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(For those interested in joining, you can find the OOC here: OPEN SIGNUPS - SCP Containment Breached (OOC/Signups))
The Beginning of a New Journey
O5-1
Fellow members of the foundation, I will be frank. We have failed.
Throughout time our goal has been to secure anomalies, contain them, and protect the human race. We have served this purpose for a long time now, developing sophisticated methods for dealing with anomalies in ways that ensure the innocent masses remain ignorant of the danger that looms over them as they sleep. However, in this instance, their ignorance was our downfall. We assumed that by keeping people ignorant they would remain safe, however not telling them of these anomalies has meant that they could not respond to the dangers that this new threat presented.
The creature known to us as SCP-9999 has utterly destroyed civilization as we know it, and those humans left alive in the wake of Event Signature are being hunted down by SCP-9999 instances. Our mission has failed, but it is not yet at an end. Who or what sent these creatures here are unknown, but one thing is certain.
You are the last hope of the foundation, the last hope of humanity.
You must accomplish the objectives sent in this document, the very survival of the human race depends on it. For the sake of all humanity, reach Site 999, execute Protocol Rapture, and save what is left of humanity.
God Help us all.
O-5-1
Secure, Contain, Protect.
The man tapped the enter key on the computer he was sitting at, deep within the bunker that was so heavily fortified that it put even the most sophisticated fortresses of the modern day to shame. Hundreds of security measures had been taken to make sure that he was more secure then any human on the face of the planet, little good it would do him now though. The message was sent. Letting all of the remaining foundation know what had happened, though very few remained. Most of the world was dead, and much of the foundation with it. Scratch, scratch, scratch. The O5 member turned to face the door. The technology that protected him, dozens of automated turrets, armed guards, thick security doors, explosive traps, flooding chambers, rooms made to turn a person into a pile of ash, and countless other defensive measures, had been for nothing. They were made by humans, for enemies that humans could expect to be capable of fighting. How could they know that the guns they installed were of insufficient caliber to take on the creatures that assaulted them even now? That heat did nothing, that the explosions did nothing. How could they have known that even their most potent biological weapons would do nothing but slow them down? Scratch, scratch, scratch. The sound that echoed through the door was them doing what they had done with the countless other doors. It took them some time, around five minutes, but eventually they would use the sounds they were making to determine where the weak part of the sealed door was. He had no guards left to defend him, nothing between him and the monsters but that massive steel door. The O5 member looked at the pistol in his hands, ejected the clip and checked the ammunition. Eight rounds. He loaded the clip back up, racked the slide, flipped the safety off, and then waited, making peace with a god that he was no longer sure existed.
Location: Site 142, Level 3, Observation Center
Joseph O'Malley
Joseph looked at the camera screens in the small security center he was in, his hands shaking as he typed a report into the small camera screen. Joseph was now the most senior researcher left at the center. All the rest had been killed trying to capture one of the things that had invaded the planet in such large numbers. The O5 Council was entirely gone, and what was left of the foundation had all been assigned to a mobile task force that was to save the planet. The creature that he stared at in the containment chamber was intelligent, there was no doubt of that. It was currently working it's way through every inch of the chamber, trying to find a place that was weak in the steel box, making clicking noises that rang through the containment chamber. It acted almost insect like as it scittered across the room, clicking and tapping the metal with it's terrible claws. Echolocation and smell was the method that it used to "see", Joseph knew that much, and it had been pure luck that they had discovered a firearm with 20mm rounds was the only weapon capable of killing it, that and melee weapons made with bronze. Now it was experimentation to see if the damn thing could be killed with anything else. So far, nothing. Fire, explosions, and shrapnel had done nothing to it.
It had not been easy getting the thing inside the containment chamber, it was terrifyingly strong, and had been able to easily snap the steel cables of the net, but eventually they caught it, and then dragged it back here. Overhead, Joseph heard an explosion, and the whole base shook. The pictures on the screens fizzled for a moment, but kept the picture, and his computer terminal stayed online. Joseph kept typing. The creature was still looking for weaknesses, it's pale skin the color and texture of flesh that has stayed under water far too long, pale white and wrinkled. Joseph was not concerned about it getting out though. The containment chamber was one of the strongest, originally built to contain SCP-106, back when they had thought thick walls and doors was all that it would take. The steel surrounding the chamber was so thick that the walls had been melted and cast on site 142. The room also contained various hidden panels with different weapons, because after they had figured out how to contain SCP-106 properly they had converted this into a lethal experimentation room, and had placed a temporary containment chamber elsewhere. Joseph finish the documentation for SCP-9999 and then hit send, before he turned back to stare at the screen again.
Another explosion rocked the base, and then the power cut out, and simultaneously small chunks of concrete flew down from the ceiling. Joseph jumped back to dodge the sparks that flew up from the terminal as the concrete smashed into it, diving down onto the floor. For a terrifying moment, Joseph could see nothing, and then the emergency power kicked in. Red lights turned on, thick emergency doors slammed shut in the SCP containment sector, and breach alarms began to blare. Joseph knew that many miles below the base a huge emergency generator had just turned on. A turbine that generated power purely off of a steam vent, storing the excess power in batteries so as to prevent any lapse of power. He also knew now all the SCP's (save for the safe class objects) were locked away in the containment sector of the base, an area just as far down as the emergency turbine was. The doors on the Class D containment would open as well during this time, not that it mattered, most of them had been let out anyway and forced to fight as soldiers against the first wave of the creatures. Those that were still in there... well those were the most violent offenders. Joseph checked the clip in his pistol and looked outside the door before ducking back inside. The security terminal did not turn back on. It sparked a few times whenever Joseph hit the power button to turn it back on, but it did not relent, and Joseph sighed. Joseph removed the small digital pad that held an uplink with various status reports on the base. His hands shook when he realized that the upper sector defenses were gone, destroyed in the attack. The creatures were now battling with the defenses and defenders of sublevel one.
Joseph stowed the small pad, tucking it safely into a sidepocket on his pants, and then picked up a radio. Not only was he the most senior researcher, but he was the last one to have contact with the site director before the woman died. The director had given him an emergency promotion. Joseph was now in charge. His only directive was to carry out the last orders of the O5 Council. He pressed the button on the side of the radio, the frequency was tuned to the general channel that all foundation staff on the site were currently tuned to. "This is Site Director O'Malley. All personnel not directly engaged in the defense of sub level one are to report to the armory. Repeat, all personnel not engaged are to report to the armory." Joseph stowed the radio back on his belt, then peeked outside again, firearm in hand. With the Class D released, now it was a precaution he needed to take. He trotted over to the armory, making his way without incident. The facility below was already damaged. Ceiling tiles had fallen out of place, glass windows were shattered, and small chunks of concrete scattered everywhere, though the ceiling was still holding just fine. The armory was on the same level as the Class D containment, just near the security room. It was in a room attached to the pair of barracks for the security and MTF, and pretty close to Class D Containment actually. Helpfully pointed out by a sign. When Joseph reached it, he stepped inside. The room floors of the room were made of concrete, as were the walls. Racks of weapons lined the area, with a small area to check a weapon in or out. As the armory staff typically cleaned the weapons, aside from sidearms, no cleaning facilities were in this area. Joseph made his way to the set of benches that existed on one side of the wall, this wall also had many lockers stood side by side in them. Now to wait for the others to arrive.[/fieldbox]
Fellow members of the foundation, I will be frank. We have failed.
Throughout time our goal has been to secure anomalies, contain them, and protect the human race. We have served this purpose for a long time now, developing sophisticated methods for dealing with anomalies in ways that ensure the innocent masses remain ignorant of the danger that looms over them as they sleep. However, in this instance, their ignorance was our downfall. We assumed that by keeping people ignorant they would remain safe, however not telling them of these anomalies has meant that they could not respond to the dangers that this new threat presented.
The creature known to us as SCP-9999 has utterly destroyed civilization as we know it, and those humans left alive in the wake of Event Signature are being hunted down by SCP-9999 instances. Our mission has failed, but it is not yet at an end. Who or what sent these creatures here are unknown, but one thing is certain.
You are the last hope of the foundation, the last hope of humanity.
You must accomplish the objectives sent in this document, the very survival of the human race depends on it. For the sake of all humanity, reach Site 999, execute Protocol Rapture, and save what is left of humanity.
God Help us all.
O-5-1
Secure, Contain, Protect.
The man tapped the enter key on the computer he was sitting at, deep within the bunker that was so heavily fortified that it put even the most sophisticated fortresses of the modern day to shame. Hundreds of security measures had been taken to make sure that he was more secure then any human on the face of the planet, little good it would do him now though. The message was sent. Letting all of the remaining foundation know what had happened, though very few remained. Most of the world was dead, and much of the foundation with it. Scratch, scratch, scratch. The O5 member turned to face the door. The technology that protected him, dozens of automated turrets, armed guards, thick security doors, explosive traps, flooding chambers, rooms made to turn a person into a pile of ash, and countless other defensive measures, had been for nothing. They were made by humans, for enemies that humans could expect to be capable of fighting. How could they know that the guns they installed were of insufficient caliber to take on the creatures that assaulted them even now? That heat did nothing, that the explosions did nothing. How could they have known that even their most potent biological weapons would do nothing but slow them down? Scratch, scratch, scratch. The sound that echoed through the door was them doing what they had done with the countless other doors. It took them some time, around five minutes, but eventually they would use the sounds they were making to determine where the weak part of the sealed door was. He had no guards left to defend him, nothing between him and the monsters but that massive steel door. The O5 member looked at the pistol in his hands, ejected the clip and checked the ammunition. Eight rounds. He loaded the clip back up, racked the slide, flipped the safety off, and then waited, making peace with a god that he was no longer sure existed.
Location: Site 142, Level 3, Observation Center
Joseph O'Malley
Joseph looked at the camera screens in the small security center he was in, his hands shaking as he typed a report into the small camera screen. Joseph was now the most senior researcher left at the center. All the rest had been killed trying to capture one of the things that had invaded the planet in such large numbers. The O5 Council was entirely gone, and what was left of the foundation had all been assigned to a mobile task force that was to save the planet. The creature that he stared at in the containment chamber was intelligent, there was no doubt of that. It was currently working it's way through every inch of the chamber, trying to find a place that was weak in the steel box, making clicking noises that rang through the containment chamber. It acted almost insect like as it scittered across the room, clicking and tapping the metal with it's terrible claws. Echolocation and smell was the method that it used to "see", Joseph knew that much, and it had been pure luck that they had discovered a firearm with 20mm rounds was the only weapon capable of killing it, that and melee weapons made with bronze. Now it was experimentation to see if the damn thing could be killed with anything else. So far, nothing. Fire, explosions, and shrapnel had done nothing to it.
It had not been easy getting the thing inside the containment chamber, it was terrifyingly strong, and had been able to easily snap the steel cables of the net, but eventually they caught it, and then dragged it back here. Overhead, Joseph heard an explosion, and the whole base shook. The pictures on the screens fizzled for a moment, but kept the picture, and his computer terminal stayed online. Joseph kept typing. The creature was still looking for weaknesses, it's pale skin the color and texture of flesh that has stayed under water far too long, pale white and wrinkled. Joseph was not concerned about it getting out though. The containment chamber was one of the strongest, originally built to contain SCP-106, back when they had thought thick walls and doors was all that it would take. The steel surrounding the chamber was so thick that the walls had been melted and cast on site 142. The room also contained various hidden panels with different weapons, because after they had figured out how to contain SCP-106 properly they had converted this into a lethal experimentation room, and had placed a temporary containment chamber elsewhere. Joseph finish the documentation for SCP-9999 and then hit send, before he turned back to stare at the screen again.
Another explosion rocked the base, and then the power cut out, and simultaneously small chunks of concrete flew down from the ceiling. Joseph jumped back to dodge the sparks that flew up from the terminal as the concrete smashed into it, diving down onto the floor. For a terrifying moment, Joseph could see nothing, and then the emergency power kicked in. Red lights turned on, thick emergency doors slammed shut in the SCP containment sector, and breach alarms began to blare. Joseph knew that many miles below the base a huge emergency generator had just turned on. A turbine that generated power purely off of a steam vent, storing the excess power in batteries so as to prevent any lapse of power. He also knew now all the SCP's (save for the safe class objects) were locked away in the containment sector of the base, an area just as far down as the emergency turbine was. The doors on the Class D containment would open as well during this time, not that it mattered, most of them had been let out anyway and forced to fight as soldiers against the first wave of the creatures. Those that were still in there... well those were the most violent offenders. Joseph checked the clip in his pistol and looked outside the door before ducking back inside. The security terminal did not turn back on. It sparked a few times whenever Joseph hit the power button to turn it back on, but it did not relent, and Joseph sighed. Joseph removed the small digital pad that held an uplink with various status reports on the base. His hands shook when he realized that the upper sector defenses were gone, destroyed in the attack. The creatures were now battling with the defenses and defenders of sublevel one.
Joseph stowed the small pad, tucking it safely into a sidepocket on his pants, and then picked up a radio. Not only was he the most senior researcher, but he was the last one to have contact with the site director before the woman died. The director had given him an emergency promotion. Joseph was now in charge. His only directive was to carry out the last orders of the O5 Council. He pressed the button on the side of the radio, the frequency was tuned to the general channel that all foundation staff on the site were currently tuned to. "This is Site Director O'Malley. All personnel not directly engaged in the defense of sub level one are to report to the armory. Repeat, all personnel not engaged are to report to the armory." Joseph stowed the radio back on his belt, then peeked outside again, firearm in hand. With the Class D released, now it was a precaution he needed to take. He trotted over to the armory, making his way without incident. The facility below was already damaged. Ceiling tiles had fallen out of place, glass windows were shattered, and small chunks of concrete scattered everywhere, though the ceiling was still holding just fine. The armory was on the same level as the Class D containment, just near the security room. It was in a room attached to the pair of barracks for the security and MTF, and pretty close to Class D Containment actually. Helpfully pointed out by a sign. When Joseph reached it, he stepped inside. The room floors of the room were made of concrete, as were the walls. Racks of weapons lined the area, with a small area to check a weapon in or out. As the armory staff typically cleaned the weapons, aside from sidearms, no cleaning facilities were in this area. Joseph made his way to the set of benches that existed on one side of the wall, this wall also had many lockers stood side by side in them. Now to wait for the others to arrive.[/fieldbox]
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