Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: ██/██/████
Exploration Team: MTF-Aether 5 (“Cosmonauts”)
Subject: SCP
Team Lead: Mobile Task Force Aether-5 Captain Duric (A5-Cap)
Team Members: A5-1 / A5-2 / A5-3
[BEGIN LOG]
A5-Cap: We’re approaching the spacecraft. Command, we ok to enter?
Command: You’re good to go.
A5-Cap: Alright, folks. Standard stuff. Get in, collect samples, don’t die.
A5-1: So we’re not allowed to die? Shit.
A5-2 and A5-3 laugh.
A5-Cap: We’re here, kids.
The small craft piloted by A5-Cap moves closer to what is presumed to be SCP’s main docking bay. As the craft approaches, it is drawn towards the docking bay, automatically engaging the airlock and opening the doors of both SCP and the piloted craft.
A5-Cap: Command, entry made, though we didn’t do much. Dunno what happened there to be honest.
Command: No worries, Cap. You’re cleared to enter. Keep yourselves safe.
A5-Cap: Roger.
The team moves into the airlock, which closes behind them. A series of mechanical whirs and hums occur for a minute or so, after which the door ahead of them opens with a pneumatic whoosh, telescoping outwards from a central point. All four team members turn on their headlamps and raise their weapons.
A5-3: Yo, it’s pretty dim in here. No lights or power.
A5-1: Then how’d we get in?
A5-Cap: Command, are you reading any power signals at all from this craft?
Command: Negative. The craft itself may be anomalous. Keep an eye out for non-Euclidean geometry.
A5-2 shudders, and whispers “Site-13” to A5-1, who pushes A5-2 playfully.
The next 30 minutes of travel throughout SCP are largely uneventful. MTF-A5 discovers the bridge after moving through a dense network of living spaces.
A5-1: Ooh, control room.
A5-1 examines a few of the displays, attempting to turn any of them on. He taps comically at once of the control panels.
A5-1: Complete with signs of violent struggle.
A5-Cap: Command, I think we know why the ship isn’t doing much of anything. Signs of heavy combat, though no weapons to be found. Huge ballistic holes made in various displays. It’s weird, though - all of these holes are perfect circles.
A5-2: Woah, is that a body? Possible contact, look alive.
A pair of legs, naked with wrinkled, dark-gray skin, protrudes from behind a display counter. MTF-A5 form a small semicircle while A5-3 moves forward to examine.
A5-3: Looks pretty dead to me. Couple of those perfect blast wounds in the chest, one through one of the eyes.
The rest of the team moves around, A5-Cap focusing his camera on the being. It is humanoid, with a series of small, black eyes dotting the front of the face. No other visible orifices. The being possesses two arms on each side of its torso and two legs. No other notable anatomy is noted.
A5-Cap: We got a recognition on this thing?
Command: Not at this time. We’ll let you know if anything changes. Please move to the back end of the craft and inspect.
Unnecessary detail and travelling redacted for length.
MTF-A5 finds a holding bay at the back of the craft. Unlike the rest of SCP, the door to the holding bay did not open automatically — A5-2 and A5-Cap manage to pry it open due to the small hole in the center and hold it open while A5-1 and A5-3 duck in.
A5-1: Jeeeeesus, this bay is huge.
A5-3: Look at all these tanks. A5-2, you have the sample kit?
A5-2 nods and begins taking specimens of various tanks. Noting that the holding bay extends nearly half a kilometer, A5-2 begins taking samples every tenth vessel.
A5-Cap: Are these diamonds?
A5-1: We’re rich, boys and girls! Tell Command to pack it in, I’m going to Bermuda.
A5-Cap: Focus up, contact.
The team has nearly reached the end of the holding bay. In the back left corner, a being, similar to the being in the bridge, is slumped in the corner next to a few broken, emptied vessels. It is nearly identical to the previous being with the exception of its body — the being is clearly emaciated, and has small wounds running along both of its arms and legs, as well as its neck.
A5-Cap signals A5-1 to move forward as the rest of the team takes point. As A5-1 moves, the being stirs, hearing their footprints on the metal floor.
A5-1: It’s moving. Clear to neutralize?
Command: Negative. Attempt verbal contact.
A5-1: Understood. (Speaking to the being): Hey there. Do you understand English? Hablas Español?
The being stirs once more, all of its eyes opening simultaneously. It wobbles to its feet, appearing to orient itself, and views each of the MTF-A5 members with apparent curiosity.
Suddenly, the being charges with inhuman speed towards A5-1, a roaring sound emanating from an unseen orifice. Its arms seem to stretch and grow longer, and its head grows in size until a mouth full of gyrating, pointed teeth is seen. It reaches A5-1 and swallows his right arm and weapon before any other member can fire a shot.
A5-1 screams as the other MTF-A5 members open fire, puncturing the being’s head at multiple points. After a salvo of bullets, the being drops to the floor, oozing a highly reflective silver substance. A5-1’s arm is still in its mouth, and he is dragged to the floor as the being slumps over.
A5-1: Jesus fuckin’ Christ, get me out of this shit.
A5-Cap: Command, we’ve got one injury, no casualties. Clearly hostile entity located on board, neutralized. Orders going forward?
Command: Assess injuries and administer treatment as necessary. Clear to neutralize entities on sight. Does A5-1 need extraction?
A5-1: Shit. Naw, probably not. Fuckin’ thing munched me real good though.
As two members separate the being’s jaw, A5-1 withdraws his arm. The entirety of his suit’s arm is shredded, and there are multiple deep lacerations criss-crossing his skin, though his blood isn’t actively flowing. A5-3 quickly applies antibacterial foam, A5-1 wincing as they bubble and foam.
A5-1: Gently, Ilya, gently, Christ.
A5-3: Don’t call me Ilya, Clarence.
A5-Cap and A5-2 are inspecting the broken tanks while A5-1 is being bandaged. A5-2 kneels down to get a sample, pausing once she smells the substance.
A5-2: Cap, I’m not totally sure, but this definitely smells like blood.
A5-Cap: A5-1’s?
A5-2 shakes her head.
A5-Cap: Get a sample and let’s get the fuck out. If that is indeed human blood, we’ve probably got bigger problems than a shredded arm.
A5-2: There’s something else, Cap.
//A5-Cap walks over to where A5-2 is kneeling. On the floor is a cracked personal display with what appears to be a filesystem on screen. Cap selects the only icon on screen and a number of text files pop up, albeit in the same alien language on the craft. //
Additionally, there is some form of weapon, though with no visible trigger or exterior buttons of any kind.
A5-Cap: Pack these up too. (Turning the tablet over in his hands) Maybe someone has a degree in extraterrestrial Linguistics, who knows.
After A5-1 is cleaned up and successfully recontained with a temporary suit patching, the team moves back through the craft. No further entities are noted. Extraction successful.
[END LOG]
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