A gentle reminder folks, this is a note pad. I recommend taking a flick through, but the article you are looking for may be gone.
- Undying Reactor
- One Hell of a Pot-Hole
- Ethical Committee
- Thematic Innovation
- IRC Log: Dr. Alchest {12/15/19}
- Man amidst Sharks
- Committee HQ and Uniform Issue
- Nuclear Physics 102 With a Special Guest!
- But, Why Us?
- Ethically Mandated Christmas
- Un-Retirement
- Trade Secrets
- Eye for an Æ
- A *Dead* Timeline
- Nobody is a Time Traveling Doctor!
Pending…
SCP-TEMP
Safe-Vlam-Warning-Restricted
Special Containment Procedures
SCP-TEMP is to be contained within Lead-Tungsten composite shielding, with a thickness no less than 40 cm from any point, with an access hatch-airlock to prevent undesired Radiation in, or Anti-Radiation out. Access only to be granted for the purpose of testing, by personnel with level-2 Clearance, and rudimentary understanding of Nuclear Physics.
Description: SCP-TEMP is the Reactor compartment, Heavily modified S5W Reactor, and Primary System, from the remains of the USS Thresher (SSN-593). The entire Reactor and primary system is in a constant state of operation, without input. This operation appears to be a form of inverted nuclear fission. As external radiation is absorbed, Anti-matter radiation is released directly proportional to radiation absorbed. Notably, this Anti-Radiation stops cell growth and reproduction in living cells. Bacteria cultures expire upon exposure. Complex organisms still function, however are unable to produce new cells, preventing healing, and halting metabolic function. See Addendum for extensive testing and investigation.
TEMP-1 is a tech-manual kept in a wall mounted, lead lined box. Bold red ingraved letters embossed on the outward facing side stating 'IN CASE OF EMERGENCY ONLY'. The binding of the manual is composed of woven steel, Borated Polypropaline, with a Lead chain bookmark, unaffected by corrosion. Blueprints within describe construction impossible with known conventional laws of physics. For instance, within Primary system in place of a standard Pressurizer, Klein Bottles are used to stabilize pressure within the system, yet the spout appears to intersect though another dimension. Metals noted in manual for primary system repair are to be requisitioned directly from the desk of Rear Admiral Rickover. Further investigation into Admiral Rickover is pending approval.
Discovery: NTF Σ-58 “Bottomfeeders” While persuing SCP-4233, Noted a construct on the seafloor, roughly 200 miles off coast of Maine, while on standard observation of SCP-4233. Upon visual inspection noticed solid ice enveloping the metal of the compartment, Thermal Imaging noted that . NTF Σ-58 instructed to pull the mass to the higher sea shelf for investigation.
Its anomalous effect was made apparent when innitial probing of the structure was performed. Erring on the side of safety, Naval Task Force members brought radiation detecting devices within sensing range, all devices read below background (< 0.17-0.39mSv/hour), those with digital readouts indicated negative, directly proportional to a nuclear reactor under full operation (>1000mSv/hour). At which time Task Force retreated to a safe distance, and requested assistance. MTF-β-7 "Maz Hatters" were dispatched to assist in further recovery operations.
Salvaged logs indicate collision with some unknown formation with sudden shock to engineering spaces, loss of comminications and command spaces. While the reactor compartment remained uncompromised, shielding erroded to less than 2.5cm, providing minimal radiological protection.
Single Survivor, MMN2 (SSW) Alchest, Jecht A. [Emergency Reactor Welder] Found within Rx Compartment upon opening, subject is anatomically 25 years old, though enlistment records indicate he should be nearing 50 years of age at time of recovery. See Interview Log.
Subject is requesting recruitment into SCP Foundation. Pending secondary investigation, and O5 Approval.
"In all honesty, he is more qualified than most junior reseachers here, as long as I dont catch his immortality, I'd support it." Dr. Stevensen
Testing log: Date - Innitial destructive testing showed a presistant absorption of most forms of energy, to include plastic explosives and most other forms of disassembly. Attempts include, Aceteline Torch, Controlled explosives (entry grade, thermite, shaped charges) all materials appear to resist any type of high energy weaponry. Anomalous cross testing appending approval by Site Command.
Testing of Anomalous Properties, Lab Rat, Normal, Testing showed that the ' Anti Radiation had crystalized the Dioxyribonucleic Acid (DNA) Solidying the cells of the subject. Showed Decreased appetite, apthathy to changes in temperature in excess of 100 degrees centigrade. However, in healing vector tests, subject showed inablity to close wounds. In similarty with anemia or similar blood clotting disorders. Further investigation requested.
Pending…
Mimic City, Insectoid, Eldritch horror
Dont eat the hot dogs.
Stand By…
Omnia cum pretio
My Theme, and, with the understanding from the trials and tribulations of it, I'm willing to do themes for others if you want! Contact Via Discord (https://discord.gg/egXb6e6) As I have a tendency to make foolish mistakes that get me banned from the IRC.
First Theme
http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/ethics-committee-theme
Code Bin:
http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/dr-alchest-s-code-bin
Possibly more to come!
So how does everyone feel about the concept of the universe being in a cycle that if you move forward in time far enough, past heat death, that there will be another big bang?
Eventually the gravity wells of the black holes will draw together and all merge into an infinitely dense point, and release in something not unlike the big bang, the energy needs to all be expended first though.
Matter is a form of condensed energy, and upon all things being drawn back to one point, it may reach a point of failure, or (Brighter side) The parts of the universe that escape the pull creating their own separate universes
(Darker side) Enough energy escapes the gravity well that we may never reach that point again and this is the last bang of the universe.
(Time Relativity) Each Re-Bang is at the same fulcrum in time and post heat death time is returned to the point of the bang, so that Time is a consistant mobius strip, where the 'known' start is always on the same coorinate on the strip
And though you move forward in time, you will always be able to land back in time if done properly.
Events of this world may be different, but would still be on the same unending strip of time.
Those with premonitory dreams may be cases of their brains processing the data of their respective strip of time, and subconsiously being able to prodict an event prior to occurance.
Also those suffering from the Nelson Mandela effect (Cognitive dissonance of an event felt by large quantities of human beings) may have in their subconsious state either (a) processed the events of their strip of perceivable time in their subconsious leading to the thought, but independantly
or (b) their subconsious drifted across to the universe on the same point on time's mobius strip at which the event was different.
There has been documentation where a man woke up to having a wife and kids when he fell asleep living alone, in the same house and bed. He promptly went to a psychiatrist and was found to be in a clear mental state
But all that being said, humans are wierd, time is indifferent, and we may all just be in a simulation following the laws of physics as we know them.
a final PSA. Intelligence is a curse. A curse we can use for good. But will always lead to knowledge we never wanted. Ignorance is bliss.
Welcome to the Foundation.
Stand By…
Ethics Committee Oversight Director William J Levander Presiding.
Jury consisting of 3 Ethics Comittee Site-Liaisons, 3 MTF Commanders, 2 Ethics Committee Trainees and Site-██ Director Zimmerman
Case #17-1973MAR18
Ethics Committee Internal Regulation vs Dr. S████ ████
Director Levander on Intercom
"State your name for the record."
"S████ ████, PhD"
"Are you aware why you are here, Doctor?"
"I have no idea, sir."
"Eight days ago, you were assigned to the observation of SCP-████, to include all Doctors and researchers assigned to that object. With special attention to the excessive use and subsequent death of D-Class Personnel. Is this true?"
"Yes sir, it is."
"So Doctor, do you feel like the loss of 600 lives per week for 'testing' is both sustainable and ethical for the site, let alone The Foundation on the whole?"
"…Director, I understand the large losses in my report seem excessive, but in order for the effect to manifest we require 120 or more living humans."
"Answer the question Doctor."
"I do not feel like it is sustainable for the site. But it may be sustainable to the Foundation"
"Very well. Are you in full control of your faculties at this time Doctor?"
"As much as anyone can gauge themselves sir."
"What are the expectations of Ethic's Committee Clearance?"
"To allow for absolute understanding of all documentation, and to assist or investigate Foundation core staff in any situation that may be otherwise impossible with lower clearance."
"Then please, explain your use of your heightened Committee clearance to make an emergency acquisition of D-Class personnel to 'contain' SCP-████, when no evidence that the gross loss of life will contain it at this point in time."
"I don't know sir."
"Were you pressured, black-mailed, or otherwise coerced into making that emergency acquisition?"
"No sir, I made that request of my own volition."
"It is my understanding that you were briefed on the cognitive effect of the object. Did you follow each and every portion of the containment procedures to the letter?"
"I did Director. I swear on my service to the Foundation."
"Then, that brings another question. Do you feel that the proposed procedures protected you from the effect, as quoted: "SCP-████ will within a period of 72 hours, convince all living beings sentient or otherwise who have seen the object to 'sacrifice what is cherished, but is not wanted' end quote?"
"No sir, I do not."
"Then finally, do you feel your actions and the subsequent containment breach of Site-██ were made in clarity of mind, without anomalous influence?"
"No sir. But I still hold the weight of the losses on my mind."
"Very well. Please remain in your seat until a decision has been made."
After all members of the jury had considered the facts of the case, and the 16 prior cases, it has been found that the doctors which were initially assigned, Dr. K████ and Dr. U████ were at fault for improper classification and documentation of anomalous effect. Verdicts by jury and Directors are as follows:
- MTF agents (4) Responsible for acquisition: Innocent due to time-frame of dispatch to return to site. (< 14 hours)
- Doctors (2) Assigned for initial classification: Guilty of Negligence, Cases sent to O5 Command.
- Researchers (4) assigned as assistants: Innocent due to absence in testing.
- Site-██ Security Guards (6) assigned to wing of site: Found Innocent Post-Mortem.
- Ethics Committee Observer (1): Innocent of breach, to be tried by Ethics Committee Peers upon return to home site.
Thank you to Grigorikarpin for Legal-tonality critique, will be updated soon™
Nemo iudex in causa sua
Stand By…
So Doctor, ready to see behind the curtain, behind the curtain?
Aliis si licet, tibi non licet
Wow. Soon™ feels like roughly 145 days. Been quite a year so far.
Back to it then.
You step out of the blast doors to a waiting helicopter. Not Foundation black, but an actual, commercial helicopter.
Heres a secret. I like legit like you, you are an awesome person. You can say whatever you want, be a pain in the butt. I haven't been able to really like a person for a hot minute.
You know the whole thing with my ex, and the fact I'm able to be open with you without being scared is amazing. You are calm cool and collected when you need to be and a complete goofball when you want. It's pretty amazing.
You are beautiful, and you are sharp, able to sing, and (scream in my ear at random intervals). I know you have gone through lots of trauma in the past, but all and all, I want to be there for you for whatever you need.
We are a pretty dope team, the only thing we need to work on is watching the kids, because we have one chip a tooth and get stitches, and the other two get shot in a cave.
But no matter what, I'll still be the one to get you that that revive. As long as you want it.
You know who you are.
For those of you who happened upon this, you know this isn't for you. But for that one amazing gem of a person, I look forward to you finding this, with guidance or not.
Stand By…
Transcript of 'Nuclear Physics 102' with the person formerly identified as SCP-XXXX-A, Approved as a _probationary_ researcher due to consistent positive disposition of Foundation and adherence to strict regulations placed on him while still classified as XXXX-A by directive of Ethics Committee.
Good-Morning class! My name is Jecht Arron Alchest, but for ease of attention and class room environment, you can call me, 'Petty-officer Alchest', or 'MMN2' also because I'm not fully a researcher yet. In adherence to Naval Nuclear Power Training Command doctrine, I will repeat all questions back to you for clarification of the question. Any questions? Yes Dr Terrace?
'Every single question?' is that your question? Yes, and I will always do that while we are in the standard standing teacher, sitting student dynamic. Any course work will be in the informal direct answer unless the question should be directed to the class on the whole. Any more questions? Oh, come on Researcher Charles, I know that look, whats your question?
'How long will this class last?' is that your question? Well, at NNPTC, a course lasts between 2 to 4 weeks. Individual classes reduced to 2 hours maximum, with Exams at minimum of 45 minutes, and finals 4 hours. So given a couple full days, I can get you to the minimum knowledge required to understand nuclear physics, so that you may begin to understand anomalous physics in whichever Sites, MTF, NTF, or ATF you end up in. Any other questions?
Alrighty, this brings me to a hidden aspect, if you fall asleep, I will ask you to stand up, and stand at the podiums in the back. But… Agent what-is-it, ah, BAILEY! What is the most common form of radiation we have on earth? … No, its not Chernobyl, but if everyone gets though the course quick I can tell you why good ol' Cherno' failed. Please stand at the podium in the back, Agent Bailey.
Back to it. On your desks you will find one paper printout of a Mollier diagram and three different Technical manuals, which should be one Reactor Compartment, one Secondary System, and one Chemical, Biological, and Radio-logical Fundamentals.
This is gonna be streamlined as much I can without any loss of understanding. The exams on Friday will require above a 2.8 on a 4.0 scale. Now, pull out that Secondary system book, that's the one with the stainless steel and black poly-carbonate cover, and that Mollier diagram, that's the paper Bailey. Lets see where the school funding went in your respective countries.
So the hot rock makes the water hot, and hot water makes what? … Simple state conversion folks … Yes Researcher Philips? …
Stand By…
Someone has to look over the Foundation's actions, sadly we become so desensitized to it all, thats why O5 placed the Ethics Committee into the position it is in.
Ad Vigilate Speculatores
Stand By…
No, Dr. Bright. We will not be sampling your egg nog.
Stand By…
It is our understanding commander, that you don't want to be placed back in society…
It was my 30th anniversary of joining an MTF. Facing horrors unlike anything I have had to deal with throughout those years, smiling faces, cake, and people not in any immediate danger.
White coats on the researchers I had dragged out of rubble, no, doctors now.
Children I had become godfather over for saving their parents.
We are out on the surface, in a normal office with windows, a chilly autumn afternoon.
But their eyes on me are suffocating.
I feel laid bare without my vest.
Deaf without my headset.
Restless without my side-arm.
But you are never to let that show. Close crop hair cut, 52 years to wear on my face and eyes to see past any eldritch god, machine worshiping zealot or maliciously polite businessman.
Why am I intimidated by being free to live the remainder my life on some farm in rural America? Sail off to somewhere in the Caribbean with the only worry is the shuffleboard game, or Canasta for lord's sake.
The old site director wove (as well as he could with a cane) through the crowd. Ugly sweater-vest and facial hair that finally was allowed to cover the lines in his face. Feels like yesterday I had to drag him out of some godforsaken group of gears, by his collar, him having a tantrum the whole way. His leg looks great considering.
Stand By…
Why do you think most Foundation staff believe we don't do anything? Any guesses?
Stand By…
Results of case 16-04██19██: 2 Ethics Committee Investigators reported deceased. Suspect apprehended at Site-██ gate after alarm had been raised. Subsequent review of surveillance tapes show suspect withdrawing a hidden firearm, placing 8 rounds in the chest of Dr. W█████████ and 1 in the head of Dr. G█████ during interrogation. Upon subject leaving the sound proofed interrogation room, 1█ minutes elapsed prior to the arrival of a Site Security Manager (SSM) X█████ J██████ on standard patrol of site. SSM called for a lockdown preventing escape of suspect…
Director Richardson looked away from the overly redacted Foundation report placed on his desk into the eyes of his abnormally calm Lead Investigator Dumas. "What would you have me do, Dumas?"
"Seems as though there is a need for our own team, Director. It isn't all pretty clearances and flashing the seal anymore."
"I know you Dumas. You wouldn't specifically hand deliver something like this unless you had some form of plan already in it's final draft. Give me the options."
Director Richardson pulls out his cigarette case and lights one, placing it in his desk-mounted ashtray.
"You got till its gone Dumas."
"Director, I have 3 options that are prepared. First option: Ensure all Investigators are at minimum given ballistic vests, and ordered to maintain them outside of the HQ."
"I don't even enjoy wearing the standard lab-coat on site, let alone anything easily 80 times the weight. Next option."
"Second Option: Full mandatory self-defense classes and firearm training for all Ethics Committee Personnel, issuance of standard guard issue sidearms."
"Sure Dumas. Lets add more guns in closed rooms with people, both standard Foundation and Committee personnel, that have been around death, reality benders, and god knows what else, on personnel who recently received firearms training…"
Lead Investigator Dumas grinned. 'Anything you say can and will be used against you' in the creases of his face.
"Sir, if I may interject. I don't have much time." Dumas gestures to the last tenth of the cigarette. The Director takes a long drag. "Option 3: Why don't we offer MTF members with good records the option for a less risky position, with better pay?"
"You left that for last to pull my reservations."
"Director, you are always more reasonable after a cigarette, sir."
"The MTF vets would be versed in containment of anomalies, trigger disipline under high stress, and would not let go of that weapon in the event of O5 Telling him as such. What would we call this team, Dumas. The 'A' Team? Dumas's Heros?
"I was thinking on that. I overheard that new researcher-turned-secretary ask someone why the MTF all had Greek letter designations… Why not Latin characters. So I'll have the prospective dossier's on your desk tomorrow."
"Didn't answer the question, Dumas."
"No, I didn't. But you chose option three right?" Lead Inspector Dumas begins to walk out.
"Yes, and where are you going?"
"To look for talent, sir."
A four inch thick black binder was on Director Richardson's desk the following morning, with a sticky-note reading, "Ethics Security Force-Ash-1 (ETF-Æ-1)" placed on the front.
"Why did I promote that asshole?"
The Director lights another cigarette.
Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum
Stand By…
Mass Investigation Committee Data Form Rev. 3
Site: 19
Director: Dr. Jack Bright
Date: 1995/11/23
Type: General Investigation Suspected Incursion
Special Notes/Requisitions: Request for a large armed force, considering prior unannounced visits to Site-19 had led to 35 deaths in total. Ballistic Vests for all members, and at least 2 SRA's for use in case of any active breach, intended or otherwise.
Senior Investigator/Director Approval: GRANTED
Committee Council Decision:[1995/11/23;07:45] DENIED AS STANDING, APPROVED WITH MODIFICATIONS
Council Notes: Suspected incursion/infiltration by multiple groups of interest. Granted use of ESF-Æ-1. All personnel will have at minimum, full combat fatigues, and weapon of proficiency. ESF-Æ-1 Approved for Advanced Humanoid and Anomaly Battle suits. Ethics Committee Seal shall remain off. All other equipment will be retrieved from Requisitions. Cover Story: Foundation O5-1 Security Detail, ensuring site safety prior to visit. Ethics Committee Liaisons from Site-19 informed of decision. Sister site Liaisons also informed of all quiet order. Mission start time [09:00]
By Unified Committee Directive:
Former Commanders Joesph Riggin and Valerie Callaghan, this message is only visible to you. DO NOT INFORM ANYONE OF THIS MESSAGE
You both have been chosen for a black operation, there is an experiment going on underneath Site-19 that goes against proper ethics, the established veil, and has warranted an immediate response. If additional understanding is needed, place OMEGA-K-00010 into any Ethics Committee terminal.We are relying on you. Godspeed.
-Ethics Committee High Table
"Here is the result, sir."
Lead Investigator Trevor Bailey and his assigned Observer Jessica Alveros stare wide eyed at the result of the Committee Council. Alveros was the first to break the silence.
"So, what's the plan here?"
"Looks like we need to go to the ESF Barracks. No backing out now, clocks ticking."
Their footsteps echo though the black marble hallways of EC HQ.
[07:55]
"Bailey!~ You stud, you have't been round in months and you bring a young lady 'long with you? I'm so proud of my boy." The grizzled all-father of a man bellowed the moment the pair steps out of the elevator.
"Oh shut it, Riggin. I came down for poker night a week ago. Observer Alveros, Former MTF Epsilon-11 Commander Riggin. Please play nice."
As they walk up, Riggin's expression changes from jolly friendship, to grim determination. "Aye, so not a personal visit eh." Riggins eyes are on the document held firmly in Bailey's hand.
"I'm afraid not Commander. But this will be what? The 4th time? Going in to something we aren't prepared for."
"Yeah, yeah, save it for your memoirs." He holds up 5 fingers where only Alveros can see. She stifles a laugh. He gestures to the table. "Let's see what you got for me today."
"Hate to burst your bubble Riggin, but its not just you." Investigator and Observer both sit. Bailey slides the paper. "Its all of Ash-1."
"I'll be damned. Alright. Follow me then." He makes a whistle. Heads pop out along the hallway. "We got a job ladies and gents. All hands to the war-room!"
[08:06]
A long ebony table with gold engraving and 12 leather chairs each filled with a former commander of assorted Mobile Task Forces. Projector Screen shows the verdict of the committee. Investigator Bailey and Observer Alveros are sitting in the guest chairs off the side.
"AHAB's huh? That will be fun. Wonder if they got the chafing issue handled." Former Phi-7 Commander Huges wondered.
"Alright lad's any questions?"
"Who is taking lead of this one Rig?" Bailey muses.
"I was thinking miss Callaghan, her being those Iota-10 people."
She looks away from the projector. "Thank you Commander Riggin."
"Oh, please, I know we don't have direct ranks yet miss Callaghan, but we definitely don' have our old Commander ranks." A very excited hand suddenly was raised from the back of the table. "Ye' Mista Goodenough?"
"So, It says we don't have to wear the Ethics Committee sigil, right?"
"It says we can't wear it, Goodenough." Riggin asserts.
"Does that mean we can wear our old MTF sigils? I miss my hammer." Goodenough lowers his hand.
A handful of sighs, then sudden realization occurs.
"I'd say that's up to miss Callaghan."
"I don't see why not Commander Goodenough. Show us those Nu-7 colors."
[08:42]
4 Black Foundation Humvees roll through Site-19's Gate.
"Thats not GOC fatigues, thank god, nor is it MTF combat gear… Who in the [Expletive Deleted] are these guys?!?"
"I saw the MTF Designs on them, but they were all different."
"Just call up the site. They will know what to do."
"On it…"
[08:47]
"Director Bright I presume?" Bailey walked forward first.
Alveros Called for a rank and file inspection while Bailey was intent on seeing, rather feeling out, Dr. Bright.
Bright, currently inhabiting the body of a 205cm tall Caucasian man of Russian decent. SCP-963 worn not unlike a tie, around a way too small dress shirt with labcoat open undoubtedly as he likely could not button it. "Yes, and I believe you are the detail for O5-1's visit?"
"Yes sir, a commander of each task force approved by O5-1."
"So what's with the 'Iron-Man' suits?"
"All due respect Director, this site tends to have, issues, with breaches."
Director Bright sighs. "I know."
Alveros, satisfied with ESF-Æ-1 all being fully suited and prepared, returns to Bailey.
"I believe we are to escort you to your office Director."
"Then follow me. When we get there, don't touch anything."
[08:55]
Audio Feed Initiated.
"Alright lads and ladies, Epsilon-11 good. Honors Commander?"
"Thank you, Riggin. Iota-10 good, requesting coms check." All commanders sound off their respective MTF Callsigns. "Alrighty. Six teams of 2. Nu-7 and Ep'-9, Heavy Containment if anything goes side ways go loud. Zeta-9 and Lam'-5 Hallway patrols, anything iffy you will know first, we will know second. Ep'-6 and Gam'-13 get ahold of the guard watch-bill while holding the gate. Lam'-12 and Mu-13 Light Containment, Between bugs and ghosts you shouldn't be afraid of anything. Rho-9 and Psi-7 hit the offices, see what we can find out there, and get into the mainframe if you can. Ep'-11 and Iota-10 are going dark. Call sign will ping us, but try not to. Dismissed."
>Access Ash-1
>ACCESS: EC HQ ASH-1
Welcome Directors.
Please issue next command.
>Innitate Video Feed; E-11, I-10
>ACCESS: VID FEED; E-11, I-10
Please stand by.
[08:59]
Two screens displaying the view of Iota-10 and Epsilon-11. Both look at each other, nod, and hit a button on the helmet, preventing ease-dropping.
"HQ you read?" I-10 requested.
"We read you."
"Alright, we are on route, but I got a question for you HQ."
"Go ahead, E-11"
"Why the extra cloak and dagger here? And how the hell did all this happen?"
"You understand that your clearance is a level, and not a need to know?
"Yes but, damn it, it feels like you are making Bailey your fall-guy. He was even up for his promotion by Director Dumas!"
"This does not concern you E-11, however, that being said, what you are going to find will help explain the urgency of which this operation requires."
Riggin remains silent at this.
"Proceed to the main elevator."
"Yes Sir."
AFTER ACTION REPORT
ESF-Æ-1: Minor Injuries. All Returned to base.
Site Director: Deceased, Revived.
Lead Investigator: No Injury. Denied Leave Offer.
Observer: Minor Psychological Trauma. Accepted offer of 1 week leave.
During investigation, Æ-1 members found multiple failures in containment, embedded members of the GOI Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. within Site-19 Personnel, and embedded GOC in guard barracks. MCD personnel were discovered by high quality of clothing out of place with many Researchers and Doctors present. GOC members had their fatigues in the lockers, as though they had present for an extended period of time. A general climate of apathy and ignorance was present on all staff and embedded GOI members. Further inspection and questioning led to the re-containment of Anomalous Item - 35432 (False Hydra Bell). Which was found in contact with the frame of its containment cell, persisting its effect across the site. Re-containment allowed Dr. Bright's 'New Secretary' (GOC) to realize her mission, preceding to discharge 3 rounds into Dr. Bright. Lieutenant commander of GOC was then apprehended by Lead Investigator Bailey. All EC Assets returned to HQ without major incident. Total time of mission: 1 Hour and 37 minutes.
WE NEED MORE JUICE JECHT. WHERE IS THE ACTION? Gosh golly gee, Karpin, you are right.
[12:06]
Bailey sinks into his chair. His over organized office seems so empty, cold. He boots up his terminal.
<@> Hello Dr. Bailey.
"The fuck?"
<@> It would appear you have been lied to via omission.
<@> We understand that you are no longer under Foundation jurisdiction, however, we also feel that you should know of the orchestration you were just apart of.
A cold chill creeps up his spine. His gut knew it.
<tbaileyEC> Alright. You have my interest piqued. I assume, O5? Not many people speak in the 'we' designation.
<@> Astute. Attached is an inoculation. Standard memetic with modifications. We recommend you have a word with your Directors after reviewing your documentation.
From the desk of the Overseer Council
The gap in the door is a separate reality. The only me is me, are you sure the only you is you?
Be sure to scour all documentation.
-O5-1, O5-2, and O5-3
<tbaileyEC> Anything else I should know?
<tbaileyEC> Hello?
He takes his now unfamiliar paperwork along with him. Questions on his mind and determination in his step.
[12:09]
Director Dumas sits in his chair, waiting for the kill agent to appear on his terminal. Or maybe an armed strike force to bust through his door.
"DUMAS, What the FUCK did you do."
Well. He didn't expect Bailey to be the last person he saw, but O5 is O5.
"Come on in." Bailey enters. "Whatever do you mean, Bailey?"
"What is this shit, on the after action report, and especially my initial investigation proposal?"
"What it looks like, is that we need to take a walk."
"Please."
Dumas activates the intercom on the desk. "Emergency council meeting. 15 minutes." a pause.
"All members accept, Director Dumas."
"Lets go."
[12:20]
The hallways seem so empty, footsteps echoing with much more force than usual, maybe he was just imagining it. "So… Sorry about that, I just-"
"Shut up. No talk in these hallways. Especially not that."
They approach a giant security door, inlaid near seamlessly with the wall of the hallway. Director Dumas places his hand on the wall.
"Welcome Director! All other members are already in attendance!"
"Oh great." The security door raises up. A grand court room, not unlike a black and white version of the US Senate floor. "Go to my seat, I'll be right behind you." Director Dumas walks up to the podium. "Request to show Lead Investigator Trevor Bailey PhD, the entirety of the data from his mission."
"Seconded" Director Blake from Information Tech wing said without hesitation.
"All For?" All 18 hands Raised.
"Any Against?" None. "Alright." A giant screen lights up behind Director Dumas.
INVESTIGATION INTO O5-4
Case: Dammerung, OMEGA-K-00010
Accused: O5-4
Proposed Action: Direct Intervention and Neutralization of Object 3448
Decision: Unanimous Approval (19 to 0)
Investigator(s) Assigned: Trevor Bailey, Jessica Alveros
MTF Requisitioned: ESF-Æ-1
Type: Veiled Black Operation
Fully Briefed Operatives: Michael Riggin, Valarie Callaghan.
Objective: Neutralization of Object 3448, Lethal force authorized but discouraged.
Mission: Successful.
See Video Feeds?
[08:00]
E-11: "Yes, Sir."
[08:03] Team Disperses, Offices team gets to position first. R-9 and P-7 begin requesting ID cards from all personnel. A group of 'researchers' come though toward the end of the line. First hands his ID card.
R-9: "That's a damn fine suit. Are you going for a promotion or something?"
Researcher: "Why yes sir, I've been here for a year without any upward promotion."
P-7: "Then how exactly did you afford an Armani suit on researcher pay? I remember only eating ramen on researcher pay."
The Researcher's expression freezes. The two others behind him begin to pull something from their designer lab coats.
R-9: "Figures. 'School of Hard Knocks' graduates." R-9 brings his armored forearm down on the head of the 'researcher,' P-7 levels his rifle on the other two.
P-7: "So are you going to freeze, or do I have to stain an Armani with blood?"
R-9: *To Z-9 and L-5* "I got 3 MCD creeps here for you. Moving to mainframe."[08:06] Guard barracks, E-6 and G-13 engage with non-lethal armaments upon discovery of GOC. Hallway Patrol remains in a cycle, Assisting in collection of subdued GOI personnel. Multiple shots fired at Æ-1 units. None penetrate AHAB Suits.
E-6: "What did we just walk into?"
G-13: "I mean, I cant say I haven't fantasized about getting a GOC Commander in my bed, but it doesn't seem all that romantic anymore."
Heavy caliber rounds ring out and ping off of E-6.
E-6: "HEY! THIS IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR LIFE!"
E-6 moves to subdue GOC-3
Incoherent babbling is heard from GOC-3
G-13: "I can watch this all day."[08:15]Light Containment, L-12 and M-13, after replacing Anomalous item 35432 (False Hydra Bell) within sound gelatin. Begin moving though passageways. M-13 is humming the theme to 'Ghost Busters'
L-12: "Is this an all the time thing for you?"
M-13: "Depends. Who are you gonna call?"
L-12: "Wait."
Audible scratching on feed. Followed by unknown vocalizations.
L-12: "Centipede. They had to keep one. Activate your rebreather."
M-13: "Done and done."[08:16]Heavy Containment, N-7 and E-9, Activate Ease-drop silencer and step silencer functions of AHAB suits.
E-9: "I swear if its a 049-2 swarm down here, I'm going to shut this door and walk away."
N-7: "But, it will be like Call of Duty!"
E-9: "Your enthusiasm is as infuriating as always, Goodenough."
E-9 swipes his keycard. Heavy Containment door slides open. An instance of SCP-939 (Later found to be SCP-939-103) Ran through the open door, sensing to see who opened the door while vocalizing, "Is anyone there?"
E-9 moves slowly to his belt, carefully lifting a fragmentation grenade, and tossed it back through the door. Causing SCP-939-103 to run back though the gate, in pursuit of the sound, prior to gate closing.
E-9: *to all channels* "Heavy Containment is a loss, 939 running free, requesting backup where available.
N-7: "That was the hell hound!"
E-9: "Jesus Christ."[08:16]Site Main Elevator. E-11 and I-10 swiped 05 Keycard and entered -3448 in the keypad. Elevator begins descending.
I-10: "So, seeing from the other feeds, what kind of chess game are we getting into?"
HQ: "One that we came 4 moves behind, apparently."
Elevator halts abruptly. Dropping I-10 to the floor.
E-11: "This is not our stop. HQ, what is the safe drop distance for these suits?"
HQ: "… 130 Meters with no damage to personnel."
E-11: "How about assisted drop?"
HQ: "We do not follow. Explain?"
E-11: "The explanation doesn't concern you HQ. However, given the urgency, I will show you. I-10, follow me."
E-11 blasts open the maintainance hatch of the elevator with his under-barrel 'Masterkey' and proceeds out and descends via elevator cable, I-10 follows shortly after.
Several minutes of decent pass and the elevator door comes into view.
E-11: "Last Stop. Men's wear, and questionable orders!"
I-10 begins laughing.
HQ: "Point made, Commander Riggin."
E-11: "Who is that? He sounds like a swell guy." E-11 places a breaching charge. "Clear?"
I-10: "Clear."[08:20] Office Team arrives at Site-19 Mainframe, R-9 and P-7 begin accessing two terminals.
R-9: "HQ, What are we looking for in here?"
HQ: "Video Feed, behind some 05 level encryption. You'll know it when you see it."
P-7: "Is it an explosion blowing elevator doors open? Oh hey, Its Epsilon-11!"
HQ: "…Yes, Clear and scramble everything along that network node."
R-9: "Awww.. Why can't we watch?"
P-7 : "Done HQ."
E-9: *to all channels* "Heavy Containment is a loss, 939 running free, requesting backup where available.
P-7: "You heard the man, someone let the dogs out."
P-7: *to E-9* "P-7 and R-9 en-route."[08:22] Site Main elevator. E-11 and I-10 Walk through the newly renovated elevator door. A security door stands defiant to the remains of elevator door blasted at it.
E-11: "HQ, Path to target?"
HQ: "According to extracted data from P-7, 3 security doors forward, and then its the O5 Door on the left."
I-10: "Thank you HQ. E-11, Activate rebreather."
E-11: "Good plan. Smells a little 008 in here." Both activate rebreather functions.
I-10: "If we can get it with a keycard, go quiet."
E-11: "Roger."[08:25] Keycard was accepted. E-11 and I-10 activate step silencer function of AHAB suits, then attach silencers to their rifles. Both proceed though the final security doors and arrive at the "CLEARANCE BY O5 OR DESIGNEES ONLY"
I-10: "Age before beauty."
E-11: "Yeah, yeah." E-11 swipes the keycard. Door hisses open. E-11 Deactivates Ease drop silencer. Two Doctors stare aghast at the pair.
E-11: "Dr. Young and Michaels I presume?" They both nod, "O5-1 has made the decision that you are to be reassigned. Please exit to the elevator, and await extraction." The doctors hurry out.
I-10: "That was easy." I-10 and E-11 begin placing charges about the assembly.
E-11: "Don't jinx it."[08:31] Office Team and Heavy Containment Team, Currently trying to pry SCP-939-103 off of the arm of R-9.
R-9: "HEY IM NOT A CHEW TOY, I AM A COMPUTER SCIENCE MAJOR"
E-9: "Hey Techie, did you forget your silencers?"
R-9: "FUCKING MAYBE! SHOOT IT"
E-9: "With the flame thrower? HQ, is that advisable?"
HQ: "More than Nu-7's grenade launcher plan. Your suits can withstand 1000C for 3 seconds."
E-9: "Alright." E-9 Begins to ignite R-7's arm. SCP-939-103 retreats, likely to seek more water to regain water volume.
R-9: "Never again." R-9 activates all silencer functions. "Lets put these dogs away please?"
P-7: "Aww, but you two were bonding, it was adorable." Teams move to contain the remaining SCP-939 instances.
HQ *to all channels* "Upon re-containment of site, rendezvous at Site-19 main elevator at time 09:30"[08:47] Hallway team, approaching Director Bright's office. Notice a very toned secretary pull out a Colt .45ACP Side arm and walks into the office.
Z-9: "Oh shit. Move."
L-5: "Roger."[08:48] Director Bright's office. Bright sipping from a coffee cup. Bailey and Alveros sitting asking about recent breaches.
Bright: "I don't understand what's the vector, no matter the level of security, or procedures in place, some breach happens. And I wake up in a new body!" Bright finishes his coffee. Ringing his secretary via desk intercom. "Tabitha, could you bring me some more coffee please?"
Bailey: "I understand your confusion Director, but this is most unusual."
Alveros: "Is there any new acquisition or staff that could be affecting this? Perhaps a change in-"
*Gunshot*
Alveros: "…command…"
GOC-4 Is growling and screaming incoherently as Z-9 and L-5 subdue her.
Z-9: "Sorry we were 30 seconds late."
L-5: "Its Bright right?"
Bailey: "Was… was Bright.."
L-5: "We can put him on one of the MCD guys, it will be fine."
Alveros: "What? He's DEAD!"
L-5: "Ma'am. Trust me."
Z-9: I'll grab Bright, hail up G-13 and E-6 and stop them from fantasizing.
G-13: "YOU HEARD THAT!?"
Z-9: "No, not in the slightest."[08:50] Site Main elevator shaft, E-11 presses the Up button.
I-10: "Its not gonna work."
Site Elevator: "Going down"
E-11 Looks at I-10
I-10: "Don't say it."[09:25] Site Main Access Corridor, Level 1, ESF-Æ-1 Members all present except E-11 and I-10. Lead Investigator Bailey holding Observer Alveros, who is currently vomiting on the floor. Site Elevator announces arrival. Opens to 2 Doctors and 2 remaining ESF Personnel.
E-11: "That was fun! Oh, what's wrong with you Alveros?"
Bailey: "Well, Director Bright needs a new head."
L-5: "Body."
E-11: "How about those MCD guys?"
Z-9: "Fine." Z-9 Places the unconscious hand of the MCD 'researcher' on SCP-963.
Bright: "Damn it. I didn't think it would have been her!"
I-10: "Well, Director Bright, It seems like the level of breach that this place was allowing is on par with normal specifications. We have taken the liberty of clearing up the insurgents. O5-1 will not be visiting."
Bright: "Oh thank goodness. Wait, is this Armani?"
P-7: "Yes Director it is, I made specific care to prevent it from being stained."
Bright: "Thank you!"
Bailey: "Everyone, file out, I've had enough Site-19 for the remainder of my career."
ESF-Æ-1: *In unison* "Yes Sir!"
[13:55]
Bailey turns to his director. "So what happens now?"
"Well, its my understanding that O5-1, O5-2, and O5-3 Recommended you for a position on the council. Is that correct Director Blake?"
"Yes, I allowed the proxy through as requested. However, I did not know the recipient."
"Admittedly," Dumas' voice hitched. Like he was about to tear up. "I expected it to be a kill agent, intended for myself. However, in any event, I knew who my successor was to be either way."
Bailey stood up. Infuriated, confused and scared. Like a 4-year old that has never been sung 'Happy Birthday' to before. "I can't handle this. This was a shit-show!"
"I disagree. You were more prepared to find out the truth than I. Even as you screamed though my sound proofed door. Do you remember what you were told when you were informed of your appointment to the committee?"
Bailey looked at the memetically hidden orders in the documentation. "You don't have a choice in joining the Committee."
"None of us did. Just like the Foundation never had a choice in being regulated by the Committee." Dumas places his hand on Bailey's shoulder. "Anything you need, Director?"
"No, Dumas. Dismissed."
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