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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
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— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA
| Item #: SCP-4051 | Level 4/4051 |
| Object Class: Pending | Classified |
Site SCP-4451-Alpha. SCP-4451 obscured under order 05-4051-1.
Special Containment Procedures: Given the scope of materials found at site 4051-Alpha, full classification and containment procedures are still ongoing.
As of 03/05/19██ site 4051-Alpha has been walled off at a 2200m2 radius from the impact site with 3.5m high-security fencing. This fenced border should be patrolled hourly by a rotating shift of on-site security personnel. This perimeter is considered temporary until clean-up efforts have concluded, and all SCP-4051 detritus relocated to site-43.
All air traffic over site 4051-Alpha is to be re-routed, and all satellite imaging censored with the aid of embedded government assets worldwide. Any civilian found within site 4051-Alpha will be interrogated, then receive Class-A amnestics.
Dissemination of the cover story “Teenage Dynamite" is currently underway. All five major networks are set to report variations on this story at daily intervals until media interest has died down.
Description: SCP-4051 is the remains of an alien spacecraft located at ██ by ██, 2km outside of Culiacán, Sinaloa, Mexico. After what appears to be a massive detonation, likely resulting from an unsuccessful descent into Earth atmosphere, pieces of SCP-4051 have been scattered over a vast area.
All recovered materials and technology from site 4051-Alpha appear to be decades to centuries more advanced than any earth amalgam. To aid in the storage of these artifacts, a new wing of site-43 has been constructed, hereafter known as Sector 43-Delta-A, or the "Grey Bank". Unlike most areas of site-43, this wing has been constructed with external security as a priority rather than containment integrity, due to these objects collectively low containment needs, and high militaristic and technological value.
Documented SCP's currently housed in the "Grey Bank"
04-Clearance Required
From the Desk of Dr. Cassidy Weiss, Site Director, 4051-Alpha.
So, Command is going with "Plan A": turn a very large crater into a very small, very explainable crater. So now my team, while already fighting in a war of diminishing returns to scrounge up every bit of scrap we can, also has to deal with a construction crew hovering around like hungry seagulls. "We've got to fill this area in!" they squawk, "Aren't you done yet?" Oh yeah, sure, just dump that topsoil right over here! When some hiker saunters by in a decade and stubs his toe on a chunk of fusion reactor, guess who takes the blame?
I realize the Foundation is probably taking it from both ends right now, what with the US and Mexico wanting this mess covered up quick and quiet, but what ever happened to the mission? What ever happened to science first?
… God, Henry is right, this assignment is getting to me. I only get "preachy" when I'm this worked up. I need to step back from this. Or, I guess, step forward. Looking through cargo manifests and requisition logs, it's easy to forget I'm coordinating truck-fulls of alien technology. Just look around Cass! Space ships! Ray guns and rockets! God, most of my colleagues would kill for this assignment! For anyone who grew up with Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon, this is a dream come true.
Not me though. I wish I had that kind of wide-eyed enthusiasm, but I always was more of a "Death Valley Days" sorta’ girl. All my heroes were grouchy old cowboys.
Forward: Agent Worth has been working with local law enforcement in Culiacán, Sinaloa for several weeks following the impact of SCP-4051. During this time, a variety of metal salvage and functioning technology was recovered from the populace. The spread of this material has been traced back to a local gang of teenage boys calling themselves “Las Águilas Ésto” or “The Red Eagles”.
Agent Worth speaking to The Leader of the Red Eagles, Alejandro Ochoa.Agent Worth: Hello Alejandro. Comfortable?
Ochoa: Bite me pendejo.
Agent Worth: If you'd prefer, I can hand you back to Sheriff Velez? I’ve heard he’s not very… pleased with how you and your friends have made his town look.
Ochoa: Jesus, why are you hasslin' us? You already took all the shit we found by [DATA EXPUNGED]. That’s way closer to my town then yours, puto. Suddenly because you roll up in your big, black vans you just own everything? I know that ship isn’t yours, Americano.
Agent Worth: How do you know it was a "ship"? No one has reported seeing a vessel of any kind, just an explosion.
Ochoa: Yeah, well, we saw it. Me and my brothers. It came crashing down from space! Don't play me, G-man. We found a fuckin' ray gun.
Agent Worth: That just raises more questions, Alejandro. It’s taken us nearly a week to put out the fires around the crater. We’re only now able to safely sift through the area. How exactly did you and your gang already recover so many pieces of functioning, in-tact technology?
Ochoa: I told you. We found them.
Agent Worth: Where? How? Were they buried? How close to the blast site were you?
Ochoa: That's all I got to say. Turn me back over to the policía, I don't care. We didn't do anything wrong. You can't charge us with selling weapons, because then you'd have to admit all this stuff exists, right?
Agent Worth moves forward in his chair, adopting a more neutral posture.
Agent Worth: Alejandro, we’re not looking to cause trouble for you, or your “brothers”. We just want answers. Come clean, and I promise you'll walk out of here free and clear.
Ochoa: Like I said: bite me.
Agent Worth: Fine. Gentlemen?
Alejandro Ochoa is unlocked from the interrogation table, and lead by two security officers to the door. Agent Worth calls to stop them before they exit, but does not look up from his papers.
Agent Worth: One more thing, Alejandro. Recently, just today in fact, we discovered a few skull fragments near the blast site. The coroner tells me they belong to a teenage boy, and that he likely died in the explosion.
Agent Worth turns to look at Alejandro.
Agent Worth: Does your “gang” have any members we don’t know about, Alejandro?
Alejandro stares at Agent Worth for a few seconds, scowling, then turns away and demands to return to his cell. Mr. Ochoa has since refused to answer any more questions.
From the Desk of Dr. Cassidy Weiss, Site Director, 4051-Alpha.
I think I finally know what's been nagging at me the past few days. It's like… It’s like if the Lone Ranger saw my dad’s old sedan rolling down the trail. Yeah, he’d be flipping his shit over this big metal carriage that runs on burning kerosene, but he'd also notice the dragging exhaust pipe, and the rust on the wheel carriages.
//We’ve found 27 different hull panels, with 27 different metallic compositions. They all seem to serve the same purpose, but they're wildly different in terms of radiation protection and material integrity. The mostly in-tact sections we've recovered are a mess of tangled wires and grimy pipes. At first we blamed it on explosion damage, or our own ignorance of spaceship construction, but I think my inner skeptic was trying to tell me this from the beginning: this ship probably crashed because it was a pile of junk.I know it shouldn't matter. This thing was still capable of inter-stellar travel for fucks sake! It just… It gives me a weird, dirty feeling knowing that we’re about to jump 50 years in science and technological innovation because, very likely, some drunk alien crashed it's beater car.
Forward: Agent Weiss speaking to Hector Cardona, another member of "Las Águilas Ésto”.
Agent Weiss: Let’s pick this back up, Hector. Tell me what you saw.
Cardona: God, again? I already told you! We saw, like, a bunch of lights hanging in the sky! Then they fell, and like, exploded, y’know! We ran towards it, thinking it might be like a crashed plane or something, with people who need help yeah? But the fire was too hot, so we just grabbed some stuff we found nearby and came back to town! I’ve said I’m sorry, alright!? Just let us go, man.
Agent Weiss: How many lights?
Cardona: What?
Agent Weiss: How many lights did you see? In the sky.
Cardona: … Man, like, a bunch okay? Lots!
Agent Weiss: Ballpark. Give me a rough number. Given how “big and bright” you say it was, you must have had a vague idea of how many lights there were.
Cardona: I don’t know… 20? Yeah, like, 20 spinning lights. Or, like, 30! I don’t know!
Agent Weiss: Is that so? Your friend Alejandro said there was nine, very distinct, in three overlapping triangles. Leo said there was only four.
Cardona: Well it was, like, hard to see alright!? And it happened really fast!
Agent Weiss: That’s not the only discrepancy we’ve found in your story, Hector. You claimed you were simply "hanging out" in the woods that night, but Mrs. Alvarado has now reported hearing gunshots around four hours before the crash. She said they were coming from the forest near the blast site. Right where you and your brothers were.
Cardona: Nana Alvarado is like, 80, man. She was probably looking out the window when someone got shot on her telenovela or something.
Agent Weiss: So, the gun we found hidden in your room, that's just a coincidence?
Hector goes silent for a few moments, then begins to slump forward with his head in his hands.
Agent Weiss: It's been recently fired, Hector. Did you really expect us not to find it?
Hector takes a long, steady breath before responding.
Cardona: We were shooting old cans off a log… and we were drinking. That's it. I didn't- we didn't say anything because we didn't want to get in any more trouble, okay?
Agent Weiss: And what about Issac Ortega?
Hector visibly tenses, then sits up straighter while putting his hands down in his lap.Cardona: … What about him.
Agent Weiss: He’s missing, Hector. According to some key witnesses, he’s been hanging out with you and your “brothers” for the past few weeks. Couple that with the remains we found in the woods…
Cardona: What!? No! It wasn’t like that! I didn’t shoot Issac! He was- with the explosion! He just-
Agent Weiss: You attest you weren’t anywhere near that explosion, Mr. Cardona. Yet his body was almost entirely incinerated. How is that possible? … Hector?
Hector slumps forwards again, and begins to shake.
Cardona: I-… I can’t…
Agent Weiss: Make this easy on yourself, Hector, otherwise you’re looking at life in prison. Just tell me what really happened that night.
The interrogation is interrupted as Agent Hoffsman enters the room. Hector sits back up fully, and wipes his face. Agent Hoffsman whispers something in Agent Weiss ear, then places a plastic bag on the table containing a 9mm bullet fragment. Agent Weiss nods, gestures towards Mr. Cardona, and leans back in his chair. Agent Hoffsman resumes the interrogation.
Agent Hoffsman: Hello Hector. Do you know what this is?
Cardona: … A bullet.
Agent Hoffsman: A bullet from your gun, to be specific. To be even more specific, it’s a bullet we recovered from a tree just outside of town. Even more interestingly, at the base of that tree there was a small splatter of- well, we don't know. The lab boys tell me it's made of typical protein chains, iron, and some unusual form of erythrocytes.
Cardona: Er-.. what?
Agent Hoffsman: Blood, Hector. We think it’s blood. It has all the hallmarks, but it’s definitely not human. It's not from any animal we know of either. Anything you'd like to tell us?
Cardona: It-… I’m sorry, okay? Alejandro made me. He told me to-…
Agent Weiss: Told you to what, Hector?
Cardona: I’m sorry. I can’t. We swore.
Agent Hoffsman: Hector, if you don’t comply with our investigation, you know what's going to happen.
Cardona: … I’m still sitting here, right? We're still talking, so none of the Águilas have talked. I won’t be the rat. I'm done.
Agent Weiss: Hector-
Cardona: No voy a hablar mas! I’m done.
From the Desk of Dr. Cassidy Weiss, Site Director, 4051-Alpha.
My last log might need a revision. Especially the "crash" part. Micah and Lorenz have finally finished their 1/1000 model of what this ship should have looked like. At least, based on what we've recovered so far. Essentially it's a big oblong Frisbee.
So here's the problem: If it crash landed the way our models predict, we should be seeing a much deeper impact crater. I mean, even if it fought against atmospheric drag and landed belly-down, there would still be pieces slammed much farther into the ground. Instead, we’re seeing a large, flat explosion radius with shallow, widely-spread chunks. The lynch pin was what we’ve been calling “Stonehenge 2.0”. It’s a series of metal poles near the center of the blast crater, all vertically wedged into the dirt. Lorenz was the first to propose they might be landing struts, and I think we might need to call that "confirmed".
So, this thing landed at some unknown point, then exploded for some unknown reason. Not exactly a revelation, sure, but we're getting somewhere. Slowly. We've patched together what we think was the ships "computer", but it'll be decades before we have the means and know-how to build an interface.
I think if we're going to get any "big" answers soon, it's going to come down to the boys in black suits. Who or what piloted this thing? Why did they come here? And, most importantly, why the hell did their ship blow up?
Forward: Agent Weiss, talking to Leo Marquez, another member of "Las Águilas Ésto”.
Agent Weiss: Good evening Leo. Officer Rojas told me you had something to say?
Marquez: Yeah. Yeah uh- look, before we start, is it true you… "found" Issac?
Agent Weiss: That’s correct. I'm sorry to say, but there wasn't much left to find.
Marquez: …Fuck. Fuck! That fucking idiot! I told him to bail!
Agent Weiss: Bail? What do you mean, Mr. Marquez.
Marquez: … God, I don't know. I don't know if I can do this… you're not going to let us go, are you?
Agent Weiss: That depends. Since you and your friends have been so tight lipped about what happened, we’ll have to close our investigation and turn you over to the state.
Marquez: The state? What do you mean!? We didn’t do anything!
Agent Weiss: We both know that’s not true. Since you won’t tell us what you actually did, the official story will be you and your friends found an old cache of dynamite in one of the nearby mines, and thought it'd be fun to set it off. You’ll be charged with property damage, wildlife destruction, and manslaughter in the death of Issac Ortega. That’s… 15-20 years, depends on the judge.
Marquez: But- but that’s not what happened!
Agent Weiss: Only you can tell me otherwise, Leo.
Marquez: … God! Fucking… God, alright! But you have to promise me I'll walk out of here, and nobody finds out I talked, okay? I don't want Maria finding out what I did.
Agent Weiss: Maria?
Marquez: Issac's sister. She and I-… we’re close, alright? Except she isn’t a fan of the Águilas. She doesn't get that we're just looking out for each other. Y'know, like a family!
So, Issac was getting older, and he was spending a lot of time around the plaza, right? And Maria was worried he’d get roped in with the narcos or the skeezy ladrones or something. So, I figure, nows my chance to show her my brothers are good guys, y’know? Issac comes and hangs with us, he tells Maria how great we are, then she and I…
Agent Weiss: Leo, can you skip to the part about the aliens?
Marquez: I’m getting there, man! So, that night we were out in the forest, like I said. Hector is showing us the new gun he managed to buy from Javier, and he’s all proud, saying it’s just like the gun from Dr. No. Y'know, not like James Bond’s gun, but the one-
Agent Weiss: Leo.
Marquez: Right- sorry. So, out of nowhere we feel like… I don’t know, a rush of air? Just really cold air, all coming from one direction. We were all like 'what's going on?', but nothing else happened for a few hours. We were about to head back to town when, boom, there's this bright light behind the trees. Then…
Agent Weiss: Yes, Leo? What happened.
Marquez: Well, this fuckin’ dude was there! Like, an alien! A real fuckin' alien! He was really… I dunno. Weird. All flabby and… almost melted looking. Like an old candle covered in blue n' orange felt.
Agent Weiss: Can you describe this creature a bit more-
Marquez: Man, seriously, that it! He was pretty normal besides all that! Two arms, two legs, a couple eyes, and a sorta' "mouth" where a mouth should be. It was all tilted though. He literally just walked up to us, casual as all hell, and started pulling stuff out of a little sack he was carrying. We were all freaking out, but then he started, like… saying stuff. In Spanish! Sort of. His voice was weird, and he kept using words wrong. Really wrong. We start calming down when he didn't, like, jump at us or anything. He just kept saying random shit while pulling stuff out of that bag. Alien stuff, y’know. That’s where we got the ray gun, and that vinyl player sorta' thing and… all of it.
Agent Weiss: He gave it to you?
Marquez: Well- no. He kept holding the stuff up, and then pointing at us. After a while we realized he wanted our blin-blin.
Agent Weiss: Your- I’m sorry, what?
Marquez: Our shine, man! Alejandro’s rings, my chains… he even got all excited when he saw Hectors gold tooth! I think he wanted to trade his stuff for ours.
Agent Weiss: I can’t help but notice you still have your “chains”.
Marquez: … Look, man, I didn't have anything to do with it. Alejandro just started shovin’ Hector, whispering in his ear and shit. I didn’t hear what he said but… then, y’know…
Agent Weiss: Hector shot the alien.
Marquez: Like, six times man! I was like, 'what the fuck Hector!?' The alien dude was down after the first shot, but Hector just kept shooting!
Agent Weiss: I see. So after that, what did you do with the body?
Marquez: We dragged it back the way it came. God he felt like… old porridge, or something. It took like three hours, but we found the ship.
Agent Weiss: And it was intact?
Marquez: What, you mean like, not exploded? Yeah! Totally. At first we just… threw some rocks at it. Just in case there were more of those melty guys, but nothing happened. Then we went in closer, and found like… a ramp thing, with a button. We all tried pressing it, but nothing happened. Then, Issac said he had an idea. He took the alien dude’s hand and pressed it on the button. Open Sesame, the door just slid wide open.
Agent Weiss: You were going to rob the ship?
Marquez: Well, sort of. We wanted to take the ship. Like, all of it. Zoom it around for a while, then maybe fly it up to America to sell all the cool alien junk we found.
Agent Weiss: Hold on. You thought you’d just… pilot an alien ship. Just like that. You’re not even old enough to drive a car.
Marquez: I have driven a car puto, and I drove that ship too!
Agent Weiss: … What?
Marquez: Yeah! We flew it all around the sierra!
Agent Weiss: You expect me to believe you managed to operate an alien spacecraft, flew it several hundred miles, and landed it without anyone seeing you. Really.
Marquez: Hey, I'm telling you the whole truth, just like you asked. We had the whole thing figured out in, like, an hour! There was this arcade joystick thing, and it moved the ship wherever you pointed it. There was only, like, 20 buttons, all with little symbols. Yellow one made it start, bluish one made it stop, and the grey one made it land. My five year old niece could have flown it.
Agent Weiss: … Alright, so what went wrong?
Marquez: Nothing! Or, like, nothing we did! We didn’t even scratch the fuckin’ thing. It just started getting… hot!
Agent Weiss: Hot.
Agent Weiss: Yeah man, hot! Like, first it was just a little warmer inside the ship, but really soon it turned into a sauna. By the time we landed we were, like, cooking in our clothes. So Alexandro and Hector grabbed what they could and just booked it!
Agent Weiss: And you didn’t?
Marquez: No, Issac didn’t. I wanted to bail, but he-… God…
Agent Weiss: Leo?
Marquez: Sorry, just…He was so excited to hang out with us. He just wanted to smoke n' whistle at girls, y'know? Then two weeks later we’re shooting aliens and jackin’ spaceships. It’s like-.. you know when you’re young, and you have this idea that all the cool, older kids are having awesome parties and going on adventures all the time? For Issac, that shit was real. But Alexandro and Hector, they'd been kickin' Issac around all week. Even when all this alien shit happened Alexandro made him drag the body, he called him names, we wouldn’t let him fly the ship, and-…
Agent Weiss: Leo, what does this have to do with-
Marquez: Man, I’m trying to say… God, if I’d been a bit nicer to the kid, actually tried to include him in our gang, maybe he wouldn’t have-…
Agent Weiss: What, Leo?
Marquez: …I kept trying to get him to leave, but he kept saying “No no, we just need to press this button, or this button. That will fix it!” He just wouldn't stop. He wanted to prove himself to us. He thought he could be a big hero and save our cool new spaceship.
I met up with Alejandro and Hector just outside of town. After a few minutes, we were actually talking about heading back. We thought, maybe Isaac pulled it off! Then we heard the explosion. Saw it too, big fuckin’ cloud of fire. I’d… I hoped Isaac finally ran for it, but…
Agent Weiss: I’m sorry Leo.
Marquez: …Stupid kid… God, what am I going to tell Maria…
Agent Weiss: I think I’ve got all I need. I’ll see about getting you released, Mr. Marquez.
Addendum 4051-Delta: We have finally developed a functioning power and control interface with SCP-4051. Decryption of the ship’s database, and translation of its language is ongoing. 3 data packets have been partially recovered, decrypted, and translated. Certain words that have an unresolved, incomplete or totally unknown translation are highlighted in red.
PACKET 1
Forward: This packet seems to have been coded into a repeating, or automatically triggered subroutine that would broadcast on all available frequencies. PACKET 1 has proven the most difficult to translate. While PACKET 2 and PACKET 3 are based on a single language, this broadcast employs terms or phrases from multiple languages simultaneously.
“TEN-THOUSAND WELCOME THE IRNAS(Shop, home, or both) OF EBNEZO (title, proper name, or brand of some sort) MANY OOOMJO(wonderful, or giving pleasure) TECHNOLOGY TRADE VERY BEST FAR PLACES QUALITY VUN (Balanced, or fair) NO URTIRT (To give back, return, or reverse something)
PACKET 2
Forward: This packet is one of two recovered packets believed to be personal recordings.
I am not gone. Griyim(Theorized to be some form of deity, or spiritual energy related to trade, or luck in trading) guides me. Those who chase can die in unnt(waste, unfiltered fuel or most likely excrement). I will find trade farther out. Farther than those who chase will go.
There is a planet. It is rnelk(ugly, or possibly undesirable). Brown and blue and green. Rnelk. There are creatures. Rnelk. They are building ships. They have minerals. I will go to them and trade until I have everything and they have nothing. Griyim teaches me, and I know.”
PACKET 3
Forward: This packet is one of two recovered packets believed to be personal recordings.
“I have found a pkan(town, city, grouping of individuals) near a Sovrim (Rise, Cropping, Mountain) . Many minerals. The pkan will have extracted some minerals. The brown and pink things cannot even oklmnav(unknown) and only now move into Usva(an open space, a road). Their small minds will burst when seeing my goods.
I have enough power to return home, but that is all. If I do not return with many minerals I will have nothing. The rnelk creatures here will trade many minerals. I go and Griyim goes with me!
Unnt. Begin H'so(A second mind or memory). Irnas hot in landing. Kispin(air, or atmosphere) very thick. Heat coil is old. When I return home, I will replace it. End H'so.
Addendum: Decryption and translation is ongoing. "H'so" appears to be a command to the ships computer to create a kind of automated reminder. It should be noted that the reminder "Replace Heat Coil" had been previously created, and ignored, 7 times.
