rolled 47 = 47
Good idea, but they still haven't found the data on them.
A full ten minutes passes before the signal is restored, a haggard looking Tosh looking into the camera.
"Dat... wasn't such a good idea, mon," he wheezes.
Behind Tosh, the antechamber before the stasis vaults has been torn apart by what appears to be a massive struggle. Blast marks and craters, along with bodies, litter the area. Several SCP troopers repeatedly are firing into the still, flattened corpse of a blue-crystal shoggoth, apparently to make sure it's dead.
"We were lucky," Tosh states. "Only lost a Delta Green, two of da SCP boys, anna White Mage. Den we managed to bring it down. Dat ting was powerful, mon. Too powerful. It waved its pseudapods an' suddenly it was all around us. Time stood still, den sped up..." Tosh winces. "Do ya really want us ta open da other chambers?"