BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL
The following file is Level 4/8111 classified. Any attempts to access this file without Level 4/8111 authorization will be logged, and the personnel responsible will be subject to termination.
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INPUT LEVEL 4 PRIMARY SECURITY CREDENTIALS
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AUTHORIZATION GRANTED. PRIMARY MEMETIC KILL AGENTS DISENGAGED. GOOD EVENING,
O5-13
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Item #: SCP-8111
Object Class: E̶u̶c̶l̶i̶d̶ Keter [PENDING APPROVAL BY OTHER O5]
Special Containment Procedures: Site-Ω95, codenamed "Nexoverse Citadel," has been meticulously engineered and fortified to serve as the bastion of containment for SCP-8111. The citadel's architecture and defenses are specifically designed to counteract the anomalous effects of SCP-8111 and ensure the preservation of our and Terra reality's integrity.
Surrounding SCP-8111 is a multi-layered defense grid composed of advanced thaumaturgic wards, reality-stabilizing generators, and a contingent of elite mobile task forces. The grid is overseen by a dedicated team of reality-altering specialists and researchers who monitor fluctuations and anomalies within the vicinity of SCP-8111, ready to enact immediate countermeasures if any destabilization is detected.
Access to Site-Ω95 is limited to personnel with Level 3/8111 clearance or higher, and all personnel must undergo extensive psychological and medical evaluations, as well as memetic resistance training due to the cognitohazardous properties associated with Terra.
In the event of an unauthorized breach, a task force designated Theta-15 ("Pandora Wardens") is on permanent standby for any instances of cross-reality intrusion. The task force is authorized to engage and detain any entities attempting to trespass from Terra into Earth. Interrogations of these entities are to be conducted by reality-cognizant agents in secure and isolated environments before releasing them after using amnestics.
In the event of a suspected entropic cascade or merging event, the Site Director has the authority to initiate Protocol LOCKAGES, effectively sealing off SCP-8111 from our reality by fortifying its containment measures and isolating the area. It should be noted that this acts as a temporary defense against the inexorable forces of merging realities, and the persistent convergence remains an ongoing threat.
All personnel stationed at Site-Ω95 are reminded that their duty is paramount – to prevent the merging of our reality with Terra at all costs. The fate of both worlds hangs in the balance, and the vigilance of our containment efforts is the ultimate bulwark against reality or universe catastrophe.
Description: SCP-8111 is a region of land that exists in a state of flux, straddling the boundary between Earth and an alternate reality designated as Terra. The area is located within the geographical boundaries of what is known as the nation of [DATA REMOVED] on Earth, while in Terra, it resides within the war-torn country of Kazdel. This anomalous region appears as a desolate and war-ravaged landscape, characterized by its stark and desolate atmosphere.
Terra itself is an alternate reality, marked by its own geopolitical and historical differences compared to Earth. Within Terra, the area corresponding to SCP-8111 is engulfed in an ongoing civil conflict between two factions of the Sarkaz race. However, what sets SCP-8111 apart is the treacherous and ever-changing nature of its terrain.
The landscape within Terra, and the corresponding area, is not only infested with SCP-8111-A but also displays volatile and perilous phenomena. Abrupt alterations in topography, violent sandstorms obscuring visibility, and frequent earthquakes render navigating this reality a treacherous undertaking. Moreover, SCP-8111-A instances emit unpredictable surges of energy, spawning localized anomalies. These hazardous conditions present a substantial threat to any personnel venturing into this reality.
As the chasm between Earth and Terra teeters on the precipice of merging, the stakes remain paramount. The secrecy of the Foundation's activities must be upheld in both worlds. The conundrum of SCP-8111, caught in a perpetual liminal state, stands as a will to the intricacies of interdimensional anomalies and the vigilance required to prevent catastrophic convergence.
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READ: PROJECT REPORT 001 ALPHA: "DIVERGENT SUCCESS"
FILE: GOI 001-"BABEL/RHODES ISLAND"
FILE: GOI 002-"MILITARY COMMISSION OF KAZDEL"
FILE: GOI 003-"LUNGMEN GUARD DEPARTMENT"
FILE: GOI 004-"RHINE LABS"
FILE: GOI 005-"REUNIONS"
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READ: MEMORANDUM 002 DELTA: "SACRIFICIAL OF COUNTERPART FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF THEM"
READ: INTELLIGENCE REPORT #8342: "SARKICSM INFLUENCE"
READ: FLUCTUATIONS REPORT: #12548
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FILE: INCIDENT REPORT #8111-435 OPENED
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INCIDENTS REPORT
INCIDENT #: 8111-435-1
DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 2015/02/06
GOI INVOLVED: MILITARY COMMISSION OF KAZDEL
ASSIGNED MOBILE TASK FORCE: BETA-777 ("HECATE'S SPEAR")
LOCATION: [DATA EXPUNGED] KAZDEL
FILE-1 OPENED
The woman, blending in with the crowd thanks to her Sarkaz mercenary getup suddenly sneezed and casually wiped her nose. She was standing close to an inn while keeping a sharp eye on the inn's entrance. A little while later her partner, a man named Titor who was also disguised as a Sarkaz, walked out of the inn, catching her attention.
"Did you catch that anomaly?" Andrea inquired in curiosity.
Titor responded with a cunning grin before revealing a small black container filled with water that looked like an ordinary fish tank. Inside it was a swam fish capable of mind manipulation. "It was a bit of a crazy chase. Half the tavern on my tail, but I managed to snag what we were after. And don't worry, I remember the usual memory-wiping routine."
Andrea held out her hand, palm up, gesturing for the container. Titor passed it to her and adjusted an earpiece while he watched her inspect it closely.
"We've got our targets, and our next move is to reach the extraction point. Easy peasy lemon squeezy."
Suddenly, a big explosion rocked the town center, and people started running in all directions, clearly freaked out. Titor's calm face turned tired as he let out a sigh. It seems the Theresis forces were showing up quicker than expected, messing up their plans. Andrea looked at the chaos with a blank expression and then turned to him, like she was waiting for his next idea.
"Or maybe not," he muttered, realizing this wouldn't be a piece of cake. "But don't sweat it! My team knows this place really well. We'll meet up with them and White Rabbits, then figure out how to deal with this crazy situation."
In the middle of a town falling into chaos and smoke, the two Foundation operative and researcher moved forward and making their way through the turmoil.
As they moved, they came across a group of Sarkaz soldiers, likely from the Kazdel military commissions. The soldiers eyed them intensely, gripping their weapons. Titor without questions raised a hand in a gesture of peace, trying to sound friendly.
"Hey there," he started, aiming for a friendly tone, "we're just passing through. No need for a fight, hahaha."
"Why should we oblige your passage? Beneath your facade of cowardice, I sense the essence of a warrior," one of the soldiers replied, his words adding tension to the air.
The Beta-777 operative's shoulders drooped in exhaustion. As he let out a frustrated breath and quietly muttering, before small rocks beneath his feet lifted slightly, a sign of the building tension. Amidst the tense atmosphere, the thaumaturge operative spoke with a nonchalance, "So, are you guys all top-notch?"
"We are," came the firm reply, carrying the weight of battles fought and victories earned.
"Originally, our mission was to eliminate an enemy that had been a constant thorn. But you," he pointed a gauntleted finger at Titor, "since your arrival in this town, something's been amiss, a puzzle piece that doesn't fit. Who are you?"
Titor nonchalantly shrugged, "Just your average mercenary passing through."
The Sarkaz soldier squinted his eyes, and his suspicion growing. "Lies," he spat. In a swift fluid move, he lunged at Titor, a sharp sword ready to strike. At the same time, his free hand opened, crimson tendrils of sinew and muscle began to coil around the bone, gradually morphing it into a wickedly sharp spear.
Titor's instincts kicked in, his control over gravity activating. The air around him seemed to warp as the Sarkaz attacker froze mid-air and his attack abruptly halted. Confusion clouded the soldier's face, his eyes showing a mix of surprise and confusion.
Seeing the chance, Titor exchanged a quick look with Andrea. Without a word, Andrea nodded and slipped into the corner, a tactical retreat to regroup with the team.
Titor released his gravitational hold on the Sarkaz soldier with a push, sending him tumbling through the air in a disoriented arc. The Sarkaz crashed onto the ground, his eyes widened in surprise. The Sarkaz soldiers surrounding him exchanged cautious looks.
Titor drew his knife from its sheath and maintained a steady grip in one hand. He pointed his knife at his enemies as he said, "Well, come on then."
Before him stood eleven elite Sarkaz soldiers, each a master of the blade and skilled in ancient Arts—the dreaded curse of Arts.
As the first Sarkaz soldier lunged, his blade glinting with malice, Titor's control over gravity came into play. A flick of his wrist manipulated the force that held his opponent down. The soldier's charge wavered, as if trapped in an unseen grip.
Another Sarkaz soldier saw an opportunity, as he tapped into the ancient Arts. A massive crimson, blood-like dragon formed at the tip of his finger. He hurled it at Titor with a shout. Then Titor adjusted his gravitational field, changing the path of the attacks and causing it to harmlessly fly away into the distance.
Meanwhile, the other Sarkaz soldiers formed a circle, brandishing their claymores. Titor closely watched their every move. When the third soldier lunged from behind, Titor's gravity powers reacted quickly. The soldier momentarily lost his balance, confusion in his eyes. Titor took advantage of this, striking his chest and then shoving him off-balance into his friend.
The fourth soldier summoned a wall of crimson flames, and sending it rushing toward Titor. But he was ready; he spun his body and slashed the air, redirecting the flames away from himself and leaving a scorched trail behind as they missed their mark.
He effortlessly made the ground unstable beneath a fifth Sarkaz soldier, causing the terrain to crumble beneath her feet. At the same time, he casually picked up a discarded weapon and threw it like a projectile at another soldier who was trying to approach, impaling him on the wall.
Another Sarkaz soldier, grinding his teeth in anger, unleashed a powerful swirling storm of beams meant to overpower Titor. Titor diverted them towards his enemies, inadvertently killing some unfortunate in the process.
Then he drew his Colt M1911 from its holster. In a single, calculated shot, he sent a .45 ACP round straight into the soldier's right eye.
Anticipating danger, Titor shifted his left shoulder, narrowly dodging an incoming claymore attack. With a sharp eye and steady hand, he aimed at the attacker's leg joint and fired. The enemy collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.
Before he can go any further, Titor swung his hand and aimed at the sarkaz's forehead before delivering a final blow, ending the claymore wielding soldier's life with a cold-blooded shot from his pistol.
Then his gaze shifted to the remaining enemies, his countenance locked in a cold and calculated expression.
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In the aftermath, the sounds of battle faded as the Sarkaz soldiers lay lifeless, their bodies scattered across the battlefield. Titor breathing in steady and heavily, as he took in the aftermath of his work and the fallen elite soldiers.
Then Titor's intercom crackled to life with his team leader's voice, urgent and cutting through the post-battle quiet. "Titor, you've got ten minutes to get out of there. If you're not out in time, we're leaving without you."
Titor's attention shifted from them, and with a heavy deep breath, he stated firmly, "Copy that, I'm on my way."
"What the hell happened here..." Ascalon muttered to herself.
She walked through what should have been an ordinary street, but the pavement and earth were split and cracked, as if an earthquake had just shaken the earth. The buildings were in ruins, either from an Arts attack or something else she doesn't know of.
As she continued, her gaze fell upon an elite Sarkaz soldier lying on the ground, his bloodied body crushed beneath a massive rock. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was one of the soldiers she had been assigned to kill.
She quickly takes a look at the surrounding aftermath of the chaos and notices that all of the deathsquad members are scattered, either on the ground or on top of the crumbled buildings, each bearing severe wounds.
Ascalon then takes a slow step back, sweating with wariness at the corpses around her. Her task, which was supposed to clear a path for Ace's team from the deathsquad, was already completed before she arrived.
She taps into her intercom in urgent. "This is Ascalon," she relays. "The deathsquad has been neutralized."
Emails Recovered From Researcher Andrea Clarke's Outbox and Inbox
File 5444.07:
To : Senior Researcher Thompson Alan
From : Researcher Andrea Clarke
Re : Incident #8111-435
Dated : 9th February 2015
Messages
Sir, can I ask why we should get involved in their issues? Shouldn't we leave anomalies like this to specific groups like R.L.? Our main task here is to stop the merging between our world and theirs. From what I've read in their profiles and achievements, it seems like they can handle things on their own against the unknown.
That said, I think our continued secrecy around them might be unnecessary.
File 5444.08:
To : Researcher Andrea Clarke
From : Senior Researcher Thompson Alan
Re : Incident #8111-435
Dated : 12th February 2015
Messages
You were partly correct.
Mrs. Clarke, our reality is indeed under the threat of merging with theirs. The containment site we have is only a temporary measure because the convergence is ongoing and we're yet to determine its cause.
The reason we've captured these anomalies is that all of them originated from our reality. They randomly appeared out of nowhere in Terra, hiding and waiting for an opportunity to either wreak havoc or destroy civilization and everything, causing both realities destabilized. This will lead potentially to the occurrence of an XK-Class event in both world or perhaps more than just world.
Take for instance, Incident-[DATA REDACTED]-[DATA REDACTED] where the pack of SCP-939 appeared and luring their prey in [DATA REDACTED], resulting in significant casualties among the villagers, including the loss of [DATA REDACTED]. Evidence suggests that they may have been present for over [DATA REDACTED] and breeding before initiating the attack. Concurrently, a surge in fluctuations occurred, leading to a breach in the veil around the site.
We haven't handed over the responsibility for these anomalies to other Groups of Interest due to a lack of complete trust. "Trust" is a strong word, as we have reservations even when it comes to organizations like UNGOC, which share a similar mission to ours, though a different way.
I must remind you that our duty is to prevent the merging of our reality with Terra at all costs while still maintaining the secrecy.
Official first contact with these Groups of Interest is a matter for the O5 to decide. It's not within our purview.