 Addendum 1730.10 Extraction Mission Debriefing Report Mission Debrief Interview Date ██████ Interviewee Captain Ephron Ross Mobile Task Force Apollo 3 Game Wardens Team Lead Interviewer Dr. Peter Vincent Mission Debrief SCP-1730 Extraction Subject SCP-1730 Note, the following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Records Administrator at Site-17. Begin Log Please state your name for the transcript. Captain Ephron Ross Mobile Task Force Apollo 3 Game Wardens Thank you Captain Ross. Alright, let's see. Your team was directed to infiltrate SCP-1730 and search for the source of the radio signal we were receiving. Is that correct? It is. Tell me about your initial incursion. You've listened to the logs? I haven't myself, no. They're still being processed. It wasn't good in there. Just so I can tell, wherever Site-13 came from, they were using it as a sort of end-of-the-line processing facility. Every so often we'd see placards up on these containment cells about how certain things were due for termination. Judging by what the Sam Sera team saw, that was about the case. They were bringing in anomalies, doing some invasive investigations to them, and then destroying them. What sort of anomalies were being housed there, could you tell? I mean, shit, it was really hard to tell. Somewhere along the line the power had gone out and it had gone all Jurassic Park in there. Of just what we encountered, there was some kind of encroaching blackness that fucked up Houston's legs, and have you seen Houston? Is he alright? He's been looked at by medical right now. They're going to bring him over here soon. I think he's probably alright. That's good. Yeah, I mean, better than that, there was also this thing. I don't know if it was a person or not, but it's sort of bent space around it in Noah. It's okay, we can… No, this needs to be done. We took some losses on all the teams. It was bad. Based on what we saw at the end, it could have gotten a lot worse too. At the end? You didn't see it? No, you haven't seen the video. They had these cells down below the site. They must have been the sides of a football stadium each. Paulus had them open a few up so we could make our retreat and the things inside. One of them looked at me like I might look at an ant. It was like a god, and they had them in boxes. I counted 20 of those cells, but that chamber went on a lot further past what I could see. What were they keeping in those? How were they keeping them in there? End log. Mission Debrief Interview. Date. ████████. Interview E. Agent Liam O'Halo Mobile Task Force Apollo 3 Game Wardens Interviewer Dr. Peter Vincent Mission Debrief, SCP-1730 Extraction Subject SCP-1730 Notes The following is the audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. With a full file, please contact the Information Records Administrator at Site-17. Begin log. Alright, if you could, please state your name for the official transcript. Silence. Agent O'Halo? Silence. Is there something? We should have died in there. This isn't real. This isn't real. We were supposed to die in there. Agent, we really had to file this report. If you could just cooperate with me for a moment so I can get your official testimony. We have counselors on site who you can speak to afterwards. Silence. O'Halo. Silence. End log. Mission Debrief Interview Date ████████ Interviewee Arantu Mobile Task Force TAL-5 Sim Serial Team Lead Interviewer Dr. Isha St. Clair Mission Debrief SCP-1730 Extraction Subject SCP-1730 Notes The following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by a member of the Mobile Task Force TAL-5 research team regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information Records Administrator at Site-17. Begin log. State your name for the record, please. I am Arantu, Lead of Mobile Task Force TAL-5 Sim Serial. In your own words, please describe the events that took place while you were within SCP-1730. Of course. The TAL-5 team inserted into SCP-1730 and began to move towards the source of the broadcast. Enry was able to track the location of the survivors and plotted a course towards them that would expose us to the fewest spatial hazards possible. Several times our course had to be adjusted due to unforeseen obstacles, but nothing that we were not able to overcome. Shortly after rendezvous with Captain Hollis and the survivors, our extraction efforts led us through the section of the facility containing the Thresher Machine, which we believe is what resulted in SCP-1730's existence within our universe. Shortly thereafter, during our retreat, I was terminated. I see. As for Agent Moro's Vigo and the others, they were also terminated. Terminated? Expired. Succumbed to their injuries. I know what it means to run to, I just can't help but feel as if you feel good about this. I feel neither good nor bad, only satisfied at the outcome. What? Our extraction mission was a success, with minimal loss of life. Our team was able to infiltrate an extremely hazardous and volatile spatial anomaly and extract several high-value persons of interest. Silence. I do not know what else you would like me to say. We were exposed to a number of dangerous anomalies and were able to successfully carry out our mission. There were regrettable losses of capable and experienced personnel, but not outside of our margin of error. On the contrary, our team performed better than our preliminary models predicted. I see. Thank you, Errantu. I will be sure to include your remarks in the report. You're a welcome. As is required by Cooperative Mission Protocol, I would like the opportunity to debrief with Zeta-9 Captain Hollis. Captain Hollis was killed within SCP-1730. Silence. Errantu? Regrettable. Captain Hollis expressed great resilience in the face of near-certain failure. As protocol dictates, I will follow my report instead with Captain Hollis' assigned Site Administrator's Office. Thank you for your time, Doctor. End log. Medical Examination Interview Date ████ Interview E. Agent Cotter Houston Mobile Task Force Apollo 3 Game Wardens Interviewer Dr. Ian Harris Mission Debrief SCP-1730 extraction Subject Agent Cotter Houston Notes, the following is the audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the information of Record Administrator at Site-17. Begin log. Alright, first off I need your name for our logs. Sure, I'm Cotter Houston, member of the Apollo 3 team. Good, good. Now Agent Houston, describe to me your affliction here as much as you can. Well, I'm sure it's pretty clear, but I don't seem to have a… shins anymore. There's a… there's a line where the thing that covered them up came up to, and you can sort of… sort of see the inside of the leg there, like it's been replaced with a flat piece of glass or something. But I can still, you know, I can still walk. It doesn't really feel like I'm missing anything down there. It just looks like it. And you can… yeah, you can sort of run your hand through where they should be, obviously, because they're not there, but… but I don't feel that either, so… yeah. I see. What can you tell me about this material you said you stepped in? Fell in, actually. A rat or a tripped, and that sort of just kept coming. It was… shit. We opened a door, and it looked like there wasn't anything on the other side of it. Then it started to like… it started to rise through the door and up the stairwell. You ever played video games? It was like… some sort of graphical glitch. It wasn't rising fast or anything, just steady. We eventually got to a door, but that was after I fell and then this. Can you tell me anything about the initial sensation? Initial sensation. Did it hurt? Oh no, I mean, I didn't realize what was happening at first. Everybody else was panicking, and then I looked down and saw that they were gone, and I started panicking. But I mean, obviously I was alright. It never hurt. No. It was normal. Well, not normal. It's obviously weird. My legs are missing, and I think I might be in shock, but every now and then I can sort of feel something sort of… brushed past them. Brushed past them. Yeah, I mean, the parts that are missing down there, I thought I was imagining at first like… guys who have phantom pain. But it's, I mean, I can actually feel my legs, so I don't think it's that. It's like there's something sort of furry and kind of wet that just barely brushes past them. Who knows? The information contained is filed unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information and Record Administrator at Site-17. Begin log. When did you lose track of Captain Hollis? In the chaos of our retreat, Captain Hollis was separated from us. I don't know when. Munru, your camera was undamaged. We know you spoke to her before she left. Damn. I'm not very good at that. Why didn't you keep her from leaving your group? I only knew Captain Hollis for a handful of hours, but in that time she proved to be an experienced and capable agent. I assumed that any decisions she would make in regards to her own personal behavior would be made with her experiences in training in mind, both of which exceeded my own. Additionally, she outranked me. Your mission parameters forbade you from allowing other team members from putting themselves in harm's way and required that you do everything you could to mitigate loss of life. How do you reconcile your actions with those requirements? Simply speaking, nothing I did allowed Captain Hollis to put herself in any danger. I could not foresee the outcome of her actions and use my best judgment to justify my own. For all I knew, she could have been moving to a safer location. Away from the group? It would be illogical to assume that an agent with her level of experience would purposely endanger themselves in an unpredictable situation. And you believe your justification are an acceptable interpretation of your mission protocols? Of course. Very well. When you return to holding, you will be meeting with Aron to discuss this. I hope your arguments hold up. As do I. End log. Mission debrief interview, date ██████ Interviewer, Dr. Darien Arnold, Interviewee, Enru, Mobile Task Force, TAL-5, Sam Sera Mission debrief, SCP-1730 extraction, Subject, SCP-1730 Notes, the following is the audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by a member of the Mobile Task Force TAL-5 research team regarding SCP-1730. The information contained in this file is unconfirmed and under further review. For the full file, please contact the Information Record Administrator at Site-17. Begin log. Why did you pursue Captain Hollis? I believed I understood Captain Hollis' intentions before she left the group, based on her discussions with the team leads before we begin our extraction. I feared that she might not have been capable of returning along our previous course without my assistance. Your recording equipment went dark for a long period before becoming active again in the Thresher area. What happened during that time? Silence. Enru, I am going to need an answer. I disabled the equipment. There was a room we passed through that was different than it had been before. It was a server room above the Olympia containment cells. I do not know how our path ended there. I had not attended it to. It was a mistake. When we entered, it was on the room it had been, but… what do you mean? I am sorry. It is difficult to describe. When we entered the door, I could see the servers around me, but superimposed over them was. We were standing in a precipice, overlooking an area the size of which I cannot estimate. Below us were humans, screaming, their arms ending at the wrist, crying to the silent sky for restitution, and then the sky burned. It was like a star had fallen, and I had to look away. Hollis could not. When I turned back, I could see scorched corpses on the ground, billions of them, but billions of other living beings who came rushing towards the fallen star, with their arms outstretched, and hanging in that star like a twisted marionette was. At Site-13, they called it Mala Dromogion. In this place, they called it another name, a hateful name. Why did you disable your recording equipment? When I first encountered this entity, it created anomalous memetic and cognitive hazards powerful enough to burn the scramble units out of my eyes. I did not know what it would have done to anyone who was not otherwise protected. What did it do to you? It showed us things, visions, coils of fire and a sky made light with a storm of souls, a hole at the center of the universe that screamed at me, a god of nightmares, something long and lean, slowly walking between endless roads of crucifixions, and then it showed something to Hollis that I did not see. When it did, the runes across its head began to burn in pulse, and a man who was strapped there began to blister and fester. When it was done, I saw an ocean behind it, and a blue sky, our sky. It turned towards the ocean and sank into it. When it was gone, the visions faded, and the room was empty. I see, after that. Hollis ran. I followed her. She said nothing until we reached the machine. She told me that she had been there, alone, for some time. She said she knew how to turn it on. She said that she did not know where she would go, but that she needed to take the things she saw and bury them in the darkness. Before she could start the machine, the creature from the containment cells came into that chamber, and I was terminated. Did Captain Hollis say anything to you before you died? No, she only laughed and wept. Mission Debrief Interview Date ██████ Reviewer Dr. William Westerland Interview E Dr. Mohamed Scott, Site-13 Assistant Director of Temporal Studies Mission Debrief, SCP-1730 Extraction Subject, SCP-1730 Notes, the following is an audio transcript excerpt of an interview conducted by Provisional Site-23 personnel regarding SCP-1730. The information contained is filed with unconfirmed on a photo review, where the full file please contact the Information Records Administrator at Site-17. Begin log. Please state your name for the record. My name is Dr. Mohamed Scott. You seem to be a little out of place, Dr. Scott. Heh, only a little. Our two timelines were not so different, I think. Except for the one thing. Yes, there is that. Tell me about Site-13. Site-13, do you want the brief version or… as thorough as you can be? Very well. Originally, there were plans to build a large containment facility in the American Midwest, but that was before… let me back up. In 1964, the Foundation discovered a massive dead sea creature washed up on the shore near the Indian-Begladeshi border. No facility in the region had the kind of infrastructure it took to hold the body of the entity, let alone study it. So several ships were dispatched and it was dragged with the ocean back towards the United States. Prior to this, the plan was to build Site-19 in the American Midwest, but afterwards it was decided there was no way to conceal a creature this size and shell it across the U.S. mainland. So after some deliberation, the Site-19 plan was scrapped and the focus was given to another facility near Noam, Alaska. That was Site-13. Even in the beginning, it was massive, considerably larger than any other site the Foundation managed, and it quickly became our premier containment facility. It was remote, fortified, and best of all, easily concealed in the snow and ice. After the Soviet Union collapsed in 1985, we learned that it did not even know Site-13 existed, let alone where it was. I see. When did you join the Foundation, Dr. Scott? Oh, in 1976. I joined straight out of university, recruited by one of the administrators at my school. That was back when we were still independent. I worked at Site-22 in Bermuda. The best job I ever had. It was a much different Foundation. Tell me about what happened to the Foundation. Site-13 was very expensive to operate, and there were some financial difficulties. In 1994, a Marxist extremist from the Ukraine detonated a bomb in the basement of the Manchester Financial Tower in Chicago. A fire started at the base of the building, and eventually the tower collapsed at its base and fell over on its side. Thousands died. The United States government was enraged at the Foundation after it was discovered that the extremist in question had used an anomaly to enter the basement and get past security. Thought that the billions of dollars that the United States were funneling to the Foundation were being wasted. After the 1996 election, President Dole decided to cut all funding for Foundation sites in the States. All available funding went to keeping those sites afloat, and with the way to Site-13, the situation was dire. So what happened? A compromise, a former Dole staffer named Paul Manafort was appointed as the Secretary General of the Global Occult Coalition and came to us with a solution. We grouped our resources with the coalitions, combining our efforts to protect normalcy under their leadership. We would keep our name in our sites, but the records would be appointed by the UN Security Council. We would once again receive funding from the United States, as well as that generated by the United Nations, and would be able to keep the lights on. But the Overseer Council refused. They hunkered down an Overwatch command and refused to bend the knee. Then a few years later, a site in Portland, Oregon collapsed due to crumbling infrastructure, and a creature we called the Dreamwell was spotted floating down the California coast. This was very early internet days, but it did not stop film cameras and it was a disaster. The Overseers mobilized all of our task forces in the area, but we didn't even have the money for the amnestics. In a day it would be over San Francisco, and that would basically be the end of it. Then we got an internet email that the Overseer Council had been disbanded and that the Foundation was now under the operation of the GOC. Secretary General Manafort and the Security Council established a new Board of Directors overnight, and before the sun rose the Dreamwell recontained and every loose end was tied up. Nobody resisted the change in leadership? Why would we? We suddenly had money. We were suddenly no longer having the sign between taking notes in the back of our hands or not taking them at all. Secretary General Manafort installed a new Foundation Administrator, Vice President Jack Kemp, but he was little more than a figurehead. New directors were appointed, most of them from our own site staffs, so it looked good honestly. We were finally able to carry out our mission to its fullest. We had technology, we had personnel, it was wonderful. And then we started to hear about people being reassigned, anomalies being shipped off site and never returning. You would hear people talk about, oh so and so is in trouble now, they are going to be sent to Site-13. I thought most of it was just talk, and then I was reassigned in 2003. What was it like? Cold. Site-13 was immense and the light stayed on, but that facility was always cold. They were always working on the site, more and more construction on the ground, and they kept leaving exterior doors open. At first it wasn't so bad, I was able to keep doing my research and I had more funding than ever. Temporal spatial studies you know. The director then was Jack Bright, one of the old doctors from back in the day, very charismatic. The staff loved him, he had a medallion he wore, some anomaly from way back that made him immortal, so long as he had it on, he wouldn't age. Anyway, things were great for a few years, then one day another popular doctor is found dead in her office, Cynthia Light. The story we all get is that Bright had fancied her, but when he found out she was with another man, he went and killed her in a fit of passion. Bright is similarly locked up, and Elliot Emerson is installed as the director of Site-13. He… What's that? Emerson was on one of Bright's research teams when he was assigned to Site-15. He wasn't a popular doctor, but he was a good administrator and helped make sure that the important projects stayed afloat during the financial crisis. He was on the short list of people to become the director of Site-13 at the reorganization, but Bright got picked over him. Some people said he felt slighted. A lot of people said he framed Bright. I think Manafort didn't like Bright's anti-coalition sentiments, had him made out to be some dangerous anomaly that had to be contained, then put Emerson up because nobody would complain about Emerson. He was very middle of the road, didn't stand out much. Elliot ended up doing some terrible things, but I truly believe he was only doing them because Manafort demanded it. What kind of terrible things? I didn't see much until years later, but we always heard about things happening deeper below the site. They were building all the new containment cells and research facilities. Then they built the incinerator. Originally it was made so they could dispose of the body of that sea monster from before, but then they just started using it for… everything. At first they were doing some invasive testing on anomalous animals, then on humans, then the vivis sections began. The Ethics Committee tried to step in, but they were removed. They dragged the old chairman, Jeremiah Sumerian, out into the commons at Site-17 and shot him in the head for being a traitor. Peter Greenwald became the new Foundation GOC Ethics Head, and of course all the new tests were approved. I don't know what they were testing for, but if you were anomalous and you weren't found a habit, you went into the body pit. We kept hearing, it's for the greater good, it's for the protection of mankind. What were we supposed to do? Speak out, end up like Sumerian? Maybe for a braver man, but I knew the work I was doing was good so I kept my head down and carried on. Then well… It sounds silly now, in 2010 we contained God. Not just any God either, the Abrahamic God, the actual Thunder and Lightning Y-H-W-H Fire and Brimstone God. I don't know how they managed it, some technology developed by the Coalition I'm sure, and now it's just the first. They filled Site-13 to the brim with everything they could get their hands on. Well, that is a lot. I guess the only other question I have immediately is, what happened to Site-13? Vera Hadley, Doctor of Internal Medicine from some site in Italy. For a few years, she was the site's Chief Biologist. The Security Council made her the Assistant Director of Anomalous Biology, at the same time I was promoted to the same position for temporal studies. She and Elliot had been… together, and she pretty adamantly opposed everything he was making us do. Elliot kept his tail between his legs, but Manafort wouldn't have it. He had her stripped of her position after just three months, and demoted to junior researcher after that. One night they're staging some kind of demonstration, some guards showed up and, well, they stripped her naked and inspected her for contraband, right in the middle of the main corridor. When they were done and satisfied, they nearly beat her to death and left her there. Myself and a few other doctors took her to the medical center and she recovered, but she never really recovered. Something inside her had died, or been replaced with something else. She did something, hatched some scheme. She sent me an email about it the night before she did it, but I didn't pay any attention. When it happened, and when that thing attacked the site, Emerson came and begged me to turn on the Thresher. It was supposed to be an absolutely last-ditch effort to protect the world. A wholly untested piece of technology that was just as likely to have burned the world and saved it. Its entire existence was a result of a joke. One day I might have taken too seriously at the time, but either way, I refused, told him the risk was too great, that even if it worked, we were just creating a problem for another world. But he was inconsolable. He told me that staying and facing Secretary General would be a fate worse than death. He pulled a gun on me, demanded I do it. I fled, went to gather my team in the hopes that we could escape, but before we could even leave our lab, it happened. It… Are you alright? Yes. The Thresher was a complicated machine. I guess I should count myself lucky that we survived it all, but we may very well have been in that strange place between worlds for a thousand years. When we awoke, we were still in Site-13, but the cells were thrown open and the inmates were loose. If he had not come down for us, we would have died. I am certain of this. Do you know where Site-13 is gone? There is no way to predict it. Chances are it would be a place like this, but then it may not. It could be any number of strange and unknown worlds. You knew someone who was left within. I do. As do I. We were not the only survivors, though there were not many of us. They… Well… They did not fare as well as we did. It is a tragedy, but there is nothing that can be done now. I can only hope. Maybe. I hope that after all this, Emerson has found some peace. He truly was a great doctor, and he was my friend. I… Of course. Thank you for your time, Dr. Scott. We'll speak again soon. End log.