A security keycard under the effect of SCP-4730
Special Containment Procedures: All containment areas at Site-70 are to be kept at least 300 meters away from any door requiring level 4 or higher security clearance and have at least one 50 cm thick steel wall obstructing direct line of sight between them. A MTF Nu-7 battery of at least 120 members are to remain stationed at Site-70 in complement to its standing armed guard force of 1000. All members of Site-70 personnel are to be given access and required to read all level 4 or lower information concerning SCP entities contained on site.
Main containment facility of Site-70
Areas around affected doors are to be guarded with mounted weaponry and staffed as appropriate for the weapons and tactics currently used by SCP-4730-3. Longer periods of time between SCP-4730 activations warrant additional guards and firepower per the stationed Nu-7 captain's advisement.
Security camera image of SCP-4730-3 unit moving through the Site-70 main containment facility in Incident 4730-A
Description: SCP-4730 is an anomaly that affects a randomly chosen level 4 or higher security card at Site-70 every 2 to 40 days and activates upon use on a level 4 door. Upon activation, a portal, designated SCP-4730-1, is opened to an alternate universe, designated SCP-4730-2. The opposite side of the portal will be occupied by a waiting, heavily armed force designated SCP-4730-3. Autopsies of SCP-4730-3 entities shows they are genetically and anatomically human.
SCP-4730-3 instances will engage with stationed guards in armed combat with varying technology and tactics. SCP-4730-3 tactics are typically based around use of Gauss1 weapons and combat drones (both aerial and terrestrial) but have utilized biological, chemical, anomalous, and radiation based weaponry on rare occasions.
When SCP-4730-3 encounters a member of Site-70 research personnel with security clearance 4 or higher, SCP-4730-3 will attempt to apprehend and extract them through SCP-4730-1. When SCP-4730-3 encounter another SCP contained at Site-70, they will follow appropriate capture procedures for that entity and attempt to bring them to SCP-4730-2.
NOTICE FROM SITE-70 NU-7 BATTERY CAPTAIN PELTERIE
I have received numerous complaints concerning the amount of required reading at Site-70. The list of entities contained here alone should justify our insistence. The next time one of those cards activate and a 4730-3 puts a 50 Kg slug through ████'s enclosure, I want even the damn janitors to know how to contain it.
If you need further reason to not die horribly, take a look at the below.
Read. The. Procedures.
— Cpt. Stephan Pelterie, Stationed Nu-7 Commander
Access outside Site-70 Detected, Level 4 or Higher Clearance Required
Incident 4730-A Video Log Transcript
Date: 22/11/2020
Subject: First Encounter with SCP-4730
Discoverer: Researcher Mochizuka Nozomi
Note: Emergency broadcast log started following Researcher Mochizuka's opening of a door requiring level 4 security access as part of SCP-2995's containment procedures. Researcher Mochizuka was able to discreetly activate her emergency video recorder and transponder system upon contact with SCP-4730-3.
[BEGIN EMERGENCY BROADCAST LOG]
Video opens to show Researcher Mochizuka being escorted through SCP-4730-1 as 50 octopedal drones approximately 20 cm in height emerge from it. Ballistic reinforced plating covers the surfaces of the walls and ceiling as SCP-4730-3 entities run past Mochizuka and her escorts. Two high caliber automatic Gauss rifle nests are visible before Researcher Mochizuka is brought through a checkpoint staffed by other SCP-4730-3.
SCP-4730-3: Scribe Native for cataloging. Universe 2A53.
The sound of gunfire on the other side of SCP-4730-1 is heard.
SCP-4730-3 at Checkpoint: Roger that, proceed to interview cell 75T.
Researcher Mochizuka is strapped to a medical cot on wheels and escorted through the checkpoint into a red painted hallway.
Mochizuka: What is going to happen to me?
SCP-4730-3: Quiet, Native.
SCP-4730-3 instance covers Researcher Mochizuka's mouth with their hand. Researcher Mochizuka is escorted through various corridors before being deposited in a stark white interrogation room marked 75T. Mochizuka is handcuffed to a metal chair in front of a metallic table and left alone for two minutes and 20 seconds before someone enters the room and sits across the table from Mochizuka. Person is of masculine appearance and designated as Interviewer. Video feed is interrupted by occasional static.
Interviewer: Hello, I'm sure you are very confused about what has happened to you. Let me assure you that your assigned facility will be cared for accordingly by far more capable containment specialists.
Mochizuka: Where am I?
Interviewer smiles at Researcher Mochizuka and extends a hand.
Interviewer: Welcome to the Greater Foundation! We are here to alleviate your former employers of the anomalies that burden them. Can you tell me about the anomalous items, entities, or concepts contained at your site?
Mochizuka: Why should I comply with you?
Interviewer: It will limit the number of potential causalities from our efforts.
Mochizuka: What if I refuse?
Interviewer holds a finger to their ear before speaking again into their shirt.
Interviewer: 2A53 shows continued resistance?
Static flashes across the feed and covers the sound of the Interviewer's voice for two seconds.
Interviewer: Submitting request to label 2A53 as Keter.
Mochizuka: Wait, is 2A53 my home? I need some answers here!
Interviewer: Tell me about the most dangerous anomalies contained by your organization.
Mochizuka: I need something in return for that information.
Interviewer: While we do take care not to upset more dangerous anomalies upon initial containment, we are not beyond letting them do our work for us. We have recovered valuable information, anomalies, tech, and natural resources from universes that have undergone what I believe you call K class scenarios in the past. We can do it again. I would prefer to work towards a more… mutual outcome. You tell me about the most dangerous things in your site and I will help ensure we don't have to pick the valuables out of your world's rubble. We will get the information from you one way or another. We have very effective methods.
Mochizuka: Sighs 2995 and 3013.
Interviewer: One moment.
Interviewer puts their finger to their ear and speaks into their shirt.
Interviewer: Query on 2A53-2995 and 2A53-3013? Ah, understood. Dispatch a MTF-Seismologists and a MTF-Rembrandts to universe 1F79 Site-22.
Interviewer smiles at Mochizuka and rises from their chair.
Interviewer: Thank you for your assistance. You will be placed in holding pending future questioning.
SCP-4730-3 instances enter the room and secure Researcher Mochizuka to a cot before wheeling her out. Video static increases as they move. 10 seconds of video become clear as Mochizuka passes a window. The exterior environment is clouded by thick clouds obstructing all sunlight and continuously raining. Flashes of lightning show rows of cross-shaped mining installations drilled into the planet's lifeless crust extending beyond the horizon.
42 seconds of static pass before the feed returns to show a mass humanoid containment cell. Catwalks line the ceiling occupied by SCP-4730-3 entities and the cell is estimated to hold 200 occupants. The majority of cell occupants are in some kind of laboratory gear ranging from lab coats to full body exosuits. A large window dominates the right side of the video feed where multiple humans are gathered in religious prostrations before a painting of a many armed figure.
SCP-4730-3: Dump her. The Natives here can orientate her.
Mochizuka is released from bindings and forcibly stood upright. Researcher Mochizuka looks back as SCP-4730-3 entities exit through the door and the video feed cuts out as the door closes.
[END EMERGENCY BROADCAST LOG]
Note: SCP-████, 3013, and 2995 were lost during the incident. SCP-4730-3 units occupied over half of the Site-70 main containment facility before MTF Epsilon-11 "Nine Tailed Fox" arrived one hour and 43 minutes following start of the emergency log. MTF arrived by HALO2 drop and entered the facility via the roof. Epsilon-11 forced the SCP-4730-3 troop back through SCP-4730-1 and launched a Type-4 autonomous stealth surveillance drone through the opening before the door and SCP-4730-1 closed.
Interrogation 4730-A Video Log Transcript
Date: 20/02/2021
Subject: Interrogation of captured SCP-4730-3 instance
Interviewer: Site-70 Director Dr. Alfons Croshaw
[BEGIN LOG]
Croshaw: Good evening, can you provide us with a name?
SCP-4730-3: MTF Zeta-1A22 "Doorknockers" member 89VB55.
Croshaw: Do you have a more… personal name?
SCP-4730-3: Before joining I was named Mikhail.
Croshaw: Well, Mikhail. I'm betting you can guess why we are questioning you here today.
SCP-4730-3: It won't make a difference.
Croshaw: Hmm?
SCP-4730-3: Whatever answers you get out of me. They won't help you. Nothing can.
Croshaw: What makes you so certain of that?
SCP-4730-3: Your organization… your universe is hardly unique. It is just another speck of sand about to be poured into the kiln.
Croshaw: You'll have to forgive me for not sharing your hopelessness.
SCP-4730-3: Whatever helps you sleep. Enjoy the ignorance while you can.
Croshaw: What is your organization's intent with our universe?
SCP-4730-3: Containment. You have nasty things, you can send those nasty things elsewhere, we don't like nasty things popping up in our realities. We've already logged at least one case, a particularly bad one, breaching out of your universe. So we come here to take them all away. Put them somewhere safe. Well… safe for us, at least.
Croshaw: Safe for you?
SCP-4730-3: They have to go somewhere. Those somewhere's are someone's home. Then there's the problem of resources. We don't offer our services for free because they are far from free to provide.
Croshaw: What kind of resources do you require?
SCP-4730-3: The same all kinds of containment do: raw materials, energy, people, you know. Starts off with just a few shipments of some rare earth metals, helium-3, D-class, that sort of stuff. Before you know it, we have mining platforms drilled into your planet's crust until we can sift out the valuables directly from your mantel.
Croshaw: A Mohole3 device?
SCP-4730-3: Yeah, that's the word the scribes use.
Croshaw: And do these universes put up resistance to your actions?
SCP-4730-3: Of course. They try everything. Armed guard forces, nuclear attacks, some even send an anomaly or two through. Doesn't make a difference. In the end, their world gets reduced to endless rows of crosses and a planet filled with anomalies staffed by prisoners to feed them. A containment reality, we call them.
Croshaw: Does your organization operate out of any one reality? A point of origin?
SCP-4730-3 stares off into space for ten seconds before answering.
SCP-4730-3: I… guess? There has to be one, right?
Croshaw: Do you not come from your Foundation's home universe?
SCP-4730-3: No, mine was a pretty typical containment reality. Grew up on the moon after my grandparents moved there when the Americans invaded Stalingrad back in the 40s… or was it the 60s? We made contact with the Greater Foundation sometime in the late 90s… I think? I joined them to escape the homestead once the crosses started popping up in the craters.
Croshaw: Do you remember if a designation was given to your home universe?
SCP-4730-3: 1T… 1T… 1T something… I used to visit there, didn't I?
Croshaw: You said your universe was typical. Did something happen to it?
SCP-4730-3: Can… can we talk about something else? My memory of home has been… fuzzy and in a way I don't like.
Croshaw: Of course. Have you encountered anyone you believe to be in an executive position in the Greater Foundation?
SCP-4730-3 looks down in silence for another ten seconds.
SCP-4730-3: Not that I can recall. Only people I remember are D-class, Scribes, and other MTF members.
Croshaw: Site commanders, overseers, ethics committees, administrators. Any of those words ring a bell?
SCP-4730-3: Nope. None.
Croshaw: Who do you receive orders from then?
SCP-4730-3: We get them over the Foundation relay system. Lists of universes, required MTFs, expected anomalies to encounter, and where to take them.
Croshaw: Have you gotten any sense of an overarching… purpose behind these orders?
SCP-4730-3: Just extract, exploit, and expand. Take care of the nasties, make way for the crosses, and proceed to the next reality.
Croshaw: Have you ever seen one of these crosses up close?
SCP-4730-3: No, the Scribes say they are fully automated.
Croshaw: Where do they come from? Are they manufactured on site?
SCP-4730-3 appears distraught at the question. Their hands shake as they remain quiet for five seconds.
SCP-4730-3: They… they just ARE. You know? The crosses just appear on the horizon one morning and people start to leave the reality. That's about the same time the we start moving the nasties in.
Croshaw: Can you estimate how many realities have undergone such an exodus?
SCP-4730-3: I have no idea. I've lost count of the universes with crosses. I can't even tell you the last time I saw one without them, well, except the ones like yours. That will change soon enough, though.
Croshaw: Let's move on. I thank you for your cooperation thus far. I must admit, I was expecting to have to use more… forceful means to collect this information.
SCP-4730-3: Nothing I can tell you can help you. Nothing anyone can tell you can help you. We are a god compared to a single reality like yours, a hungering, righteous deity. Our organization will run through yours and nothing but crosses and storms will remain. No light, no hope, unless you join us. I'm saving myself unnecessary pain by cooperating with you. You should consider the pain you could save your world by cooperating with us.
Croshaw: Are there any anomalies that your organization takes a particular interest in?
SCP-4730-3: Yeah, deities. You know, gods. Both big and little G.
Croshaw: How does your organization contain gods?
SCP-4730-3: Oh many different ways. Mind games being a big one. I'm only trained in containing lesser spirits and gods, though. Village deities, idols, fetishes, and the like.
Croshaw: Are you familiar with how they contain more powerful deities?
SCP-4730-3: Nope, only where they go for final containment.
Croshaw: And where is that?
SCP-4730-3: Nowhere.
Croshaw: What do you mean by "nowhere"?
SCP-4730-3: Well, a scribe would be better able to explain it. From what I remember from my training, we classify something a universe if it is at least broadly familiar to our own. Has to have mass, energy, time, space, information, things like that. When we find a place that doesn't, we just label it "nowhere".
Croshaw: And they just stay in there?
SCP-4730-3: I mean, a god has yet to ever pop back out from my memory.
Croshaw: With what frequency do you encounter "nowhere"?
SCP-4730-3: Back when I was a recruit in… well it was some time ago, we were lucky to find one or two instances a year. Last month we encountered twelve.
Croshaw: So the frequency has been increasing? Has your organization noticed any correlation or trend to this?
SCP-4730-3: Look, friend, I'm just the person they shove a gun to and tell to go round up monsters. If I was the kind of person that would have that information, I wouldn't be the kind of person you could capture. Our scribes are kept really safe.
Croshaw: Has your incursions into other universes increased by a similar rate during that same period of time? Do you believe the appearance of the crosses has anything to do with the increased encounters with "nowhere"?
SCP-4730-3 glares at Dr. Croshaw in silence for a full 30 seconds.
SCP-4730-3: I don't like what you are implying, native.
Croshaw: My apologies but if you could answer for the record it-
SCP-4730-3: Interrupting. Next. Question.
Croshaw: Has your organization ever encountered something it cannot contain?
SCP-4730-3 scoffs at the question.
SCP-4730-3: No, that's just silly.
Croshaw: Elaborate.
SCP-4730-3: We've seen it all. Contained it all. If there was something out there strong enough to resist us, it would have destroyed us by now. No, just infinite universes filled with things we've encountered before.
Croshaw: And nowhere.
SCP-4730-3: Yeah, and nowhere.
[END LOG]
Incident 4730-B Video Log Transcript
Date: 05/09/2021
Subject: Report from surveillance drone sent into SCP-4730-2 during Incident 4730-A
Note: Report was received by radio signal following a SCP-4730 activation 10 months after initial contact. Server logs indicate that the signal came from SCP-4730-1. Video remains clear despite the theorized distance between the Type-4 autonomous stealth surveillance drone and the portal entrance.
[BEGIN LOG]
Video opens to show Researcher Mochizuka staring into the camera. Mochizuka is completely shaven and covered in signs of physical trauma. Injuries include multiple burn marks (both recent and healed), facial and limb disfigurements suggesting blunt force trauma, and several scars appearing to be made by laceration.
Mochizuka: Ha! I knew it was one of ours! Hey Cheng! Come take a look! Told you it was worth the broken finger!
A figure dressed in a vest reminiscent of a lab coat with a Site-70 insignia on the front steps into frame. Facial recognition confirms the individual to be Researcher Cheng of Site-70. To date, Researcher Cheng has yet to be captured by a SCP-4730-3 instance.
Cheng: I keep telling you, I don't think we are from the same place. Looks just like the ones the MTFs of my universe use, though. It still on?
Mochizuka: Lights are still blinking and it was crawling right towards me before Eric's gang smashed it, goddamn barbarians. It's going to be alright, little buddy. You noticed my transponder, didn't you?
Cheng: We should take it away from the window. The Malidra's tend to get a bit… jumpy around Foundation tech.
Male Voice Off-Screen: ASSEMBLE DEAR FLOCK! I'VE RECEIVED A REPORT OF VISCERA FROM SATAN'S CORPSE INTRUDING UPON THE LORD'S HOME! LET US PRAY TO HE WHO TRAVELS THE PATH OF UNENDING GOLGOTHA4!
Cheng: Come on! Eric's rounding up his zealots!
Mochizuka turns the camera towards the cell block's window. A male figure is giving what appears to be a sermon through a makeshift megaphone in front of large painting made on the glass. Painted figure is a multi-armed, multi-handed humanoid with a large, disc-shaped head and surrounded by multiple runes painted to look as though they are aflame. The image sits cross-legged above the words "SATAN IS SLAIN. CREATION IS HIS." surrounded by makeshift scaffolding made from bed frames, clothing, and plastic bowls and plates bound together by dried human feces.
Men kneeling before the image engage in self flagellation with improvised flogging implements. Women dressed as nuns with re-tailored lab coats collect the produced blood in plastic bowls and bring it up to the window. Lightning flashes to show a cross-shaped mining structure approximately one kilometer away. The structure's size makes it dominate the view from the window and the mural is juxtaposed to appear as though it hangs from the center of the cross. Video feed pans back to Mochizuka's face.
Mochizuka: If this thing made its way here then maybe, just maybe, the Foundation is on its way to save us.
Cheng: Sighing I told you, Mochi, the only chance your friends are going to make it here is the same way you and I did.
Mochizuka: You've just lost hope.
Cheng: Three years of sitting in this room and sleeping to the sounds of Eric screeching about bathing in the blood of infinite martyrs will do that to you. Besides, I think anything resembling hope left this world long ago, only its absence remains.
Mochizuka: I have to keep my hope, Cheng. It is the only thing keeping me together.
Mochizuka focuses on the surveillance drone's camera and takes a deep breath.
Mochizuka: Item: SCP-4730. Object Class: Keter, to make the greatest understatement in the multiverse. Special Containment Procedures: I have no clue. Nuke every level 4 security door? They would likely just switch to a different door type if you did. Description: SCP-4730 is whatever happened to open that portal to this hellscape. Entities in charge here claim to work for a Greater Foundation and have seemingly endless natural and anomalous resources. Interviews conducted with other humans taken prisoner here indicates that this Greater Foundation operates across thousands of universes…
Eric: WE DO NOT SPEAK THE DEVIL'S LANGUAGE IN THE LORD'S HOUSE, HARLOT!
Mochizuka: Shouting Have your freak-god use one of its many arms to shove your dogma straight up your ass, Eric! Or better yet, how about it gets its lanky ass down here from on-high and save us? Oh, what's that? I'm not hearing any angelic choirs?
Camera feed rises from the ground and pans around to show a crowd of 14 individuals clothed in bloodied hooded robes fashioned from lab coats approach. The group is 15 meters away when a flash-bang grenade drops between them and explodes. Light and sound fills the video feed for a second and a half followed by shouting from the catwalks above.
SCP-4730-3: Rioting is punished by termination, Natives! This is your only warning.
The approaching group retreats back to the mural and starts chanting in an unknown language with their hands held to the sky. The figure identified as Eric uses the previously collected blood to touch up the painting on the window with a brush made of human hair. The congregation's hands move to repeat various patterns and a surge of static comes over the feed until the camera is turned away from the group.
Mochizuka: I'm still trying to figure out what their ultimate objective is, but the handful of what I assume are their researchers I've seen take a lot of interest in those symbols Eric's cult makes. I tried to make some drawings of their motions but my memory gets fuzzy when I do. I also know they want to contain everything we do in our universe and more. They'll go to quite the extent to extract the information they need.
Mochizuka lowers her head to reveal a circular incision around the top of her scalp that looks to have been reattached with surgical suturing.
Mochizuka: Doing what we do across our one world is resource intensive, the requirements of taking the task to multiple Earths is… immeasurable. I've heard the guard refer to this place as a "containment reality" so I don't think they call this place home and I know they don't treat it like one. I don't know what we can do to stop them from turning our Earth into some place like this. They seem to be able to pop up through any door in our facilities that they want from what the researchers from other universes have told me. We think it is a bit of a blind process for them, though. I don't know what you can use from that but you have to stop them. This is the fate that awaits us if we don't. An Earth, crucified.
Feed is pointed back towards the window. Eric is lashed to and hoisted up on a metal cross atop the scaffolding in front of the painting. Attendants hammer spikes through Eric's hands and feet as he performs symbols. Static in the feed increases as he performs more complex, glyph-like patterns. The congregation chant a list of transgressions they claim to have committed as Eric's blood is collected.
Cheng: You're going to run out its battery. I'll hide it away inside the latrine for now.
Mochizuka: Good thinking, Cheng. I have it set up to passively scan for a signal from Site-70. It will need some juice to broadcast the log.
Feed turns back to Mochizuka.
Mochizuka: Whenever Site-70 ends up getting this, I hope it helps. That's all I have left in here, after all.
[END LOG]
Login to record security clearance and access location information
O5 CREDENTIALS RECOGNIZED, PLAYING FINAL CONTAINMENT MEETING LOG
Date: 05/10/2021
Subject: Finalizing containment procedures for SCP-4730
Stationed Nu-7 Commander: Cpt. Stephan Pelterie
Site-70 Director: Dr. Alfons Croshaw
Voting Attendees: O5-01, O5-02, O5-04, O5-06, O5-07, O5-08, O5-10, O5-11, and O5-12
[BEGIN LOG]
Croshaw: Welcome, I apologize for the odd hour I contact many of you at.
O5-04: You better damn be, I do NOT enjoy being woken up by a guard ordering me to my computer with no clue as to why.
O5-07: Is it Tuesday already?
O5-02: Very funny, Seven. Let's get on to business so I can vote on whatever clusterfuck we have before us and sleep.
Pelterie: Please ensure your headset is connected and your attending guard cannot hear you.
O5-11: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]
O5-07: Hope you had SCRAMBLE on over there in Site-70, gentlemen.
Croshaw: Working perfectly.
O5-06: Sighs I guess I'm getting amnestics then, what's one more imageless nightmare?
O5-04: Let's get this show on the road. What is with the middle of the night emergency call, Croshaw?
Croshaw: I'm forwarding to you our latest recovered footage concerning SCP-4730-2. I think you will find the imagery… familiar if you've read the reports collected by Tau-5 back in 2017.
20 seconds of silence pass.
O5-10: You shouldn't have access to that information, Croshaw.
Croshaw: This won't be the first time unauthorized access has helped us.
O5-04: Don't try your luck. This video is going to determine the level of your demotion.
Pelterie: With all acknowledgement of Director Croshaw's… eccentricities, he has a point. Our containment plan works best the fewest of us made privy to it. We cannot let 4730-2 adapt to these containment procedures.
05-02: And what about you two? You are both classified clearance level 4.
Croshaw: I relinquish my security clearance.
O5-08: You're going to have to elaborate.
Pelterie: Both Dr. Croshaw and myself have relinquished our security cards to armed teams that will open doors for us. In the event we are captured and brought through SCP-4730-1, a surgically implanted explosive charge in my and Dr. Croshaw's heads will detonate. Subsequent Nu-7 and Site-70 Commanders are to be shown this video log and be implanted with the aforementioned explosive implant.
O5-04: Ok, we get it. They can't know about this. Spell it out and let's vote.
Croshaw: How do you contain an organization that can appear in any of our facilities and has contained potentially countless numbers of our anomalies? An organization that has pillaged equally countless Earths to fund this endeavor? You make them think they are appearing right where they want to be and give them all the reason for caution we can.
05-02: Croshaw, I'm looking at this list of containment transfer requests. You can't be serious? We just transferred out 90% of Site-70's containment catalog and you want to replace them with these?
Pelterie: Implanted under each of those fully appropriately staffed containment facilities is a miniaturized nuclear warhead. Under every level 4 or higher security door is a 80 kg satchel of high explosives.
O5-07: And what do we do after a weasel goes pop?
Croshaw: We rebuild the facility, if we can. Treat it really sacred. If it is completely past recovery? Put a guard on ever other facility's security doors until we re-encounter. Then wash, rinse, and repent.
O5-11: You're not actually asking us to transfer these entities, are you two?
Pelterie: No Ma'am.
O5-02: You're asking us to sacrifice lives every day on containing empty space?
Pelterie: That is correct.
O5-08: This won't hold them forever, Croshaw.
Croshaw: Of course not. It just has to hold them long enough. You've seen my notes on the phenomenon they call "Nowhere", correct?
O5-04: We have. We also don't like to form containment procedures on hypotheses.
Croshaw: We have in the past.
O5-02: With mixed results and to the most dire of circumstances, yes.
Pelterie: Overseers, if anything would qualify as "dire" I would hope this would be it. I don't like the idea of holding a potentially indefinite defensive campaign either but this is the only hope we have.
Croshaw: We don't have the power to fight this kind of force as equals. We do, however, know forces that can. It is just a matter of time before they encounter one, if they haven't already. If even one leak occurs in this plan, there goes their caution and our time. Until then, I will do whatever it takes to prevent a cross from going up on our Earth.
O5-04: What actually is contained at Site-70?
Croshaw: SCP-4730, Overseers. SCP-4730 is contained at Site-70.
[END LOG]
[Displaying O5 Voting Record]
Yays: O5-01, O5-04, O5-06, O5-07, O5-10, O5-12
Nays: O5-02, O5-08, O5-11
