步骤Aleph 11 Tango

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步骤Aleph-11-Tango, “弯刀再起”

安格斯·勒米迪博士的音频记录表,7月19日1933年

几百年以来,人类的地基是由艰苦的考验和许多领导的远征,和跟随他们的人们而建成的。我们人类的特点,和我们 and our relentless desire of conquest and power, have resulted in civilizations and entire bloodlines being wasted on mere sins, uncertain faith, illogical reason. As a society of people, this was a step forward; in what we will eventually call Progress. As a species, however, it was as if evolution itself stopped.


弯刀谷观察台和通讯站,闪点事件的23小时之前

在场人员:

  • 上级维修检查人员加尔旧,倍塔
  • 首席技术人员助理布 恩,倍塔
  • 技术助理人员特琳克特,伽马

布莱恩: 第十四世国王执政了。

特琳克特: Did you say something, Brian?

Brian: What? Nothing much, just letting off steam.

Gargil: It's been a long night. At least we have 2 minutes left on our shift.

Brian: Yep. Wait - I'm getting a reading.

Trinket: Hold on, I'm getting visual. Keep calm guys, they're friendlies.

Trinket: Wait a minute, they're in attack pattern. I see a few more planes behind them.

Gargil: Bombers! They're bombers! What the hell is going on?

Trinket: The-They're unloading. I repeat, they have unloaded their munitions.

Brian: Shit! Get the AA defenses up and warn site personnel.

[Explosions and guns being fired are now audible and continue throughout the log]

[At this point, emergency klaxons begin blaring]

Gargil: I am detecting high heat and radiation signatures at the armory and personnel quarters. They're trying to wipe us out! Attention, all staff! Get into the emergency bunkers immediately! I repeat, get to the-

[Explosions grow louder]

Brian: HOLY SHI-


Feb. 9, 20:56
INCOMIG TRANSMISSION TO ALL I-INSURGENCY PERS0NNEL

Following rec-ent research pRememberrotocols in various facilities, Alpha Command is pleased to announce Rethink%t%hat we have re-instilled m-most of our s$afety protocol, we are n0non%ono-
CHAOSIS EVERYWHEREREMEMBERWE ARECHAOS

AS 1watch thi-thisPlace, falLL%l%en from i-it's mete0ric rise, I wo-wo-w0nder, can it it be$aveSaved? Now we //are TT-%he maRsSters of our %f%fate, we Are the CAp tains of 00urrEGRet s%soul - i walk on llond0n bridge if iamalive IAmAliv. E. %//.%_2repent.

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WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED TRANSMISSION DETECTED - ACTIVATING SECURITY PROTOCOLS

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FORCE-CLOSE FILE COMMAND INITIATED

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Repent.
execute aleph 11 tango

END TRANSMISSION


Feb. 10, 08:43
INCOMING TRANSMISSION TO ALL INSURGENCY PERSONNEL, DOCTOR ADAM J. CREED
Hello everyone, as the head of operations here at the Chaos Insurgency, I have a very simple question for you all, and I do hope you are able to answer.

WHAT. THE. HELL?! I want whoever made that transmission last night traced, and FOUND! Understand me? I do not care who it was, the SCP, the Serpent's Hand, whoever! Someone hacked into our database, and the data for SEVENTEEN ITEMS got corrupted beyond use! Years of research, some of it done personally by me! I want an explanation ASAP!

END TRANSMISSION


Feb. 11, 09:37
INCOMING TRANSMISSION TO ALL ALPHA COMMAND STAFF, ERROR, UNAUTHORIZED USER #1699371
SECURITY SOFTWARE OVERRIDE

You can not, and you will not stop us, so long as my name isn't Kenneth Hockenberry. Creed, what you do not realize is that you can not stop us with chaos because we are chaos; we are Falchion.

SECURITY PROTOCOLS INITIATED
END TRANSMISSION


SRVL Control Station, Base Seven observation tower, north wing

SRV-2, 09:45: Four CI heavy bomber aircraft detected; two fighter escorts launched from Air Field. Airmen refuse to identify their purpose. Fighter escorts ordered to prepare for engagement.

SRV-2, 09:46: Bomber aircraft split into two pairs; one is heading for the main armory bay, the other is heading for the power grids.

SRV-7, 09:47: Fighter escorts split, anti-aircraft guns and Patriot missile systems activated; engaging targets

SRV-2, 09:49: One bomber has been destroyed, two others have crashed into the ocean. Remaining bomber reaches power grids; delivers payload.


The internet was down. This was the last straw. Doctor Strate packed everything in his office, cramming his belongings into small boxes labeled 'RADIOACTIVE MATERIALS, DO NOT TOUCH.' After packing, he stuffed the boxes into the trunk of his car, and began the long drive to the new facility, completely ignoring the spray of explosions and aircraft coming from both facilities. Nobody noticed he was gone, and not a single fuck was given on either side of the war. After somehow having managed the five hour drive across nothing but barren desert without caffeine, he lugged the boxes into his new, slightly larger office. Triumph. He proceeded to unpack, down to the very last stolen snowglobe from Doctor Mark.


<DATA CORRUPT>

SRV-3, 09:56: All electronics are deactivated; emergency power grids damaged. Unidentified Osprey transport observed docking at Helipad-1, four CI ASSAULT field operators exit. One unidentified man in researcher attire, with a black sports cap exits, carrying a pistol dart gun.

SRV-1, 09:58: Intruders spotted entering Central Command hallway. The researcher falls back, operators plant C-4 charges at the lockdoor. Operators continue this action until the fifth door. The man motions for operators to fall back; operators comply. Man fires two darts at the door<DATA CORRUPT> Central Command station breached.

CC-SRV-1, 09:59: Intruders begin engaging Command staff; Alpha Commanders Wane, Kertops and Flints, Alpha Researcher Jehosaphat confirmed dead. The researcher pulls out green darts from his pocket and loads the dart gun with it; fires at the remaining Alphas. Intruders insert USBs to the Alpha's workstations, appearing to attack data from Base Seven's archives; 9% of Chaos Insurgency core data purged from records.

CC-SRV-1, 10:01: Intruders exit Central Command station. Alphas go into violent convulsions; skin, appendages and bones begin deforming, new ones exude from their bodies. Emergency incendiary turrets activate.

SRV-1, 10:05: Intruders enter Osprey transport; exit Base Seven in 31 seconds.

CC-SRV-1, 10:05: Alphas show no life signs. By 47 second mark, Alphas resume life signs. SCP-6101 signatures detected. Emergency napalm bombs activate.

Unauthorized Edit to Bell of Entropy Report, 10:00 AM

We are-R-r an iInsurg%en%cy against the Insurgency. We are Chaos The %l00C-CK%k wi1%1 not st0p-P the gat$e$ from flOOding the storm# is b%re-ew-%wing
<DATA CORRUPT>


Feb. 12, 12:56
INCOMIG TRANSMISSION TO BASE SIX HQ PERSONNEL
Dr Heaton here, CI Spanish Cells head, our supplies centers were damaged this morning at 8:00 by a squad of operators armed with ShADES geafl and four [4] CI 'Anguirus' Tanks, with eighty five [85] Insurgent Staff confirmed dead.

We are now trying to get more supplies and We are going to stop the supplies bay for a month, We need more ASSAULT 0perators to pre%V%%en$#t aTTac$Ks co-0miNg#%#&%_
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WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED TRANSMISSION DETECTED - ACTIVATING SECUuRITY PROT00CO%

SECURITY PROTOCOLS DEACTIVATED

Hello Insurgents, these are only the first steps to start our change. Is time to go forward, break the constraints, rewrite the rules, start the revolution!

You must not be afraid of us because we're on your side.

END TRANSMISSION


DATE UNKNOWN
UNIDENTIFIED TRANSMISSION FREQUENCY

I've been expecting you. In fact I intentionally allowed you to find this…

I'm not here to negotiate nor to compromise but to make a statement.

You have used me for your own gains and you know it. I have known it

From the very beginning of our partnership we both sought out to exploit each others assets for the sole benefit of our own survival within this organization. I tolerated you, or rather I couldn't care less. But it appears the power has corrupted you. You have grown fond of wielding might and dangling beneath my nose like a putrid worm. When I ignored the bait that must have been quite infuriating for you wasn't it? No matter how you tried to exert control, I would not fall to my knees and grovel like the rest of your fogeys.

Why should I? I can do so much better, much better than my current position. You are of no importance in my machinations, It's time I removed your cog from my workings so I can move on. Don't bother to write, you words aren't worth the paper and ink required to communicate primitive cognitive functions. Whether you like it or not, I have no further interests cooperating and nothing you can do will change my mindset.

You're honestly still trying to triangulate where I am? I told you already, It is futile. Give up. If you don't I can guarantee that all your equipment which I designed personally will self-immolate in 1 hour, not that it matters to me. It's your loss.

Consider this my letter of resignation, informal as it is. As of now I have no further words to convey to you. It's time to tip the hourglass over and start anew.

Good day

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GOOD LUCK MATES


[DATE UNKNOWN]

Transmission: Creed here…fucking hell…this is getting to be too much…

[TRANSMISSION END]


UNKNOWN TRANSMISSION SOURCE

As the old era ends, A new one arises.
The chorus of change will unravel the useless past.
The phoenix shrieks in cleansing fire,
As the world is purified and reborn anew.
The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end.

COMPUTER MALWARE DETECTED. UNKNOWN FILE BEING UPLOADED…….

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FILES B-24-D-666 DELETED FOREIGN ACCESSING TO DATABASE. DATABASE COMPROMISED.
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Dr. Vannie Kojcewska hid under her Lab desk in Sector-138 for the first ten or maybe fifteen hours of the ongoing skirmish. She had Mitokrandia, her strange, effervescent jellyfish in a big jar beside her to keep her company. No one else had bothered checking the lab, since it was on lockdown anyway and she had let loose the monstrous lobster from the aquarium, which was another reason she hid under her desk. Her desk was on an elevated, railed platform, with the stairs blocked by broken aquarium boxes. The desk was spacious enough for her to crouch in, so she decided to spend the next hour or so asleep.

She patted Mitokrondia's jar affectionately. "You'll keep us safe while I sleep for a while, 'kay girl?" The jellyfish-thing bubbled up in a seemingly affirmative response. She hadn't slept for over a day now. Quietly, she laid her head by one corner and closed her eyes. Suddenly, a loud blast is heard, followed by the sound of breaking steel and glass. Someone (or something) has breached the lab.

A loud voice calls out: "Falchion Resurgency! Desist now or be shot!"

Well, no need for sleep. At least those guys are there. Better than lobster claws.


TRANSMISSION FROM UNKNOWN LOYALIST FORWARD OPERATING BASE

Ok, what the fuck is with that message with the generic fog.gif? Seriously? This is a revolution, not a Shakespeare and Poe Festival.

TRANSMISSION END


Date Unknown
A pleasant breeze flowed through the air of his office. An M1911 pistol was holstered at his side. Dr. Gucci slipped through few mtfs with little to lose. He hated everyone here. He hated being bothered in general. As a matter of fact, the only thing behind his vaguely mysterious background was a very conservative man, with a father born out of pure autism In 4chan, and few people knowing what his first name was.

He fingered a grenade in his pocket and slid a finger in the pin. A group of mtfs was jogging toward him, with a careless smile, he thought to himself, "it's fucking go time!"


Jr. Researcher Halsey was frozen in shock. Before him a loyalist and a defector were struggling for a pistol, after what seemed to be an eternity, the pistol flew from their grapple and clattered to the young research assistants feet.

His gaze drifted downwards at the weapon and then back to the others, now fighting over a knife. He did what he did best, thought long and hard, weighing the options carefully in his head.

Slowly he looked back down and reached for the weapon, the gun quivered in his shaking hand. He steadied the weapon with his other hand, aimed down the sights, drew in a deep, slow breath and pulled the trigger.

There was a bang, a flash, the weapon bucked wildly in his untrained hands, and the loyalist dropped to the ground, looking down in shock at the entry wound in his chest as the light left his eyes. The defector looked up at the skinny, pale scientist, and extended his hand. After a moment Halsey realized what it meant and handed over the weapon.

"Thanks, I knew that others would see the truth."

"Yeah", Halsey responded in a shaky voice, his eyes locked on the corpse.

"C'mon we can't be the only ones, lets join up with the others."

The man reloaded the weapon and was halfway to the door before he looked back and asked,
"Hey I didn't catch your name."

"Halsey", the young mans voice steadied as he looked up to meet the mans eyes,"Doctor Halsey."



UNKNOWN TRANSMISSION
In darkness rise the light shall fall
Only silence shall greet your calls.
The Darkness shall consume us all
Including the Star-light hanging above us all
Praise the Nothing while the End is Nigh
In the shadows Entropy writhes


Dr. Martin stares at his computer screen for a while. Once he finishes blinking for the 1,213th time, he calls Dr. Deny.

"Listen Ed, when I said that you were supposed to intimidate them, I didn't mean to write your cheesy, 'ooh-so-ominous' poems in the most predictable shade of red you can find. I suggest you find a new approach. And don't tell me about your Scythe thing or the whole deal with turning the revolution into an anime-esque fight scene; we're just two goddamned researchers. We do the non-direct aggressive tactics."

Martin takes a deep breath, knowing he was flustered and mad. He closes the terminal, then goes back to his regular duties of tracking down GOI personnel, a short break from his duties as a dartgunner.

Um Caduceus, here's the problem. I didn't write up that message actually. I was going to simply attempt to hack into the database and transfer over information regarding numerous items to our side just like what everyone else was doing. I never had much of an affinity for poetry. Whomever sent that message, I'm not sure.


Feb —, 2014
Reliquary Facility Ignatius 66

11:20: Unidentified VTOL Osprey lands inside facility perimeter. Anti-air weaponry and mobile striketeams deployed.

11:21: Dr. Martin Caduceus exits the Osprey along with four Base Six medical personnel each armed with heavy weapons.

11:23: Striketeams neutralized. Assailants enter the facility.

11:24: Dr. Caduceus makes his way to the office of Dr. Eddie Denson, a loyalist cyberteam director who has the enmity of his colleagues due to his habit of writing low-quality reports and poetry.

11:25: Dr. Caduceus opens a tin of mints and begins force-feeding Dr. Denson with mints. Dr. Denson's struggling is quickly overpowered by the doctor.

11:25: Dr. Denson apparently expires from asphyxia. Post-revolution examination indicates that the primary cause of death was from multiple stab wounds made by a scalpel found on scene.

11:26: Assailants re-enter Osprey; exit Facility airspace.

Post-Op Email Logs

TO: Dr. Edison Deny
FROM: Dr. Martin Caduceus

There. Taken care of.


Halsey paused for a moment, staring blankly at the terminal.

"What's the hold up doctor, We need to get in there before they can regroup." The air behind Halsey filled with the older mans shout.

"Sorry", Halsey replied as he cleared the bright red text from the screen and continued overriding the security system holding the next door shut, "I've got the door, would've had it sooner if people would stop bombarding me with bad poetry."

"Remember your job,"the older man replied as the ASSAULT team filed through the open door."Get in there, transfer all the files and get out, leave mopping up to us."

Halsey passed through after the all clear was given, he walked briskly over loyalist corpses to the central terminal. With a few clicks and commands all the screens flashed:

Warning: System Breached.
Percentage Of Files Compromised: 100%
Unauthorized Transmission Detected
Unauthorized Data Purge Detected
Error: Operating System Not Found

With a large grin on his face, Halsey turned around to inform the squad leader of his success.

There was a flash of light reflecting off metal, and then a searing pain. Halsey fell back into the chair, looking up he saw his assailants vest. 'Strike team 57' read the patch, 'Shit', thought doctor Halsey, the 57th was known for its sadistic qualities and its cruelty. He also looked behind his attacker seeing his comrades lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood.

The knife ripped out of the young doctors leg as the man spoke, "you're going to bring the system back online, or you're going to die slowly, verrry slowly".

The young man gulped and rotated the chair to face the monitor again. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he grabbed for the scalpel on the desk, the knife flitted through the air before burying itself in Halseys hand. The older man tutted Halsey through his screams as he reached for the knife, as his hand grasped the hilt he felt a sting in his side.

He backed away in shock, looking down to see a syringe planted firmly in his stomach, the plunger depressed most of the way.

The young doctor exhaled in relief as he heard the screams behind him, shakily, he pulled the knife from his hand and bandaged both his wounds. Halsey spit on the man who was now covered in black tendrils and yellow fluid. Even as Halsey left the room and closed the door behind him, the black fungus was beginning to dissolve, leaving no trace it was ever there.


Agent Hugh chuckled at their quick defeat as two strike team members escorted him and Dr. Garrison out of the office. They had four elite strike teams guarding that facility. There was absolutely no way the Falchionists could break through their defense. Every single corner, every entrance, ranging from big gates to small trapdoors leading to tunnels throughout the facility were under intent watch. But all of the teams still ended up being decimated like ants after an ambush by unspotted Falchion personnel.

Hugh scanned the areas for possible entrances as they tiptoed down the hallway. What the hell could have gone wrong? Holes in the walls? No. Embedded spies within their team? No, he had not seen any Resurgents before. Hugh reached towards his belt and reluctantly took out his Beretta M9 pistol. He was known for being an astounding sharpshooter; he had received promotions as a strike team commander multiple times. But Hugh refused. He would not admit the fact to anyone, but he would grow sick and faint at the sight of blood. Hugh hated the blasting sounds that firearms emit. He muttered multiple times to himself that he would never be engaged in a gunfight. But as he analyzed the situation now, he realized he probably would.

Wow,” Dr. Garrison gasped, “Slow down! You haven’t told me exactly what happened.

The damn Resurgents,” a strike team member replied, “Came out of nowhere. We had no time to prepare.

What the hell do you mean by ‘out of nowhere’?” Dr. Garrison whispered loudly, flabbergasted. “I thought you said you had guards everywhere!

At every entrance!” the other strike team member replied. “They must’ve came from somewhere underground. They must have spies on our side!

The doctor, the agent, and the two strike team members dodged into a nearby storage closet as they heard footsteps coming from nearby. One of the team member slammed open the door at the back of the closet.

Do you realize that we are fleeing in circles?” Dr. Garrison said silently but firmly at the strike team members.

Of course we do!” the strike team member replied as he led them down the hallway, “Now we just need to find the…” The man stopped in his tracks near the restrooms. His expression grew into a surprise and he suddenly stormed into the women's restroom.

What’s the matter?” Agent Hugh asked. “Do you really need to go now?

No, you dolt!” he cried. “Get over here!” The other strike team member led the doctor and Agent Hugh into the restroom. They looked down at a toilet stall. The door was ripped off and near the toilet was a deep man-sized hole.

The sewers!” he cursed to himself, “They came from the fucking sewers!” Within the moment Agent Hugh heard footsteps marched down the hallway. He was about to warn the team before a loud voice outside the restroom interrupted him.

Attention, all personnel! You are surrounded. Drop your weapons and surrender to the Falchion!


0300 hours after initial attacks

The wasps were all over the falchionists at his left. Dr. Gucci ran through his bug museum, dropping jars of insects and Arachnids at every turn. He was confident in getting through alive. At any costs. The fear scratching at the back of his head was bothering him to the brink of insanity. no no, it isn't the screams, Gucci thought to himself, the bugs won't bite me.

It was a bugfest at this point, left and right his bugs were attacking his assailants. Haven't not really expected much he left the room, headed toward the one falchionist haven which was the hangar.


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