If this agenda advanced by reaching its doom threshold:

You clutch the device in your hands when it suddenly begins to hum and vibrate, its core glowing with a searing, pale-green light. You feel your head throb, a drop of blood rolling down from your nose. You're too late. You were unable to stop the Mi-Go threat before the device reached full power. Now, as you feel your grasp on reality begin to fade, you wonder what the alien meddler will force you - and everyone else in the Excelsior - to do next. Your mind is now clutched firmly in its grasp.(→R2)

The alien device hums and pulses for a few more moments, before finally going silent. It rests in your hands, cold and still, seemingly an unassuming trinket once more. You breathe a bit easier and find some measure of comfort in knowing that the strange goings-on of the Excelsior have been put to rest, at least for now.(→R1)