Syrinscape—Quasi-Organic Vessel

Personal log, 657. What on earth have I got myself into? This place is truly offensive! Just the sort of stuff they warn you about in the Academy! You know what I mean, organic sac containers full of squishy stuff hanging everywhere, jelly fish gelatinous oozing things. Slimy walls and the most slippery floors, my grav boots are barely clinging on. Even the computers seem to be made of this fleshy metal hybrid. No doubt there's probably some hideous bulbous giant alien thing wired into the core someone down below. And each time a team returns to the ship, we have to spend 72 hours in quarantine. They're not going to risk another one of those alien egg infestations again. I just hope the DNA scanners are up to the job this time.