E15-4, 31 minutes into exploratory mission
Exploration Log XXXX-A
DATE: 20/11/2018
Exploration Team: MTF-Epsilon-15 ("Health and Safety")
Team Members: Ε15-1 / Ε15-2 / Ε15-3 / Ε15-4
Game Title: Space Station Disaster
Objective: Open the pearlescent gate within SCP-XXXX and exit the anomaly in under 60 minutes.
NOTE: In addition to standard equipment, MTF-Epsilon-15 was provided the following items:
- 1 pair of bolt cutters
- 1 crowbar
- 1 portable circular saw
- 4 replacement saw blades
- 5 portable oxygen canisters
[BEGIN LOG]
(The sound of a door closing is heard, followed by a muffled explosion.)
Command: Team, you are no longer present in baseline reality, and should be inside SCP-XXXX. The research team and I are on standby.
Ε15-1: Copy Command. Mic check one.
Ε15-2: Check two.
SCP-XXXX-1: Oh hell, that was the station's main power core!
(SCP-XXXX-1 is dressed in a superficially similar red uniform to those found in the Star Trek TV series. Its turnip and cross are hanging from its belt.)
Ε15-3: Check three.
Ε15-4: Check four.
SCP-XXXX-1: Did no one but me hear that explosion?
Ε15-2: Please calm down, SCP-XXXX-1. We have the situation under control.
SCP-XXXX-1: What?
Ε15-2: We know that the oxygen is running out. We're all going to get out of here before that happens.
SCP-XXXX-1: I, (pause) alright?
Ε15-4: Command, this chamber has similar dimensions to its baseline analog. I've located five boxes with combination locks, in addition to the padlock on the main door.
SCP-XXXX-1: Right, we'll need to get those open if we want to get the escape pods. Luckily for us, the last tech who used this room had a bad habit of writing code hints down on-
Ε15-1: Crack 'em open, three.
(E15-3 begins cutting the locks off with a pair of bolt cutters)
SCP-XXXX-1: (pause) Damn, wish I'd thought of that. I guess you do know what you're doing.
Ε15-3: Door's open. The boxes had a set of papers, a pair of white keys, another key that looks like it fit the door lock, and a (pause) rosary? That's odd.
SCP-XXXX-1: Hey, you never know when one of those will come in handy.
Ε15-1: The white ones probably match the gate. Grab 'em and let's go.
(The team and SCP-XXXX-1 emerge into a circular chamber 6 meters in diameter constructed primarily from white plastic. The pearlescent gate is positioned opposite the door that MTF Epsilon-15 enters from. Two additional doors are present in the chamber, in addition to a window and large computer terminal displaying the message: 'Critical Failure: Unable to route backup power to the mainframe)
Ε15-3: You think we can just cut the gate open.
Ε15-1: It's worth a try, Three. Four, take a look around while we take a look at the terminal.
Ε15-4: The spatial distortion is starting, Command. This chamber's large enough that -Whoa.
(A white dwarf star is visible through the window. SCP-XXXX is among other objects in orbit around it)
Ε15-4: Yeah, we're definitely not on Earth anymore. Crazy, I barely felt anything when we entered.
(E15-3 attempts to forcibly open the gate using a circular saw.)
Ε15-3: My dad always wanted me to be an astronaut. (Pause) Shit. The blade's ruined, and the gate doesn't even have a scratch on it. Guess we'll have to use the actual keys.
Ε15-4: Of course it's not that easy.
SCP-XXXX-1: Grand job though, we're doing much better than last time.
Ε15-1: I think I've figured out how to get the power- Did it just say 'last time?'
Ε15-2: SCP-XXXX-1, could you please elaborate?
SCP-XXXX-1: I can't really put my finger on it, I just felt this, I dunno-
Ε15-3: Both keys are in.
SCP-XXXX-1: Right, last time we didn't even get out of the first room.
Command: Two, can you give SCP-XXXX-1 the spare communicator?
Ε15-2: Doing so now.
SCP-XXXX-1: Right, you hearing me? Like I was saying, I think I've only been at this station maybe once before? It's a little fuzzy, y'know? I'm pretty sure last time we didn't make it out of the first room before I suffocated, though. Don't know why more people don't bring tools like you lot.
Command: SCP-XXXX-1, please elaborate on what you are able to recall prior to the current situation.
SCP-XXXX-1: As I said, it's not all there. I think the last group here were a few oriental men? Look, we don't have a lot of time here. If we don't get through that gate, we're all going to suffocate, and that's not exactly fun. I'll tell you whatever you want, as long you and your fellas keep cracking on.
Command: We'll take it under consideration. Two, the research team has a solution for the circuit board you're looking at. Put the 12, 15, and 27 Ohm resistors into slots 1, 6, and 9 respectively.
Ε15-2: It makes no sense that this is in a fuse box. (pause) I think that worked.
Computer: Belial Station: Rerouting emergency power.
Ε15-4: Belial Station? That doesn't sound right. Command?
Command: It's discrepant from the baseline narrative. SCP-XXXX-1, can you account for this?
SCP-XXXX-1: That's because it's not just a story about a space station. It mostly is, but my handsome face isn't the only thing I bring to the table. It's my story too.
Command: What exactly do you seek to gain from these stories, SCP-XXXX-1?
SCP-XXXX-1: Just to get out, same as your lot. Same as most people, I expect. Nothing sinister, if that's what you're implying.
Ε15-2: Command, do you have any update on this cipher?
Command: We've just finished cracking it, two. Try 5374696E6779.
Computer: Emergency lockdown lifted. Access restored to airlock and storage bay. Access to escape pod failed. Pod release mechanism failed. Pod life support failed.
Ε15-1: Does it expect us to fix that?
SCP-XXXX-1: We can open the release mechanism manually from the outside, and the storage room might have repair supplies.
Ε15-4: The airlock's only got one suit, and another key to the gate. I'll get the release while everyone else checks the storage room?
Ε15-1: All right, but keep in regular contact. Let us know if you encounter anything unexpected.
Command: SCP-XXXX-1, how did you become familiar with SCP-XXXX's current topography?
SCP-XXXX-1: This station? I've been stationed here for more than three hundred years! I know the old boy like the back of my hand.
Command: Could you repeat that time frame, please?
SCP-XXXX-1: Shit, that wasn't right, was it? Hard to tell what's me, and what's this one-dimensional shell in a red shirt. It knows about the station, but not much else.
Command: A 'one-dimensional shell'. How would you describe yourself as opposed to this 'shell', SCP-XXXX-1?
SCP-XXXX-1: I'm just a normal bloke having a rough go of it, really. Jack Meallán, Cork born and bred. Then again, I get the feeling that you lot already know a fair bit about me.
Command: Please continue.
SCP-XXXX-1: Hey now, I've answered plenty of your questions already. We're on a timer, you know.
Ε15-1: This storage area is huge, Command. It'll take time to find anything useful. We'll keep you posted.
Ε15-4: Tether's secure. Exiting the airlock now.
Ε15-3: Be careful out there, man.
(Ε15-4 exits the airlock. The star produces a bright glare, partially obscuring the video feed when it is in frame. The exterior of the station is lined with numerous written instructions.)
Ε15-4: Manual release, manual release. These aren't exactly clear. I think actually finding the release it another puzzle. Can I get a hand with this, Command? I don't recognize some of these instructions.
Command: It's partially in Latin. The research team is working on it, please stand by.
(E15-4 navigates the station exterior with assistance from command while the remainder of the team searches the storage room. Guidance and intermittent chatter continue for 15 minutes. E15-4 is eventually able to locate the manual release mechanism.)
Ε15-4: One, I have a problem. I found another pair of keys, but I physically can't get these valves open. It's like I don't have enough hands for the job.
Ε15-1: Hang tight, Four. We're just finishing up our search here.
(Ε15-3 exclaims in pain)
Ε15-1: What's wrong, Three?
Ε15-3: I'm fine, but this jar is burning hot to the touch. What's even in this? (Pause) Another set of keys, but it's filled with boiling water. I'm not even sure how it's staying this hot.
SCP-XXXX-1: Heh, that's not so bad. Watch this.
(SCP-XXXX-1 drops the chain from its cross into the jar, in an attempt to retrieve the keys with it.)
SCP-XXXX-1: You think this is smart? A child could've gotten around it. What's this supposed to prov-
(As SCP-XXXX-1 removes the keys from the jar, it begins screaming. Blisters begin to form on its hand.)
SCP-XXXX-1: Fuck you! Fuck you, you arrogant prick! Just leave me alone, for fuck's sake!
Ε15-2: Calm down and let me take a look.
Command: SCP-XXXX-1, who exactly are you talking to?
SCP-XXXX-1: I dunno, God? Fate, if you're not into that. You seem like a woman without an ounce of faith or joy in your life. Whatever force in the universe keeps putting me into these kinds of shit situations.
Ε15-2: Stop squirming. You'll live, they're only second-degree burns. Three, didn't we find a first-aid crate?
Ε15-3: Yeah. There's a digital lock on it, but I'll just cut the box open.
(Ε15-3 cuts open several crates with the circular saw while E15-2 treats SCP-XXXX-1.)
Ε15-1: Four, you mentioned you were down a set of hands? Well, we just found another suit.
Ε15-3: Give it to me, I'll go meet up with Four.
Ε15-4: Oh brilliant. Hurry up, I'm sitting on my thumbs here.
[END LOG]