Rolled 83 (1d100)
Previously happened next turn.
"So wait why are we coming back here?"
"Bio lab hopefully it has some stuff for fertility and even if it doesn't we can still take it back to help."
"Oh really?"
"That is the official excuse yes."
"Official?"
"The last time we came through here...wasn't it all oddly intact? As if someone or something was using it..."
"So wait we are looking for that something?"
"Yes. If my guess is correct its some Think Tank personnel."
"I do hope your right."
That was when a soldier spoke up.
"We are coming up to the locked down areas. You sure this is the place?"
"There are only a few locked down areas that remain operational and fewer still with intact life support. If its not this we'll move on."
"Fine. Alright cracking open the place...and detonations are a go."
*BOOM*
"Any contacts?"
"...Scanners indicate no-wait a second something is approaching."
"Hostile or not?"
"...Its moving methodically. Whatever it is its intelligent."
"Wait...wait for i-OH FUCK ABOM-"
Sometime later.
"So this is all we found?"
"Yup. Before the feed cut out. We only got a glimpse of it but this was the last thing they saw."
"...Abominations. Just great. Fucking great. I should of figured something like this was help why else would the brood stay small and low profile like that? Shit."
"Do we count them as lost sir?"
"Does it look like they may all be dead?"
They looked around at the battlefield.
"...well there MIGHT be some survivors. Maybe."
"So we continue on soldier. MOVEOUT."