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Personnel: Containment Specialists Keith Davidson, Laura Bates and David Trent

Foreword: Audio recording devices were activated after a member of the team noticed an unidentified flying object near to SCP-XXXX.

[BEGIN LOG]

Davidson: Mic's on. Laura, Dave?

Bates: Yep, mine's on too.

Approximately three seconds of silence.

Davidson: Dave?

Trent: Uh, yeah. 's on now.

Davidson: Alright. Approach the new object.

Trent: You sure, man? Cause I ain't trained to deal with that sorta thing. Hell, I only got stuck here when they were sure it wasn't dangerous.

Davidson: Look, it's, what, two feet long max? Nothing big'll happen.

Bates: It doesn't seem to be hostile, so I guess it's probably okay.

Trent: Ugh, fine.

Several seconds of treading feet.

Davidson: Kinda looks like one of them quadcopter drones, doesn't it?

Trent: Yeah, sorta. It doesn't really seem to be doing much either. Just been floating there the whole time; I could just grab it out the air.

Bates: Like with that seagull last year? 'Cause that worked out real well, didn't it?

Trent: (laughing) Can't imagine this'll steal my chips and shit on me, so a little different. Keith, reckon we should take this?

Davidson: Can't hurt. Do the honours, Dave.

Loud cracking noise.

Trent: Fuck, I broke it. And it's filled with that same white milky stuff from the plane.

Bates: Shouldn't've grabbed it like that probably. We can still send it back to the lab though, it's still got all the parts.

Davidson: Heh, guess it won't be flying away then. Just leave it there and we'll get back to it after. God, these cows look terrified. I wonder what's up with them.

Fifteen minutes of extraneous audio removed. Full logs are available by request.

Bates: We've probably finished here, right Keith?

Davidson: Yeah, let's get back to the truck.

Trent: Uh, guys?

Davidson: Yes, Greg?

Trent: What the fuck is that?

Sounds of gunfire. Voices can be heard, but are unintelligible.

[END LOG]

Team: MTF Lambda-11 ("Got Beef?")

Personnel: L-1 (Task Force Captain, Gregory Sanders), L-2 (Karl Johnson), L-3 (Charlie Roberts), L-4 (Daniel Connor)

[BEGIN LOG]

L-3 God, I'm surprised that we're needed this often. Thought I'd have a pretty chilled life in a force this specific, but no.

L-1: If it's any consolation, at least we got more equipment than last time.

L-3: Well, yeah, but still. Jesus, I hope we've got enough guns today.

L-2: Keep in mind we're not gonna go all-in right off the bat. Hell, the best-case scenario wouldn't have a single shot fired.

L-3: A little something makes that hard to believe. (Taps metal behind himself) Actually, quite a big something.

L-2: Huh, what?

L-3: We are sitting. In a tank.

L-2: Technically, it's a weaponised all-ter–

L-4: Holy shit. Check out twelve o'clock.

A massive metallic automaton resembling an enlarged SCP-XXXX-1 instance is visible. In place of eyes, it possesses two machine guns that proceed to fire upon Lambda-11.

L-4: Returning fire!

One leg of the automaton is heavily damaged by an explosive round, igniting the machine on fire. It quickly collapses and three SCP-XXXX-1 instances leave it. Pools of burning white fluid are visible around the automaton. Voices are present, but not intelligible.

L-3: Jesus fucking Christ, what was that?

L-1: Your guess 's as good as mine. But we're gonna keep going. Avoided any damage to the tank there, somehow.

Two SCP-XXXX-1 instances emerge over the crest of the hill, using extravehicular mobility packs to hover in the air. Each entity is holding a cylindrical device, presumably some form of weapon, between their fleshy 'horns'.

L-3: You've got to be kidding me.

L-4: I've got this, probably.

L-4 enters the automatic turret at the top of the vehicle and begins to fire upon the SCP-XXXX-1 instances. Each sustain damage to their mobility packs and are unable to maintain flight.

L-1: Thanks, Dan. Now, if we can get up this hill, we can see what's actually down there.

L-2: Shouldn't take too long now, 'specially now we've dealt with some of this stuff.

L-3: God, it better not. I dunno how much more of this crap we'll be able to take.

Several minutes of extraneous content removed.

L-1: And, we're up. Dan, what you seeing?

L-4: Look for yourself.

SCP-XXXX can be seen taking off, and eventually disappearing into the distance. A gargantuan semi-metallic entity (hereby designated SCP-XXXX-2), approximately fifty metres in height, is visible. Unlike the previous automaton, SCP-XXXX-2 is bipedal and possesses noticeable organic features.

L-1: Fuck that, we're pulling out. Gonna need much more firepower to have any chance.

L-2: Uh, Greg? I'm pretty sure it's seen us.

L-1: Shit. Of course it has. But we're still retreating; there's nothing we can do versus something like that.

The structure proceeds towards Lambda-11. One of its feet is lifted above the vehicle. Shortly after, a cracking sound is audible.

[END LOG]

Audio received from wireless transmitter:

[BEGIN LOG]

Voice: Great, this shit actually works. At least I hope it does, but this lens isn't gonna be doing any favours for video. Agh. This is Charlie, Lambda-3, Roberts, whatever you want to call me. It doesn't really matter.

L-3: I'm in the big cow. Rest of the team doesn't seem to be with me and I can't see them doing that well in the tank. Or what's left of it. Somehow I avoided being crushed, and I got myself into the leg of it through a hatch. There's some stupid cow elevator here, and it's really the only place I can go. (rattling noise) The exit foor seems to be locked or jammed.

L-3: (low, audible hum in background) I don't know how this works, but it seems to be moving up. Pretty sure it's lights out as soon as I get up there though. Jesus, fuck.

[END LOG]