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Subject is the fifth of ten surviving members of the original guard of site ten. He is a Caucasian male, with notable burns on the left side of his face, and dark red hair that has been recently cut off with what the subject said was a steak knife from the hospital cafeteria

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You wanna know why site 10 doesn't exist anymore? You wanna hear about the hundreds of skeletons, trapped at the bottom of the ocean? You wanna know why 5 dozen SCPs are now considered either neutralized or at large?

No. I want to hear about the biggest foundation military deployment in recorded history.

Then ask one of the other 10 people who got out with their sanity.

There. Now I didn't know ten people escaped that fight.

Oh, so I'm giving you all this new information? … Fine. I'll tell you.

We already know that the site director going rouge was responsible for the movement out of the north pole, that 5 modified aircraft carriers and a foundation supercarrier were travelling south, and didn't make it to their destination.

Correct. As you said, the site director was responsible. He was also a clueless, bumbling idiot.
I didn't notice we were moving south until is saw a seagull land on the railing next to me. I was part of a containment squad, riding along with the ships, making sure nothing got out of their cells.
I believe that all the SCPs there were there because they had to be. Either they required salt water, cold, or being far, far away from solid ground.
On my ship, we had 15 SCPs to watch over. From what I saw, there was a memetic hazard, some sort of cow with tentacles, and a couple of stuck-up X-Men.

X-Men?

Humanoids with powers. Mostly there because they were intelligent and loved to escape.
Anyways, it began with that first breach. Some fuckwit on the supercarrier dropped a glass box of steel eating mites. Bio-detectors caught most of them, but a couple ate their way out of the ship. It was a supercarrier, so it had its own hover-pontoons, and the holes were fixable en route. The next big problem came quickly.

The site director had looked a bit too close at our memetic hazard on one of his trips to our carrier. He went back to his room later with nausea. Next thing you know, he got us to the tropic of cancer, and ordered we release all SCPs into the water. This was a bad idea already, but we were prepared to do it in an orderly matter. I was positioned with my squad, Edward-K. We were standing on a position overlooking this ramp that led to the cage of SCP-S10-42, the tentacle cow thingy. We were standing at the ready with all of out guns pointed at the ramp. It was dark. I was cold. I'm pretty sure we were in the middle of a damn typhoon.

Anyways, the gate opens and the SCP comes out. There are multiple people standing around it talking soothingly into its ears. I guess that was one of its containment procedures. It's about halfway up the ramp when there's this bright flash of light. We all turned our attention away from the surf n' turf on legs and saw through the rain this massive ball of light growing on the supercarrier. It got bigger and bigger until it was covering about a quarter of the ship. It suddenly shrunk back to nothing, and with this massive bang, the entire area of the supercarrier it covered just disappeared.

I watched the shockwave get closer and closer until it hit our ship. A massive wave crashed into the hull and I was thrown off balance, into a wall. There were these horrible shrieking sounds coming from the ramp, and some tentacles came into my view, plucked up a couple of my squad mates, slammed them into the ground, and dragged them back the way they came. The other guys opened fire on the thing, but they didn't last long either. I got back up, but I couldn't find my gun, so, I ran.

I slipped and slid across the deck and down the ladder into the armory. That's when I encountered SCP-S10-02. It was a young girl. One of the X-Men. It was standing next to a bunch of burnt-up corpses, D-class, scientists, even the captain of the ship's armed guard. They had weapons when they fought it. I did not. It looked at me with these cute, innocent eyes. I was struck by how scared it seemed. But, with a literal blink of an eye, its eyes turned pitch black and its fists lit on fire. It jumped at me and I ducked away. They didn't teach me much in terms of hand to hand combat, but I knew how to dodge. I lasted a good couple seconds until I got hit with a flame blast. It was a glancing blow, but it melted half my face mask. It tripped me up, and I fell on my back. It was about to finish me off when it's chest exploded. It collapsed on top of me, still burning hot.

My squad leader was standing behind it, holding a smoking shotgun. I remember it so clearly. The first thing he did was radio in to command. "SCP-S10-02, classify as neutralized."

"what happened?" I asked him.

"I got thrown across a bloody aircraft carrier that's what happened."

"no, I mean with the SCPs. They're all out of containment." I corrected

He explained to me that the site director and a couple of head researchers broke into the site command room and opened all the cages. Most SCPs ran for it, if they were animate. A D-class also nabbed some sort of powerful energy rifle from a UFO in the hold. Lastly, and most important, there was an X-man with duplication powers on our ship.

I grabbed a rifle and some body armor from the armory. We had decided to attempt to kill the D-class guy with the remains of squads Edward-J and Edward-X.

Reports confirmed that the D-class you are talking about was D-93481, real name Tobias Bradley. Arrested for attempting to break into area 51

Whatever you say, I guess. It didn't turn out well for us. When we engaged him, I saw a lot of guys get vaporized. Just… pop! I eventually got to his flank and hit a lucky shot into his gun. I tried to detain him, but a guy from Edward-X just shot him in the head instead. By the end of the battle, the ship was mostly clear. We thought all the X-Men were neutralized. I walked over this massive mound of corpses that all looked identical to each other, minus where the wounds were they died from. I got onto the main deck, where it all started, and saw a couple miles away this massive battle being carried out on the supercarrier deck. It had everything, massive bursts of flame, a shriek I could hear from my own ship, even carpet bombing from our F-15 fighter squadron.

We got on a helicopter transport to evacuate, and once we were crammed in like sardines with the wounded and the empty, we took off. A couple seconds later, we saw this sudden manifestation of identical people spread across the main deck. It was the duplicator. Our forces had all either been destroyed or evacuated, and we were the closest to the ship. We watched as the remaining security and wounded were overwhelmed, and everyone turned their heads but me when the supercarrier hit our ship with its main turrets. It was a horrible moment. So sudden, so gruesome, but I couldn't take my damn eyes off of it. A single barrage was fired, the shells hurtled across the sea, the tracers glowing in the night. The wind curved them slightly, and they slammed into the carrier with such explosive force that my helicopter was thrown out of the sky. The bodies on the carrier, all of them, were on fire. My helicopter went down about halfway between my ship and carrier Bravo. I was on the door gunner seat, so I was able to hop out right before we hit. The pilots and wounded definitely didn't make it out, but I think I saw a life raft inflated at some point past the waves.

I grabbed a floating toxic waste barrel and held on for dear life. I was stuck. I could only keep my head above water as I saw the super carrier do the same thing to every other ship. Of course, half the boat was missing, so once the torrential downpour filled up the rooms, the glorious supercarrier of site ten started going down. When morning came, I waited and waited for the S&R boats to find me. I bobbed by a downed F-15. The pilot had been shot right out of it. There were some signal flares inside the cockpit, so I stood on the wing and fired all of them one by one. A life raft came near me, full to the brim with people.

They were about a quarter mile out when a hole opened up in the sea beneath them. They fell in, and I never saw them resurface again.

Thank you, we know the rest of the story. The supercarrier piece had been teleported to the orbit just outside mercury, and foundation personnel put it on a trajectory into the sun. We recovered you and nine others from the wreckage and began hunting down the SCPs that escaped.

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