Day 1

Before the camera sits a Quarian woman, whose brown environment suit is in an incredibly dirty and tattered condition, revealing small stretches of the lilac skin beneath, although she's already wrapping bandages around those parts in an attempt to stem the crimson tide slowly peeking through. Slumped back in a chair, her shapely form shivers and squirms as she stares into the monitor, around her the wrecked remains of the bridge of what was once a fully intact and crewed scout ship, now a mess of dangling cables that had long since ceased their sparking, and with a hole in the roof of the bridge letting in ample amounts of sunlight.

This is Lieutenant Forzan vas Idenna of the Cyniad, and I hope that if you're hearing this audio log right now, you have not arrived too late to save me. We were scouting near the Perseus Veil when we detected a Geth ship approach, and I suggested that we--bosh'tet, I'm a fool! I insisted we run our engines silently, which put too much strain onto the ship. Before we knew it, our ship was going to fall out of the sky were forced to make an emergency landing on Gei Hinnom, which was the closest planet we could find with the greatest likelihood of a proper landing. Suffice to say, there was nothing proper about our landing, and to make things worse, most of our crew perished in the crash alone, including Lieutenant Commander Gorlat. As our medical officer was one of the victims, there was nobody to deal with the injuries sustained by some of the others, several of whom died of blood loss within hours. At the moment, only myself and one other crew member remain alive.

My own injuries are minor, but my environment suit was torn up in the crash, and I have now had both my skin and blood exposed to the air of this planet. So far, I feel no ill effects, and hope that if there is some manner of silver lining to be found in this awful situation, it is the hope that maybe Gei Hinnom might prove a planet not entirely violent toward our compromised immune system. Our mission to seek out potential new home worlds may have a promising conclusion yet, but first, we'll need to repair our broadcast capabilities, which were damaged in the crash.

Garel has gone off to survey the immediate area and seek potential objects that may serve well as food. Our ship is equipped with all manner of scientific equipment meant to measure all manner of things so that we could test any potential planets for hospitability, and with any luck he will come back with good results. Unfortunately, neither of us are particularly skilled engineers, and I worry that we may not be the best equipped to deal with this new threat. I'm a woman of science, and Garel is a soldier first and foremost, so hopefully together we can scrape enough thoughts to survive on this planet until either we can make the necessary repairs, or until somebody happens upon us.

I will keep recording these updates as times goes on. In the event that we do not survive, I hope this record will, so that if our tests prove that Gei Hinnom is a viable home world for our people, that our sacrifices will not have been in vain.  Lieutenant Forzan vas Idenna, signing out.

Day 2

Initial reactions have soured significantly within a short period of time. I have come down with a mild fever as a result of exposure to the planet's atmosphere, and whether this breaks, worsens, or is able to bolster my immune system remains to be seen. Garel remains fine, his suit uncompromised, although he's running a much greater danger than I am; Gei Hinnom is full of varren. Practically overrun, in fact; they are fiercer and larger than Garel says he has ever heard of varren being before, and each time he goes out in search of samples, he incurs great risks and has to fight off the beasts at every turn. Any chance this planet has to be hospitable would require an army to curb the varren population.

Unfortunately, our problems do not even end there. Refrigeration systems gave out shortly last night as part of a delayed reaction to the damage of the crash. If we cannot bring them back online, we will only have a week before the food stores perish, even if there is enough to keep the two of us fed for months. Aside from some dry foods, we'll need assurances of clean water and a viable food source, soon; the former seems very promising, and I'm running further tests on some samples of water now, but so far the foods are not as promising. While even the most basic of fauna proves nutrient rich in ways that no organic food in the galaxy can even come close to achieving I have isolated a single protein among every piece of flora we have examined thus far that would lead to the near-immediate death of any Quarian who ingests it. While there may be some way to deal with this protein, I do not know if I possess it, and lack the tools to do much other than heating the material, which does little to break it down.

As a result, food is the most dire and pressing concern we have, and if we cannot find a viable form of nourishment on the planet soon, then there's going to be little hope of surviving until someone has answered our distress beacon, which remains damaged seemingly to a degree that neither of us are fully confident we can fix, although we've both insisted otherwise. I think he may in fact believe my lie, but I know full well that he himself has no hope that we can fix it.

Day 5

Shifting nervously in her seat once the video console comes up, Forzan sits on the edge of the chair, visibly shaken and anxious as she fitfully squeezes her knees and squirms about in clear discomfort.

Garel has still not returned, marking four days since his departure, and I am now almost certain that he will not be coming back. I would set out to retrieve his body, but I fear the worst, and also believe it futile. The lack of refrigeration on the ship has created some issues as far as my fallen ship mates go, and without any way to preserve their bodies, I have had to remove them from the ship due to their decomposition. Almost immediately, varren were upon them, and it is only through the luck of having been able to avert my eyes before I watched them begin to eat my former crew that I am able to sit before you today. I am not proud of what I have done, and I hope that their spirits may forgive me for it, but I needed clarity of the air to be able to think.

At that moment, she's happiest more than anything that her face mask is intact, as its tinted screen is the only thing hiding her face from the camera, the proof that she isn't even as well held together as she comes across.

My fever has finally abated, and I believe that I am now fully acclimated to the planet's atmosphere. Through the hole in the top of the ship I have been subject to the elements to a small degree, and I believe that the contamination of the desk by rain water has only helped further my ability to adapt and become immune to small enough doses of the pathogens on this planet. The idea that Gei Hinnom may in fact be the hospitable planet we've been searching for gives me strength and courage, which is something I sorely need right now. In the morning, I will have to go out in search of food myself, even though I have not used a gun myself in three years. I wish it could be avoided, but there is nothing much that I can do now. If I wish to survive, I will need food, and there is no other option that I have.

Day 8

Forzan is covered in thick white puddles and strands of an indeterminate substance, and leans back breathless in her chair, shivering and worried.

Heading out of the ship today was a mistake. I sought to gather samples again, but unlike yesterday where there were almost no varren, today I could barely leave the ship before a whole pack swarmed me. I didn't know what to do, but my first shot missed cleanly before the gun was pulled from my hand. I thought I was going to die right there, but instead... I do not know how much better what truly happened was, but I do know that at least I am alive, and I will always have that.

The substance covered my environment suit is varren semen. There is no way to be gentle about this fact, although perhaps 'gentle' is not a word I fully understand after the encounter I just had. Rather than attack me with claws or feast on me, the first varren to find their way to me decided to mount me instead. I could barely see anything as I lay on my back, but I could feel something heavy through my suit, something long and round and... It's uncomfortable to think back on now, but for the purpose of documenting my attempts at survival, I suppose there are few options but to detail what happened.

He began to dry hump me vigorously. It's not something I am proud of surviving, but at least I survived it. He ground against me for a few moments, snarling over my face as if he somehow understood me to be a mate he had to terrify into submission rather than as an enemy, or as prey.  It was peculiar, and I have no understanding of why he had done that to me rather than eaten me, but somehow I may have triggered a mating instinct within him. Or perhaps for reasons external to me, he'd already been in a state of heat and simply sought to find relief on me. W-which, unfortunately, he did.

More varren came up to me then, and perhaps they smelled the semen of the first one, because although they approached like predators, they began to change their attitudes once they realized how I smelled. Unfortunate as it is to admit, I was relieved when rather than eat me, they followed after the first, one or two at a time, on rubbing their penises against my suit. It was not pleasant, but it was not death, either, and I cannot stress enough that the only reason I am composed at the moment is because as degrading as what occurred was, I remain alive and healthy, against all odds. The semen formed the thick coating you see here, although much of it has been absorbed into my suit and begun to dry, which feels...

She hangs far longer than she should on trying to find the word, and her grip on the arm rests of the chair tighten in worry as she does so, as if struggling to find not only the properly descriptive word, but one that fits what she's willing to admit.

Unpleasant.

Most terrifying of the entire encounter was the final varren. His was the first penis I was bold enough to look at as I lay mostly still and let them have their way with me. I posited that by remaining warm and nonthreatening, whatever was compelling them to use me for sexual pleasure was best left undeduced for the time being. Perhaps I may need to measure what involves such a response on a future date, as it may form a better survival method than combat unfortunately does, but... Where was I? Right, his penis.

Forzan twists a little, as if the word conjures up a little too vivid an image.

He was exceptionally large, as far as I remember varren being from the biology books I studied, and he placed the base of his penis between my legs. Ri-right between. And it's shameful to admit, but that final varren pushed into me with enough fervor and enough speed that, embarrassingly, my body found itself too pleasured to resist climaxing, and as he ejaculated on my body, the same as the others had, I unfortunately achieved orgasm as well. It is not something I am comfortable admitting, but in the interest of my research remaining complete, I fear that I must document every experience I have, and while loathsome and one that I will spend the rest of my life forgetting, being dry humped to completion by a varren is unfortunately something that I experienced quite vividly.

Day 9

On a curious and unfortunate whim, I decided to test some of the semen on my suit from yesterday's varren encounter, what I found is as promising as it is worrisome. Somewhere along the food chain, I believe that either the varren or one of the prey animals the varren feast on are able to process the protein that proves dangerous to Quarians. More worrying than that, but the sample retained such a high volume of the necessary nutrients that I need to survive that it has proven the only viable food source I've yet to encounter on this planet. Which is a problem, because the last of my food stores are due to run out tomorrow, and as shameful as it is to admit, I do not fully believe there is a good chance of finding a viable alternative to this situation. As a result, I worry that I may have to look to varren semen as a viable way to survive until such time as I can find a way to break down the proteins safely myself.

I have very few theories on how I can achieve a way to make the plant life safe to eat, unfortunately. While the water supply is generally clean, I do not possess the tools needed to change the food as needed, although I have several tests currently running. Few of them prove promising, however, and I worry that tomorrow I will come to you after another run-in with varren, scraping semen off of my broken environment suit and wringing it from my fresh bandages. The only silver lining to this is that given the remarkable output of a single ejaculation from the varren I've noticed on this planet so far, each release would qualify in itself as a meal due to the concentration of the proper nutrients. It sounds absurd to consider, but were I in such a dire state, I would only need to ingest three ejaculations worth of varren semen across the course of a day to be able to survive as needed. It's very little comfort, but given the circumstances it is a comfort that I will nonetheless cling to for the time being, lacking much else to look forward to.

I am the sole survivor of a ship crash, stranded on an unfamiliar and very hostile planet, but one with revelatory information that could change the whole future of the Quarian species. I'm telling you this because it's important that you understand that I am not happy to be doing what I'm doing, but it's a necessity; survival will go before pride any day, and the longer I see this out, the greater my chances of finding help and being able to show this information firsthand, rather than leaving video diaries lacking in my research for people to find. With any luck, nobody will ever see this recording or know what I am about to do. That would be best.

Since yesterday, my suit has not been washed. This is with the intention not only of keeping water sources as fresh and clean as possible, but because I theorize that while the first varren was pushed by other factors to do what he did to me, the varren that followed smelled the semen on me and took me to be a sexual object of some manner, if not outright a prospective mate. I cannot explain yet prove this, but I believe that somehow, wearing the smell of their ejaculate will give me an advantage over them; I will test this tomorrow, finding a single varren to isolate and see how it reacts to the smell, though I will keep armed with a shotgun that, at close range, will surely make up for my poor marksmanship. Hopefully, this update will not be my final entry.

Day 10

I did it. It's unfortunate to say, but I successfully got three varren off, and procured three meals for the day. This day will never be something I will look proudly back on, but I did it, and hopefully this will not have to become the rest of my life.

My hypothesis tested correctly; the first varren to find me approached with measured, guarded carefulness, but one was within range to smell me, he became more aggressive in a sexual manner. I found myself driven onto my back and mounted as he began to dry hump my suit's exterior, as a whole pack had days before. Unfortunately, his penis found its way between my thighs, and I had the displeasure of once more being pushed to climax by the varren. It was shameful, most of all because it felt...

A choked noise stirs beneath her mask as she squirms in her seat uncomfortably. Her thighs press together and rub slowly against one another. She decided against finishing that sentence, against finding the 'right' word to explain what she felt, as everything came vividly back. There was no a single word she could have used that would not have been far too incriminating.

During my climax, I was so distracted that I almost forgot to contain the sample, seizing an emptied bottle and placing it against the tip as I bottled as much of his semen as I could. It filled it into a healthy amount, and I decided to save it for later rather than use it all now, in the event I needed to space out my meals. Fortunately, I would not have to wait long. I believe it was the scent of my arousal that drew the next varren over to me, and he was already in an erect state.

This time, one, however, seemed more curious about other places, and did not seem nearly as preoccupied about getting off. He stood over me backwards and buried his face between my legs, sniffing and pushing his snout agaaaii--ngh.

The video cuts abruptly there, coming back to Forzan in a different position, her suit a little disheveled, and the sunlight filtering in through the room taking a more orange huge than it did before. She takes a more steady approach to detailing what happened, voice firmer and almost robotic as she struggles to speak as dispassionately as she could.

I grasped his penis, which was when I realized how unwieldy and unusual the shape is, but I couldn't let that stop me as it dangled over my face and occasionally slapped against my mask. I angled his tip against another bottle and pumped, quickly finding that the best way to bring him to climax was to go as quickly and speedily as possible. It was thoroughly unpleasant, and all the way he stood over me, completely still and unflinching as he let me service him. It was peculiar to me, but I refused to let it slow me down. I went at it steadily, and didn't stop until I brought him to completion, at which point he scampered off and I went out in search of the third.

This one had a clearer intention. He drove me onto my back, as usual, but he had a very peculiar way of going at me. Most varren dry humped my suit, enjoying the soft fabric and the warmth beneath, but he not only decided my mask formed a better place to grind against, he almost pushed down against my wrists and pinned them to the ground so that I could not fight back against it. It was the most unsettling thing I've ever experienced, as the penis slapped down against my mask again and again. Pre-cum smeared all along it, obscuring my vision, but most distressing of all was that the third bottle had been lost, somehow. I think it may have rolled off when I was pounced, but there was no way for me to capture the meal I needed, which... I need to stress again that I did all of this only because of survival. 

And not because she'd endured two orgasms in a very short space of time.

I opened my mask up, exposing my face for the first time since we've landed, and perhaps in a few years before that. I was confident that I would not contract anything given how I have been exposed to Gei Hinnom all ten of the days I have been here. Immediately, his penis slapped across my face, the first time I have had flesh to flesh contact with genitalia of any sort in my life. It was... Warm. I'll go with warm. The intense warm pushing against my cheeks and grinding along my features was embarrassing, and even stronger than the smell of my suit given all of the days old cum I wore was the smell of the penis right up against my face. I could barely believe how potent it was. My fingers trailed down to my th--my belt. I reached down to my belt, and made sure the full bottles were still there; thankfully, they were, and I realized the only recourse would be to swallow this meal from the source.

My hand reached for the base and stroked, but he was not content with merely enjoying my hand. Before long, his slit was smearing pre-cum against my lips and pushing against them, and hoping to calm the beast, I opened my mouth and took him in. He pushed down so deep, and the taste was so go--gross! So gross. It was disgusting, but I let him press onward, not caring about my own shame as I sought to survive. It was a difficult decision to make, but if I let the beast go on his way and got my meal from it, I could put the rest of my day to research and to testing some new means of exposing the food to things that would eliminate the troublesome proteins without stripping the organic matter of its nutritional value.

When he climaxed, he did so directly in my mouth, and the fortunate part of receiving it directly from the source was that not a single drop went to waste. Loathe as I am to say it, all of the essential vitamins, sugars, fats, and proteins that I need to survive can be found in varren semen, and I tried to see it as an unwanted but very necessary breakfast as he finished inside of my throat. As hoped, he then went on his way, leaving me to collect myself and run swiftly back to the wreckage of the Cyniad.

Now I sit here before you, a disgraced woman, and I hope that if somebody eventually sees this, that you do not judge me too harshly for the lengths I went to for survival. Because that is all this was for. Survival.

She says with the shakiest certainty of her life, unaware of the way her fingertips rub against her thighs and how shaky her breath has gotten, her head leaning back and shoulders rolling as recounting her tale once more stirs an intense reaction within her.

Hopefully, I will have better news in tomorrow's update.

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