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**:WARNING! UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED, FIREWALL BREACHED, O5 COUNCIL NOTIFIED, CONTACTING CYBER SECURITY DIVISION, RUNNING COUNTER HACK SCRIPT, SECURITY RESPONSE CODE RED, FAILURE TO SUBMIT TO SECURITY PERSONNEL WILL RESULT IN THE USE OF LETHAL FORCE!
Item #: SCP-K3117:
**:Object Class: Thaumiel class>: **
**:Reclassified: Euclid/Wanted: **
**:Special Containment Procedures>: **
Subject-K3117 is currently located at [████████] and lives on farmland with members of D-Class Strike Force Garid, in comfortable housing with no visual on site restraints. Subject-K3117 and D-Class from Strike Force Garid have been granted freedom of movement status no more than an area of 15,100 square kilometres (5,830 sq mi).
D-Class from Strike Force Garid are to monitor, support, guard, mediate and relay any and all conversations, desires and movements regarding Subject-K3117 to the foundation's Ministry of Espionage at site [████████] and the office of Resource and Home Affairs Western Australian Chapter.
Absolutely no personnel who have not ranked high on the Political Compass as a Democratic, Socialist, Marxist, Communist, Mutualist and or libertarian are to be assigned within (73 km2) of Subject-K3117
Any persons or personnel not authorised to be within 73 km2 of Subject-K3117 are to be apprehended, given D-Class status and transported to site [████████] for processing in order to determine if the person or persons should then be submitted to the site superiors for amnestic administration.
Failure to submit to amnestic treatment will merit an administration by force or termination.
If Subject-K3117 breaks the allowed containment limits, then Subject-K3117 is to be shot with a GPS microchip using a Remington 700 XCR Long-Range Tactical Bolt-Action Rifle. The injection site must be anywhere under the subject-K3117's waistline on exposed skin.
Said injector is known to cause only minor physical pain, when it enters the body of an unsuspecting human, the impact can easily be compared to that of a mosquito bite.
Under no condition is Subject-K3117 allowed to become aware of said GPS tracker or personnel's intent to deceive, conceal or misrepresent the truth. Subject-K3117 will typically indicate who it most trusts by often referring to them as "fair dinkum"
Reporting of a breach is mandatory, failure to report any and all breaches or security threats will be met with immediate discipline via the foundations Ministry of Discipline and Duty Western Australian chapter.
D-Class Personnel who have achieved status of "close friend" to Subject-K3117 are to follow Subject-K3117 and act as a bodyguard and must maintain under all conditions the appearance of a caring friend. Subject-K3117 will typically indicate who is best fitted to this position by often referring to the D-Class personnel as "true blue" in character.
Close attention must be paid to Subject-K3117 and who it appears to have positive rapport with.
Special care is to be taken that Subject-K3117 meet all requirements of the Maslow's Hierarchy of Self-Care Model. If Subject-K3117 does not meet a requirement, a D-Class personnel with the achieved status of "best friend", whom have undergone counselling and psychology training to the level of Double Diplomas and a Masters in Counselling and Psychology. are to act as its counsellor without alluding to any intent to Subject-K3117 that they are in fact acting and have been directed to counsel subject-K3117 for the betterment of its health.
*Additional note submitted on 12/12/2019* - Doctor Taylor: If subject-K3117 refers to any personnel as mate or cunt or any other grammatical form expressing a negative connotation or a low opinion of someone or something they are to pay close attention to the context of the nickname. If found to be used in a negative context this could very well indicate Subject-K3117 may have invoked feelings of animosity, anger, or resentment, which can be directed against certain individuals, groups, entities, objects, behaviors, concepts, or ideas.
Subject-K3117 will typically indicate who is best fitted to this position by often referring to the D-Class personnel, as a ‘Good Man, Good Chick, Good Cunt, Top Bloke, Top Chick or Bucko’ or derivatives.
If this is suspected to be the case, personnel involved must report this at the next available debriefing session. They are then to wait for further instructions before returning to duty.
It is of the upmost importance that Subject-K3117 never become aware of being monitored. Any personnel caught or suspected to be in breach of this, are to be reported to the disciplinary board at site [████████] for immediate disciplinary action.
Subject-K3117 must never come into visual contact or have visual contact with any police, security or authoritative figures unless directed while deployed on any missions for the foundation.
Subject-K3117 must never become aware of surrounding sniper teams.
**:Description: **
Subject-K3117 current physical form appears as a humanoid caucasian female in sex with long black hair and stands at 5 feet 4 inches. It is estimated its physical age is around 25 years old and has an Irish accent.
**:Anomalous Properties: **
Subject-K3117 anomalous properties are as followed:
Subject-K3117 does not experience aging or cell death via natural causes.
Subject-K3117’s biological cells never cease to carry out its functions. The natural process of old cells dying and being replaced by new ones, doesn't happen within Subject-K3117's body unless injured physically.
Subject-K3117's Neuro-pathways and synaptic connections however do continue to work with an unnatural increased efficiency rate of 200%
Subject-K3117 has a unique Cogneto hazard effect on humans who score high for ‘authoritarianism’, whose ideologies are aligned with the belief that authority should be obeyed. This effect has been observed to increase hostile feelings toward subject-K3117 that escalate the longer said persons remain within one hundred meters of Subject-K3117.
Subject-K3117 has an invisible like armour, it becomes translucent when hit with any fast moving projectile or weapons. No known projectile or weapon has as of yet been able to penetrate this anomalies kinetic force-field.
When subject-K3117 is hit with said projectiles and weapons, it has a 0.01% light reflective rating encompassing the top section of its body except for a section not covering its eyes and the space between them. This anomalous Armour terminates at its waist all the way to its feet.
If Subject-K3117 ceases living, its body will rapidly decompose into nothing within 24 hours, Subject-K3117 will re-materialize 1 day after at the [████████] in [████████], Victoria.
Subject-K3117 can manifest two carbine revolvers at any time that can fire seemingly infinite amounts of ammunition with little to no effort.
Subject-K3117 displays incredible marksmanship skills and firearm knowledge. Subject-K3117 has beaten all firearm world records including current world champion Jerry Charles Miculek's, an American professional speed and competition shooter known for his many world records.
Subject-K3117 has a master’s level knowledge in all firearms made before the 11 of November 1880. Subject-K3117 needs only maintain constant physical contact with any weapon made after the 11 of November 1880 to display a master ship and instant familiarity with the workings and use of any known firearm not excluding heavy duty military hardware and foundation [████████] weapons.
**:SCP-Waler: **
Subject-K3117 can also manifest a physical entity of what appears to resemble a Waler horse. This entity will hereby be referred as SCP-Waler.
*Note* Walers are an Australian breed of riding horse. They were developed from horses that were brought to the Australian colonies in the 19th century, its appearance has been described as a "Black ghost-like Apparition with Red Eyes".
SCP-Waler, has displayed anomalous abilities much like that of SCP-106 AKA [The Old Man] See [████████] for more information.
SCP-Waler can create portals made out of the same substance matching the composition of SCP-106's chemical properties to a 100% similarity.
SCP-Waler can physically interact with objects and organic matter. It has been known when engaged in combat to drag, throw, push and kick threats into its pocket dimension.
SCP-Waler's pocket dimension is theorised to be an independent section of space-time inside the universe. A dimension that can only be materialised through the directions of SCP-X and SCP-Waler's own wills.
SCP-Waler's pocket dimensions internal realms aesthetic nature, however appears to not be full of hallways such as SCP-106's, but rather appears as a mirrored world to ours consisting of a black and white light spectrum with no known mammalian organics. How it generates photons for light is not yet known.
SCP-Waler has been observed to achieve a speed of 1,228 km/h (763 mph) breaking the sound barrier.
Subject-K3117 can command and ride SCP-Waler at said speeds with little to no effort observed.
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**:Addendum: Video log of Subject-K3117 interview #13 taken at site (████████) Canberra: **
Interviewee: "That fucking guy over there, alright or what?" "Smug shit's been giving me the fucking stink eye all day."
Interviewer: "Yes he's fine, he's just doing his job." "Can we get back to the questions please?"
*Guard fidgets while tightening the grip on his Taser*
Interviewee: *Scoffs* "If ya fucking reckon.”
Interviewer: "I do." "Reckon.”
Interviewee: "You alright then mate, you seem a little, testy?"
Interviewer: "I'm just tired.” “Tell me your name?”
Interviewee: *Sigh* "Don't even buy me a drink first eh, ain’t you a fucking catch?"
Interviewer: "Please?" "Miss?”
Interviewee: "Dread, Kelly Dread.”
Interviewer: *Mutters under his breath.* "Finally!" "Miss Dread". "Ok then Miss Dread, can you tell us about the horse now?"
Kelly: "Horse?" "What horse, what you talkin' about?" *She says with a sarcastic undertone*
Interviewer: "Please!” “Miss Dread the sooner we finish this the sooner we can all go home.” “Now, the horse"?
Kelly: "HA!" "Go home he says, would you listen to this fuckin’ gobshite ah ha".
"Mate we all know I'M not going HOME." "That's what you get to do, I don't get to just go home." "I don't know how the fuck you fucking fascists get the kind of money nor the fucking balls, to build a place like this but I'm sure as shit not going to tell you sweet fuck all.” “Go ahead, torture me." "I bet I'm on fucking Nauru island aren't I?"
Interviewer: "Nauru? ha ha". "Oh no, we are not on Nauru lady, you have no clue the shit you are in so you better fucking make with some answers before I have my friend here do more of his 'job' on you".
Kelly: "More?" *a look of confusion appears on Kelly's face.* "The fuck you talking about?"
Interviewer: "I'm tal…" *The Intercom cut's him off*
Intercom: "DOCTOR TAYLOR!" "Please keep to the designated questions and refrain from being distracted".
Taylor: "OK". "If you won't tell me about the horse you used to break out of prison with, nor those pretty little weapons you have". "Perhaps you might tell me why bullets don't seem to have any effect on you?"
Kelly: "How the fuck should I know, probably radiation or some shit, I mean you lot are clearly in the business of covering shit up, you fucking tell me!" "I mean shit maybe it was a comet, maybe I'm the second fucking coming.” “The all-powerful satay stick God."
*Kelly imitates ghost sounds while moving her handcuffed hands in independent flowing motions*
Kelly "Whooo ooooo oooo". "Why don't you fucking tell me?"
Taylor: "Are you telling me you have no idea why you can do the things you do?"
Kelly: *Sigh* "You really want to know?"
Taylor: "Yes."
Kelly: "Ok I'll tell you, but not that guy." *she glances at the guard stationed at the entrance of the room, Kelly leans in* "Come closer."
*Taylor's eyes widen with surprised anticipation, before leaning in*
Taylor: "Yes?"
*Kelly leans in to the Doctors ear*
Kelly: "The truth." "The truth is, I caught something long ago, when." "I FUCKED YOUR MOTHER!!!" "A HA HA HA"
*WHACK!* *The Doctor slaps Kelly and stands up shouting*
Taylor: "YOU ARE THE MOST ANNOYING FUCKING BITCH I'VE EVER!”
*The intercom cuts him off*
Intercom: "DOCTOR TAYLOR!” “You will terminate this interview and report to my office immediately” “Guard #6243 escort Subject-K3117 to the amnestic room's site superior for amnestic administration.”
Guard #6243: "With pleasure.”
*Guard #6243 walks behind Subject-K3117 forcefully standing her to her feet*
*Subject-K3117 flings her head back making a sickening crunch sound as the back of her head collides with Guard #6243’s now bloody nose.
*The Guard howls in pain* Guard #6243 "Aaaaargh!
*The Guard reaches for his Taser*
*Subject-K3117 lifts her handcuffed hands into the air as black sludge appears to manifest on the eastern wall of the interrogation room. A black horse shaped head with red eyes stares at the guard as it slowly inks forward into the room*
Taylor: "FUCKING SHOOT IT NOW!”
*The Taser goes off while pointed at Subject-K3117's legs.*
*Subject-K3117 falls to the floor screaming in pain as the horse like entity SCP-Waler dissipates back into the black oily sludge then evaporates into nothing.*
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**:Video taken from Office #1 of the Ministry of Discipline and Duty: **
Taylor: "That thing is fucking insane!”
Minister for Discipline and Duty: "Our psychological evaluations would say otherwise Doctor.”
Taylor: "Oh for fuck sake Jack you know what I mean.”
Jack: "Do I?” “Because it seems we don't know much of anything thanks to your inability to do your fucking job properly, Angus!” “Surely you could show some semblance of fucking decorum around it!”
Taylor: "I KNOW, I know. “ I… I don't know what's got into me” “Every time I'm around that thing, I feel like there’s this rage inside me burning, and it just keeps burning hotter and hotter.” “I hate it, I hate that bitch.”
*Jack study's Doctor Taylor with a transfix pondering stare*
Jack: "Tell me more about how Subject-K3117 makes you feel."
Taylor: "Oh fuck off Jack!” “Don't patronise me, we've known each other long enough to know, nothing about this is normal.” “This feeling, is not normal, surely you feel it too?”
Jack: *Sighing* "I do.” “I can feel it too.” “This whatever it is, I'm not sure what it is but I think it must have something to do with Subject-K3117, it just has to.” “I'll write to the board and recommend cogneto hazard tests be conducted immediately, until then you are to stay away from its cell.” “In the meantime I still have to discipline you."
Taylor: "Oh for fuck sake, come on Jack!”
Jack: "Look I know, I don't like it ether, trust me.” “I hate this more than you do, but we have procedures here, you of all people should know that.
*Jack Sighs*
Jack: "Especially after those guards attacked it.” “I don't think those prison riots were normal ether.”
Taylor Scrunches up his fists and looks at his shoes
Jack: "Don't worry I'll give you time off for stress leave, we'll fly you over to site [███████] after, to have some therapy time with SCP 999.”
Taylor looks up with a smile
Taylor: "Shit that don't sound too bad, I've heard the stories and I’ve always wanted to see SCP 999.”
Jack: "See, feeling better already"
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**:Test 23 field operations with D-Class from Strike Force Garid - Date [████████]
Subject: Combat assessment and psychological evaluations: Honey Pot Project Status=Activated **
Sniper teams are to remain posted to ensure Subject-K3117 does not deviate from the plan.
In the event Subject-K3117 deviates from mission plan, sniper teams and D-Class personnel are to move in to apprehend and pacify Subject-K3117 with level 1 Tranquilizers and Sedatives. Once inoculated Subject-K3117 is to be transported to site [████████] superior for amnestic administration.
If subject-K3117 does not deviate from the plan, then Subject-K3117 is to be monitored until further notice.
Strike Force Garid is to maintain the illusion of escaped foundation freedom fighters under Subject-K3117's command until further notice. Commander Six four will maintain secret transmissions and cables to the Foundation of Ministry of Espionage at site [████████].
**:Results: **
Location: ████████
Combat tests concluded with a 100% success rating.
Number of Serpent's Hand Insurgents: 213.
Serpent's Hand insurgent's MIA: 0.
Serpent's Hand insurgents terminated: 213.
Serpent's Hand insurgent documents recovered: 10287.
Total Number of Serpent's Hand Insurgents: 213.
Number of Strike Force Garid units deployed: 200.
Strike Force Garid MIA: 0.
Strike Force Garid Casualties: 0.
Total Number of Strike Force Garid units deployed: 200.
**:Analysis: **
Subject-K3117 has displayed amazing combat prowess utilizing its firearm anomalies and SCP-Waler.
*Things of note* Subject-K3117 and SCP-Waler appear to be able to run at speeds high enough to vaporize any living organics it collides with. This has proven to be somewhat disruptive to efforts of foundation combat space investigators and personnel trying to identify Serpent Hand Members. It has also puzzled the Foundations Ministry of Physics Division.
I, Doctor Taylor hereby recommend recording all tests involving Subject-K3117 with Phantom v2512 cameras from here on.
Subject-K3117 has been displaying rapid increases in combat skills, military tactics and overall increases to combat and tactic effectiveness. It has been 216 days since Subject-K3117 last died in battle.
It is possible Subject-K3117 has been developing new anomaly abilities, further tests required for confirmation.
Maintain Operation Phantom Honey Pot and report to superiors for debrief when next available.
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:Audio Log: Doctor Taylors personal office Test 28 Live field operation notes - Date [████████]: **
Taylor: "Incredible, just incredible, just look at that!” “It shot him in the head without even looking at him.” “Which must have been approximately 2,707 yards.” “Just what are your limits, Miss Dread?
Assistant: "You certainly look chipper today Doctor.”
Taylor "Jesus fuck, you scared the shit out of me.”
*The Assistant laughs*
Assistant "just keeping you on your toes, what you watching there?”
Taylor: "Jane you know you’re not supposed to ask me that.” “It's Subject-K3117.” “I'm watching its latest combat deployment.”
Jane: "Gah, why must they continue to call it that?”
Taylor: "Call it what?
Jane: "Combat deployment.” “She's not even aware she is being used by us, its more like combat manipulation.”
*Doctor Taylor can be heard chuckling*
Taylor: "I suppose you’re right, truly a genius plan.” “I wish I had of thought of it, you know.”
*Doctor Taylor sighs with satisfaction*
Taylor: “Studying Subject-K3117, manipulating it to fight our enemy's while learning everything we need, all without ever having to be anywhere near that bitch.” “Sun Zu eat your heart out.”
*Taylor chuckles to himself*
Jane: "You still hate her huh?
Taylor: "Fucking ay.” “Well no, not really.” “I've actually grown somewhat fond of watching the thing obliterate those snake hand mother fuckers.” “Self-righteous pricks they are, its just so incredible.” “Now that I know it has a cogneto hazard anomaly that effects emotions, I can't even be sure I had hated it at all.”
Jane: "Well that's silly, of course you did, cogneto effects or not.” “Feelings are real Angus.”
“Can't just analyse them all away you know, we may be just foundation peons but we are still human, I hope.”
Taylor: "Sounds like you've been thinking too much again.”
Jane: "yeah, what can I say, guess I'm just a glutton for punishment?”
Taylor: "My god!”
Jane: "what?
Taylor: "I'm not sure but I think it may be displaying a new anomaly effect we've never documented before, this is huge news.”
Jane: "Oh?”
Taylor: "Look there, see the fog, the last 5 battles since it took over leadership it has attacked under the cover of fog.”
Jane: "so? It’s just fog isn't it?”
Taylor: "It can't be, thermal readings indicate fog at that time and location can't happen via natural causes, which means.”
Jane: "Kelly is doing it.”
Taylor: "Its name is Subject-K3117 and yes, I believe Subject-K3117 is doing it.” “It's a tactical genus, I think it has been employing the fog to obscure its vulnerable bottom half.” “It's full of surprises, its knowledge of bush craft is very impressive, and nobody taught it these skills.” “In fact it has been training some of the D-Class.”
*Taylor studies his computer*
Taylor: *whispering to himself* "Where does it get this knowledge from?”
Jane: "Maybe the horse taught her."
*Jane and Taylor can be heard laughing together.*
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**:Audio bug recording #110293 of D-Class commander Six four of Strike Force Garid Date [████████] location [████████]: **
Kelly: "Oh fucking nut up ya wuss, we'll be fine.” “Come on Cunty, there’s a pub out there with our name on it.” “You not gonna make me drink alone are ya?”
Commander Six four: "Fine, if it will shut you up we can grab one drink, ONE! Kelly.” “The Government will be looking for us, I'm sure of it.”
Kelly: Oh my god, will you ever lighten the fuck up.” “WE ARE ALIVE!” “What’s the point of killing secret police if we can't even spend the loot?” “Hell, when was the last time you got ya fucking dick wet my fine fellow?”
Six four *laughs*
Kelly: "We'll take some of the boys along.” “I'm sure Matt will sniff some out, some much needed pusspuss for ya.” “I hear if you don't use it ya might lose it bucko.”
Six four: “Jesus, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
Kelly: “Nar just yours mate ah ha.”
Six four: *Chuckles* "You are incorrigible!” “If we are going, must we walk?” “How about you give me a ride on Waler and go supersonic?”
*Kelly laughs*
Kelly: "You know I can't, if I go at that speed you will just fly off.”
Six four: "Well then, ride slower.”
Kelly: "Oh my god do you know how slow you all seem to me when I'm on Waler, you know it's like the whole world is moving in slow motion, I can almost count the rain droplets in the air.”
Six four: "That still blows my mind and kind of wigs me out.”
Kelly: "Ah ha Mate, imagine how I feel?” “I have to look at all the weird faces you lot pull when I'm up there.”
*Six four and Kelly laugh*
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**:Audio bug recording #110294 of D-Class commander of Strike Force Garid Date [████████] location [████████]: **
*Sounds of lively banter and clanking glasses can be heard in the background*
Kelly: "Oh come on, surely you have family who misses you out there somewhere?” “Come on spill the beans, you can't of just been born a cunt, without at least falling out of one first?”
Six four: *chuckles* "it astounds me how much of a dick you are, considering you don't even have one.”
*long pause*
Six four: "I had a wife once.”
Kelly: *Sounds of Kelly spitting out her drink and sputtering*
Kelly: "YOU WERE MARRIED?”
"Why haven't you ever mentioned this to us before?” “I thought we didn't have secrets?”
Six four: "Hey, it's not like you've ever told us anything about your family, or friends or anything, you always change the subject.”
Kelly: '"Yeah well you lot are my family now, ok?” “Ok the secret shit stops now and starts with YOU telling me about Mrs Six four ah ha.” “Come on ya sour shit, lay it on mumma.”
*Six four chuckles*
Six four: "Fine, she was taken from me by the foun *Six four pauses* Government and I know they must of killed her but, well, I guess I just did what I was told.” “I wanted to see her again, even if it meant believing in a dream.”
Kelly: “Oh shit Six four I'm so”
*Six four cuts Kelly off*
Six four: "It's ok, I've moved on, now there is just the mission.”
Kelly, “Wow, ever my favorite little robot man just full of surprises aren't ya?” “Fuck man, had I of known, I might of just told you to fuck off and live a real life, go fuck off to like, I dunno, somewhere far away, somewhere nice.” “Probably would of asked Old Mate to smuggle ya somewhere far away from here.”
*Long pause*
Kelly: "why do you do it? Why fight?
Six four: “Oh no, that's enough about me, about time you spilled the beans.” “Family Kelly?”
"You must have, how you say, fell out of somewhere too? Perhaps a boyfriend, or six out there somewhere, waiting for their loud mouth Bogan with a penchant for buggery to return?”
*Kelly laughs*
Kelly: Cheeky cunt ain’t ya?” “I don't remember my mother, I don't remember anything before my 25th birthday, at least I think it was my 25th birthday.” “I had a happy 25th birthday balloon tied to my arm and a badge that said 25 years strong, along with a multitude of other badges.”
Six four: "Badges?”
Kelly: "Oh yeah, shit I had all sorts of shit all over my jacket.” “From green peace, to anarchy rulez to, save the whales, to only good cops a dead cop, I had it all.”
Six four: "Weird.”
Kelly: "Yep, it's really weird, earliest memory I have is waking up in some prison museum.” “All the dusty shit there felt to me like they were a part of me.” “I felt like I knew the guns even the weird looking armour with bullet dents.” “When I woke up there was bones and a skull of some old cunt in front of me in a display, it's my first memory, dusty useless shit.”
"Can't help but feel like the girl I was, must of went there to learn about all that old dumb shit, pfft and for what?”
*Kelly's voice takes on an angry tone*
Kelly: "To, I dunno get bopped on the head or some fucking shit.” *Sighing* “My memory, I'd give anything to remember.” “Was it, was it worth it?” “Seems like a pretty stupid fucking place to go, no friends to pick me up, no family to tell me who I was, just old pointless dusty shit.”
Six four: “What museum Kelly?” “You must remember something!”
Kelly: "Shit calm down, Carmine Sandiego!” “It was just some dusty prison museum, nobody there fucking knew who I was either.”
Six four: "Well what was the museums name, maybe I'll visit it one day and say hi to your mum.”
*Kelly chuckles*
Kelly: "Ah ha no refunds ya sly cunt.” “Um, I think it was called something or other [████████] in [████████], Victoria.
Kelly: "What are you doing now?
Six four: "I'm looking it up.”
Kelly: "I thought I told you to burn that fucking thing.”
Six four: “Burn a $1000 phone?” “I'd rather eat my socks Kell.”
Kelly: "Rather shove it up your arse more like.”
*Six four and Kelly can be heard laughing*
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**:Audio Bug Recording #110295: **
Six four: "Here it is…”
Kelly: "what?”
*Sounds of footsteps on gravel can be heard*
Six four: "Ned Kelly…”
Kelly: "Sorry what did ya say? You went super quiet there bucko.”
Six four: “Kelly, how did you know your name was Kelly?”
Kelly: "Fucking what?”
Six four: "You said you couldn't remember anything, before you woke up in the prison museum right?”
Kelly: "Yeah so?”
Six four: “Then how did you know you're name was Kelly?”
Kelly: "I, Don't know, It's weird, I guess, I guess I never thought about it.”
*There is a long pause.*
Six four: “Kelly, does the name Ned Kelly mean anything to you?”
Kelly: "Who the fuck is that?”
Six four: “You're telling me, you woke up in A National Hero's Museum and don't know who Ned Kelly is?”
Kelly: "Am I supposed to?” “The fuck is up with you?” “You’ve been weird ever since you glued yourself to that fucking thing, you know sometimes you really are a strange fucker.” “For a guy who has zero friends you spend an awful lot of time on that thing.”
End Recording.
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**:Video Log #8698671 Foundations Ministry of Espionage at site [████████] Office 1: **
Head chief of the Foundations Ministry of Espionage: "Report commander Six four"
Six four: "Must we really have to keep doing this, mate?” “I know you’ve already heard the audio.”
Dutton: "Yes I have, now I want to hear it from you and it's CHIEF Dutton to you Six four.”
Six four *inaudible*
Dutton: "What was that?”
Six four: "Nothing Chief, we went to a bar”
Dutton: "When you knew It should have been chipped.”
Six four: “I didn't think it necessary, she was already chipped last wee…” *Dutton cuts him off*
Dutton: "YOU DON'T THINK!” “YOU FOLLOW COMMANDS.” “That is your job Six four, that is your mission.” “Do you want to be sent to the Minister for Discipline and Duty?” “All I need to do is write one report and you will be sent back to join the other D-Class, faster than you're little buddies horse can run!”
Six four: "No I…”*Dutton cuts him off again*
Dutton: "Those chips only have a 6 day lifespan Six four!” “You were briefed on this!”
*Six four remains silent*
Dutton: "You are on some thin ice young man, very thin ice.” “Do you want to go back to the hole?!”
“Perhaps I'll transfer you to the Canary Program!”
Six four: "No!” “Please, it won't happen again Chief.”
Dutton: "See that it doesn’t Six four, you have only gotten this far because of your effectiveness at manipulating Subject-K3117.” “Don't forget that.”
*Dutton turns around and looks outside the window showing a vibrant jungle, he points a remote at it and changes it to a video of an aquarium*
Dutton: "If it was not for that incompetent Doctor Taylor, and his little tart of an assistant vouching for you…”*Dutton half turns his head to look at Six four* "You would be organic fucking slush right now!” “Get the fuck out of my office and submit the fucking report to me in writing, then head back to your post!” “You’re dismissed!”
*Six four begins to walk out of the office*
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**:Audio bug recording #110299 Log of D-Class from Strike Force Garid located [████████]: **
Six four: "God I hate that potato headed fuck!”
D-Class: "Who?”
Six four: "Nobody important, where is she?”
D-Class: "She left.”
Six four: "Left!?” “Tell me she's…”
D-Class: "Been chipped?” “Yes, Frank managed to get one off on her while she was summoning Waler.”
*Six four can be heard sighing with relief*
Six four: "Good, our Superior overlords are really losing their shit.” “Could almost swear I heard a tinge of fear in some of them.”
D-Class: "She's excelling rapidly, sometimes I even fear what she can do, no wonder they do.”
Six four: "Indeed, just glad she's on our side.”
D-Class: "We don't deserve her.”
Six four: "I know… I know.”
*A long pause*
Six four: "Fuck I can't shake the feeling this is not going to end well, for her, or any of us for that matter.” “Every time she kills a cop, thinking they are secret police, there is a proverbial Mount Everest level of paper work to be done.” “I hear the Amnestics department reports get backed up for days.” “Heh sometimes I wonder if we've ever been there and just don't know it.”
D-Class: "Ok, now I got fucking Goosebumps, just when I think I'm getting used to this life, you have to go and say some twilight zone shit like that.”
Six four: "Did she say where she was going?”
D-Class: "Said she was going to some old Museum.”
Six four: "What?!” “Oh fuck we are so screwed!”
D-Class: "What? What's wrong?”
Six four: "It's going to be a fucking blood bath, I just reported that place to the foundation and they said they are aware of it already, said it's where they wait for her every time she, you know.”
D-Class: "Dies?”
Six four: "Don't say that.”
D-Class: "Say what?” “Dies?” “Why not?”
Six four: "It's just weird.”
*The D-Class mimics the twilight zone theme.
D-Class: "Dodododo Dodododo.
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:MC-55A Peregrine Aircraft Video log #[████████] Location MC-55A Peregrine flight coordinates [████████] Date [████████]:
Two men one fat and one skinny in appearance whose faces are blurred out can be seen sitting in comfortable chairs facing toward 5 large flat screen TV's forming a semi-circle, one of the men is attended by a female dressed as a flight attendant pouring a liquid substance into a glass and hands it to the fat man then leaves the frame.
A Voice can be heard coming through an intercom.
Intercom: “Sir we have visual contact and all operators are standing by, operations are green for go.”
Foundation Director: "Looks like it's show time, give the order to execute operation Rabbit trap.”
The Foundation Director then points a remote at the screens.
All the screens switch on showing different viewpoints of Subject-K3117 flanked by fast moving fog encircling her waist.
Subject-K3117 appears on top of Waler holding onto its reins with one hand and the other holding onto a FN P90 Uzi, shooting off into the distance.
The intercom chimes in "Sir ETA of Epsilon-6 forces 4 minutes.”
One of the screens now shows Waler's hoof violently coming down upon the head of one of the Go Pro's. A bloody crunch sound can be heard, it's followed by static, after a few seconds of static the screen flicks to a new go-pro scene.
The new footage show's a sniper, She is trying to shoot and incapacitate Subject-K3117, three screens show footage from the air while the other two show footage from atop two Foundation Soldier helmets.
Foundation Director: "So Prime Minister, What do you think of your new aircraft?”
Scott Morrison “It’s very impressive, I must say you're hostess even more so.” “He grins looking at the derriere of the passing hostess.”
Foundation Director: "We can arrange for her to stay on the plane if you like Prime Minister.”
Scott Morrison: “No no that is ok, I've enough people who would love to see, somebody like her used against me.” “That being said, you must realize you're little pet project here, is costing me way more than this plane makes up for.”
Foundation Director: “If it's an issue of money Scott, Can I call you Scott?”
The prime minister nods.
Foundation Director: "Then we can transfer more money to your bank account, would you like it sent to the [████████} Island account?”
Scott Morrison: "18 million?”
Foundation Director: "How about 19?”
Scott Morrison Laughs "Very well if you insist"
Both men Laugh.
Scott Morrison: “Just make sure, you keep our Police and Military casualties to a minimum, I really cannot afford any more scandals this election.” “I already have every man and his dog out for my blood, to think it's over all this climate change malarkey, bloody hippies.”
"Listen there is only so much Murdoch and I can cover up, my swing voters are starting to pay more attention to rumours.” “They all have those bloody camera phones now, it's getting harder for our Cyber division to blacklist all these new leaks they just can’t keep up.”
“I can't even have drinks with the guy anymore without the Australian people banging on with their victim signalling prattle.”
The men chuckle as another go pro-soldier is vaporized in a flash of black & red paste.
The footage is then replaced with another shot of Subject-K3117 mowing five more solders down as Subject-K3117 turns a corner trailing hoof prints of sludge from the ghost like horse.
Subject-K3117 is seen crashing through a window leading into the old Museum.
Scott Morrison: "Fuck she's fast!”
Foundation Director: "Indeed.”
Four Screens flick over to security camera live feeds within the site showing Subject-K3117 dismounting to foot with fog flowing through the window wrapping around her waist.
Footage shows Subject-K3117's face covered in blood, her eyes shine red in the dark looking at a feed camera, Subject K3117's arm raises pointing a Colt Revolver at it, the gun goes off along with the feed only to be replace with another live feed.
Scott Morrison: "What does she want anyway?” “Why is she killing so many of our military police?”
“Are you not worried at the rate she seems to be dispatching your men?”
Foundation Director: "No, not really.” “This force is comprised of personnel who are in our Canary Program.” “They are to serve as a distraction, the likelihood of them apprehending Subject-K3117 is very low.”
“They will hold out till Epsilon-6 arrives, Subject-K3117 won't last much longer.” “We've conducted extensive tests to measure Subject-K3117's physical stamina.” “Epsilon-6 will bring Subject-K3117 to heel as it has always done.”
Just as the foundation Director finishes his sentence the Intercom chimes in again.
Intercom: "Sir Epsilon-6 forces have disembarked at targets location, they are moving in too engage Subject-K3117.”
Foundation Director: "As for why Subject-K3117 is there, our reports indicates Subject-K3117 is trying to find information on its existence.” “It wants to know where it came from, as for the killing of our Security forces, unfortunately it is somewhat the result of Subject-K3117's conditioning.”
Scott Morrison: "Her conditioning Director?” “Something you want to tell me?”
Foundation Director sighs. "Subject-K3117 has an anomalous cognitive effect, it effects only certain people, mostly those whose political and ideological psychology are authoritative in nature.”
Scott Morrison: “I see.”
Foundation Director: "Unfortunately for us, that tends to be our security personnel.”
One of the screens shows Subject-K3117 engaging with one of the newly deployed Epsilon-6 members.
In one swift move, Subject-K3117 kicks the butt of the rifle up into the special forces face knocking him to the ground in that instant Subject-K3117 turns the gun around aiming it at the soldier, The gun goes off, The screen is enveloped in a spray of bloody mist, the screens flicks over to another shot of Subject-K3117.
Foundation Director: "In containment Subject-K3117 was attacked numerous times by such personnel.” “Subject-K3117 is legendarily stubborn, torture has had little to no results for us, least not within the wanted time frames we projected to my superiors.” “We've had to resort to covert operations designed to deceive Subject-K3117.”
Scott Morrison: "False Flags?”
Foundation Director: “In a manner of speaking… Yes.”
One of the screens show Subject-K3117 with sparks flying of its armour, its armour shimmering in and out of visibility, with every bullet it deflects.
From one of the Screens Subject-K3117 appears to be reading documents, Subject-K3117 is in an office cubical shooting over it at Security forces now trying to get a foothold at the far side of the office floor. Subject-K3117 appears to be aiming at the oncoming forces from the corner of its eyes, with little attention paid to the screams of pain coming from the wounded.
Scott Morrison: “You aren't worried she will find out about us in there?”
Just then a voice come's from outside the scene
Mystery voice: "oh no, not at all my good friend"
Foundation Director: "Chief, how nice of you to join us, I believe you two have met.”
The prime minister stands up a look of shock on his face.
Scott Morrison: "PETER?” “What are you doing here?”
*Peter Dutton walks into the frame*
Peter Dutton: "I'm here to make you forget.”
Just as Dutton finishes his sentence the the prime minister's legs wobble, falling to the floor spilling champagne all over the carpet. the Prime minister mouths the words “why?”
Peter Dutton: Ah just on time as always. He says picking up the champagne bottle from the armchair the prime minister was sitting in.
Peter Dutton: "Mmmmmm The 2013 Taste of Diamonds valued at $2.07 million, it is a blend of Grand Cru Chardonnay, Pinot Noir and Pinot Meunier that offers a floral, refreshing and creamy texture and ends with a light and elegant finish,Dutton smiles. "You've never been able to say no have you scott." "A Superman-style signature logo handcrafted from 18-carat solid gold, but also fixed prominently at its center is a single, flawless deep-cut white diamond weighing 19 carats. No wonder this country's economy is going down the shitter, tisk tisk, such magnificent opulence, you really are fat shit, what ever would our swing voters say. "Shhhh Don't worry my old friend, this is not the first time, and it sure won’t be the last either.” “When you next wake up you will be next to your lovely sleeping wife, feeling like you've just had the best sleep in the world.”
*Peter Dutton walks out of the frame*
Peter Dutton: “I'll see you at work my friend, good night.”
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**:Phantom v2512 Camera playback at 171504 FPS Submitted Footage, Location [████████] Date [████████].
Subject-K3117 can be seen perched upon the saddle of SCP-Waler trotting around at seemingly normal speeds while several Canary Security Personnel appear to almost not be moving at all. The bullets of Subject-K3117's FN P90 exit its weapon at speeds recorded at M =2.072 producing mach angle ripple waves as it crashes through slow motion rain drops, lighting snakes down in the background bathing the scene for several seconds in a white light.
Subject-K3117 flings a throwing axe towards the camera, the axe appears to drop in speed the very moment it leaves Subject-K3117's hand, it moves in a constant rotatory momentum towards the slow motion capture camera.
Subject-K3117 waves her free hand in a flowing movement toward four Canary Personnel appearing around a corner in the distance. 4 pocket dimension portals open up underneath the oncoming Canary Personnel. The Personnel start falling into the oily openings with gradual looks of terror creeping into their features.
Subject-K3117 Can then be seen unbuckling a lasso and throwing it around two of the personnel running away from Subject-K3117. As it rides SCP-Waler toward a opening portal manifesting on the side of a building wall. Subject-K3117 pulls tight on the lasso lifting the personnel off the floor appearing like they are hovering as Subject-K3117 reels them through the air behind it, disappearing into the oily dimension.
After several seconds Subject-K3117 and SCP-Waler reappear out of a portal above two oncoming Canary Personnel, dropping down and crushing them with an explosion of bloody guts and mist spraying 3 onlooking Canary Personnel. Subject-K3117 then spins SCP-Waler around to kick one of the Personnel into another manifesting portal, The remaining two blood covered Canary Personnel slowly turn in retreat as Subject-K3117 pauses the assault with with a look of elation on its face.
Subject-K3117 moves her arms mimicking a orchestral conductor. 8 black harpoon like chains appear to shoot out of 4 portals on either side of the street, shooting toward and impaling the arms and legs of the terrified men. In one dramatic motion Subject-K3117 flings her arms wide causing the men's bodies to be hoisted into the air above Subject-K3117, ripping the men's limbs apart showering blood upon Subject-K3117's smiling face.
The rotating axe collides with the camera it had been thrown at, disconnecting the feed.
**:End of Phantom v2512 Camera playback at 171504 FPS Submitted Footage, Location [████████] Date [████████].
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Doctor Taylors submitted note, date [████████]: Weapons with compatible cartridges that can fire 300 blackout ammunition, at transonic speeds, are recommended to be equipped by all personnel deployed to engage with Subject-K3117 from here on.
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:Epsilon-6 Black Crow Tactical Combat Detainee Truck Audio Log #[████████]:
Epsilon-6 Member Keith: "She looks so human."
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: *chuckling* "What did you expect flaming hair and an asshole that shoots lasers, you read the report, just another normal humanoid anomaly.”
Epsilon-6 Member Keith: "ah ha yeah well given what we've seen, plus what the boy's had to say about it, I guess I was expecting something a little more, other worldly.” “How many of us did she kill?”
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: "3, not counting the 29 foundation security personnel and 6 drones.”
Epsilon-6 Member Keith: "Whistles, fucking hell what a savage.”
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: "Yeah it really fucking pisses me off we have to babysit this fucking bitch. Those boy's deserve better than this.”
*A loud impact sound can be heard followed by a muffled yelp of pain*
Epsilon-6 Member Keith: "Ease up man we will get skunted if she rocks up with injury's not accounted for.”
"Moaning"
Epsilon-6 Member Keith: “Better hit her with another dose, she looks to be waking up a bit.”
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: "Nar fuck that, I want this bitch to suffer like they suffered!”
Epsilon-6 Member Keith: “Yo dude, relax, that's the cogneto effect talking, you know you are not normally like this, she will pay just stop hitting her, will ya?”
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: “I, I know *Sigh* you are right, whew boy, that shit is strong.”
Epsilon-6 Member Keith: "Yeah no kidding, even I'm starting to feel it now and I rated low, let's just stay focused.”
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: “How long till we reach [████████]?”
Epsilon-6 Member Keith: “About.”
*BOOM!*
The sound of metal scraping along asphalt followed by the roar of flames can be heard.
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: *Cough, cough* “What the fuck was that?” *Cough* “Keith, KEITH! Fuck get up I think we're under attack!”
Loud kicking of boots to a metal door can be heard.
Door breaks open,
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: "What the fuck!?” “What the fuck are they?” The sound of gunfire can be heard close to the truck.
Epsilon-6 Member Paul: "What the fu?*Gunshot! Splat*
A gunshot can be heard followed by what sounds like a body falling to the floor.
*The sounds of gunfire and screaming*
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:Mobile Task Force Leviathan LeaderJaneHeadcam log #[████████]:
-Corrupted Data-_RunFoundationRepareminer?
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Commencing repair = 20% recovered
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=Playing Video Log
A platoon of Serpents Hand mobile task force units, are all standing at attention looking directly at the camera.
In the background trucks resembling large commercialized cold storage trucks appear to be rocking back and forth with banging and growling sounds originating from within, there are a few blood smears along the sides.
SH-MTF-Commander:
"Look alive Snakes! Enemy ETA is in 6 Minutes! We have confirmation they will be crossing our attack zone just as planned.”
"I don't want you going soft on me now, when they hit our IED's I want you to fuck 'em!”
"I want them fucked HARD and I want it FAST!”
*The units all laugh*
"I want those Jailer mother fuckers fucked so hard, that their own mothers mothers grandmothers get fucking pregnant!”
*More laughter breaks out*
"Real fucking ugly kids to be sure, but nowhere near as ugly as it's about to get, so fucking stay frosty and watch each other’s fucking arses more than Elton John would at a gay bar.”
*More laughter ensues.*
"That's right! Asses are going to fucking bleed tonight!”
"Now I know you are all going to do me proud, might even inspire me to grow a nice lady boner to fuck the left overs, Unfortunately we won't have the time for such pleasantries, so let's quickly go over the plan.”
“Our Intel suggests as soon as these fucking dipshits see what we are bringing to the field, they will immediately piss their fucking pants and call Mobile Task Force Beta-7, AKA The Maz Hatters” “Now You've all been briefed on what to expect, if shit doesn't go as planned you all know where you regroup at.”
"If you are captured, take you're god damn amentic pills, and know we WILL come for you.”
“Hold out as long as you can, I know you won't remember this but you know enough to take those fucking pills in the first place, so take them.”
"When we kill those fuckers and we will, we've got an estimated 60 minutes to secure our target and get the fuck out.”
"Now DO NOT cross over the road, that zone is going to be hot as hell with 008's and damn near as scary, those dumb-fucks are going to shit their pants and will be forced to fight like cornered dogs.” “So don't be getting over you're heads, let the 008's do their job and maintain suppression fire from the trench, listen to my orders and this battle will be ours, remember the only thing more dangerous than a human, is a human with nothing to lose.”
"Left-wing Fire Team move to your ambush positions, and do not engage the enemy, unless they try to flee west past you.”
"Right-wing Fire Team move to your ambush positions, providing this goes as planned, I'm counting on you to maintain flanking manoeuvres when the Mid Fire Team commits to a feigned retreat.”
"Drone team, maintain visual contact of the battlefield and mark our targets, I'm counting on you guys to flag any flanking FD's.” “I don't want to see a single fucking FD breach our right flank.”
"Dead Shepherd Team, move to your ambush positions and ready the 008 to be deployed on my mark, once there you are to retreat north to the urban zone and maintain sniper positions.” “DO NOT let a single fucking FD get into the urban zone!”
"You've all read the reports, Epsilon-6 specializes in suburban combat environments, let's not play into their strengths, this is our fucking battle, let's keep it that way.”
"Drone Team, Get us connected, it's go time.”
Error = File Corrupted Attempting fast-forward.
Play repair Mobile Task Force Leviathan LeaderJaneHeadcam log #[████████]
/Playing Video
=Playing Log
*Gunfire, explosions and the screams of men and women getting torn and eaten alive fill the audio.*
Jane: "ON ME!”
The tip of an assault rifle can be seen lowering to the ground, then the camera swings around to see a line of Serpent Hand from Mid Fire Team taking cover behind the overturned truck Subject-K3117 was in, the camera runs past the men passing them on Janes left side as she swings around to move to the back of the line position.
The footage shows her Mid Fire Team putting down suppression fire, every time the head of the line needs to reload they retreat to the back of the line behind Jane.
SH soldier: "ON ME!”
*The SH soldier retreats to the back of the line, then is quickly replaced with a new member of the SH Mid Squad*
*As Jane waits for her turn to come up again she lowers her camera to a screen on her arm, the screen shows drone footage of the battlefield with red highlighted targets along the 4 lane road*
Jane: "Shit they are trying to flank.” “MID FIRE TEAM WITH ME, FEIGN RETREAT BACK TO MID TRENCH AND BRING THE OBJECTIVE!.” “RIGHT WING FIRE TEAM, PUSH UP NORTH EAST TO COUNTER FLANK WITH SUPPRESSION FIRE.”
*As mid fire-team breaks away Subject-K3117 can be seen wheeled along strapped to a restraint chair on wheels, her mouth covered with black orange cloth and eyes wide open with a look of fear in them*
*Jane looks down again at her wrist to see red dot's fleeing east*
Jane: "LEFT WING MACHINE SQUAD REPORT STATUS OVER!”
*A voice chimes in over her radio amongst the sounds of machine gun fire*
Left-wing Member: "THEY ARE DROPPING LIKE FLIES COMMANDER BUT OUR AMMUNITION SUPPLIES ARE RUNNING DANGEROUSLY LOW, I ESTIMATE WE CAN ONLY LAST ANOTHER FIVE MINUTES OVER!”
Jane: "ROGER THAT, PREPARE TO RETREAT, WE ARE ABOUT TO MOVE TO THE PORTAL, SNIPER TEAM WILL COVER YOU, OVER AND OUT!”
Jane and her squad from Mid Team all jump into the trench and return fire toward the struggling FD's left, Jane reaches for her radio again
Jane: "DEAD SHEPHERD TEAM REPORT!”
*Another voice chimes in over her radio*
Dead Shepherd Team leader: "Reading you loud and clear, haven’t had this much fun in a long time commander Over.”
*Sniper shots can be heard through the radio, Dead Shepherd members can be heard counting along with each kill to upstage one another.*
Jane: "WELL GET YOUR CUTE ASSESS MOVING, I WANT COVER FIRE FOR LEFT-WING'S MACHINE SQUAD NOW, RETREAT COMMENCES IN THREE MINUTES AND FORTY SECONDS, AFTER FOUR MINUTES GET YOURSELVES THE FUCK OUT OF THERE, HEAD NORTH EAST THEN WIDE SWING BACK SOUTH TO THE RENDEZVOUS OVER!”
Dead Shepherd Team leader: "Copy that.” “What about the 008's and trucks commander?”
Jane: "LEAVE THEM FOR THE MAZ HATTERS TO CLEAN UP, YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS OVER AND OUT!”
-ERROR VIDEO CORRUPTED-
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:Data-mined Packet of SH's Temporary Staging Base Audio Recording #[████████]:
Kelly: "You expect me to believe all that bullshit! Why don't yee pull the other one, it jingles!”
Jane: "Kelly, you ride an inter-dimensional horse, you can fling off bullets like you were fucking made of steel, and this is where you draw the line?” “Come now, what have we to gain from lying to you?”
Kelly: "I dunno, fuck I dunno anything anymore, my men are back there and you're saying they've been lying to me this whole fucking time?” “YOU JUST WANT ME TO SELL THEM OUT, WELL I'M NOT TELLING YOU SHIT!”
Jane: "Kelly I don't give a shit about those D-Class personnel right now, hell if you really want I'll have my men fetch some foundation video's our Data Miners ripped straight from where you were being held.” “All I care about is showing you the truth, if after that you still don't believe me, you are free to go on your way, but best you know Kelly, I've spent a lot of time undercover in that place just to get you out.” “You wouldn't believe the shit I've had to sacrifice just to get this far, we've lost a lot of good brothers and sisters tracking you down, not all of them are going to be happy to hear that their brothers and sisters died helping a coward.”
Kelly: "FUCK OFF CUNT, LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING CHAIR AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S A COWARD!”
Jane: "Good Kelly, hold onto that rage.” “The Serpents Hand can certainly use that fire, and a good commander.
Kelly: "KISS MY ASS, I'LL NEVER WORK FOR SOME FUCKING COCK SUCKER LIKE YOU!” “IF YOU WERE GOING TO LET ME GO YOU WOULD HAVE DONE SO ALREADY!”
Jane: "I'm sorry Kelly, it's just with your powers you’re still too much of a threat, I need you to see something before I can let you go.”
*Chair squeaks and footsteps can be heard*
Jane: "Here Kelly, If after you watch this video you still want to leave, I will personally untie and escort you out myself.”
*Sounds of a tape entering a player*
Jane: "See you soon Kelly.”
Kelly: "We'll see about that bitch.”
*Footsteps can be heard moving off into the distance followed by a door closing.
Videotape: "Welcome.”
Kelly: "The fuck?”
Videotape: To anyone willing or able to read this: This is for you.
We are the Serpent's Hand.
We are a movement, unified by a common belief:
That humanity and all the other peoples of the known worlds do not deserve to be kept in darkness and ignorance.
The Serpent's Hand doesn't coordinate as a group. We are a loose collection of splinters. Our enemies tend to misunderstand this — for instance, the Foundation's obsession with L.S., a person most of us have never met. Or the Serpent's Nest, with their shifting identities. Yes, they are all leaders, because they are people we respect, people we take advice from, and some of us will follow their plans. But they aren't all of us.
There's no special way to join the Hand. There are no secret rituals done in basements or closets. We hold no elections for our leaders. If you want to become a member of the Serpent's Hand, all you have to do is decide you are a member of the Serpent's Hand.
Most of us are ordinary people, though our enemies do not understand this. We are ordinary people who embrace the anomalous, the supernatural, and the ethereal. We oppose its suppression. How can we not? Our friends, family members, and sometimes we ourselves fall outside of the bounds of normalcy. Every single one of us has experienced the anomalous. We are the things in heaven and earth that were not dreamt of in your philosophy.
To the heralds of traditional power such as the SCP Foundation, the Global Occult Coalition, and most world governments, the anomalous is a slowly spreading poison, threatening to destroy everything civilization has worked so hard to create.
But anomalous people are people, and the anomalous itself is not a threat merely for existing. Yes, it presents danger, but so do germs and meteors and forest fires. Suppressing knowledge of something will only make it more dangerous, and keep all of us huddling, frightened, in the dark.
When normalcy starts hurting the people who have to live under it, to try to cure a 'poison', normalcy is itself the poison.
The SCP Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition are playing the role now that the Catholic Church played when they imprisoned Galileo for discovering that the world revolved around the sun. Their practices and beliefs are the death of knowledge, the death of science, the death of light.
Take the Wanderers' Library as an example, the place where the Serpent's Hand makes its home. The Library is the largest repository of knowledge the worlds have ever seen, the Holy Grail for those seeking to understand the preternatural. And yet, both the SCP Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition have been thrown out of this place that welcomes all. Why? Because they tried to destroy it, or take it for themselves so no one else could have it. Because of this, they are condemned to blunder in the dark.
Everyone reasonable agrees that people should defend themselves against supernatural threats. But how can you protect yourself if you burn and bury the books and imprison or execute the people who could tell you how? Would you try to protect yourselves against nuclear weapons by telling everyone to pretend they don't exist?
The Serpent's Hand were barred from the Library too, once. There was a reason we could not re-discover it until 1967. But no more. We've learned from our mistakes.
To any members of the GOC and the Foundation who may read this:
We are growing so large because of you. We were more like you, once, just one more inbred secret society hoarding occult knowledge to ourselves.
Then the Foundation began increasing its scale. There have always been Jailors, but not like this, not in millennia. Yet, still, they kept themselves in the dark, with only their leaders ever knowing the full extent of the world on Earth outside the everyday. So they were tolerable, for a time.
But then came the Seventh Occult War, the Foundation Civil War. The rise of the Global Occult Coalition — the Book burners, the Big Brother — and the grand-scale campaign against the Para natural community that followed. The Coalition became the oppressive shelter to which the cowards of the Para natural community fled. A shame that there were only 108 slots, and only for human-dominated organizations. Or perhaps not a shame at all. Our old selves did not seek membership then, and we are fortunate for that.
So the Serpent's Hand rose up. Not out of desire, nor fear, but out of clear and pressing need. To keep all peoples from being chained forever in the dark.
We, the Serpent's Hand, ask you this:
How many KTEs does the Global Occult Coalition catalogue? It must seem like the supernatural is a vast hydra — two new heads sprouting for each that is cut off. How long will you keep cutting?
How many SCP items does the Foundation contain now? Two thousand? Three thousand? Five? More? How long before there is no more room for prisons to be constructed? Will you put the whole world in a containment cell?
You admit it to yourselves, privately. The anomalous is on the rise. You cannot hold back the future forever.
You are the monsters you are so afraid of. Let go of your fear, and join us in the light.
And if you will not… if you keep imprisoning and killing innocents, if you keep forcing the world to stay in the dark… then you will meet the fate of all the slavers and murderers in the worlds' history before you.
We will free those you keep imprisoned. We will rescue those you try to kill.
The Garden is the Serpent's place.
We are the Serpent's Hand.
~ M.
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