#delta force mobile

[vortexops]

Delta Force Mobile – Pure Tactical Warfare | No Commentary Gameplay

[teknobeyin]

Delta Force Mobile'ın Çıkış Tarihi Değişti

Çevrimiçi bir nişancı oyunu olan Delta Force Mobile'ın planlanan çıkış tarihinin ertelendiği duyuruldu. Bu ertelemenin nedenleri ve detayları hakkında bilgi veren Çinli geliştirici ekip Team Jade, çok kısa bir süre önce yayımladığı resmi bir açıklamayla, çıkış takviminde değişiklik yapıldığını ve bunun tamamen oyunun kalitesini artırmaya yönelik bir karar olduğunu belirtti.

Devamı: https://www.teknobeyin.com/delta-force-mobilein-cikis-tarihi-degisti.html

[dzthenerd490]

File: Krampus

SCP#: AGZ

Code Name: Krampus, He Who Takes

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AGZ cannot be contained, instead all efforts regarding SCP-AGZ are to be to stop it from killing civilians. Should the key signs of SCP-AGZ being activated appear in any location around the world the MTF units are to be deployed right away. Mobile Task Force Demeter-4 "Animal Control" has surprisingly proven to be the most competent at subduing SCP-AGZ-1 instances. Though of course should they call for it, reinforcements or perhaps a joint operation with another task force can be authorized. All attacks against SCP-AGZ are meant to continue until its anomalous effects have finally ceased. 

Afterwards Mobile Task Force Osiris-Δ "What God Does in the Dark" is responsible for enacting Protocol "Real People" should the casualty count of SCP-AGZ be too high. This only applies if SCP-AGZ rampages in the middle or close to densely populated areas. Should SCP-AGZ manifest in a highly isolated area such as a small village it is to be left alone. Afterwards the single child who is the sole survivor is to be extracted and given the proper amnestics before being placed into a Foundation own orphanage. 

Description: SCP-AGZ is a cryptid-class anomaly and supposedly the shadow and exact opposite of Entity of Interest: Santa Claus. Quite similar to SCP-4666, the purpose of SCP-AGZ is to take rather than give and without mercy. However, unlike SCP-4666 who acts on impulse and at random, SCP-AGZ must be "summoned". In order to summon SCP-AGZ, one must lose all hope with Christmas and destroy something that has significance with their now destroyed faith in Christmas. Secondly, this must always be done on Christmas eve, if it is done earlier or later then SCP-AGZ will not act and thus the family will be safe. Lastly, the one who summons SCP-AGZ must be a child of 12 to 4 years old. Anyone older or younger is unable to summon SCP-AGZ. 

Once SCP-AGZ has been activated it will proceed to cut off the target and their family from the rest of the world. First by surrounding their home in a bad blizzard covering everything around them with snow and intense winds. SCP-AGZ will proceed to find every house and living being that is not the target and kill them all ensuring the target's family gets no outside help. From then on SCP-AGZ will proceed to kill off the target's family members one by one until they are all dead and the target is alone. Once the target is alone SCP-AGZ will confront them and give them an iron jingle bell with the word "Krampus" engraved on it. 

SCP-AGZ never works alone, it always has several little helpers that assist him in his goals. These creatures are labeled as SCP-AGZ-1 instances, each one takes the form of a horrifically distorted common Christmas toy or creature. There's the snowman which swims in the snow like a shark and eats any prey it comes across. The evil gingerbread men that use various tools to trap and torment prey. The living toys such as the teddy bear, the angel, the robot toy, and the horrific jack in the box that eats humans whole to mimic their voices. Of course, there are also the elves which show up much later when Christmas day is about to end and SCP-AGZ needs to kill all the remaining survivors as fast as possible. It should be noted that none of the SCP-AGZ instances are immortal and can be killed quite easily with firearms and other conventional means. However, though they are quite fragile they are also extremely agile, and each are experts of stealth. Furthermore, it is unknown if this also applies for SCP-AGZ himself; furthermore, SCP-AGZ has proven that, so long as he can recover the bodies, he can resurrect any killed SCP-AGZ-1 instance for next year or at the very least make new ones.  

According to archives and fairy tales gathered by The Department of Mythology and Folkloristics, SCP-AGZ is directly related to Entity of Interest: Santa Claus. While Santa Claus gives and rewards, SCP-AGZ takes and punishes; more specifically on those that have forgotten the meaning of Christmas and dare to secretly wish for their families to be dead or go away. By committing its horrific acts, SCP-AGZ supposedly makes sure the target never again forgets the meaning of Christmas and to always cherish their family and the holiday spirit from then on. There was only one instance where SCP-AGZ resurrected all the killed or returned the captured targets and it was on December 25th, 2015; the same day SCP-AGZ was discovered. 

On this day a unit from Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 "Pony Express" was doing their usual undercover work within the suburbs of [data expunged] until suddenly they reported an abnormal increase of heavy winds despite Foundation weather forecast devices showing otherwise. Not long after, the Foundation lost contact with him and an undercover family in the suburbs. Believing this to be some kind of anomalous attack Mobile Task Force Delta-14 "Winter Wonderland" was deployed to investigate, evacuate survivors, and subjugate the anomaly. The mission was a massive failure with the entire team getting ambushed by SCP-AGZ and SCP-AGZ-1 instances. 

Miraculously, the next day, SCP-AGZ was nowhere to be seen and the entire suburb was fixed and brand new as if nothing ever happened. The agents reported feeling okay but not sure what happened including the MTF Delta-14 team who were just outside the area. The target of the incident and the family were located and interviewed allowing the Foundation to know all it currently does about SCP-AGZ. The target of the family named [data expunged] explained that he confronted SCP-AGZ and renounced his wish. SCP-AGZ then seemingly killed him but instead brought everyone back and fixed the area but not without leaving the same iron bell with the name Krampus engraved on it. It seems that SCP-AGZ despite his tactics and nature, is merciful to those that learn their lesson especially early. As such to avoid invoking SCP-AGZ's wrath the family wasn't amnestied but given $300,000 to each individual member as hush money as well as a reward for their compliance with the Foundation. 

From then on, the Foundation has tried numerous times to stop and contain SCP-AGZ until one day on Christmas eve 2019, Dr. Bones received a note on his desk. It was a large paper written in dried blood stating the following.

***

You're wasting your time with me. I've seen you contain many fakers and fools with your little cages. I've seen you spill oceans of blood all for the sake of living a little longer. No matter how futile it gets you always try to succeed and most of the time, you do. But I'm warning you now, give up. You can't get me, and trying is futile. I've been around since the first Christmas and I'll be around for the last, of course if you wanted to you could just get rid of the holiday. But then again do you really want another SCP-[data expunged] to come to life? But Fine if you wanna keep trying then feel free to continue to amuse me with your little toy soldiers. I actually do find our battles pretty entertaining; I personally just think that SCP-4666 is more worth your time. Seriously, people call me a monster but even I think that guy takes things too far, he doesn't even target kids that are naughty he goes after the ones with [data expunged]. But you didn't hear that from me. Though I’m not even sure if he’s consciously aware of what he’s doing, he’s too much of a sadistic fuck to understand. Seriously just... get your priorities in order is all I'm saying.

- Sincerely, Krampus

***

How SCP-AGZ knows about the [data expunged] incident regarding SCP-[data expunged] or the existence of SCP-4666 is unknown. Regarding when the letter mentioned children who have [data expunged], no one knew what that word meant so originally it was thought to be mad ravings and nothing more. However, upon hearing it the O5 Council ordered that everyone who heard it be amnestied at once, including Dr. Bones. Those who are immune to amnestics were executed. When the Ethics Committee demanded an explanation the O5 Council invoked Protocol "Butterfly Effect" leading to no further conflict. This has only raised the danger level of SCP-AGZ, as it somehow has access to knowledge that scares even the O5 Council. Currently the decision to allow the Department of the Impossible to handle SCP-AGZ is being considered heavily.

[nebula1734]

On behalf of the SCP Foundation, would you mind telling me where exactly in Poland this is? We would like to deploy Mobile Task Force Delta-4 as soon as possible.

An overgrown light pole in Poland

[foxika]

surprised i haven’t see any fox lives aus exploring the idea of palpatine sending fox to hemlock/tantiss after getting his neck snapped Hemlock hesitates, staring through the glass window of the examination room and observing its main occupant. His medical staff fusses over their patient, a clone, as they record his vitals and situate the room for long term occupancy. "It is... Unlikely, that this clone will ever walk again, Your Majesty. The damage done to his neck is irreversible, that he even retained mobility in his torso is—" Hemlock had said. He was scrolling through a rather dire injury report. The Emperor waved his hand dismissively, black robes flowing with the motion. "I am aware, but what I require is not impossible. I will take care of the most severe damages to my commander..." My commander? Hemlock looked away from the datapad and to the immobile clone floating in the bacta tank. "...And when the time comes, I will require your facility to do the rest."

Hemlock refrained from frowning, keeping his expression neutral, albeit a bit dubious. If Emperor Palpatine wanted to waste his time with a lost cause, he wouldn't argue. Not as long as he continued to receive the necessary resources and further funding for his projects. Now, when Hemlock gazes upon that same clone all those months ago, he sits properly upright on the examination table, back straight and form perfect like a soldier. The clone turns his head, his golden eyes-a deviation from the standard brown, colour bordering unnatural in a human- meeting Hemlock's through the glass. Hemlock raises a brow in response but the clone doesn't react, only breaking eye contact when one of the medical aids calls for his attention. Folding his arms behind his back, Hemlock turns to stalk down the hall. He would never say it aloud, but he was irked that this... Chore was now his responsibility. He was a scientist! A progressive researcher and an invaluable asset to the Empire. That his facility is being forced to take on the task of physical therapy and rehabilitation, of all things, for one simple, damaged clone was insulting.

Hemlock exhales, forcing his posture to relax. His Imperial Majesty was making a mistake, clearly, but it was no matter. Hemlock would only need to check in occasionally; he could still focus his efforts where it really matters. His commander would be carefully monitored in the meantime, and maybe, Hemlock could learn how Palpatine managed to reverse what should have been a deathly injury. ♠♠♠♠

i imagine palpatine does ambiguous hand wave force healing to get fox back into tip top shape. well mostly back. fox still has a lot to work through. and then sends him off to wherever hemlock is, for reasons. he doesnt need hemlock's facility to host fox, he could easily give fox the care he needs closer to home. so maybe to have fox keep an eye on him and his progress, who knows really from there i kinda have a few paths this could take, one with omega eventually coming across fox, being mildly interested in him(he's not held in a cell like the rest of the clones, he's not a commando, why is he here?) and maybe later, nala se assigns her to him to keep her further out of the way of hemlock. all leading up to when omega and crosshair escape, she insists fox comes with them. fox doesnt want to (paranoid), crosshair doesnt want him to(also paranoid). think of the fox and rex reunion... the echo confrontation... the wolffe reunion... howzer bitching at both crosshair and fox... the drama of it all. another idea being fox meeting scorch again. since arca company barracks are stationed on coruscant, i imagine that fox has run into delta squad at least once. delta wasn't on coruscant often, and fox is busy guy. probably also doesn't care much for sobde either. (i imagine him and maze sending very petty emails to each other. fox saying "fuck you, i outrank you captain" in corporate)

and maybe when shit goes down on tantiss, he convinces scorch to dip with him. "you got your ass kicked, man. let's go."

throughout all of this fox maintains a creepy, unsettling presence on the base.

[leyavo]

| Vita Ante Acta | 1

- “A life done before.”

You and Kyle know what it means to lose a beloved mate. Both feeling like you’re going through another rebirth when you feel the tethered strand of fate pulling you together.

Alpha!reader x Beta!Gaz Second chance mates. [masterlist]

TW: grief/hurt/angst (will be 18+ due to smut in next parts) 2,084word

Kyle had never known darkness till he met you. He hadn’t truly touched upon his own, instead he chased the light at every opportunity he could grasp. Knowing that his deceased mate would want him to live and not survive.

He kept himself busy, signing up for back to back missions and training courses to stop his mind wandering back to his lost love. Which was also not you.

In life, Kyle believed there was one moon and one mate. You, however, a second chance mate was not something he knew of until you arrived on base. And it was as if fate was laughing at him, your call-sign being Lux….because you lit up a hostile area with flares and blinded the enemy.

Light, the same thing Kyle chased in order to escape the darkness of the one he loved and lost. Johnny mentioned something about divine intervention.

Everyone seemed to avoid you like the plague, well the males did. You were a few years older than Kyle, Captain and now working with the welfare council for werewolves. Making sure that alphas treated their pack members fairly with no abuse or neglect. You were there permanently on the base to shadow each and every system in place.

Kyle just so happened to be the one to break up a fight between a beta and a delta. Giving a statement in your run down office on the furthest side of civilisation. A temporary mobile unit that looked like it had been there since the sixties and forgotten about.

He hesitated in the doorway, your scent nearly knocking him back outside. A strong, heady aroma he couldn’t decipher. Couldn’t quite figure out if it was something he liked or something he loathed. It burnt his nostrils, left a bitter after taste at the back of his throat.

“You feel that too?” You say, not bothering to glance his way as you stare at the computer screen, keyboard clicking away.

“Yes.” He didn’t want to admit it, neither did he want to stick around too long and tempt fate.

The pit of his stomach heated, like a spark catching off of a rock in the depths of a dark cave. One flicker of a withering flame, does he want to let it grow though or smother it? He’s not felt it in a long time, that warmth, that reassurance that someone’s there for him. The guilt eats away at him, he thinks of his mate, not you. You’re not his mate, there are no second chances and no way in hell is there any replacement.

Kyle’s heard the rumours spreading about you and he’s sure you’ve heard his. Yours much different than his though. You witnessed your beloved mate die, worked with him in the same field and continued to do so without them. His mate completely different, civilian that had never witnessed the cruel hand of fate until well her death, but that was more punishing for Kyle.

Not that he’d wish for it to be the other way round though.

You’re an alpha, maybe that’s why he’s struggling to identify your scent. Maybe you’re shielding it from him so he can’t take advantage of the situation and lie on his statement. That or his wolf’s trying really hard to block anything else, but his beloved mates scent in hopes of never losing it too.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” you say, gaze flitting to his and the name on his chest. “Sergeant Garrick.”

A shiver runs down Kyle’s spine as he sat in the chair opposite your desk. No warmth in your features, eyes dull and missing their spark. Kyle should know, he stares at his reflection daily wondering when he’ll recognise himself again. When his voice will register with the same one in his head. You seem to be observing him too, no doubt going through the same monologue in your head. Like looking in a mirror and forcing each other to see what you’ve become. A shell of your previous self.

Kyle goes through the usual questions, answering as truthfully as he can about the situation and the pack, stating that he was just a bystander who diffused the fight. He can’t stop staring at you though, wondering if this is what everyone sees when they look at him.

“Thank you for your cooperation, sergeant,” you say, stretching your gloved hand over the table and shaking his. Grip firm and gaze locked on his, like you were looking knowingly into his soul.

I see you.

He’s glad you’re both wearing layers, even if he can feel the dull tingles pricking his palms and his fingers. Doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stomach skin to skin touch. The thought alone sending a wave of nausea washing over him.

“Of course, Captain.” He nods, declining your polite offer to call you by your call-sign instead of your rank. A bit too personal for his liking considering the circumstances.

The rain meets him as his boots crunch on the gravel outside, the drops of water pelting his tactical vest. He’s about to make a run for it, when he hears a whoosh. A dark shadow looming over him and he glances up to the umbrella, your hand wrapped around the handle.

“Just take it Garrick, no hidden meaning here.” You shake the umbrella, pushing it to his chest. Not waiting for a thank you, the door swinging shut before he can open his mouth.

Kyle grips the handle, walks back to the residential house slowly as the sky begins to darken. The hum of the street lamps warming up, but the pounding in his head drowns it all out. He dumps the umbrella in his bedroom, leaning it against the desk.

It doesn't rain for the rest of the month, April normally lived up to its reputation and rained nonstop. Not since you’d given him the umbrella, Kyle thought maybe the moon goddess was telling him it wasn’t meant to be. He shouldn’t go back there, doesn’t need to. Like you said, no hidden meaning behind the gesture.

He just can’t seem to get you out of his head. Each time he stares at his reflection, rubs his tired eyes he thinks of your same stare. A knowing look of truly knowing someone. And Kyle doesn’t understand most people.

A part of him is scared to be around you for too long. Kyle lost his mate four years ago and you lost yours seven. He doesn’t want to go any deeper in his own grief, looking at you tells him he hasn’t delved deep enough. Another small spec though, wants to throw a pebble and see how far it will go. How much he can withstand, but he doesn’t want to lose his sense of self or his beloved mate.

So when he sees you a month later in May, clothes drenched and stuck to your figure he offers you a fraction of light and a flicker of hope. A cup of warm of coffee from the canteen, the white mug sliding in front of your shivering frame sitting alone at the furthest table away. Your umbrella tucked under his arm. He slides into the bench next to you, arm brushing against your shoulder.

───⋆⋅☆⋅⋆───

The months that follow since that first cup of coffee, becomes routine. Meeting Kyle whenever it’s lashing down with rain and sometimes you gaze out the window wishing for a down pour. Hoping that maybe it can cleanse you, wash away your fears and lead you to something more.

His jacket weighs heavy on your shoulders as you walk back from the main building. The closer you get to Kyle, the further apart your meetings seem to get. He’s still got his remaining spark, not familiar with the deep well you can’t quite seem to climb out of. You haven’t gone too much into your grief with him, but he understands by just the look of your glassy eyes. A fleeting moment of knowing and it breaks your heart all over again. Silences you.

You’re no more than friends, mates seems like a great dishonour to your beloveds memory. There’s glimmers of hesitation on Kyle’s part, fingers hovering close to your hands as you walk next to each other. Words left unsaid that coat the back of your throat and claw for you to keep your mouth shut. Your wolf’s been lying dormant for, you don’t know how long, no bite left as you give up your alpha senses.

It’s been years since you let someone get so close. The walls beginning to crumble and it makes you want to build them up again. Stay in the well, waiting for coins and wishes you know won’t come.

Kyle has his friends, his task force. A team to keep him grounded and take his mind off everything. You don’t, no you’re the one in charge of other people’s wellbeing. Pushing your own needs aside. Your parents are long gone, ashes in the wind and you’re not close to siblings, they’re much older than you. Just being around Kyle reminds you of what you lack. What you long for.

“You’re pretty quiet today?” Kyle hums, head tilting as he tries to catch your gaze. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” His fingers wrap around your upper arm and he pulls you to a gentle stop. You know he can feel the same twist in his chest, the pull of fate.

The mobile unit is in your sight, the one place where you don’t have to think of anything other than work. Where you can bury your head in the files and filter out all the noise. The guilt of spending time with Kyle and the shame you inflicted on yourself for leaning into the bond with him. Your chest bruised from your fists hitting the spot, pain is better than betraying your mate.

“I can’t,” you snapped, ripping your arm out of his hold and shrugging off his jacket. You shove it in his arms, rushing to the comfort of your office door.

He’s hot on your tail though, boots crunching in the gravel and voice raised as he calls after you. You daren’t glance over your shoulder, knowing you’ll stop.

“I’ve been racking my brain for a reason as not to…” he says, heel of his boots rocking back on step as if he’s thinking whether he should carry on or leave. “Either way we’re gonna get burnt.” His palm smacks on the door before it swings back at him.

You’re nothing like him though, no light left. Afraid to snuff out his flame or drain him of life, of hope.

No, you can’t drag him down with you.

You shake your head, trying to even out your faltered breaths. He reaches for your hand, but you dart to the side. “I can’t!” Why is he still here? Why can’t he see how different you are. How you were…

“Why not?” He whispers, as if you’ll break if he’s raises his voice. Like he knows exactly how fragile you, a heart of glass. A pebble finally dropping to the bottom of your well, a crack splitting the brick wall.

“Because you remind me everyday what I have lost! What I must endure.” You don't know how he manages to coax it out of you, how easily you fall apart for something as simple as being kind. You're used to getting on with it in silence and going on without being asked, no ones dared to get this close. You've said more to him than you have your therapist.

“Why would you want to forget him? I don’t want to forget them,” he says your mate’s name like he knew him, his beloved's name making you stumble back as if you were struck in the chest.

Tears spill over your lashes, burning your checks. Your knees crashing to the carpeted floor, head hung low as you finally release the pressure on your chest.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Kyle says, walking slowly towards you. “They wouldn’t want us to torture ourselves like this.” His arms circle you, palm smoothing up and down your back. You lean your head against his chest, fingers twisting the fabric of his sleeve.

His scent a mixture of your mates and combined with new notes of something earthy and smokey, as if cementing you were meant to burn each other.

Thanks for reading, I'll be posting part 1 of Price's mate tomorrow then be doing part 2 for each of the 141 guys :) Please note that I am dyslexic and although I check/edit my work multiple times I do miss errors/mistakes - Leya

[simplegeneral]

What if Oasis had survived (as in, not died stupidly)?

The death of Oasis have led to the entire events of Wings of Fire to begin, and even be possible. Without it, wof would not be the story we know, and what if she had survived such a pathetic death?

4993 AS:

- POD: Oasis goes out to hunt some scavengers and comes back with some nice meals for dinner!

4994 AS:

Sky Palace Conference;

Queens Oasis and Scarlet meet at the Sky Palace to discuss the matter of Possibility, the flashpoint of the highest tensions in Pyrrhia in the last months. The city, a merge of SkyWings and SandWings had no clear authority from either, and have much strategic significance that either refused to leave it.

For Oasis, Possibility lies on the delta of the Five-tails river, the breadbasket of her queendom, to give up to it would massively strengthen Scarlet while severely weakening the SandWings. For Scarlet, the town is an important trading outpost and taking control over it would keep the SandWings in check.

Both queens have had a recent history of clashes. While Oasis and Firestorm had kept a relatively stable diplomacy after decades of skirmishes, with the very treaty that founded Possibility, her death and the ascension of Scarlet did much to disturb the very fragile peace. The jumpstarted SkyWing queen was distant, unpredictable and downright, most would say, insane. Oasis had none of her threats and quite often “all bark, but no bite” diplomacy she conducted.

As SandWing and SkyWing soldiers threat and sometimes openly fight in the city, Oasis and Scarlet have threw around proposals that could benefit either of them, while their emissaries proposed an independent and equal-partner trade city to both of them, to which both refused.

Neither side backs down and both leave, the stormy clouds are gathering in Pyrrhia.

4995 AS:

Battle of Possibility;

After weeks of tension and uncertainty, Queen Oasis had made the first move. Under princess Burn, the SandWings launch a sweeping attack against the SkyWing side of Possibility, taking the SkyWings completely unprepared. The battle was a decisive SandWing victory and they took all of Possibility.

Queen Scarlet reacted poorly to the news, to say the least. She had her commander-in-chief, princess Burgundy, executed publicly for her embarrassing failure, despite obeying Scarlet’s very orders to not mobilize, nor provoke a SandWing aggression.

Truth was, Scarlet was not ready for a war yet. Caught amidst a massive economical shift and military organization, the SkyWings suffered a huge blow, having yet to recover from the infamous Burning Fields event, when Queen Scarlet made her move to destroy the so long and hard-fought autonomy of the Sky Queendom’s provinces in favor of an absolutist control of all the land, from nobles or commoners alike, the resulting war led to the burning of countless fields and crops as retaliation acts from Scarlet, resulting in a famine.

Queen Oasis had exactly hoped for this. She had to defeat the SkyWing war machine while it was broken, otherwise its full mobilization could indeed threaten her. While they were defeated, their loss merely strengthened Scarlet and the SkyWings’ resolve to fight, through whatever means they could.

Scarlet would return.

4996 AS:

The Mountains’ Campaign;

The nightmare of any military commander in Pyrrhia was to fight the SkyWings at their preferred terrain, the mountains. With low air density and incredibly tall mountains, it was a nightmare to think the SandWings, so used to plains and sea level atmosphere could ever fight in such conditions, but such a thing was not a concern of general Burn, who pressed her initial victory in Possibility with a daring strike at the heart of the Claws of the Clouds mountains.

While none could ever doubt princess Burn’s will in her pursuit of victory, clear doubts about her logistics and management could be noted. The Sandstorm, as its the nickname of the sand queendom’s main force, made out of four armies, with 2500 soldiers had fought battle after battle in the mountains, as the SkyWings ambushed and caused attrition to wherever they flew towards, wherever they rested. Scarlet’s army was disorganized and underequipped, but none could doubt their fanaticism for their queen.

By the end of 4996 AS, The Sandstorm had been reduced to 1600 dragons, with large casualties, Oasis had recalled Burn to the palace and ransacked her from commanding, Burn would now be general of the Sand Palace’s garrison, a tragic contrast of her military commanding during OTL’s Great War. While demoting Burn seemed unthinkable, there was no dragon in this world that could take such action other than Oasis, who had taken the military affairs in her own talons and she does not falter.

4997 AS:

The Silent War;

The SandWings were known for their underground empires of crime and lawlessness, one such as the Talons of Power, led by Vulture, which have been the archnemesis of Oasis for decades. While the iron queen had kept them under check and near constant threat of extermination, no doubt the war had opened doors that Vulture never misses.

For one, Queen Scarlet, hoping to take every advantage she could against the SandWings, had opened her communication with the crime lord, offering him to expand his business dealings openly through the Sky Queendom, acquiring some much needed dragonflame cactus, which would be useful later.

For another, princess Blister had gone rogue as her mother departed from the palace. While not outright denouncing her mother, Blister has been an unusual notable voice of peace during the war so far. Considering Oasis’ aggression as unprovoked and Queen Scarlet as merely doing her barking without bite, she did managed to convince many SandWings that the war was completely pointless.

The shadowy princess have been long known for having her secret dealings with the underground world, such as Vulture, and now had been thrown in a promising position of potentially overthrowing Oasis and declaring herself as new queen, ending the war, but one very big problem was in her way, Burn.

Princess Burn is the most loyal follower of her mother, and an even bigger voice for war against Scarlet. While Blister convinced the SandWings with sweet words and reasoning, Burn convinced them through her strength and fanatical warmongery in defense of Oasis. And there was Blaze too, but quite often, she supported the side of her mother, who bribed her the most.

4998 AS:

The Sky is Red;

Queen Scarlet, reorganizing her army and subjects following the defeats, but decisive halting of Burn’s campaign in the mountains, organized a massive counter-attack across the entire front, mobilizing thousands of dragons to her cause, the SkyWing queen outnumbered the SandWings nearly 3 to 1, the most decisive advantage to strike, and so she did.

Through a series of quick battles in the beginning, the SandWings were pushed out the mountains swiftly, with dozens captured, whom would fight to the death at Scarlet’s arena, while the rest retreated.

As the SkyWings approached the five-tails and the sand queendom’s border, Oasis had manage to hold the line and clashed against the SkyWings once again at Possibility, but their overwhelming force had made she retreat from the town to its outskirts, but the SkyWings pursued them faster than they could retreat.

Soon after reconquering Possibility, Scarlet had her armies at the gates of the Sand Palace, in her final humiliation of Oasis for all of Pyrrhia to see, the old SandWing queen was on her last legs, or so she thought.

The Battle of the Sand Palace was an epic clash of the two larges armies Pyrrhia had ever seem in history, in a bloodbath of apocalyptic proportions. The SandWings, under Oasis, Burn and Sandstorm however, won the battle of will, crushing the SkyWings in a decisive if not pyrrhic victory for the SandWings.

4999 AS:

Truce of Possibility;

In the awake of the battle for the sand palace, the SandWings pushed against Scarlet’s forces and soon both forces clashed again in the third battle for Possibility, reaching an inconclusive end.

Both states were now weakened from the war, and a truce was called at Possibility, the city where it all begun, Oasis and Scarlet met and signed a truce which ended the bloodiest war Pyrrhia has seen in several decades.

The terms of the truce were ridiculous to say the least, status quo. Possibility remained divided between both queendoms, but now turned into a very militarized zone, increasing the tension it once had already high enough, the war was a pointless waste of lives.

Even with that, both sides knew the rematch would happen, not when it would, but it was inevitable.

Together with Burn, Oasis saw a refit of the palace, pierced by Scarlet’s kinetic projectiles which could penetrate several meters of solid concrete, necessary changes were made, and the outer layers were thickened by nearly 10 meters, and field tests had showed virtually no damage to the structure.

On Scarlet’s side, the stalemate was upsetting, but not exactly the worst outcome for a completely unprepared state, in her due time, Scarlet would refit her queendom, gear up to war and destroy Oasis and the Sand Queendom once for all.

5000 AS:

Night Island Eruption;

In the distant northern islands of Pyrrhia, far off the shores of the Sky Queendom, lied the Night Queendom, in exile, to be more exact, and its volcano had erupted that year, causing chaos and destruction in the island and in the world.

Temperatures dropped, crops failed, cattle died in mass and starvation followed most of Pyrrhia, especially the Sand Queendom, which had suffered particularly bad from the war against Scarlet, which destroyed mostly their side of the fertiles of the Great Five-tails river.

Although still relying on food imports from the Diamond Spray, Scarlet’s agriculture fared no better, despite being in better shape than the SandWing’s, as mobilizing a large mass of peasants had diverted much of the labor from the fields, causing the understaffed farms to not manage to harvest things in time and losing precious food and cattle.

5001 AS:

Without the Great War from OTL and with peace restored through the queendoms, Morrowseer’s prophecy idea is rejected by queen Battlewinner, since there was no follow up to convincing the queendoms to accept the NightWing takeover of the Rainforest.

A plan was made instead for the possible negotiation with either queen Scarlet or queen Coral for the safe passage of the NightWings, or even the settlement of one of the SeaWing islands, but the danger to reveal the sorry state of the NightWings would bring years of political intrigue and stalemate to come.

5002 AS:

Queen Battlewinner decides to move to the Rainforest, but not as a hostile takeover, she sends Stonemover to the continent to open a tunnel between their island and the rainforest, and Morrowseer is to become her emissary in the quest to negotiate with the RainWings.

5003 AS:

Second Sky Palace Conference;

At another conference at the Sky Palace, Queens Coral and Scarlet meet for what become a historic compromise. Since Darkstalker’s times, in the aftermath of Albatross’ murder rampage of the royal SeaWing family, including one SkyWing princess, the damage to their diplomacy was never truly recovered, despite large sums of pearls sent to the Sky Queendom by the then recently crowned Queen Pearl.

Queen Coral sought to reestablish the once thriving SeaWing villages in the shores of the Sky Queendom, once upon a time an important and prosperous trade hub between both queendoms, and while Queen Scarlet seemed uninterested at first, she saw opportunity in the proposal. The Sky Queendom, despite being the defenders, not aggressors, in the recent war between her and Oasis, still ended it being seem as the villain by other tribes, for Scarlet’s insane approach to diplomacy led no favors to her against the much more popular and respected Queen Oasis.

If Scarlet was to wage war again, the other queendoms would not stand and watch she go at it again. She needed an ally, or at least, the promise of neutrality, which Coral was more than willing to give it. The SeaWing villages would be reestablished under SkyWing authority, but enjoy their local autonomy for the time being.

The new conference was a success in its intent, and Queen Scarlet finally had something to boost about her diplomatic skills, though she had given much, her territory, her control and her economy, and actually only successfully got a trade deal and a neutrality pact from Coral. Of course, she would manage to spin this around through her propaganda machine to look like a glorious achievement of a peace-seeking queen.

5004 AS:

A Good Ol’ Royal Drama;

Royal drama spreads through the Sand Queendom once again, for Oasis’ shock, it was her eldest daughter, hanging up with another general, Sandstorm, have declared their romantic interests.

The tale is recent, yet, unsurprising, for prince Smolder also used to hang up with a commoner, Palm, whom Oasis had chased away from the palace, and when she returned, had her supposedly imprisoned for life. Oasis was really committed to her three-heirs plan and thus the first clashes between she and her daughter had begun.

Despite Sandstorm being a high-ranking general, he had come from simple origins, was tough and burly, but gentle, a jockester and often lacked any sense of the royal addressing and education. For this, Oasis was unwilling to allow such marriage whatsoever, but Burn expressed her complete lack of interest in the weak minded and lazy nobility at the palace.

Despite her anger, Oasis still favored Burn over her other dragonets, she saw some compromise, for she truly intended to get rid of Blister as a potential heir anyways. But as both of them went to the palace in the aftermath of the discussion, Blister had disappeared again, this time never to return.

The SandWing princess saw it coming, always the most hated out of the three heirs, she went rogue once, and was fine in doing again, hiding in the Scorpion Den while reconnecting with some of her contacts within the Talons of Power.

5005 AS:

Brightest Night;

Celebrations had begun in the Sand Queendom, as the brightest night had come, every once a century or so, its marked by a week of celebrations and festivities, but this time, was also marked by the hunt of Blister. Oasis was determined to get rid of her daughter once for all, better yet if it would be by her own talons.

The night is also marked by the hatchings of Clay, Beetle, Starflight, Tsunami and Glory.

Tsunami’s egg was saved from an unknown assassin of princesses within the palace, by a young soldier named Webs, he reported that the statue was trying to murder the egg, and the first clashes between Coral and Orca begun, resulting in a challenge fight and the death of princess Orca.

In Scarlet’s realm, the brightest night is marked by the reveal of her new weapon, while secretly being saved from death by SkyWing law, Peril would become Scarlet’s new toy to use in a potential war to come.

5006 AS:

Another Royal Drama;

While the search for Blister was ongoing, Oasis had another terrible news, for after the disappearance of Blister and the marriage of Burn, Blaze started hanging up with a SandWing noble, feeling she was being left out of all the romance fun of life by Oasis’ tragically stupid three-heirs law.

While Oasis had allowed the marriage, she had forbidden them from having dragonets, should they have, Oasis would kill it, for Blaze was a far more useless and acceptable daughter than anything that could come from her.

5010 AS:

Turmoil in the Scorpion Den;

For years Oasis’ forces had searched through the queendom, especially at the den, for any traces of Blister, who was always super careful to never left any traces of her whereabouts, but as the search begun to take long years, Oasis had grew frustrated and more brutal in her methods, and the denizens of the Scorpion Den were to pay the price.

Among her soldiers, was Thorn and Beetle, who were searching for any traces of Blister, when they seemed to have mysteriously stumbled with her on the streets at night. It was dark and many cloaked figures used to walk that way in the den, but Beetle, without Thorn’s permission, decided to follow the cloaked figure and discovered a plot against queen Oasis led by no other than Blister, Cobra and Vulture.

Beetle tries to listen but is halted by one young dragonet, who despite being younger, was already at her size, Qibli. He intends to take her to the Talons, but is halted after she convinces him to let her go, and even come with her, for he could have a better life than how he was treated. Qibli’s loyalties to his mother were fragile at best, and the dragonet accepts.

In the next day, Thorn accepts to adopt Qibli as one of her own, and delivers the news to Oasis, that the Talons were secretly plotting against her. Oasis’ forces crash down against the den harshly, but Vulture and Blister had already escaped to one of their numerous hideouts through the desert, aware of their discovery the moment Qibli had been gone.

5011 AS:

Queendom in Mourning;

At one dinner at night in the Sand Palace, the most excellent meals prepared by the royal kitchen were delivered to the table filled with Oasis’ dragonets and guests. As traditionally, the queen was the first to eat in the feast, but this time things seemed odd.

After taking her first bites at the food, Oasis felt dizzy and collapsed into the ground convulsing while Burn immediately called the doctors and held her mother’s head in her talons.

Oasis’ last words were: “ Curse you, B-Blister! “ as she died right there not too long before the medics had arrived and vestiges of a strong poison were found in the food.

Her presumed heir, Burn had took control of the Sand Queendom and held it in martial law, she would avenge her mother, firstly by executing the chefs and guards that allowed this to happen, they were always so loyal to the queendom, but this event could only mean an infiltrator was among them, but Burn didn't care about finding exactly who, she just executed them. The search for Blister had intensified and became more brutal than ever, with anyone refusing to say a word about Blister’s whereabouts being immediately arrested and throw in the dungeon until further orders.

The death of queen Oasis was felt through Pyrrhia, with all queens, but Scarlet, sending their condolences for her death and offering a queens’ summit to discuss how they should proceed in finding the murderer of Oasis. While Burn had accepted the invitation, the SkyWing seat being empty had led her into rage and she believed not only Blister, but Scarlet was also involved in this plot, she declared war soon afterwards returning to the queendom, launching a massive strike to repeat her victory at Possibility, but the SkyWings this time were ready.

After several years of relative peace, war had begun anew in Pyrrhia. Between Scarlet’s madness and Burn’s rage, the continent this time seemed in a war that would not end like the last one, one of them would die this time, and both sides were very convinced it wouldn’t be them.

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Cyclops

The Cyclops began production in 2710 as an assault BattleMech and headquarters unit for Star League Defense Force field commanders. A decent mix of weapons provided the Cyclops with both long- and short-range firepower and a sizable engine to keep up with mobile operations. The most important feature of the 'Mech though was its advanced electronics, especially the Tacticon B-2000 Battle Computer, which allows the pilot to effectively command up to brigade-sized units. Other aspects of the 'Mech are less than stellar however. The diverse array of weapons means the 'Mech does suffer somewhat from ammunition issues while meager armoring provides less protection than that found on similar machines, though it is enough to stave off attackers until reinforcements arrive. In particular the armoring on the head section, while as heavily protected as allowed by the internal structure, leaves the pilot and the sophisticated command and control equipment more vulnerable than usual. When operating as the command vehicle at regimental and higher echelons with an ample support apparatus and guarded by a headquarters lance, these deficiencies are far less noticeable and the Cyclops could be kept in reserve until employed to turn the tide of battle or exploit a weakness.

Unfortunately the Cyclops did not fare so well with the onset of the Amaris Civil War when the Rim Worlds Republic Military destroyed its primary factory on Caph in 2774. Spare parts for the machine quickly began to dry up, until by the end of the Succession Wars less than ten percent still had a working B-2000 computer. Lacking the critical part of being a command vehicle many Cyclopses were pressed into an assault role. Acting as the bodyguard or decoy for the real commanding officer, they proved to be swift if mediocre combat machines. As most enemies know about the vulnerable head and automatically target it in combat, many Cyclops pilots also began adding false head protectors to defend against impacts. A study by the NAIS after the Fourth Succession War would eventually find that these caused more harm than good by restricting vision and increasing shrapnel, ending the practice altogether.

The rediscovery of the Helm Memory Core kick-started a number of attempts to replicate the B-2000 computer, however there were no successful attempts prior to the Clan Invasion. Also, the invention of the C3 computer with its emphasis on small-scale networking, and a switch in doctrine to using DropShips as command posts, saw the Cyclops' command role decline. However Grumium Creations was eventually able to restart production of new variants of the 'Mech, and where it has participated a Cyclops with a working B-2000 has had noticeable effects. For this reason Cyclops 'Mechs with a working battle computer were reserved for high-ranking officers.

The Cyclops carries an arsenal built to handle almost any situation. For long-range combat and indirect fire, the 'Mech carries a Delta Dart LRM-10 missile launcher in the left torso along with one ton of reloads. For closer ranges the 'Mech has a variety of weapons. A Zeus-36, Mark III Autocannon/20 mounted in the right torso keeps all but the heaviest 'Mechs at a respectable distance and is fed by four tons of ammo split between the side torsos. The autocannon is backed up by two Diverse Optics Type 20 medium lasers, one in either arm, and a Hovertec Quad SRM-4 with one ton of reloads in the center torso.

The centerpiece of the Cyclops is its sophisticated holographic battle computer, the Tacticon B-2000. When combined with the Olmstead 840 tight beam comm suite with SatNav module, the Cyclops can effectively command a brigade across the surface of an entire world. Unfortunately the Cyclops is poorly protected relative to other assault 'Mechs with only ten tons of armor, and while its normal load of twelve heat sinks allows it to stay cool in most cases, they can prove to be inadequate in especially heavy situations.

[follow-up-news]

Five major airlines—American Airlines, Delta, JetBlue, Southwest, and United—havejoined an airline trade association lawsuit to overturn a Department of Transportation rule that forces airlines to treat wheelchair users and their mobility devices with dignity. The rule, issued last year by then–Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg, made mishandling wheelchairs an automatic violation of the federal Air Carrier Access Act. The lawsuit, filed this past week in the Fifth Circuit Courtof Appeals, asserts that the rule is “unlawful.” Buttigieg worked on the rule with disability advocates including Samantha Jade Duràn when creating the rule. Duràn’s own wheelchair was damaged by an airline in 2017 when it was placed with luggage in the cargo hold. “My brake was completely broken, to the point where I couldn’t brake at all,” Duràn told me. Duràn couldn’t afford to have the wheelchair repaired, so she used the damaged one for two and a half years—which, she points out, is very dangerous. Airlines damage or lose thousands of wheelchairs every year.

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Destroyer - Thorns

(Masterlist)

(Content: physical abuse, verbal abuse, living weapon whump, degredation, dehumanization)

Weeks passed, the majority of them spent upon the freshly mobilized battleship. Paris had named it Thorn, but in every briefing it was translated to “Splinter”. He’d wanted to move away as quickly as possible, but the ship was being pulled back into the bay for repairs every other day. The typical ambiance of the active craft was now frequently punctuated by the sound of construction. It grew worse by the day, just as bad for the passengers as it was for their enemies. Paris learned to sleep through the depressurization alarms.

Delta was adjusting to the new space. His new room was smaller than his previous one, but it was still spacious. Beyond that, he was often allowed to leave it. Paris said he wanted to know where Delta was all hours of the day, in theory, but he often so busy he forgot to check up. It was the most freedom of moment Delta had been given in a long time. He walked the ship’s floors silently, haunting it. The people aboard know who he was and they left him alone. He was glad.

When they did eventually get the ship up and running, capable of more than sprints, most of the crew had already been debriefed on the new management. Delta had received training from the maid service in some basic housekeeping tasks, such as cooking, cleaning, and sewing. For some reason, this greatly upset both his handlers. Simon saw it as a waste of Delta’s time, while Martino saw it as undignified for his rank. The latter confused Delta; it was the only time the doctor ever seemed to care about his dignity. Nevertheless, they convinced Paris that it wasn’t right for Delta to be used as some interchangeable staff. Paris relented, agreeing that Delta would only serve him and his court, keeping all things within the dynasty.

The upshot of this was that Delta spent a lot more time in proximity of Paris - and was kept under much closer watch. Paris did not always need or even want him around, but much of Delta’s day was structured around this arrangement. By the first month, they’d settled into a tentative schedule.

When Paris didn’t have any mission in mind, which was most days, Delta was dismissed to go train. He’d find Dr.Martino, who would run the first round of tests on him, checking vitals and his blood chemistry, seeing how conductive his veins were to the electricity that pulsed through them. Then, he got passed onto Simon to run drills.

The psionic drills had to be done in a closed environment. On the ship, they had to go for low intensity, so as not to cause damage to the hull. But Simon made up for it, forcing Delta to do high-precision and high-focus work. An exercise that Simon had grown very fond of was having Delta stick blades into the walls, arranging them in different shapes. It required him to focus and manipulate dozens of blades at once and move them independently, without causing them to crash into each other. It also required forceful stabbing, which was a good skill to have at that point.

It wasn’t the kind of outburst that would cause him to faint, but it did exhaust him. Simon would force him to go at it for several hours, stopping at his own leisure, never Delta’s. He’d only be released in the late afternoon. Before, Simon would take the time to tutor him, but now lacked both the resources and the energy. He still gave Delta any books he thought he would need, which would have been fine if he had the time to read them. Delta barely had enough time to eat before Paris would summon him again.

Paris called him into his room or into his office. He’d order Delta to kneel and keep him there most of the night. If Paris was busy, Delta would sit in silence, nothing more than an ornament for the room. Paris would smack him if he fidgeted too much, but that was all.

“I should make you wear a bell,” He joked whenever Delta couldn’t hold still. Delta, of course, did not see the point of this. It was on nights where Paris had nothing better to do that he got his explanation.

On slow nights, Paris would rake his fingers through Delta’s hair, placing them at the base of his neck. Delta shivered at the touch, which would only cause Paris to tighten his grasp. Paris looked over him like he was an insect, a mix of contempt and curiosity. His voice was low.

“I know what you’re doing.”

Delta didn’t respond, which was all the confirmation Paris needed. He took a fistful of Delta’s hair, yanking him closer. He tsked, “There’s that fucking face again. Admit it. You think you’re too good for this.”

Delta winced. There was no answer Paris would accept; he knew that. The whole point of this was to break him down. “I do, yeah,” Delta admitted, seconds before Paris smacked his head into the desk.

“Fuck,” Delta muttered to himself. Paris kicked him onto his back, not even moving from his desk chair.

“I knew it,” Paris smirked, crossing his legs, “It’s okay, though. It doesn’t matter what you think. You’re an object. The way you feel about your position has no bearing at all on the way you’ll act. You’re still gonna do what I say, right? Or I’ll have to remind you how this works?”

Delta rubbed his head, not looking at him. Stupid. Just an exercise in futility. He never needed reminding, never had. He couldn’t tell if the prince was actually that insecure or if he was just messing with him. It did not come off as a serious exchange. Paris was nothing like his father.

“Sit back up and fucking answer me,” Paris said.

Delta crawled back onto his knees. “Yes, Your Highness,” he answered wearily. Paris moved to slap him again and he flinched.

Paris withdrew his hand.

“Good. You’re dismissed.” He nodded. After a minute, he added. “Go put ice on that, I don’t want your face to swell.” .

“Yes, Your Highness,” Delta got to his feet, lightheaded. He brushed his hair back into place, sparing no further looks.

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🟪PM’s OFFICE COMPLAINS, HOW ARE THE HOUTHIS GETTING DRONES THROUGH? - ISRAEL REALTIME 

✡️Erev Shabbat - Parshah Vayishlach which means "And he sent" - Genesis 32:4 - Jacob returns to the Holy Land after a 20-year stay in Charan, and sends angel-emissaries to Esau in hope of a reconciliation, but his messengers report that his brother is on the warpath with 400 armed men. Jacob prepares for war, prays, and sends Esau a large gift (consisting of hundreds of heads of livestock) to appease him.

That night, Jacob ferries his family and possessions across the Jabbok River; he, however, remains behind and encounters the angel that embodies the spirit of Esau, with whom he wrestles until daybreak. Jacob suffers a dislocated hip but vanquishes the supernal creature, who bestows on him the name Israel, which means “he who prevails over the divine.”

▪️PM’s OFFICE SAYS.. (complaining about reports from the TV program “Fact”) We will not address all of the false claims presented.. but a few of them are enough to prove the extent to which their mind-engineering enterprise is being mobilized for the purpose of overthrowing Prime Minister Netanyahu in a time of war.

Contrary to what is claimed, the prime minister received no warning and no one bothered to update him - neither before the massacre nor on the night of the massacre. If they had, the October Shabbat would have looked completely different.

Their mind-engineering enterprise will continue with propaganda and a trove of lies, while Prime Minister Netanyahu will continue to lead Israel to a historic victory.

▪️TAXES.. Arnona - property taxes will increase by 5.3% next year.  But in many cities residents said they were charged for property tax increased RETROACTIVELY.   The reason: an unusual increase requested by the municipalities to the Min. Of Interior to charge increases RETROACTIVELY to 2024. If you are in one of these cities or towns, you will have to pay a few hundred more shekels on all the bills you have already paid. (Mako)

❗️TRUMP CONSIDERS?  Wall Street Journal: Trump considering airstrike on Iran's nuclear facilities. 

⭕HOUTHIS SAY.. "We, in cooperation with the Islamic resistance in Iraq, carried out joint operations against Israel. Support Front operations hit Jaffa, Ashdod, and Ashkelon this week.”  Rating: semi-true, 1 drone did hit the Ashkelon area.

⭕HOW ARE THEY GETTING THROUGH?  The IDF estimates that the Houthis from Yemen are trying to take the lead in what remains of Iran's axis of evil in the region. In the past 24 hours, the Houthis have launched four SUICIDE DRONES at Israel Two were intercepted by the Air Force, one in the sea off the Gulf of Eilat and the other over Holot Halutza. Two more disappeared, and it is estimated that they fell in open areas. The four flew the same flight path as the SUICIDE DRONE that struck a residential building in Yavne earlier this week and caused extensive damage, without casualties. 

The Houthis are trying to cause significant damage to Israeli assets: the seaports of Ashdod and Haifa, the power stations of the Israel Electric Corporation, and the gas platforms off the coast of Israel.

The Houthis have established flight paths that challenge the air defense ​​of the Air Force. The path of the tiny aircraft crosses Sinai from east to west. They leave the Mediterranean Sea from the Egyptian Delta region, turn north and enter over the northern Gaza Strip into Israel, and then they descend, making it difficult for radars to classify them.

♦️GAZA - evac order: The IDF has issued an evacuation warning to several neighborhoods of Gaza City, following rocket fire from the area at Israeli troops operating in the Strip.

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File: X-files S1 E8 Ice

SCP#: AAQ

Code Name: Murder Parasites

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: The four samples of SCP-AAQ are kept in separate biohazard canisters and stored within a small biohazard box. The box is kept in a freezer at Site-AC within the Level 2 area of the Biohazard Labs. Any testing with SCP-AAQ must be approved by at least one Level 3 Foundation staff member. 

In the event of a containment breach SCP-AAQ is not to be moved from its location. Instead, the motion detection explosive on the freezer containing SCP-AAQ and other dangerous pathogens stored in there, will be activated. the explosive will only be turned off AFTER it’s confirmed the containment breach has been completely delt with. 

Description: SCP-AAQ is a parasitic worm like organism capable of infecting the host and filling them with hyper aggression, paranoia, increased survival instincts, and random murderous impulses. SCP-AAQ attaches itself to the posterior cervical area of the spine. Attaching to the spine allows the worm to feed on the numerous chemicals of the brain including acetylcholine, which regulates aggression and improves memory. 

SCP-AAQ is anomalous in behavior, in that it has no desire for infection and reproduction like a normal parasite, only self-preservation. Should two SCP-AAQ instances exist in the same body they will kill one another so that the survivor gets the host. Though more often than not this just leads to the complete annihilation of both instances. Ironically, this shows that the best cure to SCP-AAQ infection is to simply become infected with another and have the two kill each other. However, none of this is to say that SCP-AAQ is not infectious, the blood of the host is typically filled with thousands of SCP-AAQ eggs, naturally leading to exposed wound and blood infection.

Any vertebrate can be infected by SCP-AAQ, but humans have proven the most dangerous hosts as they are excellent at hiding their infection due to still retaining human intelligence along with the heightened aggression and paranoia. Surprisingly SCP-AAQ can survive and even thrive in sub-zero temperatures being able to breed and infect faster in such a state, how this is possible is unknown. Testing has shown that unfortunately hot temperatures do nothing to weaken the parasite, though like all living things it hates fire. Its anomalous properties as well as DNA testing has led to the theory that SCP-AAQ is of extraterrestrial origin and thus is why its biology and behavior doesn’t match any parasite found on earth.

SCP-AAQ was discovered in 1993, when a research outpost at [data expunged], Alaska went radio silent after strange reports of violence. Due to the environment and high possibility of danger Mobile Task Force Delta-14 “Winter Wonderland” was deployed. However, upon infiltration they encountered Persons of Interest: Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Please see Addendum X-14 for details.

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Addendum X-14

The following is a recording of the four MTF Deta-14 units as they enter the outpost after being transported by a MFWF-13 “Mammoth”. All Delta 14 units are armed with temperature nullification suits, bullet-proof armor over it, and Foundation assault rifles, with sample containment cases.

Recording Begins

D1: Alright! Entering the outpost now! Move! Move! Move!

Delta-14 units storm the interior finding all the lights out and no one in sight. D1 through D4 spread out to check the area faster, upon doing so D3 stumbles upon Person of Interest: Fox Mulder standing over a corpse. there is also Person of Interest: Dana Scully and two other civilians.

D3: Shit! All of you, hands up right now!

Dr. Hodge: its him! Shoot him! He’s infected!

Agent Mulder: No, I’m not infected! It was one of them that killed him!

D3: All of you shut the fuck up! D1 this is D3, come in! I got multiple civilians here and a dead body. Possibly caused by the anomaly!

D1: Copy that D3, heading your way now.

All four Delta-14 units enter the room and order Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, and the two other civilians to go to the other side of the room. D2 the medic goes over to the body to examine him.

D2: This was a murder, not an anomaly.

Dr. Hodge: Yes, it was Mulder that killed him, shoot him before he kills us.

D4: shut up idiot!

D3: He’s not wrong thought it was definitely one of them. Though we have no idea which it was.

D1: We don’t have time for a murder mystery, we need to find the anomaly.

Dr. Hodge: I’m telling you Mulder’s infected! Kill him!

Agent Mulder: It was one of you! you must have killed him!

D1: All of you shut up! I don’t want to hear another word… wait, did you say Mulder?

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully look at one another before Fox Mulder addresses the Delta-14 units.

Agent Mulder: Yeah, that’s me, Fox Mulder.

D1: Shit, keep these idiots here, I need to make a call.

D2 and D4 raise their rifles at the four to keep them still while D1 exist the room.

D1: Command this is D1, we got Person of Interest: Fox Mulder here, please advise.

Command: Copy that D1, Fox Mulder is not to be harmed in any way due to his possible connections to Group of Interest: The Syndicate. Additionally, if he has a red-haired woman with him that is Person of Interest: Dana Scully. Ensure that Fox Mulder and Dana Scully do not encounter the anomaly in any way.

D1: Copy that command, D1 out.

D1 then returns to the room.

D1: Alright, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, I need you both to come with me.

Dr. Hodge: Wait no listen to me he’s infected!

D4: How many times do we have to tell you to shut the fuck up?!

Dr. Hodge: God man it you damn FBI agents knew about this didn’t you! These military guys are your buddies and they’re here to get you out while you cover it all up! Damn all of you!

D4: I said shut up!

D4 hits the Dr. Hodge in the stomach with the butt of his rifle, however upon doing so Dr. Da Silva starts screaming erratically and lunges on him. She attempts to steal his gun, but he easily pushes her off. She tries to get back up but D4 shoots her in the head killing her instantly.

D4: Ugh, what the fuck was wrong with that bitch!

D3: Ugh, what the hell is that?

SCP-AAQ can be seen wiggling out of Dr. Da Silva’s forehead where D4 shot her, it thrashes around. Until D2 grabs it with some tweezers, then places it in a containment capsule and into his containment case.

D2: I’m guessing this was the anomaly.

D3: A worm that makes people go berserk? That’s new.

Dr. Hodge: you killed her… you killed her without hesitation you fucking monster…

D4: Oh my god shut up! She was trying to kill me, and in case you didn’t notice she had a fucking worm in her head!

D2: Uh guys, how do we know they aren’t infected?

Agent Scully: We’re not, if we were then we would be showing signs of aggression and paranoia by now.

Dr. Hodge: You fucking murders… the government covers up everything with murder…

D4: … This guy is definingly acting pretty weird.

Agent Mulder: No he’s not infected it was only one person who was infected, he couldn’t be infected.

Dr. Hodge: Your infected! I know your infected, you have to be!

D4: Better safe than sorry.

D4 then shoots Dr. Hodges in the head, killing him instantly. Dana Scully is horrified by the sight while Fox Mulder remains silent.

D1: Alright that’s enough killing. Look around for any other samples and let’s get the hell out of here.

Recording Ends

After a few blunders, the Delta-14 units contained samples from the corpses and an infected dog found later. Afterwards Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were escorted out of the outpost and to the nearest airport. After being dropped off, Fox Mulder tried to get answers out of the Delta-14 units, but they ignored his every question and left the area in as fast as they could. Foundation agents disguised as flight attendants boarded the same plane as Fox Mulder and Dana Scully to drug them with Class G Amnestics. The drugs worked on Dana Scully but were of minimal effect on Fox Mulder. This has raised his Watch List level from 2 to 3. 

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[planet-of-the-machines]

[Transcribed from speech]

Hey there outpost 3! I've got a few questions for the Disassembly drones.

-/Robo-Jesus someone get her off of me!!!/-

So, N and V, regarding the sword blade wings; are they typically uniform size?

-/steel feathers in my face! Stop attacking me!/-

*Eagle screech*

Cuz our new Disassembly drone here has a set of wings that are pretty big, like some vast predatory bird! And I caught sight of some of her feathers splitting open-

-/NONONO NOT THE FACE!/-

-one sec, HEY! SHUT UP AND STOP AGITATING MY PATIENTS!

-/What are you-? No that's not yours/-

*crashing sounds*

*Sigh* as I was saying, her blade feathers split open, revealing small thrusters, so is that something standard issue, or is she some special variation of disassembly?

-/-son of a Subroutine! Give that back you Mettalic Magpie!!/-

*Caws of victory *

Oh, right, also do either of you know a Serial Designation F? Cuz that's the name on the band on her leg.

-/ OH COME ON SHE STOLE MY TABLET! I HAVE BLUEPRINTS ON THAT!/-

GOOD! I won't have to patch you up for a while then! Anyway, thanks for any light you can shed on this.

Cheif Medical officer of Outpost 15

Minerva

P.S. Brainstorm is fine. F was just flailing her wings in his face trying to steal his tablet.

P.P.S. don't worry about data leaks either. I traded some shiny scrap metal to get it back. She was trying to make a nest in the repair bay she's confined to.

Biscuits, J's going to kill me for saying this.

There are several... um, models of us Disassemblers, kinda like how there were hundreds of different dog breeds before the Flash. Or I guess a better comparison would be humanity and its various races and ethnicities. Me and my team are of the Alpha 2 model, Alpha meaning basically the "default" Murder Drone. The 2 is that we're the second, uh, generation of that default, as the Alpha 1 was phased out by the company in 2051.

Th-that's not to say we all look the same, heheh. If we get enough recorded kills, JCJenson lets us modify ourselves... so long as Mr. Sentinel approves of them. I've only gotten 29 confirmed Worker Drone kills since we were deployed, not quite enough for even the cheapest mod. J's gotten around 70, which she used to get her feet — usually the girls only get the "stilts," as maintenance calls them. And V's killed over 100, but—

-N

I haven't modded myself because I don't need any. Best of the team.

-V

Oh.

Okay then.

That brings us to the other models. IDK who's in charge of designing us, but they seem to have really liked animals, cause they've put quite a few features into them.

The Beta model, which F seems to be of, take after birds of prey. Larger wingspans, thrusters for extra speed in the air, and and three-pronged feet for grabbing on to railings, ledges, or... uh, people. I think G may be a derivative of the Beta 2, judging by her feet, but then there's her massive tail, and she's too small.

The Gamma model take after wolves, lions, and tigers. They have claws integrated into the fingers, more sensitive audio receptors — they can even run on all fours. Kinda wish I was one... although I probably would've killed— ANYWAYS!!!

The Delta Model is basically the Alpha, but amphibious — mostly taking after sharks. They can be told apart by the fins on their arms, legs, and back. That, and they have no wings.

The Epsilon model take after chameleons. ... I don't think I need to explain what they do. Mainly they're used for scouting or stealth ops.

Finally, there's the Zeta model... also know as the Shifter model. In all honesty, they're closer to Heavy Drones than they are to Disassembly Drones, except they... uh...

-N

They're like this loser's emo friend. Turn into a car or truck or jet fighter of some kind for higher mobility. Don't ask why corporate thought to turn them into vehicles instead of animals, even J has no clue about it.

Shifters are like stormtroopers (no, not those stormtroopers). The company uses them whenever brute force is necessary to get a job done. There aren't that many Zetas around, though one of them, Sentinel Major, somehow got high enough on the corporate ladder to become J's boss.

As for your other question... *sigh* N, J, and I were trained alongside another trio when we were first built and turned online. S, K, and D, if my new memory core's not lying. We really didn't get along, as our teacher pitted us against each other— still pit our teams against each other, and every other team built before and after us. It's all a competition, one where you otherwise never see your opponents. So no, we've never heard of Serial Designation F until your message, miss.

-V

You mean you've never even met any other teams in person? Robo-Jesus Christ...

-Boulder

There goes that potential interrogation down the garbage chute.

-Chase

Dude. Really?

Hot Rod

Let me get this straight. When you called me a shifter during prom, you were saying some of you guys have my powers!?

-Uzi

Yep. They're usually around the size of a Heavy Drone, though, so I imagine they'd call you an imp.

-V

BITE ME!!! >:(

-Uzi

Oh chill out. If there's anything special about you besides your... personality(?), they don't have two vehicles they can turn into, only one. Besides, you're fast enough to run circles around them and they'll just overheat to death trying to hit you.

-V

Hold on. You said they're used as stormtroopers. Why would Jenson need someone for that kind of role?

-Orion

I don't know the details, but apparently the company's not just fighting the WDF. J said a few things about rival companies... and something about the Red Army... but said V and I didn't need to know the specifics. And because we weren't really allowed to ask questions...

-N

[lonestarflight]

Delta II Second stage lift and mate

"On Pad 17-B at Cape Canaveral Air Force Station, the Delta II second stage is being lifted alongside the mobile service tower. Once inside, it will be mated with the first stage already in place. The Delta II is the launch vehicle for the THEMIS spacecraft. THEMIS consists of five identical probes, the largest number of scientific satellites ever launched into orbit aboard a single rocket. This unique constellation of satellites will resolve the tantalizing mystery of what causes the spectacular sudden brightening of the aurora borealis and aurora australis - the fiery skies over the Earth's northern and southern polar regions. THEMIS is scheduled to launch Feb. 15 from Cape Canaveral Air Force Station."

Date: January 19, 2007

NASA ID: KSC-07PD-0126