They were walked into a large meeting room, rows of chairs with people in orange. They were sat down in the 3rd row of about 10. There was a man on a podium who looked like he was about to give a speech.
Weiss looked like she was about to walk up to him and start screaming in his face but by the amount of soldiers and looked like prison inmates in the room, she decided to stay in her seat.
The person cleared his throat and started the orientation.
"Excuse me, please everyone. If you would all just turn your attention.. SHUT UP!
Ahem. Now that I have your attention, we may begin. I am Researcher Doc-I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP! Okay, like I was saying, I will be leading your orientation today.
Now, you may all be wondering where you are. That's classified. You may be wondering who we are. That is also classified. However, I can tell you that we are a Research Facility and you can address us as The Foundation.
Now if your here you were either on death row, or you have become a problem for us. Either way your sentence's have been revoked in exchange for 1 month of testing in our facilities. Once you do that, your free, no records of anything, that is if you survived.
No, by survive I mean cooperate with us, you know? Just do what we say and you'll be fine.
What you'll be testing with here? Well mostly pretty harmless stuff, but that's only if you do what we say, we have some err, more dangerous things here.. But those things will remain contained, that's why your here. Unless, there's a containment breach... God help us if that happens here.
Right so. At the end of this orientation you will be directed down the hall where you will get your designation tattooed on your wrist. This will be mostly painless.
Okay so, once you get your new tattoo, you will be escorted to whatever cell block is on your wrist. This will be your new dormitory; you will eat, sleep, and bathe there. Now since this facility is centered towards one purpose, no I can't tell you that purpose, lets just call it research. You will likely be put into the same Cell Block depending on what Project your in, that will also be tattooed on your wrist.
Anyways, you will be under constant video surveillance to ensure no shenanigans. We don't want any of that funny jail business here, you shank someone, you will be escorted back to death row. Pretty much, if you piss us off, you get sent back to death row. Seriously, a month of testing, and you go free. Don't screw it up.
So just stay in line and cooperate. One month, and you're gone. Never have to see this place again. Really, that simple. Guards, if you could escort them out please."
The RWBY Team were escorted along with the others, on the way out, they were tattooed on their wrist. Ruby looked at her wrist. Class-D Project Heimdall.
The Guard looked at their wrist and Ruby and the rest of RWBY were moved into another cell block. The guard shoved them in the cell that looked nearly exact to their old one.
"Did they print the same thing on yours?" Blake asked. The team all put their right wrists together. All the same thing.
"What do you think Project Heimdall is?" Weiss asked, "I don't know but I think we're about to find out." Yang answered.
"LIGHTS OUT! TESTING IN THE MORNING!" A voice yelled down the hall as the lights immediately went out, leaving the team in darkness.
Meanwhile, outside the compound, a rain storm began brewing up in the sky as the clouds became dark gray. A single lightning strike hit the compound. Leaving no damage but a series of electrical shocks reached SCP-079, the AI laughed as he realized what was ahead...