now I am close to a breakdown. I look at Chen, with her fit young body, her cute button nose and full lips, the long black braids, the sheen of sweat across her warm-toned skin, and I flash back to the Academy. What was her name? Wendy? I haven’t thought much of my bi-days in years. Am I getting it? Chen says her clit is swollen. And it’s obvious that her nipples are perpetually hard. I don’t have those symptoms. Yet. But I am horny. At least for Chen.
Transmission, Mission Control to Titan Moon Base, May 1, 2074: EVA authorized. We will monitor you as best we can from here, but twenty-minute gap will mean you are on your own. Very sorry, Davies. Suggest you secure Chen somehow before you suit up. Advise of exact time of EVA.
Transmission, Titan Moon Base to Mission Control, May 2, 2074: EVA will commence at Saturn rise, calculated as 4:07 a.m. EST your time. Sun is full and I should have good light. Reciprocating saw power is working, my first stroke of luck in weeks. I should be able to clear the main exhaust vent in less than twenty minutes. Chen promised she would turn off the video feed and focus only on tendering me, if I gave her a kiss. I should be back in the command pod between 4:30 and 4:40 a.m., your time. Wish me luck.
Transmission, Mission Control to Titan Moon Base, May 2, 2074: We all wish you luck. Kiss?
Transmission excerpt, Lt. Commander Laura Davies EVA, May 3, 2074:
Davies: Mission control, vents are clear. Ice very thick. Took longer than I had planned. Reciprocating saw power waned. I ended up breaking up most of the ice myself, with ice axe and my bare hands. I feel very strong and good.
Mission Control: Copy your messages Davies. Keep advised.
Davies: Mission control, geothermal pump adjusted. No apparent cause of malfunction. Therefore not sure if adjustment will stick or not. EVA now over 50 minutes. Hope Chen is ok. Moving to air lock.
Davies: (Agitated) Mission Control. Command pod air lock door unresponsive. Multiple attempts. Chen has not copied. Air supply at five minutes. Will have to attempt entry through the construction pod air lock.
Mission Control: Copy message re air lock problem.
Mission Control: Please update Davies.
Mission Control: Davies. Please indicate you copy.
Mission Control: Davies. Davies. Davies.
Construction Pod Video Transcription of May 3, 2074: (Video shows Chen entering the construction pod. She tells the group Davies is on EVA. Then she discarded her underwear and dropped to her knees. She was surrounded by the male crew, all of which appear to have extensive green scaling. Chen then appeared to voluntarily perform fellatio while Oliver looked on while masturbating. The men satisfied themselves in turn, covering Chen’s face and chest with copious quantities of ejaculate. Chen was then secured in a suspended spread-eagle position by straps attached to scaffolding. The group then appeared to observe Davies attempting to enter the air lock. They positioned themselves out of sight, and when Davies entered, she was surrounded, subdued and bound with zip ties.)
Chen: I’m sorry, Commander. I couldn’t help myself.
Davies: Why are you bound now, if you helped them?
Chen: I asked them to.
Davies: Untie her. Untie me. Cover yourselves. Let’s discuss this as colleagues. All of our lives are in danger.
Chen: They aren’t much for talking, Laura. It’s mostly grunts and pointing, with the rare word thrown in. Oh (expletive), that feels good.
(Oliver is observed licking Chen’s chest, apparently ingesting the ejaculate, then sharing it orally with Chen while simultaneously rubbing Chen’s genital area.)
Oliver: Time. Now. She ready. I ready.
Chen: (Expletive) Johnson, that’s big. (Expletive), yeah. Oh, thank God. I can’t believe I’m taking all of that. Jesus.
Johnson: (Unintelligible groans)
Davies: Chen. Are you ok? Are you sure about this?
Mitterand: Shut. She like.
Chen: What the (expletive)? Oh my god. What the (expletive) is that? Oh, Jesus (expletive) Christ. (Moaning). Oliver, is that your tongue! (Moaning). Damn. It feels like you’re a foot into my ass. I can’t wait to feel that on the front side.
Malchevskya: Enough. Wet. (Expletive)
Chen: (Moaning). I know what that is. Oh, I think you’re going to split me open.
Davies: Chen! Are you ok?
Chen: Never better, Commander (unintelligible groan). (Expletive) that’s big. You both are so (expletive) big. And it feels so (expletive) good. Laura, you’re going to love this. (Unintelligible. Oliver has pressed her buttocks into Chen’s face.)
Oliver: Cock.
Johnson: Yes. Cock. Here. (Unintelligible groan).
Oliver: (Unintelligible)
Chen: (Groan). Oh my god. Yes. Yes. (Unintelligible. Oliver pulls Chen by the hair back into her buttocks).
Chen: (load groaning)
Johnson: She cums now.
Oliver: (Expletive) I am close also. (Johnson pushes Oliver away and pushes the head of his penis into Chen’s mouth.
Chen, Johnson, Malchevskya, Mitterand: (Loud groaning)
Malchevskya: (expletive)
Mitterand: (expletive)
Johnson: (expletive)
Chen: (very loud groaning)
(All three men appear to ejaculate nearly simultaneously. Chen enters spasmodic contractions. Her abdomen swells. Huge volume of white, viscous liquid spill from her mouth, anus and vagina. Oliver kneels between Chen’s legs and appears to lick at her vagina and anus. Chen re-enters spasmodic contractions.)
Video Transcript, contractor bay, May 8:
Davies: (Expletive) Jesus. Oh (expletive). You were (expletive) right, Chen. This is (expletive) amazing. I don’t know why I fought it for so long. I don’t know how this giant green thing is fitting inside me right now, but it feels amazing.
Chen: (Moaning). Wait until you take two at the same time, like Jean is doing. And I swear, Oliver’s tongue might just as well be a (expletive) cock. Isn’t that right, you ginger slut?
Oliver: (unintelligible)
Davies: (moaning) I don’t know how much more I can cum (loud groaning).
Chen: I stopped trying to count a week ago.
Davies: (breathing hard). So much (expletive) semen. We could bathe in it. Do you think we’re going to turn green and scaly like the guys?
Chen: No sign of it yet. I figure we’ll lose some of our speech, though, if Oliver is any indication.
Davies: How long before we are carrying around little green men in our bellies?
Chen: Hopefully never. But, we’ll know in a month or six weeks I’d guess. And maybe it’s not little green men. Maybe it’s giant green eggs.
Davies: Oh god. And I don’t even care.
Zeus 27, en route to Titan, Earth date June 2, 2024:
Mission Control: Major Daniels, we need you to go off comm. We’ve received and analyzed the report on the Titan colony. We need to brief you on what you might be walking into.
Major Daniels: Roger that. I’m sure I’ve seen worse.
Mission Control: Yeah, well, Daniels, we’re not so sure.
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