Rat King Logbook Entry

//--AUTO-TRANSCRIPTION FROM GENETICS LAB OF UES [Redacted]--//

I'm the only one left.

After it escaped, the entire wing was put on lockdown. Its brood flooded the lab and the vents. Security told us over the intercom that if they weren't all dead in a day's time, their only options would be to... "sterilize" the lab, or jettison the wing entirely. I can't let that happen. The rest of my specimens are probably already gone, and any that survive would certainly have to be disposed of after this. But there's too much data and tech in here to let it just... go to waste. All of my research is in here. Though I won't survive, my knowledge and findings might.

I knew I was a dead man from the very moment it escaped its cell, but the others panicked at the news. I heard them screaming, begging at the intercom, but security's hands were tied. Letting us out risked letting it and its brood get to the rest of the ship. The prospective body count would have spiked from a couple dozen to easily in the hundreds. Some of the best minds in their respective fields were on this ship, and I had to watch them all die. Most of the bodies couldn't even be recognized as human anymore. There are going to be a lot of empty casket funerals, thanks to me.

I've got one chance to save my work here. One way to make sure my colleagues didn't die in vain. They hunt by heat and movement, and I'm the only warm body left standing. I'm going to try and lure it into the emergency drop pod. Its brood won't survive without the King. Send it planet-side and let the monsters down there solve this problem in my stead.

Wish me luck. This is Doctor Kvasen, signing off.

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