[This is Communications Officer McEuen of the Medium Cruiser Shoshone. Though I am reluctant to do it, Captain Poe has asked me to relay this message to all other ships involved in this conflict.]
Remaining humans,
At this juncture our race is faced with the greatest threat ever known. I am hesitant to tip off what we know about the enemy, because I know some of them are listening and are probably telepathically relaying everything I say to the hive. But without my speaking up, several good, pure humans whose genotype remains untainted will be destroyed along with the alien simulacra.

Aliens have assassinated several naval officers and public officials and replaced them with either shapeshifters or mind-controlled zombies. Your captain -- yes, your captain -- may not be who you think he or she is. Has he or she been behaving erratically of late? Perhaps your captain is skipping meals, because Earth food is distasteful to aliens. Perhaps he or she has been in frequent meetings with a select group of the command staff (likely other aliens), ignoring other formerly-trusted officers who have not yet been "replaced".

My friends, I know where these aliens are from. Recently our archaeologists have uncovered evidence of an advanced Martian civilization. (This information was withheld from general knowledge so the aliens would not know how much we know about them.) But these Martians are among us now, and their goal is the downfall and enslavement of not only human civilization, but that of friendly alien cultures as well.

We must stand together to fight this alien menace and protect the purity of human essence! I have tested all of my crew -- and yes -- I found several infiltrators disguised as humans, including one formerly trusted officer! Stop these fiends now! If you have any doubts about your captain, I have devised a battery of tests that will sniff out these Martian scumbags as fast as a weasel eats a tunafish sandwich!! We'll get the chitinous bilgerats now, and then move on to take on the human traitors that let them into power in the first place, releasing them from their 10,000-year-old holding cell on Mars where the First Humans locked them away! But this time they'll be on a one-way trip into the nearest B-type star, bucko, and that'll be the end of their little DNA picnic.

If you think I'm as crazy as a bear in the basement, you'd better look around you at what's happening out there -- should even half the EA ships here fall, the Earth will be as ripe for the pickin' as a tomato in October! Guard your chromosomes from extraterrestrial viruses!!!

Captain E.A. Poe, Shoshone
[McEuen here -- Capt. Poe has been under a great deal of stress lately. He has sealed off the bridge "in case there are more termites in the crew". Doctor Hatfield was about to pronounce him unfit for duty, but the doctor has been spaced, as he failed some of the captain's tests. I hope that you can help the Shoshone's crew in this tricky situation, as we're no more anxious to kill our comrades than the next Earther.]
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