"Ground to atmo, whatsup," Came through.
An Aschen Reverence II was orbiting the blue green marble called Terra, specifically honed in on the Cursed Wood. Over the transmissions in the bridge of the Reverence, a radio wave sent from the nigh depths of space crackled in, drowning this out. At first, it was just white noise, but then the crew heard the message.
Uh...Dow...
It was sent from what was marked in the signature on the waves as a fellow Aschen ship, an outer patrol ship to be exact. Scrambling, the captain searched to identify the ship. It hadn't been officially marked as missing yet. Two weeks ago was it's last incoming?
Weird. They should contact ground.Meanwhile, much like an addicting song, the transmission worked it's way through the cognitive processes of the Captain, and all who heard the transmission. He radio'd the bay, their minds would catch it too. Finally, the Captain who still didn't know better, would radio to ground.
Atmosphere to Ground,
A shame the only way to prevent this magical contagion, this biomagicaluminent thread of the universe, from spreading was total isolationism and non communication.
This crew, and all Aschen who heard or communicated with this these transmissions, were doomed.