Foreword: SCP-293-DE, together with approximately twenty additional ships, is approaching Phoebe; the squadron also includes two larger blade-shaped ships, presumably carrying heavy artillery. All conversations were translated from ortothan.
<Begin Log>
Except for two instances, all crew members are situated on the bridge. SCP-293-DE-J and -K are manning the objects weaponry in separate rooms.
SCP-293-DE-A: Okay guys, the base should be visible any second now. Tramana, something new from the [leader/captain]?
SCP-293-DE-F: No, orders have not changed, [director/helmsman/conductor]
SCP-293-DE-A: Fine. Jok, anything on the radar?
SCP-293-DE-B: Uh, wait a second. Hm, no, the base is completely silent. But, in some places, the environment emits unusually high amounts of heat. As if hotspots are running nearby. But that doesn't make sense, here are no volcanoes.
SCP-293-DE-D: Why did they build the outpost in this cratered desert in the first place?
SCP-293-DE-H: The moon's gravity was crucial, and the fact that there is something else than ice, on which you can build. The base itself is build into a mountain that cannot be penetrated by meteorite impacts.
SCP-293-DE-B: Someone seems to have miscalculated, as it looks. There is heat beneath the base.
SCP-293-DE-I: Maybe the base was flooded with lava.
SCP-293-DE-B: How though? There is no magma here, it's way too cold. The base is right in front of us, we should see it in a second.
Through the window, a cliff wall comes into view, in which windows have been built. A circular, artificial hole measuring 120 m in diameter gapes in it, and appears to run through the whole mountain.
SCP-293-DE-D: [Untranslatable ortothanian curse]
SCP-293-DE-A: Jok, any life signs?
SCP-293-DE-B: Nothing, [director/helmsman/conductor], the whole base is dead, and almost all rooms devoid of air. If they have Gymedes, we may still be able to save them, these guys must have gone into vacuum topor.
SCP-293-DE-F: [Director/Helmsman/Conductor], the [leader/captain] orders us to halt. Apparently, movement has been registered in the ruins. He attempts to radio.
SCP-293-DE-A: Connect us with the command, I want to hear what's going on there.
SCP-293-DE-F: Very well.
[Leader/Captain]: This is [leader/captain] Ulumu from the Fekomatar, can anybody hear me? Hello?
This message is repeated for a few minutes, until an extremely deep voice suddenly answers. Speakers have to be adapted to capture the whole spectrum of what is being said. The answer is unintelligible, and contains sounds unable to be mimicked by any terrestrial life form.
SCP-293-DE-A: What is that? Taramana, is that language?
SCP-293-DE-F: Comparing with database, [leader/helmsman/conductor], it is… Oh…
SCP-293-DE-A: What's the matter, do we not know these sounds?
SCP-293-DE-F: Uh, we do, [leader/helmsman/conductor], a Fakuva is speaking, but the dialect is several million years old…
SCP-293-DE-A: What?
SCP-293-DE-F: Translation in progress. Sending data to main ship.
Unknown contact: - won't repeat myself again. Leave this system. You are not welcome here.
[Leader/Captain]: Excuse me, we just started to understand your language. Who is speaking?
Unknown contact: [Unknown sound, presumed to be equivalent of a sigh] This is Fafa Kukuva, [gorvernor/commander] of the Beneathers of Vafaha and its surrounding moons. Leave this solar system immediately. Your kind is not welcome here.
[Leader/Captain]: Have you destroyed our base?
Fafa Kukuva: This was an act of revenge. Your construction works have caved in some of our catacombs. To be exact, four thousand two hundred and twenty women, men, and children of my nation were killed in the process.
SCP-293-DE-E: Ouh…
[Leader/Captain]: We are very sorry for your loss, but we didn't know you live here. To be honest, we were of the opinion that your people has gone extinct. The Fakuva that managed to reach us tell legends of your civilization's demise. But still, we can't just leave. This solar system is part of the Church of the Second Hytoth. The Earth, in particular, falls under our protection.
Fafa Kukuva: We have read your database. Your involvement with the [unknown word; the translation software shows "corpse planet" as an approximation] and the values of your church and the Ortothan Coalition is known to us. We reject your values and moral concepts as inferior.
[Leader/Captain]: So, you want to hinder us from exercising our holy duties?
Fafa Kukuva: The likes of you are no longer welcomed in this system.
The transmission is interrupted.
SCP-293-DE-F: [Director/Helmsman/Conductor], we are to pull back. Order from the Fekomatar.
SCP-293-DE-A: Fine, Haman, follow the main ship.
SCP-293-DE-D: Aye, Sir.
The whole fleet begins to rise from Io, and takes course to Neptune. For approximately half an hour, nothing happens.
SCP-293-DE-F: [Director/Helmsman/Conductor], the other ships report approaching unknown vessels.
SCP-293-DE-A: Did they follow us from Saturn?
SCP-293-DE-B: No Sir, I also have them onscreen, they are approaching us from Neptune. I am comparing the ship's data…
SCP-293-DE-A: Are they trying to establish contact?
In this moment, a unit of the squadron gets hit by a laser weapon. The target's engines fail, and it begins to uncontrollably drift in space.
SCP-293-DE-A: "SHIELDS UP!
SCP-293-DE-I: Shields are up!
SCP-293-DE-E: I guess that was their communication.
A series of six approximately twenty meter long ships, seemingly made of black stone and colorful crystals, come into view.
SCP-293-DE-B: Oh, I got it. That's the ship design of the Beyonders, a Fakuva people.
SCP-293-DE-A: And why are they shooting at us?
SCP-293-DE-B: They are a bunch of profit sharks. I think they are space pirates!
SCP-293-DE-F: Order from the [leader/captain], we are to attack the enemy and break through.
SCP-293-DE-A: Alright, Bomar, Lantalanta, it's your turn, burn some nice holes into the hulls of these rock heads.
SCP-293-DE-J and -K: Aye.
An exchange of fire between the two squadrons with numerous weapon systems takes place. Laser based weapons are being blocked by shields on both sides, though, thaumarturgic projectiles of the ortothanic forces are able to ignore the Theianer's defenses, and initially destroy the hull of their targets, until they suddenly begin to deflagrate in the middle of airless space. Kinetic and plasma projectiles of the Theians cause damage on the shields of the ortothanian space ships, until they get pierced. Using huge energy weapons, the heavily armed ships of the reaction squadron manage to cause the most damage on the enemy fleet, but they don't manage to incapacitate the ships, even though the shields and hulls are partially penetrated. Meanwhile, the theianic ships can deplete the shields of several ships, and eliminate the vehicles.
SCP-293-DE-A: Haman, these things are too tough, get us out of here, they can't pursue all of us!
SCP-293-DE-D: I give it my everything, Sir!
SCP-293-DE breaks through the formation, and attempts to circumvent the attackers in a wide bow. The vessel sustains damage through singular blasts, but the theians are too occupied with the space battle to go into pursuit.
SCP-293-DE-A: Okay, we have to go at superluminal speed! Haman!
SCP-293-DE-D: One mo-
In front of SCP-293-DE, a spatial portal opens. Through it, a theianic battle ship flies with a length of around 2000 m.
SCP-293-DE-A: By Rakmou-lesan! Down! Down!
SCP-293-DE descends to prevent shattering at the ship. Due to its proximity to the vehicle, it appears to be located in its blind spot, as no fire is opened.
SCP-293-DE-A: Oja, Haman, Jok, is there any way we can get out of here?
SCP-293-DE-B: [Director/Helmsman/Conductor], we're stuck. The only reason the ship is not firing at us is because it can't aim its weapons at its own hull. As soon as we try to get away, they will take aim at us.
The ship fires with several heavy weapon systems of unknown mechanism at the squadron, and destroys all shields and ships. The smaller thejanic space ships begin to approach the wracks, and start to collect ejected escape capsules and leaking cargo goods.
SCP-293-DE-I: What do you think they are doing with our men?
SCP-293-DE-F: If you were to believe the legends of the Fakuva, they will either be executed or enslaved.
SCP-293-DE-A: We should avoid that, we have to inform the Coalition about this threat. Haman, can we go on superluminal speed from here?
SCP-293-DE-D: Sir, this thing flies with an [curvature/bow/distortion]-drive. I can start the drives, but due to the interference field created by the ship, we will come out somewhere within the radius of a few light years, provided we don't crash into something.
SCP-293-DE-A: If we stay here, we will most definitely die, Haman, please.
SCP-293-DE-D: Alright, hold on…
SCP-293-DE begins to shake intensively, before something in the environment suddenly changes. For a few seconds, the ship appears to fly in simple blackness, before the vessel finds itself on a collision course with the Earth's moon.
SCP-293-DE-D: Activate backdrive thrusters, this thing is too huge to dodge.
SCP-293-DE comes to a hold several kilometers above the lunar surface, and goes into its orbit.
SCP-293-DE-A: Where are we?
SCP-293-DE-B: It appears to be the Earth's satellite, Sir.
SCP-293-DE-A: Can we get home from here, Haman?
SCP-293-DE-D: Our engines are a bit damaged by the interference, we can repair that, but we should land. We won't even make it out of the Sol system in our condition.
SCP-293-DE-A: Fine. Approach the most uninhabited spot you can find on this planet, I'm not eager to bicker with the natives.
SCP-293-DE-D: Aye, Sir.
SCP-293-DE sets course for Earth. The travel lasts approximately two hours, until space portals abruptly open form behind the space ship. Two theianic space vessels with a length of 50 m respectively emerge from them, and take up the pursuit.
SCP-293-DE-E: How did they find us?
SCP-293-DE-B: I assume they keep this planet under watch, after all, it's of enough importance for them that they invented a new word for it. Wait… These are not the Beyonders! These are the Abovers!
SCP-293-DE-A: What does this mean for us? Can we negotiate with them?
SCP-293-DE-F: On the contrary! The Abovers are militarists, they won't capture us but blow us up instead!
The thejanic ships begin to fire at SCP-293-DE. The ammunition used penetrates the shield, and causes significant damages. SCP-293-DE goes into a spin, while it is gradually grasped by Earth's gravity.
SCP-293-DE-A: Haman! We must-
An explosion cuts off SCP-293-DE-A. SCP-293-DE's engines fail, and it begins to fall down over Europe.
SCP-293-DE-D: We can't take off anymore. They hit the drive. Everyone to the escape capsules!
SCP-293-DE-H: They got them as well. They want to kill us!
SCP-293-DE-A: Unbelievable. What have we done to them to deserve such violence?
Another explosion shakes the ship. Recordings cut off at this point.
<End of recording>
Closing Statements: The explosion drew the attention of the European Space Agency who subsequently tracked its crash. However, electronic recording devices were unable to depict the thejanic ships.
Dr Ore
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