Accesing Incident-09
11:21 Thomas was sent out on a mission to kill ██████. ██████ was a person of interest and the Chaos Insurgency had to get rid of him fast.
11:45 The mission was doing fine, ██████ was killed. He was leaving through the garden until the item's docile state ended. He was looking into the air.
11:46 The item broke down crying. And fell asleep on the concrete.
██:██ The item got rescued.
Addenda:
The reason for this is unclear. Back in the Bathtub-05 facility a psychologis was requested, to gain more knowledge of the reason he broke down. (The idea is still waiting)
We don't know the reason for the action. Bringing Thomas for other operations without knowledge of the reason for the trigger is a bad idea.
03/02/2002
The Administrater accepted this idea. Thomas won't be allowed on new hitman missions.
Blood, smoking tires and two burning hot cars fill the senses of Henry's mind. Sounds of shouting can be heard through the distinct crackling of the gasoline fires as the toxic smell filled his maybe bruised nostrils. Henry and another, absent-minded, irresponsible man has just been in a car accident. His blue 2009 Toyota Camry is upside-down; flipped by his fellow accident-victim's larger BMW X5. The SUV, as he could remember despite the fact of the numb pain in his right ankle, careened into a tree where his fellow, who had just died just now, was impaled by a branch.
Henry's vision was impaired with the trauma, and a few specks of blood and dirt were covering his eyes. Footsteps, shouting and somebody shouting for 911 filled his auditory canals as his eyes darted across the images of passersby pointing at him, embers flicking off the paint job of his car, and his accident having ripped off a sensitive part of his trousers. He lifted his right hand slumped over his chest to see if he could cover it, only reeling back a second afterwards from the pain.
His brain was already calculating the damages and aftermath of this accident: a few thousand dollars in the drain, plus the fact he had lost the warranty a year back, and his date perhaps now messing around another man's not-burnt privies, because even in a possibly life-threatening accident, one should still worry about the future effects of it, especially on the pleasurable part of things. Also the finances part. Henry could feel a headache come along. He knew he shouldn't dwell on the future in a time like this.
A young man in a light-brown uniform cleared the debris next to Henry, apparently trying to offer medical support from his case of band-aids, gauze and other first aid. "Boy Scouts," Henry smirked in his thoughts, "always trying to help". The scout was saying something to him, although he couldn't hear, so he lip-read what he could: "Don't worry sir, ambulance's on its way. They'll have you in no time."
Henry gave the scout an appreciative half-smile before it transforms into a face contracting in pain. The scout nodded, then ran off. Henry knew he did this to get a badge or promotion to Eagle or something. But maybe the scout was just there to help. Yeah, probably.
The high-pitched shrieks of the all-too-familiar ambulance siren was thankfully coming closer as Henry's vision became blurrier and blurrier. He could see the men in green carry a stretcher, and some medical equipment. Two opened the doors to the ambulance's backroom while another checked on his dead companion. The other was vomiting from the smell of recently charred skin and gasoline. Finally, two of them went up to Henry, who was already suffering from the less desirable effects of third-degree burns on his groin and legs.
"Sir? Sir, are you awake? Can you hear me?" Strange. Henry could hear what the man was saying. He blinked his eyes hard, which is what he'd thought would be the affirmative.
"Good. You're gonna be fine. We're going to carry you into this here stretcher" Here, the man pointed at the neon green stretcher by his feet, "and we'll have you patched up and recovering in no time"
The fires were gone, too, Henry noticed. He blinked hard again and let himself be loaded onto a stretcher, not before the medic did some more medical things, though.
Inside the ambulance, the man was busy administering some things and patching up his burns. Everything ran smoothly to Henry's ears, with a stream of medical terms and the metallic clinks of medical instruments providing some good comfort as Henry drifted off into closing his eyes.
He would dream about his date and the dead guy who caused this whole accident getting it on in the place where they crashed, and tires smoking, and maybe that was just the anesthetics talking, and luckily as he opened his eyes, he was still in the ambulance. The drive was going smoothly, albeit a bit fast for his taste. And now it just slowed down enough for his taste.
He could hear, and that was good, but the moment he woke up, the crew was running around panicking. He heard them say something like "Doctor, what's wrong?!", and "What the hell are you doing?" and one big "TOO LATE!" as the man with the sepia eyes who helped him earlier kicked open the back doors, did a double back-flip out of the ambulance , his body rolling like a ragdoll as the crew crouched and panicked more.
The ambulance diverged from the route to the hospital, making its way to the highway out of the city. From the outside, the ambulance was running smooth. Until the explosion destroyed it, ending reality-bending Henry's fears of his date's carnal ventures for good this time.
SEPIA RECOVERED DOCUMENTS 006-E
January 3, 2015: Recovered materials from Attempted SEPIA Site Raid 0002 have been repaired by Cartesian Specialist Team 'Taverndrawers'. Among them is a document, seen below:
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UNCESD - United Nations Center of Esoteric Sciences, Directorate. Operates on the concept of actual research and study into the parascientific, creator and forerunner of several fields such as Unified Thaumatology (as a result of its connection to the GOC), Psychotronics and Ktisology, concepts such as research into Temporal Displacement and Psionics.
The main focus of the Center is not on documenting anomalies, but rather the study of it. As a result, items are simply put in a small list, with some being handed over to the GOC to be destroyed, or to the Foundation for containment. The following fields are the largest and most comprehensive as discerned by UNCESD scientists.
- Enigmatology: The study of self-keeping secrets.
- Psychotronics: The study of how the human mind can be altered and manipulated, and how to create devices that can allow so.
- Nanobiology: The creation and replication of complex lifeforms inside a host organism. See Eden Bloodstream Program.
- Ktisology: The study of the creation and sustaining of universes, and the existence of other universes.
- Cryptolinguistics: The study of anomalous languages.
- Xenolingusitics: The study of otherworldly languages that may not necessarily be anomalous.
- Paraneurology: An important field of Paramedicine, it operates in the belief that the human body can be tricked into fully healing any injury or disease through the manipulation of the brain and mind.
- Applied Containment Studies: Multiple branches of independent theories and topics on properly studying an anomalous object of its effects and determining how to safely contain its output.
- Unified Thaumatology: The study of miracles, or Magic. Also applied to Tangential Physics.
- Temporal Studies: The esoteric version of the study of time, especially on how it can be manipulated.
- Cryptozoology: A pseudobranch of zoology that focuses on the hunt and study for undiscovered animals considered myth and legend.
- Neutral Gray Theory: The thought that each and every Object that does not obey current scientific laws can be removed of its unnatural properties.
MISSION
Employed and empowered under the Aegis of the United Nations, the Center for Esoteric Sciences aims to improve humanity's understanding of artefacts and specimens that our current knowledge would deem para-normal in hopes of one day discovering and implementing its effects for the development of technology and the standard of living for humanity.
As the Center researches into the para- and pseudosciences; advocating the locating, containment and study of anomalous items that would otherwise jeopardize normal human comprehension and reason, its institutions are kept from public attention and knowledge to continue normal life for the rest of the populace until their understanding is sufficient enough to accept these sciences.
UNCESD, Research & Development
SEPIA MISSIVE
The most promising project undergone by the UNCESD is the SEPIA Project. SEPIA focuses on <Text Removed From Document.>irected by one of the greatest minds under the Directorate, <Text Removed From Document.>fel. Project SEPIA was the product of the collaboration of the
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<Text Expunged.> Eight weeks prior to the approval of the project, Lead Director Hobb was involved in Incident AAA08, ████████████ and was stripped of his tenure and rank. The project's founder was then re-admitted into office following the analysis and confirmation of his 'No Involvement' track for Project ████████
— Based on the Hume Theory, the principle of the SEPIA Project lies in each device's distortion of the local Hume field to dilute the Hume levels found in the Object, and the levels in the immediate surroundings. Once diluted, excess Hume particles can actually be attracted to the device and subject to<Text Expunged.>
<Text Expunged.>████ June 16, 2014. Elsewhere, the first Jammer activity hub was founded. There were at least 5 Jammer technologies operating at a ██████ frequency and reaching up to <Text Expunged.> in range. Almost 67% of known ████████ ██████ ██-class para-activity disappeared overnight from regulars, while they were now being set into the radar of ████ Hub. Agents quickly found and neutralized the entities.
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"See, we've come across the fact that almost all of these 'esoteric objects' all correspond to a lower level of <Removed.> particles in their immediate proximity, which is why, if you may have noticed, if you group a bunch of these objects together, those of similar anomalies, they distort th<Removed.> Loss of life has not been reported in the first 36 months where Project SEPIA was implemented in the Vietnamese <Text Expunged.>, especially in erasure of West African mythological beings from reality.
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The VTOL Osprey helicopter landed in the dense jungle of Indonesia with a flourish. Immediately, a man falls down from the door, landing himself face first into the cold, sun-baked but now rain-battered mud. He remembers the experience from his Scouting years, trekking mountains and rappelling from cliffs. He grew up in the tropics. This was his territory, damnit, and when he heard that lil' Kenny used the Multiverse Apartment to take over an alternate-world's Oceania and Southeast Asia, he was pissed.
The Osprey did not drop off anyone else. In fact, it flew its metal ass up and out right after the doctor's embarrassing egress. Unbeknownst to Dr. Martin, ALPHACOMM only authorized the operation in the hopes of finally killing off the doctor. A method of taking him out, so that everyone will never be invasively examined again. The Alpha members overseeing the mission from QUAESITOR shrugged lightly when Cad took out a scalpel. Trauma from the operating room hell the doctor put them through.
Dr. Martin walked, compass in hand. He did not care of slopes, did not care of the roots, of the really slippery mud. It was familiar to him. He ended up on a rural mountain road. Barely furnished, and maybe sparsely populated, but it was concrete. It was a good sign he was near to a city. He hailed an approaching tricycle.
Questioning the local was strange. It appears this Indonesia's language was also interspersed with bits of Tagalog, Hiligaynon, and Malay. He took the time to ask in English. Unfortunately, upon speaking in the alien dialect, he felt something cold press his forehead. Beretta Nano. How the hell did he get this? He raised his hands in the air.
The driver seemed satisfied with the stranger's surrender. However, it seemed, his motive for the gun-waving was misunderstood. He gave the small gun to Cad and said something in accented English:
"Now help us take that ginago-gago out of office."
The rickety tricycle sped downhill, perfectly arcing the road's curves. They at last pulled over by the plaza of a large town. Everyone was in the square, doing terrible things to the Statue of Kennyberry the military erected. Strewn surrounding the statue at the base were the local military units, with holes in their visors, chests, and god knows where else. Effigies of Kenny's face, caricatures and the real deal, were being burned and passed around. A local dudebro came to him and gave him an effigy bobblehead and a lighter.
It was the traditional ousting of a dictator. Back at home, they did this too. It is what they proudly call People Power.
Suddenly, four trucks containing Kenny's best troopers stormed in and started barking orders. The locals simply loaded their startlingly large and advanced stock of weaponry and fired off. The troopers did not make it back home.
Caduceus realized this place was worth defending.
The civilians then began their militia parade. The plan was to move east, to the capital of Kenaniagrad. A predictable name. Along the way, the people armies from the other states will join them. Already, each step from the mass was a thunderous march, as the clanks and chucks from the weapons gave off intimidation like nothing else. Airships gathered above them, while the entirety of Kenanian's Rebel Navy began swarming the coastal capital.
Skip a few hours and Hockenberry launched a nuclear missile. And have you ever seen a nuke being grabbed by a lot of people, turned on its ass, and launched back to where it came? Because that's what they did. That's what glorious people power did. We could achieve anything by being united, really. Breaking from the story, as an author, we can really do anything if we're together. Remember that. Keep it in your hearts.
Hockenberry sat on his regal throne, looking and feeling like Arcturus Mengsk, waiting for Kerrigan to finally end him. He deserved it. But the Blades never came. He could hear his people surrounding the Imperial Throne. No one was there inside to brave the end with him. Not even his wi—
Wait, Hockenberry was rendered sterile, remember? Maybe Caduceus did that on purpose, turning Hock's check-up into a vasectomy. He didn't really have a wife, either.
At last, the door was kicked open, and the people stormed the place, throwing various objects at the soon-to-be-ousted emperor. They step aside, as Martin Caduceus happily skip-walked to Hock's side, taking the time to flip above the throne, to Kenny's back, and then doing a double backflip to his original position, at Kenneth's front.
He loaded a dart on the Nano, and fired. The dart flew a good centimeter before falling without grace to the carpeted floor.
Fuck this.
Nine humvees barged in the throne, along with six really large tanks. The people passed around a really large scalpel that almost was as big as a pike or sword. Of course you know who that thing belongs to. Caddie!
They began firing at Kenny. Everyone. As an ironic last sight on earth, every one of the people were carrying Kalashnikov-series weaponry. 7.62x39mm bullets and non-NATO cartridges. Nobody used a goddamned FN F2000, nor any one of those hipster guns. They used the real, tried and tested deal.
The execution took six hours, even though Hockenberry probably died of an aneurysm right before the first shot. Nobody noticed. Nobody cared.
And Nobody didn't blink an eye, as he came to the front of the crowd and began dousing anthrax-laden gasoline on the corpse, setting it on fire with a cheap match.
So the aftermath was Cad became Premier or President or something, then split all Kenania back to their respective countries, but the good thing is that they became a united power and now everyone's enjoying trade and economy things. Good for them.
Then Cad got shot. In the head. Repeatedly.
Martin Caduceus In:
THE CASE OF THE MISSING COMBUSTION CONDOMS
It was a rainy, windy evening in Base Eleven, where I was staying as part of my assignment on the type-G re-animating, tempting, villainous Item known only as Maria by the staffers there. I was taking a well deserved post-interview nap in my office. A relaxing afterhours time for me: a few Shirley Temples, a few berry mints, a phone call from Frances. I had just eaten from the operating room, and the patient was looking like she was on her way to recovery. The windows gave me a stunning view of the street, and the red leaves going about their windy ways. The television was showing a marathon on the best Barney Stinson moments in HIMYM. A wonderful evening indeed.
An urgent-sounding knock on my door would interrupt all of that soon, I guessed. I looked at the cream-white, steel door expecting one. Nothing. I blink and refocus my eyes on the door again. A while happens.
Still nothing.
Another blink won't hurt. There we go - a knock! The sound muffled by the tightly-packed steel that couldn't reach my ear canals in normal circumstances reaches my ear canals anyways, and it is a knocking sound, one I've been longing to hear.
I open the panel next to my desk and check the security cameras for the appearance of my visitor, cutting off Marshall Eriksen's slap with the camera feed outside my office. It's Dr. Strate! My trusted colleague from Princeton! I let the doctor inside, regardless if I remembered checking him for firearms or if he had little tendrils growing by his eyelids in the camera feeds.
The steel doors open with a mechanical wheering sound, allowing Dr. Strate entrance to my office. He proceeds solemnly and grimly, as if alerting me to the death of a loved one. Shit, maybe it is because of that. Did I forget to hook up Dr. Gina to the IV tubing? Or did I leave Mae's bite wounds open? I firmly recall doing both. Dr. Strate is at front, demanding attention. Wasn't he a Gamma-level last time? To address me, his superior, without leaving a berry mint tin? Fuck this, I'm getting my Beretta.
"Evening, Doctor Martin. Got a minute?" Strate spoke up, with that fake British accent that's been a fad in Base Four since last year still present in his voice.
"I have lots of free time, Vic. What's the problem?" I reply, slowly placing the Beretta Pico back into its concealed compartment under the desk. Scratch that, I'll hold on to it for a while.
"There's been an emergency - a breach, doctor. Something from our Anomalous Gear armory was reported stolen during a routine inspection. It's one of our more dangerous devices; one that could cause massive damage to the site and to anyone the saboteur wishes to attack." Strate says. His forehead's really sweaty. The air-conditioner is working fine, and my office has some plants anyways. I should offer a towel.
"And why am I involved in this?" Huh. I should take a freshener mint. There's some Altoids at my side. I'll just take three.
"Well, uh, you were the one who found the item in the first place, and Winder ordered you to help find it. Detective work, if you're interested."
"And what Item are we talking about here?"
"Base Eleven's Box of Combustible Condoms" Strate said, as a sousaphone plays an ominous string of notes in my ear. Because I needed the sousaphone.
"If the Combustible Condoms are used against us, there's no telling what mayhem will be caused. Fires will be everywhere. The dormitories, the comfort rooms, that weird sci-fi-themed strip club Dr. Deny frequents. We need all the brains we could get on this case." He adds, voice straining.
"Hm, you're right. We need to take all precautions necessary. Cancel all sex happening in Base Eleven right now. Get all dorms, personnel quarters, bunks, computer desks and odd-colored floor tiles checked for them. Reprimand all latex condoms and interrogate all personnel with records and incidents related with…um, those kinds of things."
"Of course, doc. That's good. I'll report back to Winger for this, and send for someone to get you briefed."
"Yeah, thanks. I'll be here. I'll check the recent feeds and records for anything suspicious."
Strate acknowledges with a nod, and runs off. The door closes. An adventure begins.
TO BE CONTINUED
Summary
[recorded from nape recording devices]
██/██/20██
0800 hours
during sabotage of site-██, unknown counter measures were put in place to prevent 087-jaeger actual from disabling electricity from the defense perimeter. It is unknown which probable scp could be the culprit. The deaths of jaeger actual was followed by unknown screeches impossible for humans to vocalize, however it is once again unknown how nearby MTF units and researchers remained unaffected1. River Styx was shortly called into a full fledged retreat. Overall 60 casualties were counted with at least 4 MIA.
The following recording is the transmission from an 087 Jaeger-Actual operative known as Sgt. Hannes "Sickly" Darwin following the Wellington incident.
Tidbit: All the operatives of Jeager Actual have tracking/microphone chips in the case of capture or defection. Radio waves have been fitted to be invisible under any non-anomalous technology. Damages to chips will recover over time, using bodily proteins unless carrier is in critical condition. In case of defection or security, a manual kill switch is activated through common center prompt, In the circumstance that operative must be killed.
0800 Hours after Wellington incident
[Chip is heard rebooting after damage to motherboard, static was heard prior to recovery]
Hannes: FUCK YOU!
[intense sobbing and laughing is heard]
Second Entity: do you like that? Do you like the feeling of pain?
[A sizzling sound is present]
[Yelling ensues, maniacal laughter increases in volume]
Second Entity: Now, let's do this one more time. Who sent you?
Hannes: I won't spill.
Second Entity: maybe we should get to know each other. I'm Jean.
[Intense sobbing is still present]
Jean: Do you have family?
Hannes: What do you want from me?
Jean: oh you know…
[A clank is heard]
Hannes: why… Wh
[A blow torch is heard starting, mumbled repeating of "no" and "shit"]
Jean: the pain you caused to so many of us?
Hannes: I didn't do anything… [low monotone]
Jean: Look at this, this is what you use to control something you label "terror"
[object is presumed to be radio that controls Terror Bites]
Hannes: I'll never talk…
[a bone is heard broken, Hannes burst out into hysterical laughter and yelling]
Hannes: FINE, you want to know so badly! We…
Meanwhile
Video footage of team deployment control room, prior to Sgt. Hannes death
Dr. Gucci: hmmm, he seems to be slightly in a rather shitty situation. Enit?
[ a mug of coffee is put on a nearby desk]
Dr. Creed: What do you suppose we do about this?[silence for around a minute]
Dr. Gucci: Oh you know.
[doctor creed eager slides his hand over to the kill switch board, types a few lines in and relaxes]
Epilogue
The body of Sgt. Hannes was found dead with the nape of the neck incinerated. The location was in the slums of Chicago, appearing to be tortured by an unknown foundation operative. Skin samples recovered from scene suggest a single agent other than Hannes was present. Civilians were given class A amnesiacs in the form of a controlled airborne ingredient.Further police investigation of the incident has been suppressed by Dr. Deny, further information pending.
Salutations, fellow operatives.
Fear is an extraordinary feeling. It can make anyone do anything, anytime, and anywhere, but not everyone is fit to emit fear. Which is why some of the "greatest" rulers in history have failed.
Julius Caesar did not scare the liberators enough.
Hitler did not scare the world enough.
Kim Jong-Il did not do enough.
Kim Jong-Un will not scare anyone enough.
But they all had something in common
They were all not fearful enough. But we are not like them.
We are different.
We are The Chaos Insurgency.
Following the recent deaths of heavy strike team lottery and wipeout of almost the entirety of 087- Jaeger actual, we have been hit hard.
However, I will not look at it as a loss, but merely as a reason. A reason to make us strive towards our goal.
Because we now know why we would do this.
Why we must do this.
Why we will do this
Because we all know, to win, we must first learn.
How to lose.
We will not be able to just have our goal completed with all of us still on the ride. Some will leave, get off. But that is needed.
We need to keep going, to take the world as our own, and make it right.
To make it right through the Insurgency.
The method of chaos is in our favor. For we can bring control, through it, we can bring fear through it.
Have any of you ever felt a feeling of sheer dread that you couldn't move? That you were so powerless under a much greater being?
Because that's what we are, we will become that greater being with chaos.
Because we have fear.
We have weapons.
We have connections.
We have power.
We have methods.
We have chaos.
Dismissed
