Realistic or Modern SCP: New Dawn (IC)

[SpazTheButcher]

'First Blood'
Day 1 - 00:14:23
Private Airfield, Ukraine
Director James Longwood
MTF Psi-84 "The Wolverines"

 

[SpazTheButcher]

The director looked around the darkened hangar that was the ad hoc meeting place for the team. From the moment he had been assigned to Psi-84, he had been neck deep in bullshit. And that was saying something, seeing as his previous position at the Pentagram had more BS than an election. But it didn't take much to piss off the six foot West Point graduate and New Yorker, who kept most of his emotions internal. Even now as he waited for the team members to arrive in their full battle rattle for a mission they had not trained for, he maintained a calm exterior.

The team was supposed to be meeting in Germany for a few weeks of training while Longwood scouted out additional members and a home base, but instead they were being thrown into the grinder without any prior association. That, and he had to pimp out team one with a guy from the Idiots and a guy from Hammer Down. Throw in completely borrowing Team 2 from Beta-2, and you had your usually mess. Now he stood behind the folding table that held his projector and laptop, while checking the whiteboard behind him. In front of his were several metal folding chairs that he hoped would soon house the members of Team 1, who were supposed to be deployed a full half hour earlier than Team 2, due to several issues in Beta-2's transit.

Accordingly, the members of Team 1 were flown in from a variety of resources: private charter jets, business, airlines, all sorts of manners to conceal their identities. Some were even shipped in on bus. Now they all converged on private airfield as they were driven from airports or silently smuggled over borders. Soon, the operation would begin.

 

[Sunsmiter]

Anathema
Location: En route to Ukraine
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"With thanks." Anathema gave a small toast to the flight attendant with her champagne, swishing her sleek raven hair behind her with one dismissive flick of a gloved hand. The scientist briefly ponders whether it would be worth the risk of searching up her fellow team members to see what she can dig up before deciding against it. Too many variables, too little time to plan. Just like this...chance meeting she only had time to ponder while sipping her champagne from a first-class plane fit for, well, fit for nobility. As sour as she over the incident years ago, Anathema still kept her old habits.
The plane would arrive five hours earlier than before the team meeting, extra time to catch up on her research or to actually interact with the other members of her bloody team, depending on which came first. Of all the things she detested, being late was among the top list. From what she could tell; there would be a single commander, team leader, one scientist(herself, of course), a combat specialist a field agent. Who they were she had no idea.
Hmph. To tell throw them in the mix without training, planning or interactions with one another. What a great plan, what can possibly go wrong?
Ah, pray forgive my discourtesy for doubting the integrity of this statement.
..Bloody hell, she needed another drink. Tapping the luxurious armrest, she hailed over the flight attendant and asked for a refill.

 

[Viper Actual]

"You know," said the rough-looking driver as he released another puff of smoke. "There are faster ways to Chernobyl." He diverted his focus only momentarily away from the ill-maintained dirt-road in front of the vehicle to the mirror showing the back of the vehicle. At this time of day it was dark outside and with no streetlights to speak of he could just about make out the details of the white and blue IAEA baseball cap currently worn by his passenger.

A bump in the road forced his eyes forward, prompting a chuckle from his secretive passenger. "You should keep your eyes on the road," a feminine voice said. She leaned forward, illuminating her face slightly with a green hue from the dashboard's reflective instruments. "Besides," Linda smirked. "I'm not going to Chernobyl."

Leaning back, she crossed her legs. "I'm taking some very important soil samples far away. Don't worry- you'll be paid."

The driver didn't seem entirely convinced that his passenger just wasn't some lost tourist that also happened to be with an international agency. But, then again, lost tourists weren't his problem. Assuming they paid.

Continuing down the bumpy roads of backwater Ukraine was about as comfortable as one expected but Linda didn't quite mind it. Assignments for Those That Shall Not Be Named always meant going somewhere interesting and, more importantly, had served to greatly widen her perspective on life. A quiet drive through a set of scenery taken directly from a horror movie had a soothing effect these days as Linda knew that something far worse might be lurking just around the corner.

Then again, those things usually weren't her problem. She pulled down the brim to cover her eyes, enjoying the silence for as long as it would last. Another puff of smoke escaped the driver as he hummed to himself while deep and weary eyes watched the road with little to no interest.

Linda sighed. Just another hour or two. Better make it last.

 

[Lemonsanity]

Leigh S. Nautiqeux
Location: West-Central Ukraine

The young, former member of the United Nations Global Occult Coalition was sitting near the middle of a public transit bus, en route to a private airstrip owned by the SCP foundation. She had recently been recruited, only a couple of years ago. Being a former member of the UNGOC, she was used to tracking entities down with the goal of destroying them, along with any evidence of their existence. But here in the SCP foundation, the overall goal was to protect humanity. This was the same goal as the UNGOC. Yet, the SCP foundation prided itself in securing and containing the entities in isolated containment sites that were based far, far away from any civilizations. The foundation also did not utilize the same types of high-tech weapons and equipment.
As Leigh arrived at the airstrip, the bus was empty, having dropped everyone else off. The driver was also a disguised SCP foundation field agent. Grabbing her camouflage bag, she stood up and nodded to the driver before walking off the bus. She looked around, seeing nothing but dirt, and grass. Then, she spotted a gray-colored aircraft hangar. Though it looked old and most likely out-of-order, it seemed to be in some sort of use. As she stepped inside, she spotted a man. Likely the Administrator or Director. Leigh was wearing a tight, green crop-top tank top, along with a pair of Urban camouflage-colored, tight-fitting cargo pants. Her outfit was finished with a pair of gothic-type combat boots, and a green-colored soldier's cap. The woman looked around in the darkness, at the man. "Sir?" She asked, holding the bill of her cap.​

 

[FabulousTrash]

Raiden Kitigawa [CS LINK]
Location - Arriving to the rendezvous point
Mentions/Interactions - Leigh Nautiqeux ( Lemonsanity ), Director Longwood ( SpazTheButcher )

Another night, another assignment.

Raiden had been in Ukraine days prior before the call to rendezvous came in. Arriving under the guise of a tourist, he flew in with the typical luggage people usually carried. Clothes, toiletries, etc. His combat gear and weapons were shipped in and delivered discreetly the next night, as well as a vehicle provided by the Foundation. During the downtime, Raiden did a little exploring of the city, but never bought anything. He refrained from speaking to anyone or making acquaintances.

When the call came in, Raiden was quick to get changed, putting on some of his equipment and stashing the rest in the SUV. The car itself was modified, with a stronger engine and armored paneling, as well as bullet proof glass.

As he drove down the empty road, Raiden took a breath in and out. Many thoughts were running through his mind, wondering what assignment they were going to be given this time around. Given the overall purpose of the task force, Raiden was weary to expect anything. All he could do was be ready for what's to come.

Raiden pulled into the airfield, passing through the already open gate. The area itself was private, owned by the Foundation through a shell company. It was so remote however, that no one would know about its existence, unless of course you were told about it. He neared the grey hanger and as he got closer, Raiden could make out the shape of a woman walking through the hanger doors. A few more feet past, a bus was leaving through the other exit.

So I'm not the first one.

Raiden parked just outside the entrance, shutting the car off. He got out, closing the door, and headed into the hanger. Raiden opted to leave his stuff in the trunk for now until the brief was over. However, he had his leg holster on, with his side arm in its spot.

His eyes first moved over to the woman. Leigh Nautiqeux was her name. A former GOC member, now working for the Foundation. Personally, Raiden didn't pay attention or care enough about the Foundation's politics with similar organizations. It wasn't his job to worry about it. The only thing he cared was that whoever he was working with could get the job done.

Raiden gave the woman a nod of acknowledgement, before turning and walked up to the Director. His hand raised up to his eyebrow, giving the Director a casual two-fingered salute. Raiden then stood at the front, off to the side so that he could still see the whiteboard and projector.

 

[Sunsmiter]

Anathema
Location: Rendezvous Point
Mentions/Interactions: Leigh Nautiqeux Lemonsanity , Director Longwood SpazTheButcher , Raiden Kitigawa FabulousTrash

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A tall elegant lady with piercing pale eyes and pearl earrings stepped into the airfield, her cold gaze unflinching. Not hostile, but certainly not comforting either. No wineglass though, only a clipboard she held under one arm.
"I trust none of you are too exhausted after our long voyage to this chance meeting? Having examined the proceedings of our dedicated mission and knowing it is of the utmost importance it may seem crass to delay. Pray forgive my discourtesy for my later arrival."
She offered no explanation nor any clarification as to whether or not her statement had been sarcastic, just as von Mercy was wont to do.
"Now, onto introductions. I am Dr. Anathema von Mercy, a scientist. Pleased to make your acquaintance." ...well that was fast. And blunt.
...It got the point across didn't it? ...Well more or less.

 

[Jigajig]

"ETA is twenty minutes!"

Marco glanced up from the file he was reading as a voice suddenly burst into life in his left ear. "Copy that.." He sighed turning his gaze back downwards to once more fixate upon the file he had been reading. In less that twenty four hours he had been instructed he would be sent to Ukraine to join up with this new team he had been transferred to. MTF Psi-84 "The Wolverines". His eyes glossed over the pages as he was flown to his destination in a pitch black Boeing AH-64 Apache. He had just not long finished up a operation and was already being thrust into another. Such was his life these days. Glancing out of the glass he could see his destination below off in the distance. The file he was reading was a very VERY brief summary of who he would be joining. He'd read the thing probably fifty times by now but it paid off to be astute rather than going in blind.

After some time had passed the Apache was beginning it's decent and soon came down to land upon the isolated runway. Grabbing everything he had with him Marco waiting for the engines to be cut and the cockpit to open before he exited it and made his way to the hanger, a large black bag slung over his shoulder. He turned around to the pilot and have him a small salute before heading to the hanger. Seemed he was not the first to get here. A few minutes later and he was inside the hanger, having just entered after a woman, around his height, had made her entrance. His gaze sweeping across the room he spotted who he assumed to be Director and nodded towards him before his gaze fixated on the woman once more. "So that's the good Dr hmm..?"

 

[Lemonsanity]

Leigh S. Nautiqeux
Location: SCP foundation rendezvous/FOB, western Ukraine.

The young Lieutenant looked toward the doctor as she spoke. She was rather tall compared to her own height. The height, combined with the tone of her voice, made Leigh feel slightly intimidated. "Lieutenant Nautiqeux. French Armed Forces, Global Occult Coalition former member. And team leader of Team Psi-84. I'm a wolverine. I ferocious, dangerous animal like a badger. We kill animals much more dangerous than we, right? Pythons, Vipers, Cobras..." Then the woman let out a small giggle. "Right anyway... what's the operation, cap?" She asked, turning back around to face the director.​

 

[SpazTheButcher]

Director Longwood

The hangar went from empty to filled and just a handful of minutes. He was surprised at least that someone was able to hitch a ride with an Apache, especially in Ukraine, but with the Company, he learned long ago not to question it. He motioned for everyone to sit, returned Raiden's salute, and cut off the team. He had read their files briefly, not because he wasn't one to be prepared, but because he doubted that they would last long enough for him to acquaint himself.

"I apologize for cutting the pleasantries short, but we will need to get you all wheels up sooner rather than later. Three personnel are not currently present, but I have them on conference call so that the second they arrive we can get you all on your way." He waited for everyone to find their seats before continuing. "Today we have a critical clean up operation that we can waste no time on," He said, clicking on a projector.

A video began to play, obviously shot from a very shaky position and showing blurry green men moving through the woods. The camera zooms in on a well wooded area. In the darkness, a large humanoid figure is seen moving through the brush. The green men raise their rifles and open fire, and as one of them walks forward, his body is lifted into the air and he dissolves into chunks of bloody mass. The video stops at 90 seconds and the tik tok watermark comes on.

"Noon time Yesterday Russian troops went deep into the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone. This, was recorded at 1423. At 1425 it was identified by the Intelligence Department and was taken down by 1430 courtesy of the Department of Miscommunications. We have identified the unit filmed as soldiers of 136th Motorized Rifle Brigade. We intercepted and jammed comms between them and command shortly after the incident, and the unit has been dark since. We believe they are housed here," He said, the slide changing from the Tik Tok logo to a blurry satellite photo. It appeared to be two Soviet-era apartment blocks in a completely overgrown area. Sharpie marks over the printed photo showed assumed defensive positions, and where the road was supposed to be. "We believe they hunkered down here. We have identified that they had light armor, and unknown troop strength. All we know is that they were at platoon level strength prior to their deployment forward, that's 48 Russians including vehicle crews, but casualties sustained are not known save for the one on video. As of 1823, they have gone dark."

"Your objective will be to find out what they know, find any documentation they have of the incident, and to ensure that they do not leave Chernobyl alive."

"We do know what vehicles they have. We have identified the following vehicles via sat feed, war time documents, and radio communications: times two UAZ-469s, two BTR-80s, a BMP-2, and a BTR-70 which they have complained about several times over the radio. One of the UAZs is armed with a DSHK, and expect the BTR and BRDM to be at full strength. The BTR seems to be broken down according to reports to high command."

"Questions?"

 

[Sunsmiter]

Anathema von Mercy
Location: Rendezvous Point
Mentions/Interactions: Leigh Nautiqeux Lemonsanity , Director Longwood SpazTheButcher , Raiden Kitigawa FabulousTrash Marco Jigajig

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"The creature they killed... what do we know of it? And as for the incident itself, is there any relevant information before we embark?"
von Mercy clicked a pen idly, calculating something perhaps only she knew. "I suppose we can discuss further strategies...later. Amnestics aren't entirely out of question, but it might be pragmatic to... eliminate those that cannot be salvaged."
She talks as if they were already dead men walking. Bluntly and with cold calculation, as if the scientist was a coroner performing an autopsy. "That would be pragmatic after all."

 

[SpazTheButcher]

"We do not think that you will be encountering such creatures. High command believes that such intel is irrelevant, and that such anomalies will most likely not be encountered. Just focus on the Russians. Team 2 will be arriving after you, and they will inspect the location where the video was recorded."

 

[Lemonsanity]

Leigh S. Nautiqeux
Location: Rendezvouz point/FOB-Western Ukraine​

"Sir... With all due respect... what is my purpose in this? I specialize in the tracking of entities. Yes, I can track people as well. But what good is that if we already know where they are?" The French woman asked as she looked up at the Director from her sitting position. "My time with the GOC was spent in on-the-job training. Now I'm stuck with this shit. Why was I even assigned to this Task Force..."

 

[SpazTheButcher]

His usually cool exterior began to heat up as he felt a direct questioning of his authority. "That's the job of this team. We go when other MTFs can't. We deal with everything the Foundation gives us with zero complaints. Dragons to dummies. Cereal boxes to Commies. Unless of course you want off this team? Maybe the official MTF Retirement Policy?" The Director said. He had never wanted to be the sort of guy who threatened his subordinates, but right now they were not giving him a great impression.

 

[Lemonsanity]

"As if the foundation would wipe my mind... or shoot me. This organization is all I know. I have nothin' else. I am this team's leader. But My question is... what is my purpose other than to lead the team. Does it even have one?" Leigh questioned now, wondering if her specialization in tracking and locating was even relevant to this mission. Although she knew it wasn't. Tracking down subjects had always been like sort of a game to her, even when it had to be serious. She loved the thrill of the chase.

 

[Sunsmiter]

Anathema von Mercy
Location: Rendezvous Point
Mentions/Interactions: Leigh Nautiqeux Lemonsanity , Director Longwood SpazTheButcher , Raiden Kitigawa FabulousTrash Marco Jigajig

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"Forgive my discourtesy of this interruption but Miss Nautiquex, now is hardly the time for career discussions. You certainly have other skills other than tracking to be made use of on the field." Then, to the Director. "If there is no further information to be had, I propose we assume preparations and discussion."
Time was of the essence.

 

[Lemonsanity]

Leigh stayed silent now, angry with the words of the doctor. She narrowed her eyes in an attempt at intimidation. She hated when people opposed her opinions or points. But only when it was not related to combat

 

[Jigajig]

Marco had taken a seat and his gaze fixated to the projector screen right away as it was turned on. Leaning forwards in his chair he watched the video, his eyes narrowing slightly at the footage. Even more so when the Tik Tok Logo appeared. Why the hell was that being uploaded to there of all places. Cocking his head to the side he then studied the satellite, making sure to memorise the entire thing. Within moments he had everything locked away in his memory. He gazed over at the two members of the team that spoke. The Dr and the former member of GOC, who was the Team Leader.

"Well" Marco turned to focus back on Director Longwood. "I best get my questions out of the way..
How are we doing this op? Quiet or loud.. and how are getting there? If were going in quiet I'd say we have to travel about a mile or so from that location and then move in on foot so as to not alert the Russian troops. Plus if were going into Chernobyl... what's the radiation like there these days.. and finally if we do encounter one of the anomalies do we engage it and try to contain or do we fall back?"

Marco ran a hand through his hair. "I must admit I'm not a fan of going into something blind... but if be so be it. Not the first time and won't be the last.. unless we all die of course then yeah.."

 

[Sunsmiter]

Anathema von Mercy
Location: Rendezvous Point

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von Mercy most likely noticed, but the doctor didn't appear to care. She ignored Leigh to focus back on her notes, most likely either imprinting them into her memory or taking an excuse to ignore the happenings.
"The last question I can most likely answer. From my research the ionizing radiation levels in the worst-hit areas of the reactor building are around 300Sieverts per hour. The air itself carries up to 9.46 microSieverts per hour. For comparison, one adult chest x-ray carries around 0.1 microSieverts."
Welll that....was not comforting.

 

[FabulousTrash]

Raiden Kitigawa [CS LINK]
Location - Rendezvous point

Raiden listened attentively to the brief.

This wasn't the first time he was sent out to suppress people with knowledge about an anomaly. Gamma-5's entire mission revolved around that. Though, it wasn't often that he was ordered to end their life. Usually, amnestics would've been given, and the targets would be given completely different lives, their former selves appearing dead. But, these were soldiers they were after, so simply approaching them would not be effective. If he had to guess, Raiden assumed that the Foundation would report that those soldiers died of unknown causes, or combat. Whatever the cover up, it wasn't his concern.

His eyes glanced over to where some members of the team were sitting. Once the Director was done briefing, they all began to speak up with their questions. All valid, of course. No one could ever be too careful.

Raiden glanced over to Leigh, who seemed rather annoyed that she wouldn't be putting her tracking skills to use, but the Director quickly shut them down. His eyes moved to the next speakers, Anathema and Marco, who brought up their own concerns.

Once there was a moderate silence, Raiden spoke up for the first time. His voice was solid and firm, with a sense of calm.

"We'll have to go in quiet. I got a vehicle we can use to get there. Instructions are clear, amnestics wont be necessary. If the Foundation wants them eliminated, its for a good reason. And for the radiation..."

He glanced over to the Director.

"I'm assuming you have some gear to provide us? Or did you expect us to bring everything?"

 

[Viper Actual]

A series of bumps shook the vehicle, making Linda open one of her eyes. Still ways to go.

She slowly moved her right hand which was tucked into one of the pockets on her jacket. Carefully she twisted and pulled her GPS-device so that she could see its screen without moving too much. To her driver she would still appear sound asleep but in reality she was well aware of her current whereabouts, even to the point where she could count down the minutes until they'd reach her destination.

Before Linda could tuck away the device and resume her half-sleeping there was a barely audible b-z-z-z-t coming from her left pocket. Without even thinking she used her thumb to press down the call button. Momentary static filled her low-profile earphones followed by three tones- much like a piano- informing Linda that the call was indeed encrypted. After a brief pause the words of Director Lockwood filled her ears and as he mentioned that some members of the team were present via audio or video Linda took the opportunity to click her phone twice- confirming her presence on the call.

While the driver continued to hum on songs from days past Linda paid close attention to the rhythm of the vehicle and the words of Dir. Lockwood. Furthermore, she was making mental notes of questions she might have on arrival as she couldn't see the material that Lockwood was referring to.

Once the initial briefing had ended Linda smirked briefly. Well, looks like we're going to Chernobyl after all.

"There," said the driver. Linda faked a yawn and looked up with seemingly weary eyes. The man was smiling and nodded once. "We're here." He looked outside. "Don't forget your bags."

Nodding, Linda leaned forward and tucked several hryvnia bills into the man's chest pocket. "Keep the change and drive safely," she said as she grabbed her rather large military rucksack and disembarked.

*
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As Raiden finished speaking a lone set of footsteps echoed throughout the hangar. Linda, still donning her IAEA-cap, was wearing a jacket with IAEA print and colors, ranger green outdoors pants and a pair of low-profile Salomon boots. While approaching the gathered team members she zipped open her jacket to reveal a lanyard holding an IAEA ID-badge which in reality held a secondary ID for SCP personnel only visible in a specific UV-spectrum.

Underneath the jacket were also her belt and body armor of which the mere sight would certainly dissuade any brave bandits out roaming the Ukrainian countryside.

Once she was close enough Linda nodded to no one in particular and set her rucksack down on one the chairs in the back. "Weylan, present," she said, seating herself and crossing her arms.

 

[SpazTheButcher]

Now he was hitting the area where he should've clarified certain things. He facepalmed himself and clicked his projector for another slide, this one being a map of the exclusion zone.

He mumbled to himself about raising clearances, and then began, "Chernobyl never happened. At least not the way the public knows. The Russians were doing some... interesting things during the Cold War. GRU Division P, Russia's version of the GOC and Pentagram, was at an all time operational high, and most of the jobs were about using anomalies to make the Soviet Union more powerful. Chernobyl was a... special facility. They claimed it was an RMBK for looks, but it was supposed to be the future of Anomalous power. Then one day someone pushed it to the limit, theories are running around that it was the CIA, not an accident, and the rest is history. The Russians release untold amounts of radiation into the atmosphere to cover it up, but the effects on Pripyat were... interesting. Anomalous wildlife and all sorts of strange things started popping up. Cover up was initiated, and here we are. Radiation will be the least of your worries, trust me. We will be deploying you to one of the areas least affected by the fallout and anomalies, but your will still be issued Class B HAZMAT equipment, masks and SCBA." He then looked over to the Commander, "We have transport assigned for your team. An Mi-17 will be arriving soon with two specialists who are being attached to your unit. Last minute, I know, but we needed to bolster your numbers. We decided the Mi-17 would be our best bet, in order to avoid the largest groupings on anomalies in the zone. They'll drop you off a few clicks out, and you can move in on foot. This way you can keep your surprise, and the Foundation gets the quick response. Anything else?"

 

[Sunsmiter]

SpazTheButcher
"Pray forgive my discourtesy for asking but...what exactly is a researcher like myself supposed to be doing during a cover-up mission?"
Well...can't blame her for asking."My expertise upon the field of science requires at least a focus before any preparations can be made."

 

[SpazTheButcher]

"In the unlikely event that your team will encounter anomalies, you will be needed to assist them in identifying and avoiding them. There is a lot we still don't know about the zone, so your knowledge is valuable for the team's objective. If there is nothing else, you all can begin preparations. Wheels up in ten mikes. Helo should be here in five," The Director finished. He stood at the podium and looked at the map of the zone, studying it. If anyone had anymore questions, they could go ahead, but the briefing was most obviously over.

 

[Lemonsanity]

The young team leader stood up and nodded to the director. "When you're geared up, rendezvous on me" Leigh stated as she looked around the room. Then she left with her large duffle back.