The Tragedy of Korra

DIRECTOR NAKAMURA's NOTICE:
The following document, a "draft article" was submitted by GOI-5917 "The Wandsmen". What response should be made, if any, to their request for a comment is being examined carefully by the O5 Council.

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Article Written 2020-03-12. Third Wandsmen of Pikaffe Reporting.

The city of Chesnar is a vibrant, bustling place. The native Korrans, a reptilian species with a talent for phytomorphic magic. Build their homes into the sides of massive trees which can house over two million Korrans while leaving their building materials quite unharmed.

Korrans clamber up and down the tree sides to reach their fellows or their appointments quite commonly, being excellent climbers. As for me, I was very grateful for my wings as I navigated the shops and plazas.

It is inside a nook carved into the great tree of Chesnar's East District that I met with Professor Synix Blue, Head librarian of Chesnar University and veteran of the Foundation war.

Her nook shows little sign of military bravado, with the ironwood armor plating that I saw proudly displayed by many Korran Veterans absent from her walls. The only real sign of the conflict in the cheery space covered in books and lit by her home grown lightshrooms, is the slight clicking noise from Professor Blue's prosthetic foreclaw as she makes her way about her kitchen.

"It doesn't bother me." she says when asked. "Besides, it gives me an opportunity to practice my shaping. I never was very good at it."

Indeed, rather than specializing in her innate phytomorphic magic, professor Synix's training as a linguist made her crucial during the conflict, when factions of the human race clashed over the fate of her home.

"I served as a translator in the 3rd Chesnari Batallion" She tells me, "I acted as liason between our sister team in the Serpent's Hand and our unit's commander. It was an odd job, but a rewarding one. The humans I met were fascinating, and they saved my life more than once."

During the conflict, a large group of humans and other species from the Serpent's Hand banded together with the Korrans to repel the invading SCP Foundation. It was through a Serpent's Hand Community Organizer (who wishes to remain anonymous so as to avoid persecution on Earth), that brought me to the Professor in the first place.

"I'm glad to hear they're doing well." Synix notes, "My war ended and theirs didn't… It's funny, there's so many politicians and writers who keep hammering down on humanity at large when it's obvious that there are a lot of humans who cared enough about us to lay down their lives. I don't know what the Foundation Wars are like on Earth, but they can't be pleasant."

When asked how she feels about the treaty, and the Foundation guards that still patrol the dimensional gates between Korra and Earth, her expression sours somewhat.

"The Treaty Chancellor Orange made saved a lot of lives. There's no way I can fault him for agreeing to it, but the Foundation guards…"

She shakes her head. "I can't understand what they're thinking. And I've really tried. Their world is literally worse off with us isolated after all. I still meet with the guards sometimes. I'm not a soldier anymore, but I'm one of the few people who speak their language without resorting to thought speech and I've been hired here and there to be a go-between. They're… stiff. I understand regimented structures, but the border guards say exactly what they need to say and then shut you out. They're nothing like the other humans I worked with."

The Foundation appears to have a religious belief that they are the chosen few who are able to interact with certain aspects of reality and all others of their species must be forced to live in a very narrow band of existence. What research I could dig up on Earth itself suggests that it is an extremely dangerous place with many dangerous realities and entities encroaching upon it constantly several sociologists I've spoken to suggest that the harsh "Climate" and history of the Earth has lead to the formation of the Foundation as a defensive reaction, and the fact that people are able to live there at all is a testament that it has succeeded at least in part.

As I fly up to the top of the canopy, warmed by the Kralla berry pie in my stomach and the kind blue glow of the Professor as I took my leave, I can't help but wonder what explains it all.

Wars have been fought over less of course, but when I look out from the tree tops to see how much of the Great Forrest has been burnt to ash and I feel the uncomfortable tingle of distant irradiation on my feathers I can't help but think: Why?

I reached out to the Guards at the Border for their perspective of course, but they simply turned me away. I've tried other methods to reach out and so far every "Site Director" I've tried to speak to has responded to my letters with silence.

I knew the basics of course, but I couldn't help but long for their side of the story. Even if I judged them monsters, then at least I would understand.

It is the tragedy of the multiverse that some people's actions are beyond your comprehension.

The people of the Foundation's are far beyond mine.

Revised Classification 2: 2020-02-05

CAPTION-GOES-HERE

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First Classification Revision: 2019-05-12

CAPTION-GOES-HERE

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Addendum:

Initial Classification: 2018-09-11

CAPTION-GOES-HERE

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

Description:

Request From Agent Sharpe:
I have observed an incident where one of the specimens breathed heavily on the plastic walls of its containment chamber and began making patterns in the condensation that resemble some form of language. I strongly recommend that the specimen be evaluated for sapience in a controlled environment.

Request Status: Denied.

O5 SECURE DOCUMENT: MEMETIC KILL AGENTS ACTIVE

"You should really consider what you've done over the past two years, Daniel," said the man in the purple tie. "It's truly something of a resume."

Dr. Daniel Victor's stomach sank. The room he sat in did not feel like an office. The desk was moved to the center of the room. The wallpaper was painted black and was barren of any decoration. The sole light source was a lamp O5-9's desk; there wasn't even a fixture installed on the ceiling. It made the room feel like it was coated in a suffocating haze. Victor had trouble breathing.

O5-9's glare cut through the silence; it made his sins feel heavy on his shoulder. He moved with the vigor of a young man, but carried the harshness of something much older.

Once he realized he did not elicit a response, O5-9 continued. "You've gone beyond the realm of war crimes. This is genocide. You can call it whatever you want, but it doesn't change that you've vanquished millions of creatures for largely ideological reasons."

"You and I both know my justification was reasonable," retorted Victor. He was choosing his words carefully. "We've spent decades building up the Veil, and I'm not about to let it all go to waste."