Exploration Log-03
MTF Zulu-6 ("Bunker Hunkers")
- Team lead: Aero
- Support: Strub, Gaska
- ConSpec (Containment Specialist): Eli
(Zulu-6 reaches the bunker. A metallic door is blown off its hinges, resting on the floor.)
Aero: Right, boys. We know what to do.
(The rest of Zulu-6 nods, and enters. Zulu-6 continues down a narrow corridor, approximately 10m long. Bloodied handprints line the walls on either side.)
Gaska: Fuck, it stinks of shit here.
Strub: I've been in worse.
(Zulu-6 reaches a disused mining elevator at the end. Zulu-6 enters the elevator, and Aero presses a switch. A low rumble, before it descends.)
(After descending, a massive underground complex is seen, consisting of 38 floors arranged in concentric circles. Torn red propaganda banners hang loosely from its fixture on the wall, scrawled with white text that reads: "We Must Work Hard For The Supreme Leader!" in Korean. Zulu-6 continues down each floor, conducting a sweeping operation to collect any relevant documents.)
(Extraneous data truncated for brevity. Gaska and Eli complete the sweeping operation on floor 37 before re-assembling with Aero and Strub. Zulu-6 re-enters the elevator, and presses the switch. Another low rumble before it descends further. Upon reaching its destination, a large clang is audible, before a loud beep reverbrates across the floor.)
(Zulu-6 exits the elevator shaft. Strub and Gaska take point.)
Gaska: Finally, the last fucking floor.
Strub: Thinking the same thing, bud.
(Gaska and Strub clench their right hand and proceed to "bump" each other's fists.)
Aero: Right, team. Same thing: bag and tag.
Strub: Woah. Holy shit.
Aero: Strub?
Strub: Yo, Aero, come - come and take a look at this.
(Aero and Eli jog over to Strub. Outside of the elevator shaft, a single massive metallic machine, in the shape of a Rose of Sharon is situated at the center of the floor. Mist envelops the entire floor.)
Eli: Damn, it's cold in here.
Aero: Yeah.
(Aero looks up; a small circular patch of light can be seen. Aero looks around the floor, and gestures for the rest of Zulu-6 to remain at their positions. He approaches several ovoid silhouettes, partially obscured by the mist with his sights trained on them.)
Strub: How's it looking?
Aero: Hold. (A pause.) It's…metallic. Some sort of pod, I think. Kant counter's not picking up on anything. A - and, the floor's…soft. (A pause.) All wires and tubes.
Strub: Right, we're on our way to you.
(Zulu-6 reassembles next to Aero.)
Gaska: Fucking hell. This feels weird.
(Several hundred other ovoid silhouettes could be seen in the distance, arranged side-by-side, filling up the entire floor.)
Eli: This feels…oddly reminiscent.
Aero: …of what?
Eli: The - the, uh, those alien eggs in Sci-Fi movies? Hivemind shit?
Aero: Ah. …right. Gaska, Strub, take a look at one of the pods. Eli and I will go for the big one.
(Aero and Eli approach the machine. Four panels, each 5m long, are arranged in an "X" formation. At the center are 30 tubes, each 2m tall, which are arranged in a circle. 22 of the tubes are half-filled with a blue viscous liquid; the other eight are empty.)
Eli: What is this?
Aero: Don't know. (to communicator) Command, this is Zulu-6. We are, uh, looking at what appears to be a central module. We do not yet know its significance. (A pause.) Command? C - (sighs) Comms are spotty.
Eli: Shit. Looks like we're on our own for now.
Gaska: (mutters) Why does cap always get the big one?
(Strub shoots Gaska a look before chuckling. Both approach the nearest pod. Tubes and wires are spread out beneath the pod, interconnected with the ones next to it. A control panel is situated next to each pod with a keypad. A constant beeping sound is heard, with two graphs displayed on a small screen above the control panel; these graphs are continuously fluctuating in amplitude and frequency. A clipboard is situated to the right of the keypad; a piece of half-torn paper remains clipped to it. Gaska picks the clipboard up.)
Gaska: It's got…someone's personal information. Names, phone numbers, monthly income, social status, address…everything. Hold on. Someone's -
(Gaska taps on one of the names.)
Gaska: Apparently, the daughter is…dead. (mutters) Mental counselling, failed. Volunteered. The fuck?
Strub: Fucking hell.
(Gaska replaces the clipboard. Strub inspects the keypad.)
Strub: Hm. Don't know the passcode.
(Gaska reaches out his hand and slides it over the pod's surface.)
Gaska: Huh. Something feels…loose, here. Hang on, let me —
(The pod opens up into four panels, revealing a nude male humanoid entity in a fetal position; he appears to be smiling while tears are flowing down the cheeks. A tube is embedded into the back of the neck, and several electrodes attached to his head.)
Strub: Shit. (whistles) Hey Aero! We got something here!
(Aero nods back. Strub turns his attention to the humanoid entity. Gaska positions the entity upright, inspecting the tube.)
Strub: Uh, let's remove the tube.
Gaska: Gotcha.
(Gaska grips the tube and pulls. After several nudges, the tube is removed with flecks of body tissue on it. A needle is affixed to the end of the tube, leaking out an unknown blue liquid. The electrodes are removed.)
Strub: Let's get him up and see -
(The entity wakes up, wide-eyed. He stares at Gaska and Strub before uttering curse words in Korean; Gaska and Strub exchange glances.)
Gaska: The hell's he saying?
Strub: Don't know.
(The entity momentarily pauses before shouting in broken English.)
Entity: Pod, me, back! Family, see! Please! Want, see, family! Pl -
(The humanoid entity's eyes roll back, and enters a seizure.)
Strub: Woah, woah, woah, what the fuck? Aero!
(Aero jogs over to Strub. The entity is beginning to froth at the mouth.)
Aero: Shit.
(The entity lets out choked screams as he grips the sides of his head with his hands, proceeding to yank out strands of his hair.)
Gaska: Fuck. What the hell do we do?
(Aero holds up his palm, with his sights trained on the entity.)
Aero: Hold.
(The entity continues to scream for six more minutes. He wriggles for a few seconds before subsiding.)
(Silence for 14 seconds.)
Gaska: The fuck?
Aero: One of you keep tabs on that body while the other search around.
(Aero walks over to the machine and continues inspecting it with Eli.)
Gaska: (sighs) Christ.
(Strub pats Gaska on the shoulder.)
Strub: Couldn't be saved in the first place anyway. I'll keep track of the body, you go and -
(The entity's body twitches.)
Strub: G - Gas, could you shine a light on him again?
(Gaska orientates the flashlight on the body. More blood flows out of the gunshot wound.)
Gaska: The h -
(The body jerks upright. The head explodes, spraying brain matter and blood onto both Strub and Gaska, obscuring the camera lens. Both wipe the blood away. An adolescent, female humanoid lies on the floor in front of the body, dressed in Hanbok attire.)
(The female entity is roused, before staring wide-eyed at her surroundings. She frantically crawls over to the male entity and shakes him. She then stares at Gaska, mouthing a "Why?" in Korean before entering a seizure. Aero and Eli sprint over.)
Eli: Shoot her!
(Aero trains his sights on the female entity and fires. The entity rolls to the right, causing the bullet to ricochet off the floor. She continues to froth at the mouth, and her limbs begin to twist in unnatural angles. Her skin spontaneously bubbles and combusts, producing smoke.)
Aero: The hell? Fuck. Team, move to the elevator now!
(Zulu-6 enters the elevator, and presses the switch. It begins to ascend; the screaming echoes throughout the shaft.)
Strub: Christ, what the hell was that?
Aero: (to communicator) Command, this is Zulu-6. We just engaged on a hostile entity. I repeat, we had ju -
(The elevator jerks up before stabilizing.)
Eli: Huh?
(A loud thud is heard.)
Strub: The fuck? Wh - where's Eli?
(Another loud thud. Screams are audible, which fade to silence.)
Gaska: Oh shit. Aero -
(A pause.)
Gaska: A - Aero? Aero? Ah shit.
(A loud clang and a low growl are heard. An SCP-XXXX instance appears; all four limbs are corroded off, replaced with fleshy appendages growing from its back. Half of the face is overwhelmed by cysts, and the lips are absent, exposing the masticatory muscles underneath. The Hanbok dress on SCP-XXXX is stained and torn.)
Gaska: Fuck!
(Gunfire erupts, and a shriek is heard. A choked scream is audible, before the feed cuts off.)
<End Log>
Concluding statement: A drone was deployed to the bunker immediately after. After 52 seconds, the drone jerked to one side before nosediving into the floor.
Before losing control of the drone, footage revealed that 14 tubes on the central machine remained filled with the blue liquid and that more of the ovoid pods were ruptured.
Investigations are ongoing.