Beresford orders hasty retreat from Krynoid

Major Beresford’s command descends into chaos as the Krynoid’s relentless advance breaches the facility’s outer defenses. His once-methodical directives shatter under the weight of encroaching organic tendrils and panicked troop movements. The military strategy unravels into a desperate scramble for survival, with Beresford’s voice cutting through the noise to demand speed and cohesion. For the Doctor, the moment crystallizes the failure to contain the threat; the evacuation becomes a grim acknowledgment that the rapidly mutating alien has outpaced every contingency. Every command Beresford issues is now a race against the unstoppable spread of the Krynoid’s primary form. key_dialogue: [ BERESFORD: Come on, quick, come on! ]