For people that are new:
I highly recommend reading the prologue, if you didn't, you'd probably after reading whats under this message, call all of it bullshit and tell me to read the manga or rewatch the anime.
The media has been crazy about the latest news about a meteor hitting the western side of Tokyo. To be more precise the Noyamakita-Rokudōyama park. News reporters from America, Germany, France, China, Korea, Vietnam, Indonesia and many more came to Tokyo in order to report on the situation. Now, as you probably guessed, the streets got a little tight for everyone.
Classified personnel, together with MTF agents among them had to secure the area of the impact. According to data, the anomaly didn't cause as much damage as it was thought it would do. When the anomaly hit the ground, it only affected five percent of the earlier prepared zone indicating the range of a potential shockwave that might be lethal. Or powerful enough to cause damage and potentially lead to the death of civilians and both the SCP foundation personnel, and also the Japanese government's staff sent for support.
Emily Redfield, has been designated to be the head of the operation. Together with her assistant John (*****). They've been ordered to fly to Japan from the command of the 05 council. Experience with multidimensional and memetic, humanoid SCP's made Redfield the excellent material for the task. She was a quick learner and she didn't question orders, she was obedient, of course like any human being, she has her downsides.
Emily was a twenty-seven years old woman, that looked as if she was twenty-four. She often was a target of jealousy among her peers in the foundation's personnel back in the day. Since she got her level four clearance card, and was moved up in the hierarchy, these gossips seemed to die out with time.
Emily was of western European descent, she had green-grey eyes, some said she had dark emerald, or also called, depressive emerald eyes. Her hair was long, reaching halfway to the end of her back, most of the times she had a ponytail, but there are records of her keeping her hair nice and loose.
She was attractive, her face was round and she cared about her skin using rich in minerals creams and balsams to cultivate it. She was one meter and seventy-three centimeters tall, she didn't have any freckles on her face, her face powder from Lirene covered her wrinkles on her forehead very well.
Her breasts were B coup, there was a story roaming among staff that worked with her, that she had an embarrassing story. Before she got her job at the foundation, she worked in a science lab in California in Los Angeles specified in creating cosmetics using already used materials.
She volunteered to try out something, and apparently, it was very corrosive, leaving her with a nasty scar from that event, somewhere in the area of her breasts. Although, it could be that because of jealousy among female members of the foundation, this story could be made up. For sure, Emily is very touche about the topic and she has made it clear she doesn't like to hear anything about it.
Emily, even though blessed with beauty that made the male follow their gaze after her, when she walked by them or exited her office, like every human being, she had a few shortcomings when it came to her looks. Her body wasn't exactly curvy, yet the shape was quite appealing. That was about what most guards, and scientists working with Emily had to say. When taking the 'describe your co-worker' test.
John (******) Was her assistant, his career is less interesting, at most of the times he served as an observer reporting any movement of the SCP's. He had a few guards always by his side, he was an expert when it came to humanoid, biological, and multidimensional SCP's. He spoke five languages counting his native language, it being English. He spoke; Spanish, French, Arabic, and Hindi.
People asked him about Hindi and Arabic, John just made them face the truth, Arabic is becoming more and more popular, Islamic countries, and countries with Muslim population learn Arabic because of the need to learn Arabic, to read the Quran properly. Since Islam is spreading, with it Arabic, not to mention Middle-Eastern countries speak Arabic. He didn't mention the immigration crisis, that had a say in his decision too. He learned, as he hoped he will encounter in his life, Arabic speaking businessmen or scientists, politicians, celebrities etc.
Almost the same with Hindi, although there has been a different reason, he liked that language, it sounded really nice, the market was also looking at the time for Hindi speaking employees, so learning it, increased his chances of finding a job. Overall, learning them, did come in handy.
John had three jobs before he got recruited by the foundation. The first, was after he finished his biochemical studies, he applied for a job in the armaments industry, ran by a private company from Latvia. But he quit it. John went to college once more and finished microbiology. He was broke, was about ten thousand in debt. His family helped him out and his uncle got him a job at a zoo. John at the time also tried to privately learn a few things about human psychology.
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Third person view...
Emily, she was wearing a thick and brown sheepskin coat. She didn't have any make-up, she was wakened up by the Foundation's field agent serving as a policeman in public. He told her that she was assigned to a new potential SCP, and that this might be the first SCP she will have a permanent look on.
Shock followed by the revelation, Emily told him to give her a few minutes to dress up. He drove her on the signal to Brackett Field Airport were an already prepared plane with her good friend and assistant John (*****) was ready to start. The agent told her about the situation and handed over a report.
Apparently, something was about to hit Japan. MTF units have already been sent and Japanese SCP staff has been mobilized, with the support of the Japanese military and government personnel. While reading the report, she has been asking questions, most of them the secret agent couldn't answer. That's all she got to know back then in the police car.
They used an enhanced version of Aerion AS2 that was constructed for the SCP' foundation. For the public, the plane is still in development, for the foundation, not anymore since two thousand and twelve. From New York to London it takes about two hours of flight. From Los Angeles to Tokyo about three hours and forty-five minutes.
Right now, Emily was flying with a helicopter to the source of all this problem. It has been three and a half hours since the anomaly has been secured. She didn't know what she will be facing, however, as she flew above Tokyo she saw the crowds on the street from the evacuated area.
The people didn't have to face any danger, nobody has died, but for animals in the park, unfortunately, there probably were casualties. Or not, she didn't have a clue if there were animals present.
On the opposite side sitting on a seat made from black leather, just like her seat, was her assistant. He was just as sleepy and tired like she was. With them flew four foundation guards normally tasked with guarding the foundation against any hostile force they may encounter.
The chopper was a transport chopper meant for forty-five guards. Since nothing better could be found. They assigned them this one and sent them to the crash site. Apparently, she will have to get out there and talk with a metallurgy expert, and a weapon expert on swords. She doesn't know why thou.
The chopper had two sliding doors on both sides, in the middle there was a metal rod and above hooks so that descending guards could slide down the line and be deployed. Of course half a meter away there was a hatch that was opening automatically. Plus, it was armed.
Heavy machine guns were installed on the sides. If you open a door there will always be gunfire support from above, the machine gun operator hid behind a metal cover attached to the weapon, it operated very smoothly. Since the doors didn't slide the same side on both the halves of the chopper. The heavy rifles always took care of anyone the operator opposite couldn't see.
The lighting inside was very weak, more of the light from the city coming thru the windows lit the inside of the chopper then the lights inside placed where the side walls met with the ceiling at 60 degrees inclination.
The seats were mostly made for guards that carried much weight so that they may sit, while ordinary soldiers would stand with others waiting for deployment. To be honest, Emily never founded interest in weapons or military equipment, if she had to describe MTF units or soldiers working for the Foundation. She'd say that they look like special forces only recolored with advanced technology on their side. Where you'd normally see the flag of the country the soldier comes from, was the SCP Foundations logo.
Emily had a belt going from the bottom left to the right, it was clinging firmly to her body. Making the flight uncomfortable, she stretched her legs often. She wore black winter shoes with a thick rubber sole, making her three centimeters taller. She wore black jeans to match her shoes, she is a woman, everything needs to be aesthetic.
Under her coat, she got a green sweater, that she has for three years now, she received it from her, now resting in peace, grandma and always wore it when she was tasked with stressful missions or ordered to experiment on the SCP's. It brought her luck, she believed in ghosts, paranormal activities, and that such situations may occur, but she didn't blindly believe, many were fake. If she never worked at the foundation, she could proudly admit that she was an atheist.
She looked at John, he was slightly overweight and was suffering from hair loss. He had brown eyes and black hair, he was older then she was, by five years. He didn't have a wife or kids, his family was not proud of him, but they still loved him and asked how is he doing and if he needs help.
The foundation said he is working in Antarctica, making research on microorganism from the Ordovician era. He was forced to say, he doesn't need much and that he doesn't have time to talk. He couldn't go on vacation or visit them. He was a prisoner that happened to be lucky and as an educated person, hired into the foundation's personnel.
Her parents were informed that her job doesn't allow her to communicate, and that probably once every two or three years she'll be able to make phone contact. That was the cost of becoming a level four scientist in the Foundation. She lamented about this for weeks, but she helped in potentially saving millions. That being her listening to orders from the higher ranking personnel.
John had a black winter jacket, moro camouflage pants, and brown boots. He also had handshoes made from brown leather-like material. They were fastened with a turnip on the wrists. John always looked sad, and unimpressed, as if he was ready to witness anything life can throw at him.
As time passed on, she didn't notice that they looked each other in their eyes, the choppers interior was surprisingly very well quiet. Almost creepy actually. John was the first to react after a few seconds have passed when they started to stare at each other.
"I hope it won't be a pain in the ass"
His voice was croaky and flat, normally it isn't. Sure, it could be said that John had a flat voice, but after ten minutes or so after standing up it was silvery like most of the time. He often spoke in a lazy tone, when joking or presenting something, it got more serious and eye-catching.
Emily closed her eyes and breathed out the air in her lungs thru her nose with a soft smile on her lips. She nodded in agreement and added after a brief moment of silence.
"Nothing, that is secured by the Foundation isn't annoying or bloodsucking"
Hers was lovely, sometimes honeyed and could be seen by others as deceiving. John seemed to snicker. Emily, of course, had contact with humanoid SCP's, and for example, SCP-054 wasn't toxic in any way. That water nymph barely did anything, it lost its trust a long time ago with them raising the temperature.
"I think somebody might be offended by that statement"
Emily raised her right eyebrow.
"Who?"
He quickly lifted his head up in a gesture saying "You know who".
Both of them heard a beeping sound, high pitched, unpleasant, meant to gain the attention of everyone who was inside. The guards informed them that they have arrived at their destination. Emily and John looked at each other, Emily was stressed out and John took it with ease.
Emily looked out the round window to try and see what under them, or nearby. This part of Tokyo seemed to be suffering from a blackout, the impact must have destroyed all of the electrical objects in the area. The landing site with a big red H was painted on the grass. Reflectors were standing all around the secured zone, illuminating the environment.
Looking around she noticed the whole park was covered in trees, many of them looked burned. The landing space was prepared by removing unnecessary trees. It looked really depressing. You could see at what angle the anomaly hit the ground, as a trace of black burned leaves and branches increased the radius until it ended reaching the containment site. The last four hundred meters was a totally burned to the ground.
In the middle, there was a very wide round tent supported by very high thin metal and wooden poles holding it up. She saw a crowd of people gathering. The weather seemed to be alright, and the temperature probably was above zero Fahrenheit. Good thing she was dressed properly or else she might catch a cold out here.
The MTF units set up a wall, all around the park. Of course area's closer and more important for the Foundation were once again surrounded by a thicker wall, this time made of concrete blocks. Emily saw that there were trees which were all brought together and placed in one big pile. These were probably taken down and have been a logistic problem. A digger was stationing next to all of them.
What made her nervous was that there was a lake in the park. She doesn't necessarily like getting wet, what is funny is that she likes swimming.
The upper parts of most trees she saw were burned. There was a large field of trees reduced to charcoal, the ground was all brown or dark. The lake's shore by the crash site didn't look to be damaged but the anomaly hit the ground near the shore.
In about three hours she would witness the sunrise...The whole place, was a big chaotic playground for wires that all went inside the big tent. It almost looked like a circus tent, the difference was that it had metallic walls and a magnetic entry for authorized personnel. The roof, held together by the earlier mentioned poles was drilled to the metallic walls. The sheet that made the roof was probably placed on a wooden support.
If she had to guess, about five hundred people were like ants going around, deeper into the park, and out of it. On the northern side, she could see barracks, it could be that the foundation needs more time before they can leave this place, not to mention the fact that a narrative about a meteor hitting Tokyo has to be built up.
It looked like a cheap camping site. They had to cut down burned up trees that could fall on the barracks. Therefore it was quite easy to notice a cluster of rectangles with flat roofs, about one kilometer away? Maybe more.
They landed on the ground, the pilot had to be skilled as they barely noticed them stopping going down. Both of the scientists unfastened the belts, the guards opened the sliding doors and a strong cold wind greeted both of the two. Emily covered her face with her right hand and jumped off, landing on the ground. Behind her John and the guards that flew with them.
The sound of the rotors and the wind they created didn't go away and accompanied both of the scientists that after spending much time in a quiet surrounding were exposed to the loud sounds of machinery, yells, commands, trucks with supplies driving by etc. Was an effective way to beat the tiredness out of their minds.
From this perspective, the site looked more professional, a team of three men in hazmat suits seemed to transport a polished iron round on the edges box with a biometric lock. John took it as a sign that a biological creature decided to suddenly crash onto their planet, but one argument isn't enough for a theory to be right.
All around them were small outposts, they formed a circle around the area leaving space for combines with supplies to drive and deliver them, or take something from here and ship it somewhere else. Most of the places were tents or quickly built wooden structures that had their roof made from some synthetic and stretchable material.
There have been signs all over the place, some were cut off from the rest by fences, definitely, they could see a cafeteria and next to it a row of firetrucks and firemen who right now probably entered the place to eat something.
The park wasn't designed to allow vehicles inside, so they had to widen up the main paths and make roads out of them. A gate opened manually was one of the main entries in the western side. Throwing in five grand, she would bet they used boats to transport at least half of what is currently here.
They continued on and approached a group of Japanese men, that were Foundation agents waiting for her arrival. Emily greeted the first one with a handshake. He had short black hair, glasses and a typical Japanese look.
John did the same while exchanging stares. One of them seemed to be a German scientist, he spoke to his smartwatch in southern dialect, probably he was from Hessen. Most of them wore a black coat and a scarf around their necks. Only two had winter jackets.
"Greetings, welcome to Japan" The man spoke with a hard to notice accent with a happy and greeting tone. "I am happy you have arrived, we need to discuss a few things before I can show you the subject we found"
"So, it's a humanoid?" Emily asked excited, trying to keep it hidden
"No, it appears he is a human being"
The man gestured to follow, Emily did so her mind flooded with questions, John didn't like it here, he looked at the entrance and saw two MTF units, he didn't know what sort of but they looked heavily armed. He is good at weaponry, after all, he had been working on creating better equipment.
The doors outside reminded him of the checkpoint between light and medium containment zones. The difference being that nobody was behind bulletproof three-inch glass. Sitting in their nests like border control, checking your password, ID, visa etc. In the foundation, they recorded who at what time went inside and registered the reason.
The group went north, alongside the guards Emily and John came with. They went with the path used by common people to walk alongside the lake. Emily received her access card, John, too from the personnel around the man Emily was talking with. John, on the other hand, asked questions trying to find out more about the human that crash landed. He didn't get to know anything valuable to share with Emily.
While on the way, John noticed that the trees weren't burned by normal fire, they seemed to also be cracked and many of them looked like hit by lighting. This could mean that whatever the hell this thing is, could generate electricity around itself. He also looked down the fall to see how high the water levels are, fortunately, quite low.
As they went further, after five minutes of walking, John felt weird. As if something was crushing him, for sure one of the factors making him feel like that where the tree trunks that looked as if something very sharp just cut them in half clean off. The trees had no leaves on them, and what weird, they weren't burned and had no signs of fire touching them, they were healthy.
"That's weird" John commented.
The man Emily spoke with stopped and turned to him while pointing at the trees "We have records from cameras in the neighborhoods, whatever it did, it sent a thin wave that exploded and lit the earlier seen trees on fire."
"So, that's why…" John said to himself
The man was responsible for taking care of the additional object that came with the human being. John hid his clearance card in his left pocket, while Emily held it in her right hand, talking with the scientist. Soon she found out he was a physicist and he was responsible for describing energy sources of SCP's, if they had one.
"Sorry for my manners, my name is Daichi Nakamura."
Emily didn't get offended by such small things, after all, all of them are busy right now.
"Emily Redfield," she said back "That's my assistant and good friend, John"
The two exchanged smiles.
After a moment they came to their destination. A white structure, probably a temporary laboratory, could be seen behind a tall fence. There was an armed guard that looked like a soldier dressed in a green camouflage pattern. He opened the way in by unlocking the padlock.
This tent this time looking like a depot that stood by itself supported by a steel skeleton. There was a path made from wooden planks towards the entrance, that was made of two silicone hangings to block anyone looking inside rather than stopping people from entering.
Above the entrance, there was a sign written in Japanese and English. It forbid anyone from going inside. The pack walked calmly towards the tent that seemed to be in the form of a square. Behind it, there was a three-meter tall tower with a red lamp on the top.
She felt a strange presence inside the tent. Whatever was the case, they went inside. First Daichi, then Emily, two of the man's men, and John. After him, the rest while the guards came as the last ones.
There was a large lamp hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the tent, however, it seemed that the tent itself was a cover for a laboratory set up, with computers, terminals and special 3D scanners that used laser technology. In the corners, however, there were cameras that monitored everyone inside.
The middle was the most interesting as it was the heart of all of it. There was a big wooden table, on it it looked like a Persian carpet. Three women wearing white, rubber disposable gloves with two men talking about, the metal shards they worked with. One of the women took pictures, while one took notes and the second measurements of the shards.
Placed in a row, three research tables with shelves and cabinets painted blue. Each had one computer and one monitor, twenty-four inches. One white table with voltage measuring devices, one microscope and several flasks in a metal container fastened with a magnetic lock.
In the upper left corner, there was a generator fueled with gas that supplied the team inside with electricity. The fumes went out with a black pipe thru a hole in the tent. Two technicians were next to it, dressed in standard working uniforms. The floor was covered with a blue carpet. On the right side was a long table and seats, up against the wall to the corner there was a coffee machine, food dispensers. Nine lockets, similar to the ones you'd find in schools only painted white.
Three tops stood next to each other, with plastic cups, and beverages on them. There was something sweet, two bowls of some sort salad, something baked, two loaves of bread, and a few pieces of garlic bread that were left. Ketchup bottles, mayonnaise, garlic, etc.
Right next to them was a ladder that gave access to a higher floor made of wood held up by wooden columns, it had a panel up there that was meant to control the light, and monitor the area around the tent. All done by one person. The map that hand on the ceiling had to be unscrewed later on.
"It doesn't look too pricey…" John commented looking around the place, he expected more from the foundation.
"We only set up an amateur test site, precise description of the sword we found next to him will be done later after we transport it to an advanced station."
"So it's him?" Emily asked.
"Yes it's a man, he has orange hair from what I know. The rest will be presented inside the main laboratory in the middle of this park. Hard to miss"
The personnel stopped their work and turned to them to greet the American guests that came to Japan. Daichi introduced the two men and explained that they are here in order to describe the nature of the weapon that was found roughly eight hundred meters from the main crash site.
The men said something in Japanese, Emily looked confused but Daichi with an angry tone said something back. Both turned to her and spoke in English.
"Excuse us, we thought you understand Japanese," Said the man on the right. Speaking fluent English surprisingly
He was quite tall, with medium-length black hair swept to the side, wearing glasses. He wore a blue Jacket and had a red, cotton scarf around his neck. Fair looking boots and jeans. His colleague was shorter than Emily, and he had short spiky brown hair, he wore a plumpy dark brown jacket, thick boots and didn't have a scarf or handshoes with him. His pants matched the color of his jacket, but they were slightly lighter.
"Nothing happened, I'm Emily Redfield, but you can call me by name." She then made a place to reveal her friend behind her who took the time to look around the place more, and didn't notice her finishing.
"John!" She yelled in annoyance
He quickly turned around and he shook hands with them "I'm sorry, John, John-"
He couldn't finish his sentence, one of the women that took care of the metal shards suddenly hissed from pain. All of them inside looked what happened, the woman responsible for taking measurements of the shards cut herself. A long wound on her palm made her bleed rapidly.
One her co-workers escorted her away so that she won't get the shards dirty. As the two backed away, Emily and John could finally see them up close the shards. The shards were placed about three centimeters away from each other, but all of them were arranged in such a way they resembled a big, Khyber knife.
John got closer to Emily, John had his hands on hips and stood close to her, but behind. This made them feel endangered. The size of the sword would make it really hard for anyone to use it. Meaning that either the man found had superhuman strength, or the sword isn't heavy at all.
John leaned forward, and whispered to Emily's ear "I think, you've got Able 2.0 on your back"
"I hope I don't," Emily said getting closer to the weapon.
Each piece had been given a number. Written on a piece of paper in a plastic cover where its lower half was bend in order to make a base it stood on, together there were thirteen pieces. The handle of the sword was wrapped around with a white cloth, a long strip of it hang from the table down. It was also the biggest part of the sword from all. Looking as if it was a machete due to the way the sword broke.
The swords cutting blade was silver while the other half was black. What's strange, it looks like no piece has both colors. The black half broke into seven parts and the white into six.
"We didn't want to do much, fearing a reaction. " Daichi Nakamura added in
Then one of the men she was supposed to talk with came from the left side and started explaining what they managed to find out.
"The sword, generates energy, we tried to force a weak discharge, however, we didn't succeed."
He proceeded to take one of the shards, its number was nine and belonged to the black half of the sword in the middle section, it looked like it had the shape of a Pythagorean triangle.
"We wanted to know the density of the metal, it sunk in everything we've had, we suspect it won't sink in mercury, but we don't know for sure."
John cut in "How hard is it?"
The man said something in Japanese and his colleague went to the lockets, the man turned to John and started to explain the small tests they did with several knives made of various metals and alloys.
"We tried to make a scratch on it, we failed each time."
The man returned holding in his hands five knives all in their sheats. He took them out and handed over to John. One of the knives was made from copper, it was chipped, the same with all other four knife's. Made from iron, steel, gold, and titanium. The knife's had the so-called "needlepoint" blade.
"We tried to determine what sort of metal or alloy the sword is made from" Daichi spoke, his hand knocking on the table nervously "However, we couldn't it was impossible to describe the atomic bonds."
"Why?" Emily asked curious about this information.
"Each time we tried, we saw the molecular structure of what was under the sword. As if it didn't exist."
John and Emily looked at each other, clearly, the sword is real, it can't be an illusion making them think something lies broken in front of them. John tapped the silver piece being the lover part of the tip of the oversized Khyber knife. No sound whatsoever, it felt like touching a polished iron surface.
"Well, let's that he was slicing in his homeworld big vegetable monsters," John said in a sarcastic tone and tilted his head to the right side.
Everyone around smiled, with Daichi adding "We have so many of them, I hope he'll be friendly"
Emily nodded in agreement "About time we had someone join our side."
Then Emily felt a hand fall on her shoulder, she looked behind and it was John who looked straight right into the wall as if he saw a ghost. That made his pose even more silly.
"Or at least won't be a bloodsucker and pain in the ass."
AU
I have rewritten this chapter three times. I am very sorry for the grammar, I am fully aware that the descriptions are very...Bad.
If you, my reader, have a heart, then don't let your emotions stop you from writing a review saying:
This is horrible, add more colors, focus on small things, don't use the word THE, THEM, LONG, MOMENT, AS etc. too much.
You, help me improve myself, you help yourself by getting better chapters, a readable story. Something interesting. I want this to be one of my accomplishments, and I want it to be good.
Like the SCP Foundation, I don't take it personally.
Now, let's change the topic to something else.
Some chapters will be presenting the Foundation's perspective. Don't worry, I can assure you most will be from Ichigo's POV. When in Emily's point of view, don't expect details on the military equipment, things related to biology, or electronics as she doesn't know much. Yes, basic information, what things look like will be presented. From John's perspective, you can expect this information, but all the stuff he has no clue of, will be described unprofessionally. The narration isn't omnipotent. What about Ichigo? You'll see.
Plus, for people that think I just said in this chapter Zangetsu generates lighting. No, that's just what they guess. It wasn't yet proven, and of course, it won't becouse its false...You know what I mean!