Sonspiracy III: I Want To Believe
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DIVISIONS IN RUSSIA FOLLOWING BEGINNING OF WAR. The rise of the Neo-Bolshevik Partys popularity following the Sochi attack have led to a wave of reactionary sentiment from a coalition of Russias ultracapitalists, oligarchs, and industrialists. While this coalition is loose at the moment, it is held together by Mikhail Prokhorov.
THIRD CHECHEN WAR. The Third Chechen War has been met with support from a large number of Americans, much to the dismay of Fox News executives and the Neo-Bolsheviks. Putins tough on terrorism and promise to avenge the deaths of those murdered by Chechen terrorists have gained American sympathy, not least because of the death of a popular American athlete in February at Sochi.
BLACKWATER CEO ANNOUNCES CREATION OF PRIESTLY ARM. In a surprise announcement, the CEO of Blackwater announced that Christian chaplains will be hired to service the religious needs of the corporation. This surprise move has been met with overwhelming apathy by most of the media.
ARE TEMPLARS REAL? Illumanti, eat your heart! Increasing numbers of people and musical artists are making references to the mythical Knights Templar. A recent Gallup poll shows that the number of Americans who believe the Knights Templar is a real organization is up five percent from this time last year.
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The Knight Templar will claim a group in D3: UBS AG, a bank in Switzerland, will have its leadership reconfirmed as Knight Templar to us.
Deutshe Bank will claim the following group in B4: New Yorker Hotel a Art Deco hotel in New York. We need to arrange a place for meetings...
Citibank North America will claim a group in A4:World Vision International a international Christian humanitarian aid, development, and advocacy organization.
Barclays Bank will claim the following group in B2: University of Cambridge. Knowledge is power; we must use it well.
Thyseen Krup will claim the following group in C1: Nexter, the French Government owned arms company. We will infiltrate and claim...
AngloGold Ashanti will claim the following in B5: Santander Group a Spanish banking group centered on Banco Santander, S.A.
Airbus Group had failed its last mission to claim Word Records. Hence in E4 it will try again: attempt to claim Word Records so we can spread the word.
Deutshe Bank will claim the following group in B4: New Yorker Hotel a Art Deco hotel in New York. We need to arrange a place for meetings...
Citibank North America will claim a group in A4:World Vision International a international Christian humanitarian aid, development, and advocacy organization.
Barclays Bank will claim the following group in B2: University of Cambridge. Knowledge is power; we must use it well.
Thyseen Krup will claim the following group in C1: Nexter, the French Government owned arms company. We will infiltrate and claim...
AngloGold Ashanti will claim the following in B5: Santander Group a Spanish banking group centered on Banco Santander, S.A.
Airbus Group had failed its last mission to claim Word Records. Hence in E4 it will try again: attempt to claim Word Records so we can spread the word.
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A7: Channel 7 aquires the rights to make a documentary about the Falklands War, named The Great War.
B7: The Periodico has become the official state organ of the Argentinans and as such now controls the Argentinan Media Department
C8: Odin Movie Corp announces it has bought the major share of Walt Disney Corporation
D8: Odin Movie Adaption corp announces its creation of an international brand of cinemas named Filmline. It will show "glorious movies" only.
B7: The Periodico has become the official state organ of the Argentinans and as such now controls the Argentinan Media Department
C8: Odin Movie Corp announces it has bought the major share of Walt Disney Corporation
D8: Odin Movie Adaption corp announces its creation of an international brand of cinemas named Filmline. It will show "glorious movies" only.
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David Icke, or rather the Reptoid impersonating David Icke, was sitting at the editors desk at the Truthseekers. Although it was a difficult job, he knew that the misinformation it provided was vital for his species plans for this universe. Seeing the finished product of the paper as well was quite a hoot sometimes as well. The telephone rang.
Hello, this is Truthseeker News Organization, editor David Icke speaking. David responded. At the other end he heard a noise that was so high pitched that humans couldnt hear it but Reptoids could hear very well. David secured the line.
Hello command, said David in perfect Latin, Im sorry I cant speak the mother tongue, Im in the office and loonies would get suspicious if I start hissing. None of them know Latin though, Ill just say I was speaking to my contacts in the Knights Templar or something.
That is what we wanted to talk to you about. said the Lizard on the other end of the phone, also in Latin, just to be extra sure that others wont hear the hissing. We require you to drop your story about the Knights effective immediately.
What? said David, and after a quick sigh he continued. I apologize, I was not doubting your judgement, I was merely confused to why you want me to cancel this article. I thought you wanted me to continue building upon the mistake beliefs of the populace so the concept of us even existing disappears from the public conscience in a few generations. Am I doing it wrong?
No, you are performing your job impeccably, said the Lizard on the other end of the line But the Knights Templar actually exists.
Really? said David Im surprised, I thought the secret oligarchies of this universe would try and be more secretive, at this rate theyll out themselves and get forcibly disbanded.
Yes, said the other Lizard And that is why we are leaving them be rather then have them drag us down with us. Weve already given up vital chances of expansion this month just so we dont end up provoking them. We have been having multiple incidents with other powers in this universe, we dont need another one.
Right. said David. Well its going to be difficult, this is Genes pet project, hes utterly convinced that the Templars are part of the Oneist Cult that are trying to disrupt his Timecube. Or something, I can barely understand the words that come out of his mouth. But dont worry, I will find a way to destroy his interest in this story.
Excellent, said the other Lizard We look forward to seeing your results at the end of the month. The phone went dead. David sighed, he was going to have to go all out on this one. David walked into the main office.
Guys, David said to the crowd of madmen, Ive got fantastic news. My Illuminati contact has given me the scoop of the century, its time for our biggest issue ever!
Hello, this is Truthseeker News Organization, editor David Icke speaking. David responded. At the other end he heard a noise that was so high pitched that humans couldnt hear it but Reptoids could hear very well. David secured the line.
Hello command, said David in perfect Latin, Im sorry I cant speak the mother tongue, Im in the office and loonies would get suspicious if I start hissing. None of them know Latin though, Ill just say I was speaking to my contacts in the Knights Templar or something.
That is what we wanted to talk to you about. said the Lizard on the other end of the phone, also in Latin, just to be extra sure that others wont hear the hissing. We require you to drop your story about the Knights effective immediately.
What? said David, and after a quick sigh he continued. I apologize, I was not doubting your judgement, I was merely confused to why you want me to cancel this article. I thought you wanted me to continue building upon the mistake beliefs of the populace so the concept of us even existing disappears from the public conscience in a few generations. Am I doing it wrong?
No, you are performing your job impeccably, said the Lizard on the other end of the line But the Knights Templar actually exists.
Really? said David Im surprised, I thought the secret oligarchies of this universe would try and be more secretive, at this rate theyll out themselves and get forcibly disbanded.
Yes, said the other Lizard And that is why we are leaving them be rather then have them drag us down with us. Weve already given up vital chances of expansion this month just so we dont end up provoking them. We have been having multiple incidents with other powers in this universe, we dont need another one.
Right. said David. Well its going to be difficult, this is Genes pet project, hes utterly convinced that the Templars are part of the Oneist Cult that are trying to disrupt his Timecube. Or something, I can barely understand the words that come out of his mouth. But dont worry, I will find a way to destroy his interest in this story.
Excellent, said the other Lizard We look forward to seeing your results at the end of the month. The phone went dead. David sighed, he was going to have to go all out on this one. David walked into the main office.
Guys, David said to the crowd of madmen, Ive got fantastic news. My Illuminati contact has given me the scoop of the century, its time for our biggest issue ever!
Omega124
Challenging Fate
Somewhere in Chechnya
Sitting in the back of an GAZ-2975, Yuri Makarov was in the middle of a small convoy, driving along in the Chechen countryside. Yuri started to run his hand across the barrel of the AK on the seat next to him. With the increased violence in the sector in the past few days, Yuri wondered why his connections with the SGB decided this nameless town of all of them was the best one to make a rendezvous, but the deed was done at this point.
At this point, all Yuri cared about was arranging the next part of his grand scheme. Whoever won this conflict, if it even goes anywhere, was of no real importance to the leader of the World Revolution. The place was mostly worthless, and filled with a bunch of whiny zealots who wouldn't even understand communism if-
The unmistakable scream of an RPG being fired filled Yrui's ears, like the sound of Death laughing in his ears. Eyes widening like a gazelle, the brown haired man grabbed his rifle and leaped for the door. With only a few seconds between life and death, Yuri opened the door with all of his might and jumped out of the truck. The man crashed into the earth, with searing heat covering his entire backside and the explosion's drumming preventing him from hearing his own thoughts.
The confused cacophony of guns overtook the sound of the explosion a few seconds later. Yuri kept his head low while gripping his assault rifle tight, not wanting to present himself as a target for the ambushers. Yuri used to be a soldier at one point of his life, but it was over a decade ago, and he knew he was undeniably rusty at fighting. He'd simply get shot if he joined with his bodyguards and fired back.
As the seconds weaned into minutes, the gunfire started to become more and more infrequent. Unfortunately, the guns closer to Yuri were more silent than the ones further away. Before he could envision the ramifications of being captured, Yuri could feel his body being slowly dragged across the ground. Lifting his head up, Yuri saw one of the Russian soldiers he was with dragging his body across the dirt, with a look of pure determination.
Yuri protested, "I can walk."
"Then do so," the soldier demanded, letting his hands free from Yuri, who immediately got up. Looking around him, Yuri could see that the convoy was ambushed in the middle of a valley. The insurgents fired from caves on one side of the hills surrounding the convoy, thankfully the side further away from the pair. There was little to no vegetation on the ground; the most they could look for as cover is rocks and boulders. The only way out was through the hills closer to them, a perilous task as the insurgents continued to rain bullets at Yuri.
Dodging behind rock and rock, the two slowly made progress up into the hills. As they approached the summit, the cacophony of gunfire started to die down, as the Chechens started to give up killing the stragglers and instead check out the convoy they just destroyed. Soon, the two managed to reach the summit, overlooking a small, deserted village.
"Isn't this the place we were heading for anyways?," Yuri inquired.
The soldier nodded, "Can't drive vehicles over hills. We had to go through the valley."
The two descended down the hill, approaching the town. Keeping their guards up, they scouted for any sign of movement within the town. With a hallowing wind blowing dirt and litter around deserted buildings, it looked as if it has been a long time since anyone stepped into this village. Something just seemed... off.
"Who are you, anyways?," the soldier asked with a suspicious tone.
"My name is Yuri," the brown hair man replied, "And some old friends wanted to see me. It's probably best for your own life if you don't get too entangled in it, Mr..."
"Pvt. Yakov Federov, 1st Spetnantz Guards Brigade."
Suddenly, the silence of the deserted village shattered when a distinctly human cry echoed out of the building next to Yuri. The wailing was as high pitched as it was constant, and it conveyed a sense of fear and urgency.
Yakov inquired, "Did... did someone leave their baby here?"
"Sounds like its in trouble, too," Yuri added as he bolted towards the door. He reached for the knob and after a heavy sigh, twisted the knob and pulled the door forward. He was immediately greeted with the sight of blood everywhere, covering the floors, walls, and what little furniture existed in the room. Tiny, crushed up bones were littered in the pool of blood, which was still wet.
Filled with disgust, Yuri could only muster, "Oh. my. god."
"What. the. f***," Yakov added.
The shrieking of the baby was undeniably close, and saving it from whatever caused this literal bloodbath instantly became their priority. However, as sudden as the crying started, it stopped suddenly, muffled out in the middle of a wail. Not wanting to waste any more time, Yakov kicked the old, dusty door to the next room with enough force to completely unhinge it from the frame. However, instead of running in, he froze at the entryway. Yuri dashed next to him to see what was wrong.
With an infant's feet dangling from his mouth, a green, reptilian humanoid stared at the pair, with eyes filled with carnivorous intent. The baby at this point was not moving; the sharp teeth of this green creature already punctured and killed it. With a single slurping motion, the reptilian beast forced the rest of the infant's body into its mouth, not letting its eyes blink or deviate from the two intruding Russians.
Before the humans could even react, the creature lunged at Yakov, tackling the soldier and pinning him on the blood stained floor. The creature's claws dug straight into his shoulders, and the green best's mouth went straight for Yakov's neck. Luckily, the Guardsman still held onto his AK, and rammed the butt of his rifle into the reptilian creature's head, narrowly preventing it from tearing his throat out.
Yuri frantically pointed his own gun at the monster's head. He had seen some pretty crazy things over his tenure in the World Revolution, but nothing has come close to giant green lizard man eating a baby and attempting to tear their throats out. With his hands shaking in fear, the brown haired man fired a burst at the creature's head. Despite his fear, he managed to concentrate enough to have his bullets fly straight into the lizard's brain. Yakov pushed the dead creature off of him, and its blood started to mix with already present blood.
"Whatwasthatwhatwasthatwhatwasthat," Yakov repeatedly mumbled as he got up, too shellshocked to add anymore thought.
"Reptoids," Yuri stated, almost frightfully himself, "Reznov heard some rumors about them coming to Earth a few years ago, secretly impersonating humans and eating our babies. We both thought it was just a joke, but... oh god they're real."
Yakov was even more confused than before. "Coming to Earth? They're aliens? And who's Reznov?"
Yuri shook his head, exasperated. "No time to explain, if I could even explain most of those questions. I'm betting there's more than one of this... thing. We have to keep moving."
"Right. I see blood coming from the stairs over there. That might be our best bet," Yakov responded. When Yuri checked out the stairs, true to the soldier's word there was in fact a trail of fresh blood covering the flight. Since Yakov took the point last time, Yuri elected to go first, loading a fresh clip for his rifle as he ascended up the stairs.
The top of the stairs led to an open room, with a large, circular desk being the focal point of the room. On top of the table were eight fresh bodies, and Yuri instantly recognized them as his contacts in the SGB. Each had a few bites carved into them, but for the most part remained fresh. However, more surprisingly to Yuri, those same eight men were also standing around the table, next to their corpses, smirking at the pair.
"You've made a terrible mistake, monkeys," the closest man said to Yuri while drawing, with the same identical voice of the now assumingly former friend, "Wandering where your eyes didn't belong". All eight started to draw their human weaponry, no doubt stolen from the corpses of Yuri's contacts.
From the other side of the room, a familiar female voice echoed, "No, you made the mistake, lizards."
Rachel Solomon appeared from a hallway, flanking the doppelgangers from their other side. Holding dual Uzis, she stared at the reptoids with a fierce glare not even reserved for Yuri. "I've been hunting you down for months," she said, her voice seething with rage, "Now. Die."
The American open fired, using the wall of the hallway as cover. The Reptoids responded, some firing at her while others fired at the two Russians Yuri dashed behind a potted plant before firing lead at the disguised Reptoids. Yakov, preferring a more dramatic way to end the fight, threw a grenade at the table before ducking on the stairs themselves.
The Reptoids were too cocksure in their victory to even notice the grenade landing near them. Those that weren't outright killed by the shrapnel were quickly gunned down by the combined efforts of Rachel and Yuri. The fight was over almost as soon as it started.
As the two Russians started to regroup towards Yuri's position, Rachel approached the corpses of the doppelgangers; their human shells dissolving into their true reptilian forms. She stared at aliens with the anger of a thousand suns, seemingly not caring to deal with the head of her organizations' most hated enemy in the same.
"Do you know her?," Yakov whispered to his new found war comrade.
"Yes," the leader of the World Revolution quietly affirmed, "Although I don't know if I want to".
"That was for Jackie," Rachel mumbled, before spitting at their general direction.
She then start to walk towards the Russians, with only one of her guns pointed at the pair. However, this was one too many for Yakov, who immediately jumped up, aiming his AK at the American woman. Yuri hesitated for a second, but then followed his Guardsman counterpoint.
Rachel stopped in her tracks. She silently continued to point her gun at Yuri, and the two likewise kept their weapons up. However, where the Russians were tense, thinking that yet another shootout was about to occur, Rachel looked more relieved than anything else; she even broke down in a minor chuckle.
"If I was going to shoot you," she said, "I would had done it by now."
She immediately lowered her weapon, and after a few seconds of confusion, the men followed suit. Yuri in particular was confused by this development. "Are you sure? You seemed to have been following me with a gun in the past."
"Remember when we first met, that I said I had bigger fish to fry than you, Yuri? These monsters were it," the Orderswoman admitted, before adding, "I. hate. Reptoids."
Yuri was intrigued, "Even more than us communists?"
Now it was Yakov's turn to be confused, "Wait, what? What does communism have to do with anything?"
"Communists," Rachel bitterly retorted while ignoring Yakov, "Never ate my daughter."
Yuri blinked. "Oh," was all he was able to muster.
"It happened two years ago," she went on, her eyes starting to get watery, "I just got married to my husband, Frank and had my first daughter, Jackie. I was just about ready to quit this job and just be a mom, but then... just barely a week after I gave birth... one of those things entered my house, and I guess he was hungry because..."
Rachel was physically holding back tears at this point. Yuri rushed up to the woman and started to soothe her.
"Let's just say," Rachel continued, "I was short of a daughter that day. And when Frank saw it eating Jackie, I was short of a husband, too. And the worst thing is, he got away. I tried to, but I wasn't able to kill him."
Both Yakov and Yuri were speechless. There was simply nothing for them to add; they just needed to let the grieving mother grieve. After what seemed like an eternity, the American calmed down, and broke off from Yuri's grasp.
"I... I don't know why I keep on telling you everything about me, Yuri," Rachel meekly admitted.
Yakov smirked, suspecting the obvious conclusion. Yuri lightly tapped the soldier with his elbow; he didn't want the soldier getting any ideas. "So, about our loyalties...," Yuri trailed on.
"I actually have orders now to kill you where you stand," Rachel stated, "But anyone who's against the Reptoids is a friend of mine, Cold War legacies be damned. You two, just go. I'll pretend I never saw you. I'm going to document these kills and then dispose of their bodies. The last thing we want is the public knowing these exist."
"Fair enough," Yuri said. He could tell Yakov didn't like the idea of covering up the fact that alien reptiles lived on Earth, but Yuri also could tell he couldn't do anything about it. It wouldn't be like anyone would believe him. Either way, the young private would never be a normal soldier again; but Yuri felt like he had a responsibility to the soldier.
As the two walked out of the building, Yuri asked, "You ever heard of the World Revolution?"
Sitting in the back of an GAZ-2975, Yuri Makarov was in the middle of a small convoy, driving along in the Chechen countryside. Yuri started to run his hand across the barrel of the AK on the seat next to him. With the increased violence in the sector in the past few days, Yuri wondered why his connections with the SGB decided this nameless town of all of them was the best one to make a rendezvous, but the deed was done at this point.
At this point, all Yuri cared about was arranging the next part of his grand scheme. Whoever won this conflict, if it even goes anywhere, was of no real importance to the leader of the World Revolution. The place was mostly worthless, and filled with a bunch of whiny zealots who wouldn't even understand communism if-
The unmistakable scream of an RPG being fired filled Yrui's ears, like the sound of Death laughing in his ears. Eyes widening like a gazelle, the brown haired man grabbed his rifle and leaped for the door. With only a few seconds between life and death, Yuri opened the door with all of his might and jumped out of the truck. The man crashed into the earth, with searing heat covering his entire backside and the explosion's drumming preventing him from hearing his own thoughts.
The confused cacophony of guns overtook the sound of the explosion a few seconds later. Yuri kept his head low while gripping his assault rifle tight, not wanting to present himself as a target for the ambushers. Yuri used to be a soldier at one point of his life, but it was over a decade ago, and he knew he was undeniably rusty at fighting. He'd simply get shot if he joined with his bodyguards and fired back.
As the seconds weaned into minutes, the gunfire started to become more and more infrequent. Unfortunately, the guns closer to Yuri were more silent than the ones further away. Before he could envision the ramifications of being captured, Yuri could feel his body being slowly dragged across the ground. Lifting his head up, Yuri saw one of the Russian soldiers he was with dragging his body across the dirt, with a look of pure determination.
Yuri protested, "I can walk."
"Then do so," the soldier demanded, letting his hands free from Yuri, who immediately got up. Looking around him, Yuri could see that the convoy was ambushed in the middle of a valley. The insurgents fired from caves on one side of the hills surrounding the convoy, thankfully the side further away from the pair. There was little to no vegetation on the ground; the most they could look for as cover is rocks and boulders. The only way out was through the hills closer to them, a perilous task as the insurgents continued to rain bullets at Yuri.
Dodging behind rock and rock, the two slowly made progress up into the hills. As they approached the summit, the cacophony of gunfire started to die down, as the Chechens started to give up killing the stragglers and instead check out the convoy they just destroyed. Soon, the two managed to reach the summit, overlooking a small, deserted village.
"Isn't this the place we were heading for anyways?," Yuri inquired.
The soldier nodded, "Can't drive vehicles over hills. We had to go through the valley."
The two descended down the hill, approaching the town. Keeping their guards up, they scouted for any sign of movement within the town. With a hallowing wind blowing dirt and litter around deserted buildings, it looked as if it has been a long time since anyone stepped into this village. Something just seemed... off.
"Who are you, anyways?," the soldier asked with a suspicious tone.
"My name is Yuri," the brown hair man replied, "And some old friends wanted to see me. It's probably best for your own life if you don't get too entangled in it, Mr..."
"Pvt. Yakov Federov, 1st Spetnantz Guards Brigade."
Suddenly, the silence of the deserted village shattered when a distinctly human cry echoed out of the building next to Yuri. The wailing was as high pitched as it was constant, and it conveyed a sense of fear and urgency.
Yakov inquired, "Did... did someone leave their baby here?"
"Sounds like its in trouble, too," Yuri added as he bolted towards the door. He reached for the knob and after a heavy sigh, twisted the knob and pulled the door forward. He was immediately greeted with the sight of blood everywhere, covering the floors, walls, and what little furniture existed in the room. Tiny, crushed up bones were littered in the pool of blood, which was still wet.
Filled with disgust, Yuri could only muster, "Oh. my. god."
"What. the. f***," Yakov added.
The shrieking of the baby was undeniably close, and saving it from whatever caused this literal bloodbath instantly became their priority. However, as sudden as the crying started, it stopped suddenly, muffled out in the middle of a wail. Not wanting to waste any more time, Yakov kicked the old, dusty door to the next room with enough force to completely unhinge it from the frame. However, instead of running in, he froze at the entryway. Yuri dashed next to him to see what was wrong.
With an infant's feet dangling from his mouth, a green, reptilian humanoid stared at the pair, with eyes filled with carnivorous intent. The baby at this point was not moving; the sharp teeth of this green creature already punctured and killed it. With a single slurping motion, the reptilian beast forced the rest of the infant's body into its mouth, not letting its eyes blink or deviate from the two intruding Russians.
Before the humans could even react, the creature lunged at Yakov, tackling the soldier and pinning him on the blood stained floor. The creature's claws dug straight into his shoulders, and the green best's mouth went straight for Yakov's neck. Luckily, the Guardsman still held onto his AK, and rammed the butt of his rifle into the reptilian creature's head, narrowly preventing it from tearing his throat out.
Yuri frantically pointed his own gun at the monster's head. He had seen some pretty crazy things over his tenure in the World Revolution, but nothing has come close to giant green lizard man eating a baby and attempting to tear their throats out. With his hands shaking in fear, the brown haired man fired a burst at the creature's head. Despite his fear, he managed to concentrate enough to have his bullets fly straight into the lizard's brain. Yakov pushed the dead creature off of him, and its blood started to mix with already present blood.
"Whatwasthatwhatwasthatwhatwasthat," Yakov repeatedly mumbled as he got up, too shellshocked to add anymore thought.
"Reptoids," Yuri stated, almost frightfully himself, "Reznov heard some rumors about them coming to Earth a few years ago, secretly impersonating humans and eating our babies. We both thought it was just a joke, but... oh god they're real."
Yakov was even more confused than before. "Coming to Earth? They're aliens? And who's Reznov?"
Yuri shook his head, exasperated. "No time to explain, if I could even explain most of those questions. I'm betting there's more than one of this... thing. We have to keep moving."
"Right. I see blood coming from the stairs over there. That might be our best bet," Yakov responded. When Yuri checked out the stairs, true to the soldier's word there was in fact a trail of fresh blood covering the flight. Since Yakov took the point last time, Yuri elected to go first, loading a fresh clip for his rifle as he ascended up the stairs.
The top of the stairs led to an open room, with a large, circular desk being the focal point of the room. On top of the table were eight fresh bodies, and Yuri instantly recognized them as his contacts in the SGB. Each had a few bites carved into them, but for the most part remained fresh. However, more surprisingly to Yuri, those same eight men were also standing around the table, next to their corpses, smirking at the pair.
"You've made a terrible mistake, monkeys," the closest man said to Yuri while drawing, with the same identical voice of the now assumingly former friend, "Wandering where your eyes didn't belong". All eight started to draw their human weaponry, no doubt stolen from the corpses of Yuri's contacts.
From the other side of the room, a familiar female voice echoed, "No, you made the mistake, lizards."
Rachel Solomon appeared from a hallway, flanking the doppelgangers from their other side. Holding dual Uzis, she stared at the reptoids with a fierce glare not even reserved for Yuri. "I've been hunting you down for months," she said, her voice seething with rage, "Now. Die."
The American open fired, using the wall of the hallway as cover. The Reptoids responded, some firing at her while others fired at the two Russians Yuri dashed behind a potted plant before firing lead at the disguised Reptoids. Yakov, preferring a more dramatic way to end the fight, threw a grenade at the table before ducking on the stairs themselves.
The Reptoids were too cocksure in their victory to even notice the grenade landing near them. Those that weren't outright killed by the shrapnel were quickly gunned down by the combined efforts of Rachel and Yuri. The fight was over almost as soon as it started.
As the two Russians started to regroup towards Yuri's position, Rachel approached the corpses of the doppelgangers; their human shells dissolving into their true reptilian forms. She stared at aliens with the anger of a thousand suns, seemingly not caring to deal with the head of her organizations' most hated enemy in the same.
"Do you know her?," Yakov whispered to his new found war comrade.
"Yes," the leader of the World Revolution quietly affirmed, "Although I don't know if I want to".
"That was for Jackie," Rachel mumbled, before spitting at their general direction.
She then start to walk towards the Russians, with only one of her guns pointed at the pair. However, this was one too many for Yakov, who immediately jumped up, aiming his AK at the American woman. Yuri hesitated for a second, but then followed his Guardsman counterpoint.
Rachel stopped in her tracks. She silently continued to point her gun at Yuri, and the two likewise kept their weapons up. However, where the Russians were tense, thinking that yet another shootout was about to occur, Rachel looked more relieved than anything else; she even broke down in a minor chuckle.
"If I was going to shoot you," she said, "I would had done it by now."
She immediately lowered her weapon, and after a few seconds of confusion, the men followed suit. Yuri in particular was confused by this development. "Are you sure? You seemed to have been following me with a gun in the past."
"Remember when we first met, that I said I had bigger fish to fry than you, Yuri? These monsters were it," the Orderswoman admitted, before adding, "I. hate. Reptoids."
Yuri was intrigued, "Even more than us communists?"
Now it was Yakov's turn to be confused, "Wait, what? What does communism have to do with anything?"
"Communists," Rachel bitterly retorted while ignoring Yakov, "Never ate my daughter."
Yuri blinked. "Oh," was all he was able to muster.
"It happened two years ago," she went on, her eyes starting to get watery, "I just got married to my husband, Frank and had my first daughter, Jackie. I was just about ready to quit this job and just be a mom, but then... just barely a week after I gave birth... one of those things entered my house, and I guess he was hungry because..."
Rachel was physically holding back tears at this point. Yuri rushed up to the woman and started to soothe her.
"Let's just say," Rachel continued, "I was short of a daughter that day. And when Frank saw it eating Jackie, I was short of a husband, too. And the worst thing is, he got away. I tried to, but I wasn't able to kill him."
Both Yakov and Yuri were speechless. There was simply nothing for them to add; they just needed to let the grieving mother grieve. After what seemed like an eternity, the American calmed down, and broke off from Yuri's grasp.
"I... I don't know why I keep on telling you everything about me, Yuri," Rachel meekly admitted.
Yakov smirked, suspecting the obvious conclusion. Yuri lightly tapped the soldier with his elbow; he didn't want the soldier getting any ideas. "So, about our loyalties...," Yuri trailed on.
"I actually have orders now to kill you where you stand," Rachel stated, "But anyone who's against the Reptoids is a friend of mine, Cold War legacies be damned. You two, just go. I'll pretend I never saw you. I'm going to document these kills and then dispose of their bodies. The last thing we want is the public knowing these exist."
"Fair enough," Yuri said. He could tell Yakov didn't like the idea of covering up the fact that alien reptiles lived on Earth, but Yuri also could tell he couldn't do anything about it. It wouldn't be like anyone would believe him. Either way, the young private would never be a normal soldier again; but Yuri felt like he had a responsibility to the soldier.
As the two walked out of the building, Yuri asked, "You ever heard of the World Revolution?"
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M6- Legion of the Devourer
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April 27th, 2014
██ kilometers west of Cairo, Egypt
"Clear!"
The C4 went off with a bang, sending a wafting cloud of dust into the cave entrance followed by the sound of collapsing rubble. Switching on powerful floodlights, all four members of the Foundation containment team peered through the newly formed hole in the wall.
"Tomb Raiders to Anubis," the squad leader reported over his headset. "We've breached the entrance and we're moving in."
"Roger that Tomb Raiders," the head researcher Dr. Amon responded. "Move in and secure the object."
Amon looked at the video feed closely while the team squeezed one at a time through the gap. They had entered into a small room, devoid of any sort of decorations or hieroglyphics. The only notable feature he could see was an altar at the far end of the room, just as plain as the walls and ceiling. Evidently the ancient Egyptians didn't want to spend too much time building this room.
"Anubis, there's something on the floor. Looks like a bunch of lines." The camera panned down to illuminate the streaks of gold curving along the floor.
"Looks like a design. Can't tell what it is from here Tomb Raiders, can you see what that is?" The team fanned out to cover the entire floor.
"Wings, claws, mouth full of fire...looks like some sort of dragon, Anubis."
That was very interesting, Dr. Amon thought privately. Dragons were barely mentioned in Egyptian mythology, so seeing a massive one depicted in an Egyptian chamber like this is certainly anomalous.
"Found the scip, Anubis," the squad member near the altar reported in. Amon looked through the appropriate feed and spotted the green ankh embedded in the stone, surrounded by golden engravings depicting a great winged beast. "Looks like it isn't wedged in too tight. Is it a cognitohazard Anubis?"
"Negative Tomb Raiders, the other four copies haven't been shown to have any anomalous qualities on their own. It's likely that any effects would only manifest when all five are brought together. Retrieve the object." The squad member carefully reached out and took hold the ankh, with the other three members quietly aiming their assault rifles at his back, just in case. Thankfully, the ankh came out of the slot unharmed, as well as the squad member. He started turning around, but not before Amon spotted something on the feed.
"Tomb Raiders, focus on the edge of the altar." Dr. Amon ordered. The camera feed drew closer to the altar, revealing a thin gap around the edge.
"It's a tomb," the squad leader realized.
"See if you can get that open Tomb Raiders."
After a brief amount of shoving, the lid of the plain sarcophagus was pushed out of place and crashed to the ground. The camera feed revealed a body inside, female judging by the shape, wrapped like the typical Egyptian mummy but twisted around and lying at an odd angle. The bottom was unceremoniously filled with sand, and the wrapping itself was shriveled and faded appropriately for its age. The corpse itself seemed unusually well-formed and looked to be taller then most people alive at the time were.
"What do you make of this Anubis? Was the body just wrapped and thrown in here?"
"Either that or it was still alive," Dr. Amon grimly suggested. "The wrappings on the hands appear to be in pretty bad shape, can you tell how the corpse itself is looking?"
A gloved hand appeared on the video feed and began to carefully manipulate the mummy's hand, turning it back and forth.
"It looks...fresh..." the squad member said cautiously.
"Fresh? How severe is the decomposition?"
"There isn't any, Anubis."
Amon leaned forward and peered through the camera feed. Through the gaps in the wrappings, clean white skin showed through. Did the jade ankh have anything to do with that, or was it something else?
"Someone take a look at the head for me," Dr. Amon requested. The same hand moved to the wrappings around the head, the video feed moving closer as the squad member hovered over the body. He started to part the wrappings above with his hands, tearing the fragile bandages slightly before coming across...
"The hell?" Amon and the squad member exclaimed in unison. The wrappings had parted to reveal the same undamaged skin and the right eye, which was entirely colored bright red with a slitted pupil, like that of a snake. Dr. Amon considered the possibilities of what was in front of him as the camera held on the snakelike eye.
"So, a woman with snake eyes was buried unceremoniously, possibly forcibly, in a secluded room depicting a dragon where her body did not decompose." Dr. Amon recited to himself. "Something is definitely anomalous here."
"Should we retrieve the body Anubis?"
"Negative Tomb Raiders, we'll send in medical staff to secure it. Return with the scip for debriefing."
Three of the camera feeds turned toward the door and moved towards it, but the fourth continued to hold on the body and the discolored eye. The operative's visible hand shook slightly before turning to face the gun in his other hand.
"Tomb Raiders, one of you is lagging behind," Dr. Amon reminded them. "Leave the mummy and report for debriefing."
"Murphy, stop daydreaming and let's go," the squad leader ordered. The lagging operative turned to face the others, readying his gun. The squad leader looked briefly satisfied before Dr. Amon spotted the operative named Murphy switching the safety off.
"Tomb Raiders, check your-"
Gunshots echoed through the chamber as Murphy opened fire. The squad leader looked stunned as the entire clip was unloaded into his chest before dropping to the ground. Murphy began loading another clip, but was cut short when the remaining squad members fired on him, riddling him with gunfire. A stray bullet killed the camera feed, forcing Dr. Amon to switch to the secondary camera, just in time to watch one of the operatives run up to the gun-happy squad member.
"Why would Murphy start firing on us? I thought you said the jade thing wasn't a cognitohazard!" the camera holder shouted, spinning around the camera to watch for anything suspicious.
"Calm down Tomb Raiders, we don't know why that happened. Leave the tomb immediately, we'll send in the Mobile Task Force."
"But what about Murphy and the Sarge?" the operative looking over Murphy's body asked unsteadily.
"They'll be picked up as well, but you both need to vacate the area before-"
Dr. Amon was cut off by the screaming. The camera feed jerked back to the operative next to the tomb. The mummified corpse stood there, still wrapped in bandages, holding the operative in the air by his throat. The camera operator swore loudly as the mummy swung the operative overhead against the stone tomb, shattering it. The remaining operative opened fire, but the mummy had charged at him with incredible speed and he could only get a few shots out, all of which hit home to no effect. There was a gargled scream and the sound of bones breaking before the connection broke, leaving the static image of the attacker on the screen, the blood-red eye exposed.
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Mobile Task Force Beta-2 "Imhotep Haters" was immediately scrambled to contain the threat, but the subject vanished from the area shortly after the incident and has yet to be recovered. Dr. Amon was suspended from duty after the incident but has since been reinstated with no further penalties following a hearing before the O5 council. All footage has been confiscated and will be stored at Site-45. Subject has been filed as SCP-████ and has been assigned Keter class pending further investigation.
Judging by what we have seen, SCP-████ not only possesses enhanced strength and agility, but also posses the ability to control others by means unknown. Recovery of SCP-████ should be our highest priority, and more research should be conducted to determine the connection to the engraving found in the tomb. O5-3
---
April 27th, 2014
██ kilometers west of Cairo, Egypt
"Clear!"
The C4 went off with a bang, sending a wafting cloud of dust into the cave entrance followed by the sound of collapsing rubble. Switching on powerful floodlights, all four members of the Foundation containment team peered through the newly formed hole in the wall.
"Tomb Raiders to Anubis," the squad leader reported over his headset. "We've breached the entrance and we're moving in."
"Roger that Tomb Raiders," the head researcher Dr. Amon responded. "Move in and secure the object."
Amon looked at the video feed closely while the team squeezed one at a time through the gap. They had entered into a small room, devoid of any sort of decorations or hieroglyphics. The only notable feature he could see was an altar at the far end of the room, just as plain as the walls and ceiling. Evidently the ancient Egyptians didn't want to spend too much time building this room.
"Anubis, there's something on the floor. Looks like a bunch of lines." The camera panned down to illuminate the streaks of gold curving along the floor.
"Looks like a design. Can't tell what it is from here Tomb Raiders, can you see what that is?" The team fanned out to cover the entire floor.
"Wings, claws, mouth full of fire...looks like some sort of dragon, Anubis."
That was very interesting, Dr. Amon thought privately. Dragons were barely mentioned in Egyptian mythology, so seeing a massive one depicted in an Egyptian chamber like this is certainly anomalous.
"Found the scip, Anubis," the squad member near the altar reported in. Amon looked through the appropriate feed and spotted the green ankh embedded in the stone, surrounded by golden engravings depicting a great winged beast. "Looks like it isn't wedged in too tight. Is it a cognitohazard Anubis?"
"Negative Tomb Raiders, the other four copies haven't been shown to have any anomalous qualities on their own. It's likely that any effects would only manifest when all five are brought together. Retrieve the object." The squad member carefully reached out and took hold the ankh, with the other three members quietly aiming their assault rifles at his back, just in case. Thankfully, the ankh came out of the slot unharmed, as well as the squad member. He started turning around, but not before Amon spotted something on the feed.
"Tomb Raiders, focus on the edge of the altar." Dr. Amon ordered. The camera feed drew closer to the altar, revealing a thin gap around the edge.
"It's a tomb," the squad leader realized.
"See if you can get that open Tomb Raiders."
After a brief amount of shoving, the lid of the plain sarcophagus was pushed out of place and crashed to the ground. The camera feed revealed a body inside, female judging by the shape, wrapped like the typical Egyptian mummy but twisted around and lying at an odd angle. The bottom was unceremoniously filled with sand, and the wrapping itself was shriveled and faded appropriately for its age. The corpse itself seemed unusually well-formed and looked to be taller then most people alive at the time were.
"What do you make of this Anubis? Was the body just wrapped and thrown in here?"
"Either that or it was still alive," Dr. Amon grimly suggested. "The wrappings on the hands appear to be in pretty bad shape, can you tell how the corpse itself is looking?"
A gloved hand appeared on the video feed and began to carefully manipulate the mummy's hand, turning it back and forth.
"It looks...fresh..." the squad member said cautiously.
"Fresh? How severe is the decomposition?"
"There isn't any, Anubis."
Amon leaned forward and peered through the camera feed. Through the gaps in the wrappings, clean white skin showed through. Did the jade ankh have anything to do with that, or was it something else?
"Someone take a look at the head for me," Dr. Amon requested. The same hand moved to the wrappings around the head, the video feed moving closer as the squad member hovered over the body. He started to part the wrappings above with his hands, tearing the fragile bandages slightly before coming across...
"The hell?" Amon and the squad member exclaimed in unison. The wrappings had parted to reveal the same undamaged skin and the right eye, which was entirely colored bright red with a slitted pupil, like that of a snake. Dr. Amon considered the possibilities of what was in front of him as the camera held on the snakelike eye.
"So, a woman with snake eyes was buried unceremoniously, possibly forcibly, in a secluded room depicting a dragon where her body did not decompose." Dr. Amon recited to himself. "Something is definitely anomalous here."
"Should we retrieve the body Anubis?"
"Negative Tomb Raiders, we'll send in medical staff to secure it. Return with the scip for debriefing."
Three of the camera feeds turned toward the door and moved towards it, but the fourth continued to hold on the body and the discolored eye. The operative's visible hand shook slightly before turning to face the gun in his other hand.
"Tomb Raiders, one of you is lagging behind," Dr. Amon reminded them. "Leave the mummy and report for debriefing."
"Murphy, stop daydreaming and let's go," the squad leader ordered. The lagging operative turned to face the others, readying his gun. The squad leader looked briefly satisfied before Dr. Amon spotted the operative named Murphy switching the safety off.
"Tomb Raiders, check your-"
Gunshots echoed through the chamber as Murphy opened fire. The squad leader looked stunned as the entire clip was unloaded into his chest before dropping to the ground. Murphy began loading another clip, but was cut short when the remaining squad members fired on him, riddling him with gunfire. A stray bullet killed the camera feed, forcing Dr. Amon to switch to the secondary camera, just in time to watch one of the operatives run up to the gun-happy squad member.
"Why would Murphy start firing on us? I thought you said the jade thing wasn't a cognitohazard!" the camera holder shouted, spinning around the camera to watch for anything suspicious.
"Calm down Tomb Raiders, we don't know why that happened. Leave the tomb immediately, we'll send in the Mobile Task Force."
"But what about Murphy and the Sarge?" the operative looking over Murphy's body asked unsteadily.
"They'll be picked up as well, but you both need to vacate the area before-"
Dr. Amon was cut off by the screaming. The camera feed jerked back to the operative next to the tomb. The mummified corpse stood there, still wrapped in bandages, holding the operative in the air by his throat. The camera operator swore loudly as the mummy swung the operative overhead against the stone tomb, shattering it. The remaining operative opened fire, but the mummy had charged at him with incredible speed and he could only get a few shots out, all of which hit home to no effect. There was a gargled scream and the sound of bones breaking before the connection broke, leaving the static image of the attacker on the screen, the blood-red eye exposed.
---
Mobile Task Force Beta-2 "Imhotep Haters" was immediately scrambled to contain the threat, but the subject vanished from the area shortly after the incident and has yet to be recovered. Dr. Amon was suspended from duty after the incident but has since been reinstated with no further penalties following a hearing before the O5 council. All footage has been confiscated and will be stored at Site-45. Subject has been filed as SCP-████ and has been assigned Keter class pending further investigation.
Judging by what we have seen, SCP-████ not only possesses enhanced strength and agility, but also posses the ability to control others by means unknown. Recovery of SCP-████ should be our highest priority, and more research should be conducted to determine the connection to the engraving found in the tomb. O5-3
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Summer 2014
OOC: Going from Monthly to Seasonally
Confusion is abound on American prime time as the Third Crimean War[/i} continues. Fox News, faced with the dilemma of either having to support Putin or Islam, decided to pull out the attack everything card, slamming Putins handling of the war and the Islamic elements of the secessionists. However, it is becoming increasingly difficult to slam Putins handling of the war when more and more groups surrender to Russian forces.
NBC Universal took things one step further: accusing Russia of using depleted uranium and white phosphorous, something Fox News picked up quickly.
As the Neo-Bolshevik Party continues to remain visible on the international political landscape, both media companies will continue slamming communism, which has resulted in old attacks on Democrats and President Obama to resurface. It is an election year, and already the effects of the anti-communism crusade are being felt in the polls.
In other news, Lock-wait, what? JUSTIN BIEBER IS DEAD? What do you mean he died in a car crash? Well, you heard it here first people. Justin Paul Walkin Bieber is dead. We will spend the next week in mourning on the Facebooks and Twitters and Tumblrs.
The New Yorker Hotel is attracting men and women of all walks of upper-class life. The NYH is notable for its decidedly retro art deco style and six-star luxuries. Strategically located near the heart of New York City, the NYH promises to leave a positive mark on the city. New York City is also in the news for the establishment of the World Vision International, a Christian charity with already deep ties in the humanitarian world. The CEO of Citibank North America made a $2 million donation to the charity in May.
In Argentina, Channel 7 acquired the rights to an obscure book on the Falklands War. The TV documentary will be called [/B]The Great War[/B] and set to air sometime this year. So far, the announcement has gained little attention elsewhere in West other than Argentinas traditional enemy. In other media news, the Argentine government purchased Periodico, causing widespread criticism by international journalists citing the implementation of the Argentina Media Department as being little more than an attempt to suppress free press.
In Hollywood News, Cyborg Mall Cop and America, The Beautiful are the dueling movies to watch for this summer. America, The Beautiful is expected to win overseas thanks to the efforts of the Odin Movie Adaption Corp and Filmline. Despite this monumental dueling movies, ODCs acquisition of majority stake in Walt Disney Corporation has made headlines since early April.
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No more stats. Stats were useless anyway.
 
Robert Can't
Éponine
B11 St. Andrews University
A9 Canterbury Cathedral
C11 British United Engineers
D11 London Stock Exchange
Yeah!
A9 Canterbury Cathedral
C11 British United Engineers
D11 London Stock Exchange
Yeah!
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A2: we will claim St. Peter's Church, Næstved as a religius structure of consideration for our influence. This church in the Danish isle of Sealand (or Zealand) will be reclaimed as our secret hide away.
B1: claim the Templar Church in London. It will allow us access to lawyers. We will reclaim what we founded!
D1: forge a new group instead of just claiming groups. We will create Mandatum, a international militant NGO set on the purpose of "divine order and peace." In purpose it will serve a secret military arm of the Knight Templar.
B1: claim the Templar Church in London. It will allow us access to lawyers. We will reclaim what we founded!
D1: forge a new group instead of just claiming groups. We will create Mandatum, a international militant NGO set on the purpose of "divine order and peace." In purpose it will serve a secret military arm of the Knight Templar.
Civ'ed
I ain't gotta explain a thing
Walt Disney Corporation announces it is creating a new subdivision. Walt Disney Theme Parks Inc. It shall sponsor the mantaining of Disney theme parks worldwide and "add to them in our new Image".
The Archbishop of Buenos Aires has spoken out in favor of the Argentinian News Dept.
Meanwhile in the Filmline HQ...
"What we should do...
is attempt to influence American Politics.
As such, welcome our wonderful new creation..."
A new party has emerged in the state of Oklahoma. The Native Front promises to increase the rights of Native Americans across the United States and bring back the glory they have missed for so long.
Group Walt Disney Theme Parks Inc. in C9
Group Native Front in D9
Group Archdiocese of Buenos Aires in B8
The Archbishop of Buenos Aires has spoken out in favor of the Argentinian News Dept.
Meanwhile in the Filmline HQ...
"What we should do...
is attempt to influence American Politics.
As such, welcome our wonderful new creation..."
A new party has emerged in the state of Oklahoma. The Native Front promises to increase the rights of Native Americans across the United States and bring back the glory they have missed for so long.
Group Walt Disney Theme Parks Inc. in C9
Group Native Front in D9
Group Archdiocese of Buenos Aires in B8
KaiserElectric
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M5: St George's Healthcare Institute
This summer, we are pleased to announce the official opening of St George's Healthcare Institute in over ten areas in North America. At St. George, we offer nothing but the best medical care and the latest in medical technology to make sure you recover! Trust in our dedicated medical staff to make sure you receive nothing but the best healthcare, and all at reasonable costs! Even the uninsured can benefit from our high-class medical facilities, so you don't need to sacrifice your healthcare if you're afraid you can't afford it, because you can! Quality healthcare should never be denied to those who need it.
St George's Healthcare Institute: Trust in Us!
A sufficient start. He will need sacrifices, and there are some who would not be missed. Blood, though, is more important then flesh...
Remember, June the 14th is World Blood Donor Day! Come out to donate at any St. George institute or sponsored blood drive. Your contribution can save lives!
This summer, we are pleased to announce the official opening of St George's Healthcare Institute in over ten areas in North America. At St. George, we offer nothing but the best medical care and the latest in medical technology to make sure you recover! Trust in our dedicated medical staff to make sure you receive nothing but the best healthcare, and all at reasonable costs! Even the uninsured can benefit from our high-class medical facilities, so you don't need to sacrifice your healthcare if you're afraid you can't afford it, because you can! Quality healthcare should never be denied to those who need it.
St George's Healthcare Institute: Trust in Us!
A sufficient start. He will need sacrifices, and there are some who would not be missed. Blood, though, is more important then flesh...
Remember, June the 14th is World Blood Donor Day! Come out to donate at any St. George institute or sponsored blood drive. Your contribution can save lives!
Omega124
Challenging Fate
Story later today
Also yes there's a typo shuddup
Robert Can't
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What lovely crops you have there France...
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