The six-man team continued down the hallway. Guns at low ready, they scanned the area for any potential threats. Even the Serpents held their rifles close. 1-1 looked around him once again. The place was…. strange. It had all the markings of Foundation origin. There were signs, posters, reminders about skips. Each one had the same recognisable logo stamped onto it. The same logo that was on all of the team's shoulders. Yet, this place seemed to have been built for a different purpose in mind. The aesthetic was not all too unusual. He had seen the cozy and woody style common to any aspiring Site Director. Even the more traditional O5s used it for their offices. But to see it applied to a whole site? What a waste of resources. But of course, seeing as the Foundation had seemingly infinite resources, it would be more wasteful not to use them. It was a stupid thought, but it kept him entertained. Especially with the boring walk he was on. After close to an hour of walking, the team sought to rest at a nearby cafeteria. Perhaps now 1-1 could share his thoughts.
"Don't you guys think this place is a little messed up?" 1-1 asked, leaning on a cafeteria table.
"I get you sarge, I've been feeling something weird about this place as well." 1-3 said.
"By the looks of it, it follows the standard layout of Foundation facilities, but the design of this whole thing is…. personal? I don't know how to put it." 1-4 continued.
"Feels like the Library. With all the wood and carpet around. " 2-1 said.
"Or an overextension of some prick's office." 1-3 chuckled.
"Watch your mouth, Aiden. Wouldn't want the Director ripping you a new one." 1-1 remarked. With that, the four person group broke into laughter.
"Wait, you guys have been to the Library?" 1-4 asked the Serpents.
"Before being a Jailor, I used to spend a lot of my time in the Library. It was how the Serpent's Hand recruited me. Back then, the war against the Bookburners was still in full swing. They needed more people with military expertise to be their agents in the 'fight against oppression'. Then again, I've no doubt some Jailors have experience in the Library, especially after the Treaty and all that." 2-1 answered.
"If I ain't wrong, even the Feds have gotten their hands in. Three Portlands aint one of the biggest nexuses for no reason." 1-1 added.
"I don't know. Last time I checked, the Feds were only just dabbing their hands in the spicy stuff." 1-3 stated.
"Then it means they've been hiding it well. Those UIU-seless guys are certainly more crafty than you think. I heard they even got their own magic guys now." 1-4 mentioned.
"What do you know about the Feds?" 1-3 asked.
"Considering I was in the UIU for a while, I'd say quite a lot." 1-4 countered.
"That's enough for now. Let's head back out. We still got a job to do." 1-1 ordered.
The rest of the team started to get off their backs and begin moving. 1-1 opened his PITCH to contact 1-2 and 2-2 who were guarding the cafeteria outside. It was extremely dangerous putting only two people to guard out front, but 1-1 was confident enough in the abilities of the Serpents with them. Still, he was frustrated with the sheer size of the facility. He'd been on way longer missions, but he hated walking all the same. Not only that, but couldn't Command give them more people at least? Six isn't really gonna cut it. Then again, that was only his opinion. With only six people, this was going to take long. He once heard something along the lines of 'the longer the job, the easier it is…. to lose your head'. He didn't know if they meant it literally or figuratively. Suffice to say, 1-1 wasn't really keen on finding out the truth about that statement.
1-1 was just about to tell the ones on guard duty about their movement when suddenly, his PITCH went red. Not even a second later, he heard the booms of rifle fire echoing through the hallway into the cafeteria. He silently cursed himself as he began moving towards their position. The fireteam, for their part, wasted not a second in readying their weapons and following him. Seconds later, he saw two distinct shapes—his squadmates—turning the corner of the hallway while running as fast as they can. From around the corner, the voice of a man with a British accent was heard, spouting nonsense such as The Lightless Legion stand no chance against those of the Illuminated. Until, it revealed itself as it turned the corner as well. A heart, propped up on four spiny legs, with sharp tendrils jutting out of it. It was skittering towards them like a spider poised to strike.
God damn it. The heart is here? Of all places? How'd it get out of Heavy Containment? 1-1 pushed these thoughts aside as he brought his rifle up to his shoulder. A second to target, a second to fire. Several shots rang out from his rifle, aimed at the heart chasing his squadmates. It was not only small, but also quite agile as it dodged most of the shots headed its way. Still, a few managed to hit it yet it did not show signs of slowing down. The heart continued with the same pace as if it hadn't been shot at all. Fuck, these things are strong I forgot about that. He soon heard the rifle cracks of his other squadmates as they peppered the thing with enough rifle rounds to cut a tree in half. Using its tenticles, the heart weaved through the fire but was still struck quite heavily. It finally started to slow down as the barrage of rifle fire countered its momentum allowing the running squadmates to retreat behind their firing squadmates.
1-1 heard one of the Serpents start to chant something. From his peripheral view, he could see a faint blue glow emanating from 2-1 as the man channelled some sort of strange energy around his left hand. A British voice mumbling about insanity refocused 1-1's attention to what's in front of him. His mag was running low, he counted only five rounds left. 1-1 could see the heart coming ever closer, seeming like it was about to propel itself towards them when finally, the Serpent gestured towards the heart and commanded, "BANISH!". Just like that, the heart was crushed into itself before disappearing entirely from their view. 1-1 held his fire when he saw the heart suddenly go missing. As if a switch had been flipped, the rest of the team also stopped firing. The hallway was quiet again as the gunshots stopped abruptly. 1-1 turned towards the spellcaster and let out a sigh. "Thanks. Did you kill it or something?"
"Nope, just sent it somewhere else where it can't bother us anymore. Hopefully." 2-1 explained. He himself didn't know where exactly the things he banished go, but he never had any problems with what he casted.
"Hopefully." 1-1 repeated the last word with emphasis put onto it. "Well then, we'll let 1-2 and 2-2 rest for five minutes. The rest of you stay on your guard. After that, we are moving. No doubt the shooting brought us some attention. The faster we get the spear, the faster we leave this place. Understood?"
A cry of several affirmative's told him what he needed to hear. 1-1 turned to his PITCH. From the world he was transported from, the time was 0445 hours. Its been three hours already, we should be getting close. He checked his map again. Only a few more turns until they finally reach the offices, then it was only a matter of getting back out. Easier said than done.
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The sound of gunfire resonated through their helmets. It was quiet, yet not quite inaudible. Thanks to their superhuman hearing combined with the helmet they managed to make out the details of the fight occuring several walls to their left. Coincidentally, it was also in the direction of the offices. The Sergeant analysed the sound of combat that took place. The frequency of gunshots suggested five to eight figures, all wieding autoguns or some variant of it. The pattern of firing means only one side has firearms, probably the figures previously mentioned. This means they are all part of one squad most likely. This also implies the existence of an enemy without ranged capabilities. He heard a shout and then all the sounds stopped. While he couldn't discern what was said, he assumed it was an order to stop firing. This means they won that fight.
The second the gunshots ceased, the Sergeant held a hand up to order his men to stop. He faced the rest of his team and asked, "Did you hear that?"
One of them, holding a power lance and bolt pistol, answered, "We did. There are others in this facility."
The Sergeant detailed the situation, "Theoretical: There is a presence of several unknown combatants presumably heading to the same destination as us. It can be assumed they are here for the same weapon as us. Practical: We investigate and attempt contact with these combatants. If they are human, negotiate for the objective. If they resist, they shall die. Should the combatants be discovered as xenos, they shall die."
The rest of the squad nodded in agreement. The Sergeant ordered for the squad to continue moving. As they turned left at the end of the hallway, a strange sight befell upon them. A tall, olive-skinned man with long hair, dressed in simple robes walking in the same direction as they were about to head to. The man's left shoulder and arm was covered in occult sign and tattoos, though the Sergeant couldn't detect any mark of Chaos. The Astartes examined the man and sized him up. On the surface, he looked like a regular human, possibly some kind of ganger. But the peculiarity of his appearance told the Sergeant that there is more than meets the eye. The Sergeant turned on his vox-caster and announced. "You there! Stop and identify yourself!" The booming voice of a transhuman giant emitted from the helmet. The man stopped. He turned himself slowly towards the Astartes and, for a second, simply stared at the giant. Then, the man lifted his arm and materialised an ink-black non-reflective blade out of thin air.
Sensing the threat, the Sergeant aimed his bolt pistol and fired before the man could even adjust the blade in his grip. The boom of his bolt pistol resounded throughout the hallway, the .75 calibre bolt racing towards the assailant. Surprisingly, the man managed to dodge to his left, before following with an upward thrust upon the Astartes. The speed of the man slightly shocked the transhuman, he was almost as fast as them. Caught off guard, the Sergeant barely dodged the blow himself, before kicking the man's stomach, sending him tumbling a good 13 metres down the hallway. The man slowly stood again, his stomach showing clear signs of injury. Yet he didn't seem to mind it. It's almost as if he'd never been struck. That blow would have smashed a normal human into pulp, yet the swordsman remained standing. One of the Astartes on the right of the Sergeant, the one holding the boltgun, wasted no time in firing at the attacker. Just as before, the swordsman weaved between the oncoming fire to strike the Sergeant again. The man covered the distance of 13 metres in just a second. The Sergeant already withdrew his power dagger and braced for the hit, but it never came. Just as the void-black sword was about to graze the dagger, the Astartes wielding the boltgun delivered a hefty kick to the man's side. He smashed against the wall with force that should've eviscerated him. The wall cracked and chipped against the sheer force of the impact. An Astartes to the left of the Sergeant, holding a plasma gun, shot a blue-hot blast of plasma at the man still splayed on the left wall.
Still the man could move. Still the man could dodge. He rolled under the blast and and thrusted at the head of the plasma gun wielder. The Astartes turned to the side of the blade, which ended up slicing through his shoulder. The momentum of the strike was cut abruptly as an armoured fist came down onto the man, pushing him against the ground once again. This time, a boot smashed his chest to pieces and pinned him to the ground. Still, the man was still moving, and stabbed the foot clean through with the blade still in his hand. It took a blast of plasma to his head to finally kill him, burning the flesh and bones of his head away. Finally, the swordsman was dead. Or at least he finally stopped flinching. For good measure, another Astartes smashed his own foot to shatter the skull of the man.
The Sergeant looked at the man, then towards his squad. "This was no regular mortal."
The Astartes holding the boltgun affirmed, "Indeed Sergeant. Though the man was not empowered by the Great Enemy, he held his own against us Angels. If he fought any one of us alone he would have stood longer. It was impressive."
"As impressive as it is worrying, Harith. I wonder if he is the only exceptional human here. If not, then we may be at a disadvantage." The Sergeant added.
"Nothing a good kick cannot fix. If one does not do the trick, then simply kick more."
The wielder of the power lance chimed in.
"Well said, Adrazel. Might I ask, how goes the leg?" The plasmagun wielder asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"It stabbed clean through the armour and flesh. Nothing I cannot handle. The wound is already clotting as we speak. It is a relief he could not slice my entire leg away. Perhaps I could have been saved this injury if you had aimed better, Irfan." Quipped Adrazel, letting out a slight chuckle.
"If I had aimed slightly better, maybe I wouldn't have suffered a gash on my shoulder as well." Irfan remarked.
"A shame I did not earn the chance for some action, brothers." An Astartes also holding a power lance spoke up.
"Do not pity yourself, Miqhail. I doubt that will be the last of our troubles this mission." Harith assured.
"Especially with the sound of our battle that just occured. I believe we are still too far away for the combatants to hear the noises, but we must stay prepared for the possibility of other unknowns being privy to our presence here. For now, the practical still stands. Let's move." The Sergeant ordered.
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The team walked through the hallway with their guard up. It was slightly bigger than the previous ones, probably because it was in the logistics section of the facility. Pipes and cables of various length and diameters decorated the walls while overhead, the LED lights of the other corridors were replaced with reinforced bunker-esque lamps that glowed dimly. The doors of various rooms also changed, from blank metal entrances to more sturdy looking cargo doors that opened just a bit slower and louder than the normal doors. These observations and more occupied Helson's mind as he strode down the corridor with the rest of the team. It was an ad-hoc exploration squad, with a mix of five troops, four power armour infantry and a scientist. The rest of the force was stationed at the lobby and its surrounding rooms as they collected more data. Thankfully, the computers weren't all to dissimilar to their own, despite the stranger looks of it. The researchers broke through initial security measures and achieved wider access to the network. After initial data collecting, the eggheads managed to scrounge up some basic information about what exactly all of this is.
The place they were in was called Area-08, one of many facilities around the world. All of this was under the management of a shadowy organisation calling themselves the 'SCP Foundation'. This Foundation served to secure, contain and protect anomalies in order to safeguard humanity from its threats. The facilities were a way to realise this dream, with Area-08 being one of the biggest ones. This naturally meant they held a lot more anomalies. The Safe and Euclid class anomalies were located at the Light Containment Zone, which encompasses floors 2 to 4. The Keter class anomalies however were contained in the Heavy Containment Zone, which was from the 5th floor to 7th floor. While the labcoats couldn't specifically discern what each class meant, the places where the anomalies were contained provided enough of a clue. The first floor held all the main personnel rooms, like quarters and cafeterias as well as the administrative offices. The last bit of information to flow through all the computers was an urgent announcement, detailing about a containment breach and evacuation plans. Usually, within 30 minutes of a breach, a relief force would be called. Strangely enough, the assigned relief force called Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9, the Nine-Tailed Fox, never arrived to resecure the facility. The reason for this is unknown, though several soldiers had their own opinions on it. After this announcement, there was no more activity on the network. Probably because everyone tried to evacuate. Pity how that went.
Great. They were in a facility with monsters roaming around the place, any of which could spell their doom. Unfortunately, the announcement didn't provide any intricacies of the event, such as how it happened and how many anomalies were released. Any attempts to dig further were blocked by more advanced security measures, laced with a 'memetic hazard' that would supposedly send anyone who tried to access it anyways into a stroke. The scientists didn't dare to try. As such, the exploration team was formed to find a way to the Director's office so that they could hopefully search some way to circumvent the threats and gain further access. He left some guys behind in case those Epsilon guys actuallu show up. In addition, Helson sent a report to Navarro about their discoveries, with an inquiry about the existence of the SCP Foundation and whether the Enclave or the wider prewar United States government knew about them. This was definitely bigger than some communist cell operating in the states. The idea of a secret organisation tasked with protection reminded him of the Enclave, only scaled up to include the wider world. Though, the Enclave never stored away planet-killing monsters of mass destruction before. Well, maybe only one, but the FEV shouldn't really count. Helson pondered for a moment whether the Foundation had engaged in genocide before, then it would be a lot more familiar.
As he pondered these thoughts, Helson suddenly heard a voice emanating from nearby.
"Hello? Is…. someone there?"
The entire team froze at the sound of it, as the power armour guys—he liked to call them tin cans—went up and covered the front and rear of the team. Then, the voice sounded again.
"Please, someone help me here."
The images of various kinds of monsters flashed through Helson's mind. He considered the possibility of an anomaly capable of mimicking human speech in order to lure prey towards it. With all that they know already, this kind of thing could very well exist. Some of the guys looked troubled and began to approach the source of the noise in the room in front of them, but Helson stopped them. He knew better than to go to some random voice asking for help, especially in this kind of place. He whispered towards the team, "Wait. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, It could be some kind of creature which can mimic someone's voice, maybe even it's victim. Hold on for a moment."
Helson pulled out a radio and told the entrance team, "Captain Helson here. We've encountered what I suspect is an anomaly that can use human voices to fool humans. Unfortunately, they're in the way to the offices, so we must go through them in order to get there. I will radio back once we've gotten through. If nothing is heard from me in an hour, assume I am dead and command will be placed under my 2iC, Lieutenant Williams. The safeword is goodwill."
"Affirmative, sir." The radioman on the other side answered.
Helson turned back towards his team. "Okay, here's the plan. Move quickly without stopping. Whatever you do, whatever you hear, do NOT go to investigate. Stay in one group, always close together. Tin cans, you'll cover the sides of the group while the rest move fast. If any of us gets grabbed, we move faster, short of sprinting. If we are ambushed and pinned, the tin cans hold their attention while the others run like hell away. Even if you see what looks like a person, don't try to help. We don't even know who these guys are. Once we get past this room, we'll recover and count heads. All of you understand?"
The rest of the team nodded. "Good, let's move."
Slowly, they neared the door together. The sign above it read 'Intermediary Cargo Hold'. The scientist with them swiped a card they took off one of the corpses, the one with the highest clearance, onto the reader. With the sound of grating metal and groaning components, the door opened to reveal a dark, unlit room, filled with a range of boxes and crates that were stacked in different ways. Some of the crates were overturned and scattered all over the place. A strange red mist covered the inside of the room. It began seeping outwards after the door opened, which prompted the team to don their gas masks save for the power armour guys. They filtered through the room one-by-one. Thankfully, the motion detector above the door prevented it from repeatedly closing. Once they all got through, the group stuck together and started to move. Not running, but rather a fast walk that made sure none of them were left behind. They had to change paths sometimes as usually a crate or box too heavy to move blocked the way. Still, they followed the same, general direction. On the way, they passed by mutilated corpses with bite marks and missing limbs. Each corpse proved to be a terrible sight to the point where the soldiers had to attempt to ignore the desiccated remains to continue onward. Even with the sight they were still making good headway. Just as they were nearing the exit, the voice called out again.
"Is somebody there?"
It was louder this time, a lot more clearer. A lot more closer as well. The team started to pick up the pace. They did not intend to die here when they were so close to escape. The voice followed them closer.
"I know you're here. Please…. just help me."
The power armour guys started spinning around like crazy, trying to find where the thing could come from. The regular soldiers behind them also began freaking out, looking like a hair's drop away from full on sprinting. Helson himself was on the edge. Funnily enough, the scientist seemed to be the most calm one. They kept moving nonetheless. The lead tin can was close enough to finally see the exit even through the red fog that permeated in the air. The pace of his steps doubled as he started to jog towards the exit. It was so close! But he couldn't get closer. In front of the door, a big and lanky red creature, with teeth and claws sharp as a razor, suddenly appeared from the dark. The power armour soldier in the lead stopped dead in his tracks when he realised this. This… thing blocked their way out of there. The monster growled before moving its mouth in a strange way, almost as if it was vocalising something. The team finally knew the source of the voices. "Why won't you help me?"
The tin can in the front wound up his gatling gun and opened fire. A barrage of bullets punched hard against the creature, pushing it back against the door. It let out a roar as bullets pierced through it. After being hit like hell however, it got to its senses and dodged the next barrage. The roar did its magic, as two more of the monsters surrounded the team from the other sides. One of them managed to latch onto one of the outlying soldiers, who wasn't covered by a tin can. It sunk its teeth deep into the man's skull, the sound of bone cracking audible, before dragging itself and its victim away. The multitude of laser and gun fire did it no good, as it was visibly limping when it retreated. The other did not fair as well, being blasted with both laser and gunfire before it had a chance to strike one of them down. It eventually retreated as well due to the severity of its wounds. Helson noted that these monsters had a sense of self-preservation, something that can be exploited. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a resounding CRACK! to his back. The first creature, the one at the door, finally reached the lead tin can, slicing its arm off with one swipe of its claws before crushing the man's shoulder and chest using its mouth. Blood sprayed from the bite, as metal was bent and bone was cracked. He didn't even get to scream as he was pulled away into the darkness.
With two people already down, Helson had enough, "RUN!" He tugged at the scientist before he himself sprinted towards the exit. The scientist followed suit, panting as they reached the door. He fumbled through his pockets to find the card as the rest of the force came closer to the door as well. In a panic, he accidentally dropped the card on the floor. The time it took for him to open the door gave an opportunity for one of the monsters to return, this time bearing no wounds. It seemed poised to strike towards the researcher. It leaped at its prey, mouth wide open to envelop the scientist. It never reached him however, as one of the power armour infantry put himself in between the monster and the scientist, punching the face of the creature as he did so. Power armour made its wearer incredibly strong, but the punch was not enough to stop the creature's momentum. It fell down onto the tin can with force, its weight bearing down onto the man. The punch left the creature slightly disoriented as it gathered its bearings again. But once it realised the situation it was in, it seemed content in changing its target from the scientist to the tin can. It clamped down on his leg, muscles torn and bleeding heavily, dragging the screaming man into the darkness as it ran away.
The man's sacrifice was not in vain. The time afforded by the distraction allowed the others to escape unharmed, if a bit shaken. Once all of them were through the door, the scientist scanned the door shut to prevent those things from following. Hopefully, it'll be enough stop them. The rest of the team took a breather to shake off the events that just occured while Helson took count of the members still standing. Two power armour troops, four regular soldiers and the scientist. As well as himself. Shit, that's two of our armoured men down. Even with this realisation, Helson felt himself let go a sigh of relief. It could've been worse, all of them could've died right then and there. This was not his first encounter with monsters. He'd faced deathclaws before. But the psychological impact of something pretending to be human just to kill you was a lot more taxing compared to a feral beast charging headlong at you. This implied the creatures they encountered were no mere monsters. They had considerable intelligence themselves, twisted as it may be. For now, Helson was okay. The others weren't so lucky. The soldiers only had experience fighting human enemies so were not used to the brutality of their comrades deaths. The scientist, to his surprise, wasn't all that affected. In fact, it was the scientist that helped some of the soldiers get back on their feet. This only made him all the more suspicious. Helson grabbed his radio and reported. "We've made it. Goodwill." He paused to think. "We encountered something. Red monsters that looked a bit like deathclaws. They could mimic voices. Lost three men, two of them power armour. Couldn't get their dogtags however. They were….. dragged away before we can retrieve it." A moment passed. "Continuing with the objective. Notify Navarro of our casualties."
"Understood, sir." The voice on the other side answered.
Helson surveyed his surroundings. In front of the group was a security checkpoint with a sign than read, 'ADMINISTRATION'. To the left was a hallway, the sign reading, 'QUARTERS'. They were near now, just a few ways away.
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The sound of gunfire nearby could not be simply ignored. Though it was muffled somewhat, the helmet Reinhardt wore amplified it enough for him to hear it more clearly. A continuous fire, more akin to a gatling gun than a simple rifle. He assumed this was possibly the facility's defense systems countering an unknown threat nearby. This assumption was not that far fetched however. He deduced that the place they were in used technology from the 21st century, but some parts of it proved somewhat inconsistent. He passed by many corpses wearing armour that wouldn't look out of place in a UNSC armoury. Per his—and the researcher's—investigations, some parts of it actually proved to be a bit more advanced than standard marine armour. This got the crayon-eaters a bit jealous. Yet, for all the good stuff they were wearing, they still used old and archaic weapon systems like the AR15 pattern of rifles and even some MP5s. Maybe that's why they were all corpses instead of being alive. He noted a few more strange weapons that used electric discharge and battery-powered lasers. Why couldn't they have used that instead? Maybe it was reserved for special occasions.
He turned to the other guys. They noticed the shooting as well, and were growing uneasy. There was something wrong with this place, this much was evident with all the broken doors and dead people lying around. They shed their relaxed stance and moved through the place with renewed focus, aware of the sudden threat near them. For now, they passed through what could reasonably be called the living quarters of whoever was in charge of the facility. The 'SCP Foundation' they called themselves, apparently responsible for some type of research and development. Like the ONI they also shroud themselves in secrecy of the things they commit. I guess some things never change even across realities, such as uppity assholes who 'safeguard humanity', Reinhardt thought. These quarters looked mostly normal, even sometimes lacking any corpses the team dreaded to see. Still, they couldn't afford to be careless. Every room was checked, every corner secured in order to better make sure of their surroundings. Soon, they approached the rooms of higher clearance personnel. They knew this because the rooms looked considerably more well-furnished and expensive. Plastic and metal became wooden and cushions, whiteboards became chalkboards, creaky metal-framed beds became comfy luxurious beds. Nothing too out of the ordinary. What was inordinary was what they found in one of them.
The sign to the room read, 'Quarters: Dr. Richard Owens, Ethics Committee Liaison.'
When they first cleared it, nothing was out of place much. They even found an open laptop with an unsent email. One of the marines, Ben, showed it to the rest of the team,
"To: Odongo Tejani (CHAIRMAN; ETHICS COMMITTEE)
From: Richard Owens (LIAISON/AREA8; ETHICS COMMITTEE)
Subject: Deferment of Omega-1 Deployment
Containment breach underway. Investigation of unethical conduct by Site Administration not yet concluded. For now, not enough evidence has been collected to call for a complete apprehension and trial of administrative staff. Although unauthorised reality-altering experiments were confirmed, we simply don't have enough records to call for deployment of Law's Left Hand.
The breach couldn't have come at a more opportune moment. Right when we were tightening the noose, several Keter-class anomalies just happened to escape and kill all three informants within Heavy Containment. The evidence collected by them were deemed lost when the zone was locked down. Of course it was.
Even with these circumstances, it is still dangerous to call in Omega-1. Until the Nine Tailed Fox does its job, we are stuck here at the mercy of those we antagonised. Hopefully they prove smart enough not to attempt my dispo"
The last sentence was cut off, like the writer got grabbed while typing it. This seems grim. So the guys in charge ran things a little too cruel for this, 'Ethics Committee', to the point they were about to be arrested for it. But they eventually sniffed them out and presumably dealt with them swiftly. One of the scientists questioned where the man could've possibly been dragged to. They found their answer in the bathroom.
A man, dressed in a fancy suit, hands tied and head bagged slumped over into the bathtub full of blood. The back of the bag was covered in blood and brain matter, as a hole was visible through it. Yikes. Hell of a way to die. Killed by your own colleagues. Ben thought to himself. Reinhardt approached the man to investigate when suddenly the sound of shuffling started to emit from a medical cabinet. All of the team instantly aimed their guns at it, ready for what comes next. The door to the cabinet opened slightly, but they couldn't properly see what was inside. Suddenly, the door opened and out emerged….. an eyeball? No, two eyeballs! Tear-shaped pods with giant blue eyes. The team simply stared at them, unwilling to open fire in the off chance that this… thing was actually friendly. One of the pods, an orange coloured one, slowly crept closed towards one of the marines. The way she kept her rifle closer looked like she was about to hug it. Her finger was mere centimetres away from pulling the trigger when the object suddenly made contact with her foot. And began rubbing itself against it. Like a cat. Still aiming her rifle at the pods, she bent down and touched the creature. It seemed satisfied with the contact, so she began actively patting it. This got a more pleasant reaction from the eye pod, as it began rubbing itself against her palm in tandem with her pets.
The rest of the team began to relax a bit. They brought the eye pods out of the room so they didn't have to look at the corpse any longer. The team was having fun, actually releasing the stress they accumulated in the hours that passed by. For a second, they enjoyed the moment. Such a luxury was not afforded by Reinhardt. He was a weapon, made for war. As Halsey put it, the ultimate warrior. In his mind, he digested the contents of the email they had read, and began to understand. Some accident, some mishap, had somehow brought them all here, a blatant violation to the workings of reality. He had to dig further into this, if not for himself than at least for the others. If they messed reality, then maybe there is a way to reverse this effect, to send them back where they should be. Maybe the Site Director's office would be a good place to start?
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Sorry for the wait. Susah gak SPM brooo.
Yes, i DID kinda nerf 076. My reasoning being he would be surprised at how fast these guys actually are, and he underestimated the damage he'd need to do. Kinda like when he faced 096. First time he fought space marines after all.
Originally i wanted the spartan & marines to meet 343, but its hard to write a narcissistic asshole with a god complex, even harder when i have accurately potray his reaction to being powerless against these guys since, yknow, hes a reality bender, but the other dudes are from another reality, so it shouldnt affect them. Idk
help me brainstorm ideas please