Once upon a time, there was an eagle. Regal, strong and powerful. He styled himself as the protector of the valley, and all of the vast wealth it contained. For years he flew over his valley home, watching all in his realm with a unwavering eye. Challengers came and challengers went, with no pretenders to his realm surviving a duel without missing feathers and broken wings.
Then, over the horizon, came a dark, thuggish challenger. His claws were sharper than the strongest sword, and his wings mightier than the northern winds. The Eagle rose to face this new foe, and their battle raged for fifty sunsets, through wind and rain, neither truly ever gaining an upper hand on his foe.
//On a weak summer morning, the Eagle again lifted one of his mighty talons to rush at his
The first chick was akin to it's father, quick and bright like even the mightiest warrior. He was made the challenger's right hand, kept on a tight lead as not to escape. Then the challenger moved to the second chick He was not smart like the first, but he was strong, and had bountiful energy with a rebellious streak wider than even the largest mountain. The challenger put him to work, toiling in the fields and breaking his spirit. Finally, the challenger turned to the youngest chick, and trained him to go to war against the rising sun itself.
Bold New World
One particular Foundation researcher gulped down as Site Director Eman stared him down. His name was Dr. Gregg Harolds, a moniker so drab and lifeless that he almost deserved it. His sausage-like fingers fiddled with each other in his lab coat pocket, and he felt the urge to dab the sweat off his quietly retreating hairline. He tried to look away, his eyes migrating constantly to another one of Director Eman's useless knickknacks covering her office. The Director, if you couldn't tell, was unimpressed.
"Afternoon, Harolds. I brought you in here to discuss your role in the Site-15 containment breach. Now, there's been a bit of an investigation started up and we're-"
"I swear! It wasn't what it looked like! She- she, seduced me! That bi-"
Gregg blurted out his words before Eman simply raised a finger, wordlessly ending his tirade. Now, he may have sputtered out a few unintentional words under his breath, but that's neither here nor there at the moment. Wouldn't have helped him either way.
"Harolds, you don't need to say anything. We have your ID card, we've looked over the footage and we even found the condom you so graciously dropped in 2085-A1's containment cell. It was exactly what it looked like."
"I, uh-"
Eman gazed at her subordinate with a look of sullen apathy, hiding her real desires to get this sniveling creep out of her office and do something without other people, hopefully, paperwork.
"Hey, can be frank with you? Not going to sugarcoat this one, but you directly set off a chain of events which ended in two skips breaching containment, the break-in at Area-08, the hijacking and destruction of a Foundation shuttle, and the fact that now Joe Shmoe can find the blueprints to an anomalous spaceship on Google, all by thinking you could be sneaky and sleep with a catgirl. Which, I might add, is already against protocol and generally really creepy."
"Well, if you say it like that it probably sounds worse then it actually is…"
Gregg's left hand still fidgets in his pocket, his fingers longing for the days where some clearance card would be in between them, shifting and sliding rigidly. Eman inhaled, shut her eyes for a brief moment then lay down her sentence.
"Harolds. You're fired. please pack up your things and report to Sector 4 for mandatory amnestization."
Gregg quivered slightly, then turned his head and left. Site Director Eman turned away, looking out the window and out onto the Atlantic Ocean. The sun shone down, and you can almost hear the beaming chimes of uncertainty and optimism shining down along with it. This was going to be a new Foundation, a better one. This time around.
Project #: SPC-4479
Selachian Pugnātorial Capabilities: Due to the object’s use in decreasing Centre casualties, SPC-4479 is currently used as a method to ensure docility within local selachian populations, therefore increasing both the amount and efficacy of executed pummelling. Further knowledge on SPC-4479’s operation and holding are restricted to Radical-Class personnel, as well as members of Marine Fighting Team θ-19 (“God Hates Fish”).
Experimentation into SPC-4479’s potency on non-selachian entities are currently ongoing.
Project Component(s):
[The counterpart for Description. The most notable difference would be that the Centre is more willing to combine anomalies together for a single project. Be clear and list out the various components of the project in question, and why the Centre is interested in them. Of course, not every component has to be anomalous. Some can be mundane everyday tools, repurposed for the Centre's goals. Heck, there can be projects with no anomalous objects as components.]
Augmentation Summary: [Not all anomalies are intended to deal with Selachian entities. Here, the Centre will detail what they did to the anomalies acquired to make it compatible with the Centre's objectives. Feel free to go into detail what the Centre did.]
Enhancement Summary:[Some things are already well suited to pummeling Selechian entities. Here the Centre will detail what they have done to improve or enhance the effectiveness of a pugnātorial project. SPC projects may have both an Augmentation Summary and an Enhancement Summary (in cases where the project was first modified to fit the Centre's objectives and then later improved) or just one or the other.]
Deployment Record: Following a series of successful initial field tests, SPC-4479 was deemed a Bodacious-Class extranormal object. Due to this reclassification, the Cowabunga Council inquired on the capabilities of SPC-4479 in large-scale selachian pugilism, and requested a personal presentation to assess the anomaly. A full transcription of the presentation is available for access below.
Following the Committee’s ruling, SPC-4479 was deemed Bodacious enough to warrant proper field testing. Execution of the testing was assigned to Marine Fighting Team θ-19, a two-man defence squad specializing in the pummelling of large scale selachian entities. An abbreviated version of θ-19‘s transcribed testing logs is available.
Designation: Field Test.01
Enemy: Caribbean Reef Shark
Results: Enemy ceased retreating and slowly approached Agent Leung, who delivered an uppercut to its rightful place on the selachian bastard’s face. Incident deemed a Radical-Class event.
Notes:
Designation: Field Test.04
Enemy: Tiger Shark
Results:
Notes:
Immediately preceding Field Test.056, θ-19 Agent Rainier Fenton requested the ceasement of SPC-4479, claiming a lapse in morale among members following the usage of SPC-4479.
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