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 HALO 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 Mohole 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]