#Protocol “Legacy’s Downfall”

[dzthenerd490]

File: Meg

SCP#: AID

Code Name: Megalodons the Unwanted Guardians of the Ocean

Object Class: Archon

Special Containment Procedures: Creatures of SCP-AID are to be avoided as much as possible by Foundation submarines and boats. They are also not to be attacked as doing so will place Site-AN at great risk. Any attempts to close the cave to SCP-AID will lead to the possible destruction of Site-AN and thus an XK Class End-of-the-World Scenario of unimaginable damage. As such the punishment for any attempt to do so will be the activation of Protocol “Legacy’s Downfall”.

Under no circumstances are any research or recovery drones allowed to be utilized within SCP-AID either. Any attempt to do so will lead to the demotion to D Class. There will be no exceptions. 

Description: SCP-AID is a hidden section below the mariana trench that extends an unknown length and to an unknown depth. Theoretically nothing should be able to survive however it is populated with a wide variety of thought to be extinct species as well as mutated creatures. Some creatures seem to resemble different evolutionary variants of Species of Interest: The Titans. Because Titans are normally found within SCP-ACS it is assumed that SCP-AID is possibly connected to SCP-ACS but due to the possibility of aggravating the creatures of SCP-AID there is no way to confirm this. 

The most common SCP-AID species that resides within are the megalodon giant sharks that grow anywhere between 60 to 100 feet large. Like normal sharks they are commonly docile and rarely if ever attack unless provoked or able to sense food nearby. Originally this was thought to the extent of SCP-AID’s anomalous properties, however observations of megalodons encountering SCP-AMZ instances have shown otherwise. SCP-AID have no anomalous abilities that make them stronger or better than normal sharks other than their size. Instead what makes them dangerous is their immunity to anomalous infection and effects. 

Normally SCP-AMZ instances are able to spread SCP-ANE infection to any and all living organisms. However, the megalogons do not get infected no matter how much the SCP-AMZ instances stab or bite them. In fact, megalodons can eat hundreds of SCP-AMZ instances and be perfectly fine. Other species within SCP-AID have been observed to be able to resist SCP-ANE infection as well, how this is possible is unknown though it is hypothesized to be thanks to the Gaia Radiation from SCP-ACS. Again, there is unfortunately nothing to confirm how true this is.

SCP-AID was discovered in 1940 after it was revealed that there were SCP-AMZ instances living and growing within the mariana trench. Site-AN was quickly created to be a defensive and research site for world ending threats like SCP-AMZ and SCP-[data expunged]. However, after the completion of Site-AN, SCP-AID revealed itself as the megalodons devoured a majority of the SCP-AMZ population. As such occasionally they are regarded as defenders of Site-AN. However, a majority of the species were discovered to be extremely territorial and hate contact with the Foundation. All of this has led to SCP-AID being labeled as Object Class Archon, as it is safer to leave it alone than to contain it.

Update 2018 - a single megalodon escaped SCP-AID and tried to attack a beach on the coast of [data expunged]. Shockingly Group of Interest: the Shark Punching Center teleported into our reality within a submarine. After firing Anti-Selachian Death Punch Torpedoes the megalodon was destroyed and its body parts were later eaten by regular sharks. The SPC force tried to punch them as well, but a Foundation submarine intercepted them and threatened them to leave. The cover story was that a whale corpse exploded before it could reach the beach. 

Later an SPC representative entered Site-[data expunged] with a desire to talk about the incident. MTF High Commander Riker happened to be at the Site and agreed to the interview, please see Addendum X-63 for details. 

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Addendum X-63

The following is a recording of the interview between SPC representative Jack Striker MTF High Commander Riker. The interview is taking place in a standard Foundation interrogation room with only two chairs and a table with a single ceiling light illuminating the middle of the room.

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Begin Recording

SPC Representative Striker is balancing himself on the chair like a goofball while Riker is glaring at him with disappointment. 

SPC Representative Striker: So, this is the SCP Foundation, you guys really don’t do much when it comes to decorations huh? I mean where is the wall paint? Where’s the aquariums? Where’s the friendly receptionist? And where’s the fighting rings and training centers? How are you supposed to get new recruits if you're not presenting a welcoming face?

MTF High Commander Riker: We don’t recruit openly, people in this world don’t know about anomalies-

SPC Representative Striker: Deviants.

MTF High Commander Riker: ANOMALIES… and we intend to keep it that way.

SPC Representative Striker: Alright fine, I’m just saying, sharks are the only hostile deviants we have to deal with, yet you guys have… screaming naked men that kill all in their path, statues that look like peanuts who strangle you to death, and giant shape shifting lizards! I mean we got one too, but we just killed it while you guys are keeping it around. 

MTF High Commander Riker: He has more uses alive, not that it’s any of your business. Speaking of business, how about we get to it, what the hell do you want?

SPC Representative Striker: Tch, always straight to business huh? Alright, alright, we uh… we just wanted to apologize.

MTF High Commander Riker: … Pardon?

SPC Representative Striker: Look we’ve been using your reality as a means to improve and test out our SPC’s to better punch down the shark threat. But we understand that you want to study deviants not punch them or weaponize them like we do. I mean it would do you some good, but I get that you don’t want to.

MTF High Commander Riker: We weaponize some anomalies, but we only do so for the ones that can be weaponized. We don’t just ask them all to punch sharks because we feel like it.

SPC Representative Striker: Oh seriously? Cool, well anyways we’ve been doing what we want with your reality, and we understand it’s kinda pissed you guys off.

MTF High Commander Riker: Kinda, is far too weak of a word.

SPC Representative Striker: … Ahem, right so anyways we wanted to both apologize and get a meeting together between ORACLE and your O5 Council.

MTF High Commander Riker: … why?

SPC Representative Striker: So, we can make the deal official! So, we can enter your reality more often and take care of your shark problem while you focus on other stuff. I mean, lord knows you guys need it.

MTF High Commander Riker: No.

SPC Representative Striker: Wha- what?

MTF High Commander Riker: No, we don’t need you and never did, you can keep jumping in our reality whenever you want because we can’t stop you. Well, we could but it would be a waste of time and resources, so how about I warn you instead. You ever get in our way and mess up our work again, then we won’t hesitate to wipe out your pathetic little organization.

SPC Representative Striker: … I know you think we’re a joke, but make no mistake, I’ve punched sharks larger than your SCP-682. I’m not afraid of you. Any of you.

MTF High Commander Riker: I don’t want you afraid, I want results, and I want anything that gets in the way of those results… eradicated. 

SPC Representative Striker: Geez, you guys are cold blooded assholes. Like seriously you do realize you kill people more often than you save them. If you were more open with people like us, you would be able to save a lot more lives. 

MTF High Commander Riker: It’s not about saving lives; it’s about preserving humanity as a whole. Even if we have to cleanse until there’s a single Adam and Eve.

SPC Representative Striker: … Is that why you killed that old man?

MTF High Commander Riker: Tch, he was immune to amnestics, he was a hazard and couldn't be trusted. Besides with my enhanced sight I could see he didn’t have long anyways. I just gave him the easy way out. 

SPC Representative Striker: That’s your excuse?

MTF High Commander Riker: Not an excuse, a fact. It would be an excuse if I actually cared about what civilians think about me, which I don’t. Humans are animals, they should consider themselves lucky organizations like the Foundation give a fuck about them. 

SPC Representative Striker: ... I guess it was a mistake to think this deal could work. See ya later.

SPC Representative Striker then suddenly disappeared, seemingly teleporting with some unknown SPC technology. 

MTF High Commander Riker: The real mistake is your existence. 

Recording Ends

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[thejacksmit]

First Take: Deadpool and Wolverine - zero Fox given in the long-awaited threequel

Spoiler free as usual. Because the MCU is back.

SYNOPSIS: Wolverine is recovering from his injuries when he crosses paths with the loudmouth Deadpool. They team up to defeat a common enemy.

Sometimes it takes a full on corporate acquisition - a corpacq, if you will - to speak things into existence. In 2014 the infamous ‘leak’ prompted Fox to greenlight a Deadpool film within the X-Men universe, one which didn’t have his mouth sewn shut. A sequel followed. Then… the void. Covid. The Disney buyout. The downfall of the MCU as the multiverse saga began. But now the self proclaimed Marvel Jesus is back with the happy ending - one which brings the curtain down on a 25 year legacy for certain properties.

Shawn Levy takes the helm of this threequel, following Tim Miller and David Leitch into the universe where breaking the 4th wall doesn’t get you fired for creative differences - and he’s a director who knows Ryan Reynolds’ mind incredibly well having directed The Adam Project and most notably Free Guy. What we get is a 2 hour 8 minute ride that brings the best of the Fox era into the MCU - albeit not as rudely as anticipated… even more rudely. Having co-written the script with Reynolds, veteran Deadpool writers Rhett Reese and Paul Wernick, along with Zeb Wells, Levy’s input on this film shows a classy understanding of what it takes to pull off a 15 certificate Marvel Studios film, and even with elements of the TVA plotline that viewers of Loki will be very familiar with, this is a film that makes it easier for those who don’t follow the Disney+ shows to understand everything, almost like a full reset of Marvel’s storytelling. It’s shot incredibly by George Richmond (of Kingsman fame - one particular sequence gave me ‘church scene’ vibes) and the score from Rob Simonsen just about does the job, with a cracker of a soundtrack album for good measure.

As for the cast, trying to stay spoiler free is easier said than done - so we’ll give it a damn good go. Reynolds provides the fun as ever with all the self-referential jokes you could potentially think of, Hugh Jackman returns, and boy is it fantastic to see him back with the claws in a way which respects the ending of THAT 2017 solo film, and supporting them is Morena Baccarin, Rob Delaney, Leslie Uggams and Karan Soni to represent the Deadpool franchise - with new additions Matthew Mcfadyen and Emma Corrin leading the charge from the old regime into the Feige world. It is worth staying back, as is protocol on these films, as there is a fantastic tribute to the journey which brought us to this major turning point for Marvel’s film output, and ultimately, what could be the last time we see the words 20th Century Fox on a cinema screen. This isn’t just a Deadpool movie, this is the powers that be acknowledging that some storylines backfired big time - and they have heard us. With Comic-Con this weekend, for the first time in a while… I’m excited to see where Marvel Studios will take us.

THE VERDICT

The mad lads did it. A proper Deadpool movie under the constraints of the MCU, and still a lovely 15 certificate. Obviously it does feel a smidge more corporate, but all things considered, it’s the film we all wanted, with a Wolverine we have begged to see on-screen since 2000.

RATING: 4/5

[emily0976]

Unraveling the Mystery of the Dornier X Aircraft Crash

Introduction:

In the vast realm of aviation history, certain incidents stand out, leaving an indelible mark on the collective memory of enthusiasts and professionals alike. One such event that continues to captivate the imagination of aviation enthusiasts is the Dornier X aircraft crash. This tragic incident not only claimed lives but also raised questions about the safety and reliability of one of the most innovative aircraft of its time.

The Dornier X:

To truly understand the gravity of the Dornier X aircraft crash, it is essential to delve into the aircraft's history and its significance in the aviation world. The Dornier X was a groundbreaking flying boat designed and built by the German aircraft manufacturer Dornier Flugzeugwerke in the 1920s. This colossal aircraft boasted an impressive wingspan of over 48 meters, making it the largest flying boat of its time.

The Dornier X was not merely a symbol of engineering prowess; it was a marvel that pushed the boundaries of aviation technology. With its ability to carry more than 100 passengers, the aircraft was envisioned as a transatlantic transport, connecting continents and bringing people together. However, fate had a different plan for this ambitious project.

The Tragic Incident:

On a fateful day, the Dornier X took to the skies for what was supposed to be a routine flight. The aircraft was on a mission to showcase its long-range capabilities and prove its viability as a commercial transatlantic transport. However, somewhere during the course of the flight, disaster struck, and the Dornier X met a tragic end.

The aftermath of the crash sent shockwaves through the aviation community. Questions arose about what could have led to the downfall of such a technologically advanced aircraft. Was it a design flaw, pilot error, or an unforeseen technical malfunction? The search for answers began as investigators meticulously combed through the wreckage to unravel the mystery behind the Dornier X aircraft crash.

Investigation and Speculation:

In the aftermath of the crash, investigators faced the daunting task of piecing together the events leading up to the tragic incident. Theories and speculations emerged, ranging from structural issues to engine malfunctions. As with any high-profile aviation accident, the investigation involved a thorough examination of the aircraft's design, maintenance records, and the pilot's actions.

One prevailing theory suggested that the sheer size of the Dornier X might have posed challenges in terms of stability and control. Others pointed to potential flaws in the aircraft's structural integrity or concerns about the engines' reliability. As investigators delved deeper into the intricacies of the Dornier X, a complex web of factors emerged, making it difficult to pinpoint a single cause for the crash.

Legacy and Impact:

The Dornier X aircraft crash left an enduring impact on the aviation industry. While the dream of transatlantic commercial flights with the Dornier X was shattered, the lessons learned from the investigation contributed to advancements in aviation safety. The incident prompted a reevaluation of design principles, safety protocols, and operational procedures to prevent similar tragedies in the future.

The legacy of the Dornier X lives on not only in the memory of those who lost their lives in the crash but also in the ongoing commitment to enhancing aviation safety. The lessons learned from this incident have become integral to the continuous improvement of aircraft design and operational practices, shaping the future of aviation.

Conclusion:

The Dornier X aircraft crash remains a poignant chapter in aviation history, reminding us of the inherent risks and challenges associated with pushing the boundaries of innovation. As we reflect on this tragic event, it serves as a testament to the resilience of the aviation industry in learning from its mistakes and striving for continuous improvement. The Dornier X may have met a tragic end, but its legacy endures as a catalyst for progress and a reminder of the importance of safety in the skies.

[systemtek]

Navigating Through Time: The History and Insecurity of FTP

In the vast realm of computer networking, few protocols have withstood the test of time like the File Transfer Protocol (FTP). A pioneer in enabling the exchange of files across different systems, FTP has a fascinating history that spans decades. However, as technology has advanced, so have the vulnerabilities of FTP. In this blog post, we'll journey through the evolution of FTP and uncover why it's no longer considered secure in today's digital landscape. Origins of FTP: A Glimpse into the Past The origins of FTP trace back to the early 1970s, a time when the internet was still in its infancy. Developed by Abhay Bhushan and introduced through RFC 114, FTP aimed to solve the challenge of transferring files between diverse computer systems. Its simple command structure allowed users to "GET" and "SEND" files, making it a groundbreaking solution for sharing data across networks. FTP's Growth and Influence Throughout the 1980s and 1990s, FTP solidified its role as a primary method for file transfers. With its continued evolution, including the introduction of features like passive mode and binary transfers, FTP became an indispensable tool for web development, server management, and content distribution. The growth of the World Wide Web further fueled the demand for efficient file transfer methods. Security Concerns Arise While FTP offered convenience, it also raised security concerns. One of the most significant vulnerabilities was the transmission of data in plaintext, which exposed usernames, passwords, and file contents to potential eavesdropping. This glaring security flaw made FTP susceptible to attacks, especially in an era when cyber threats were becoming more sophisticated. FTP's Downfall: Why It's No Longer Secure Several factors contribute to FTP's declining security stature in the modern digital landscape: - Plaintext Transmission: The practice of transmitting data in plaintext leaves sensitive information vulnerable to interception by malicious actors. Modern cybersecurity standards emphasize encryption to safeguard data during transit. - Lack of Encryption: Unlike newer protocols like FTPS (FTP Secure) and SFTP (SSH File Transfer Protocol), basic FTP lacks built-in encryption mechanisms. This absence of encryption makes data transmitted via FTP susceptible to being intercepted and exploited. - Authentication Weakness: FTP's traditional username and password authentication method is prone to brute-force attacks and password sniffing. Stronger authentication methods, such as public key authentication, are recommended to bolster security. - Firewall and NAT Challenges: Passive mode FTP, introduced to address firewall and NAT traversal issues, can inadvertently expose servers to additional vulnerabilities. Configuring passive mode in a secure manner requires careful attention. Embracing Safer Alternatives As the security flaws of FTP have become more pronounced, organizations and individuals have sought alternatives that prioritize data security. FTPS and SFTP offer robust encryption and authentication mechanisms, making them superior choices for secure file transfers. Additionally, cloud storage solutions and HTTP-based downloads have gained traction, offering user-friendly interfaces and built-in security measures. In Conclusion: A Legacy of Progress and Challenges The history of FTP is one of innovation and adaptability. It played a pivotal role in shaping the early days of computer networking and remains a testament to human ingenuity. However, as the digital landscape evolves and security concerns become more prominent, the limitations of basic FTP have come to light. While its legacy lives on, the torch has been passed to more secure and modern alternatives that prioritize data protection in a world filled with cyber threats. Read the full article

[capricornus-rex]

A Shadow of What You Used to Be (13)

Chapter 13: The Favorite | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Requested by Anon

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

A/N: I’M NEGATIVE FOR COVID, YAY!!1!! That’s the only negativity I need in life lmao

Requesting to be tagged: @heavenly1927​

Also in AO3

Chapters: Prelude – 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 | Previous: Part 12 | Next: Part 14 | Masterlist

14 of ?

16 BBY

Battered by the sweat and grit in this confined dojo, Irele had proved her capabilities for battle.

For every instructor that walked in to face her, the difficulty climbed as well.

But the dojo had become her sanctuary. No limitations, no rules. She can be angry as she likes, she can be violent to her opponents, and then there would be no repercussion—it was all at the expense of “training” which was basically they had in mind for her.

Now that she was conditioned for combat, the next phase of the plan laid out for her growth would come next—although it would be simultaneous to this training regimen.

Today marks the first anniversary of her training, the day that started this all. To commemorate the event in some sorts, they sent in an electrohammer Purge Trooper to fight with her. No trooper of this sort has ever come in to this dojo until today. For a second, it startled her; but then she shook off the anxiety from her shoulders and tightened her grip on a weapon she had stuck with since Day One—a javelin.

Her one display of power that warranted Darth Vader himself to pay a visit to the dojo in Nur.

“Admiral, ready my shuttle and chart a course to Nur.”

“Right away, my lord.” The admiral did not give it a second thought, he immediately proceeded with the preparations.

Everyone in Nur knew that Darth Vader was coming, and so they were all in full-blast in cleaning up the place to make it presentable to the lord. Everyone—except Irele, who was too engrossed with her training.

It was just getting good when Vader had arrived in the viewing room of the dojo—Irele’s already picking up the pace in the fight, but the Purge Trooper was nowhere near tired. Suddenly, it seems like out of nowhere, a strong invisible wave had lifted the instructor off the floor and threw him across the room. The last thing Irele saw was her hand held out, fingers curved in a manner as if choking a neck, and vibrating with remnants of that energy that had sent the trooper five feet away from her.

Little by little, her sensitivity with the Force has become more active.

She could not explain it. She couldn’t even believe it, she thought those moments were just illusions or daydreams that she had mixed with reality.

But this moment proved otherwise.

And it intoxicated her.

Although she had not mastered how to utilize it actively and consciously, she would take every chance she gets when she felt like it would come to her aid in the fight.

Vader departs the viewing room and makes his way down into the dojo.

“You fight well, child,” he boomed as he entered, causing Irele to turn to his direction, javelin at the ready. “But you’ve a long way to go if you are to master the art.”

Under his cape, Vader revealed his weapon: a silver cylinder accented with black duraplast grips, covered to the pommel. His leather thumb pressed the switch and out comes a blood-red beam. Irele has heard the stories, but never did she imagined seeing it in person; as a matter of fact, she’s not sure if her javelin has any chance against that.

Irele took the offensive, she moved first.

Vader, unbeknownst to her to be her own brother, effortlessly evaded it as simple as stepping out of the way.

The girl had too much pride in her to admit that her opponent was indeed stronger and more skilled, but she thought she could outsmart him, outmaneuver him, not knowing that her efforts would be in vain.

They traded strikes, but Vader was taking the lead in this fight. Irele’s tiring herself out in evading and looking for an opening, landing fewer strikes than she did with her first opponent—the trooper. The dark lord was neither generous nor kind with the training, he wanted to show Irele different levels of strengths—if she were to be dispatched in campaigns where combat is inevitable, she might as well be fazed now than later out in the field.

“It’s unwise to presume you can overpower me, child.”

With their blades locked in, Irele caught a glimpse of Vader’s face up close. The crimson red film of the lenses of his helmet uncovered a hazy view of his eyes—his real eyes: twin golden discs, glinting with menace and at the same time, a sort of grief.

For a moment, Irele’s expression showed humanity; but in the next second, she remembered the fight.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

Her overconfidence in her strike was her undoing, Vader’s lightsaber swiped it out of her hands, leaving her literally empty-handed.

“Perhaps you should re-assess that teenage confidence of yours, little one.”

Vader was moving in for a killing blow. He dared go that far. The operators in the viewing room think, “He’s going to kill her!” but the unexpected happened. In that one moment, time seemed to have slowed for Irele; Vader’s heavy yet nimble movement appeared to be slower in her eyes, which afforded her mere seconds to concentrate.

She closes her eyes… and focused.

Behind the darkness shrouding her view, she wondered why the strike hasn’t landed her yet, slowly she lifts her eyelids and saw a clear sheen shimmering in front of her—like glass with a frosted finish—while her hands were held up in front of her and wide open, sparks sputtered on all sides of Vader’s saber.

There was no time to comprehend this, but what Irele understood is that she needs to use this to advantage… now.

She pushed one hand further away, towards Vader—in effect, he was being backed away, by her. The girl took one more step, and alternately used the other hand to do the same thing as the first hand. Once aligned again, she slowly gravitated both hands to each other, closing the space in the middle and she watched Vader succumbing to his knees.

“Yes…” he lowed, rather satisfied. “You are strong with the Force. Like the blood before you.”

Those words rang into Irele’s soul, like a heavy bell with its ram, and on the top of her mind, there was one that came: Anakin.

She ceased using the Force and stumbled to her bottom, Vader remained kneeling but he held his head up to face the frightened, confused teen.

“Well done, Irele. You are ready.”

–

15 BBY

Irele’s training program did not hold her back, neither did it confine her within the walls of the fortress in Nur.

Roughly a month after her first year, she was tasked to hunt Jedi. Everything she needs to know about them—she did some reading in her time alone. She studied every form, their art and history: down to the most minute part of the culture and norms. And especially the broken legacy that had was their downfall.

It’s been an impressive second year.

Irele has been training consistently, of course, having nothing else to do—except interact with HY-L33, whose programming has been modified into half-protocol droid and half-nanny droid. Most crew members who had the gall to speak to the girl kept telling her that interaction with a droid does little with human social development and growth, to which, in her chagrin, Irele would reply: “I think I’m too old to be told about pediatric psychology.”

Despite her snark, Irele tries to be learned in terms of battle strategies—she’s juggled combat training with studying naval strategies and ground assault tactics, after learning that she may be dispatched on  missions with a squadron of troopers in a particular planet from time to time. In one or more occasions, she would cross paths with the devilish Admiral Thrawn, but rarely do they meet for conferences—virtual or otherwise. She can’t help but use some of her street smarts in campaigns, which more often than not, actually works.

These privileges that she enjoys were personally decreed by Vader himself, in the hopes that she would maximize her abilities from more than being a reckless warrior. Some were against it because they perceive her as a rebellious, smart-mouthed child; others decide to give her a chance, because after all, she is a growing girl who’s got a lot to learn in this kind of world she’s been thrown in.

Not all know what she was before—but to generalize it, she was just some local girl in a desolate planet in the middle of nowhere.

The droid HY-L33 looked for her master, and found Irele examining and polishing her lightsaber—something she crafted on her own, the exterior at least. The kyber crystal was harvested from a Jedi survivor she killed not too long ago, in a tropical moon where she was dispatched alone with little to no reinforcements as the troopers were designated as patrols in the town.

“Lady Irele, the briefing with the Inquisitors is due in thirty minutes.”

“Ah yes, the Jedi hunters,” Irele’s brows furrowed, “I thought I wasn’t required?”

“Indeed, but it’s been said to be beneficial for your upcoming campaigns.”

“Who said so?”

“Lord Vader, apparently… and the Grand Inquisitor.”

“Right then, thank you, Haylee.”

Irele dressed into her garbs. Tailored to perfection: the bodysuit and pants were a dark gray waterproof fabric so that the garment won’t weigh her down when fighting under inclement weather such as rain, fog, and snow. The standard material for the armor plating was duraplast—tried and tested against Stormtroopers’ blaster fire and Purge Troopers’ electro-powered weapons—and it covered her torso, shoulders, and forearms; an armor skirt made from the same material complemented the utility belt. Supposedly, they’re to be worn when in the field, but since she’s been cooped up in the Fortress in the past few days, she doesn’t bother strapping on the armaments.

Lastly, she slipped into her low, black boots. Looking at the mirror, she bound her hair in a ponytail. It was once a medium bob with ragged tips, but now she’s grown it out to a length just after her shoulders.

“Alright, I’m ready. I’ll see you in a bit, Haylee.”

The droid gave a short bow and Irele departed her room.

Nur has become her home. The metal maze once confused her, but now she knows where she’s going even with her eyes closed.

She stepped into a turbolift and pressed the button that leads her to the level where the holding rooms and war rooms are.

“Holding Room A-121,” she muttered to herself in reminder.

Along the way, she exchanged short or curt bows to the crewmen who bothered tipping their hats or saluting to her as a greeting. When she saw the engraved number on the door, she pressed another button to prompt the door open. Before her was the group of Inquisitors around a table, lounging about like schoolchildren. Her entrance silenced their already hushed conversations and she stepped in, hoping to find a spot to sit the farthest from them.

“Oh, look who’s come to join us. The favorite.” chided one of the male Inquisitors.

“Let’s make this quick so we can forget each other’s sorry asses were in the same room.”

The briefing consisted of the locations where they would be dispatched. Holograms reflecting the planets flashed one by one on the podium, head profiles of surviving Jedi flashed after the planets, and Irele squinted her eyes on a particular one that stood out like a sore, red thumb.

“Do you know this one, Irele?” one of the male Inquisitors, the Second Brother, asked Irele. He noticed she looked at this one Jedi rather specially—or so he thinks.

Irele turned her eyes to the Inquisitor and replied with a frosty “No” and then she scanned the other head shots. She studied them, since she didn’t want her not being a Jedi-turned-Inquisitor to be a disadvantage. She’s got as much as grit as the rest of them. After the briefing, she isolated herself in one of the couches, locked herself away deep in thought that the Inquisitors’ chatter was just white noise.

She couldn’t wait to retreat to her bedchambers, where she can have some time of her own, unafraid that her idea and its credit might be stolen by another. Over time, Irele has proven to be the kind who “does their homework,” for instance, she remained in the holding room when everyone else had left—probably starting their leg of the hunt once they’re off the moon—and studied the briefing’s log.

“The Jedi are going to be extra cautious if they discover the Inquisitors are hunting them out,” she spoke under the finger against her lip. “Inquisitors are too obvious to spot. The uniforms are a dead giveaway…”

Her eyes widened at the thought.

“But I won’t!” she gasped.

Before leaving the room, she humored herself with listening to the voice logs of Stormtrooper Commanders during their operation in Zeffo. She switched between data tapes, hoping to find an inkling if it was the best place to start.

Audio Data 03403, plays:

“Most of the ancient relics have been extracted from the tombs after much deep digging. Although the acquisition of these antiques were done at the expense of some of us here. Captain Kane, for instance. Who was tagged as K.I.A. while excavating more of these relics underground when local fauna attacked her and a few men in her team.”

Irele stopped midway and scrolled a new one in the databank. Audio Data 34735 plays:

“I’m starting to have a feeling that our patrols are thinning out…”

“Finally, something interesting,” she commented.

“We don’t have the luxury of deploying new troops while sending injured men to the nearest Star Destroyer or outpost. No thanks to that Jedi that was obviously headed in the same direction as we are.”

The girl’s eyes widened upon hearing the word. Her chest tightened, her heartbeat was slow but the thumping was heavy, she could almost feel it pulse through the skin of her ribs. She anticipated more.

“Though I don’t think he was after the relics. I think he was after only one relic, that I don’t know though. Whatever it is, it’s important. But another important thing is that we need to do our job if we don’t wanna lose it—or worse, our lives.”

She’s heard enough and stopped playing the audio recordings. She clicked her way to the metadata of the file and saw that both recordings were one and two days old respectively. She rushed back to her bedroom to slip into her armor, entering the room startled HY-L33, leaving her stuttering and practically choking on what words to say.

“Miss Irele?”

“Haylee, run me a quick scan. How far are we from Zeffo?”

Without question, the droid obeyed. For a minute or two, she stared with unblinking photoreceptors, the white light behind them was unmoving as a faint whirring ran in her central processing unit.

“Approximately two and a half parsecs away, milady.”

“Too wasteful to use Anathema’s hyperspace. No small carrier armed with hyperspace, but the speed is there.”

The words literally rolled off of Irele’s mouth as she talks to herself until she comes into an epiphany of an idea.

“Come on, Haylee!”

“Coming, Lady Irele.” the droid monotonously cooed but one can sense the urgency she adapted with her mistress.

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Trump’s Russian Laundromat | The New Republic  Without the Russian mafia, it is fair to say, Donald Trump would not be president of the United States. https://newrepublic.com/article/143586/trumps-russian-laundromat-trump-tower-luxury-high-rises-dirty-money-international-crime-syndicate

Tinker, Tailor, Mobster, Trump - PREVAIL by Greg Olear  Mar 31, 2020   When a Confidential Informant is deliberately fucking up the federal government’s response to a pandemic—when his willful negligence will cost hundreds of thousands if not millions of American lives—protocol must be sacrificed for the greater good. Is not the purpose of that law, of all laws, to protect the people from enemies foreign and domestic? And has not the COVID-19 response, or lack thereof, proven Trump to be an active enemy of the United States?   We don’t need more careful legalese. We don’t need more cryptic phrasings along the lines of “If we had had confidence that the president clearly did not commit a crime, we would have said so.” We need to hear, loud and clear, what the FBI knows. We need to be told, unequivocally, that Trump is an inveterate crook—a real crook; an actual criminal; not just a cute Twitter assertion—and, even more surprising, and contrary to all recent evidence, that he is capable of telling the truth when it serves him. / When a Confidential Informant is deliberately fucking up the federal government’s response to a pandemic—when his willful negligence will cost hundreds of thousands if not millions of American lives—protocol must be sacrificed for the greater good. Is not the purpose of that law, of all laws, to protect the people from enemies foreign and domestic? And has not the COVID-19 response, or lack thereof, proven Trump to be an active enemy of the United States?       https://gregolear.substack.com/p/tinker-tailor-mobster-trump  24 Comments  Have you followed Seth Abramson’s Twitter feed, or read Proof of Collusion and Proof of Conspiracy? Much of what he has written echoes your excellent article. Trump being a CI explains why so many promising investigations have surprisingly ended. This piece was written under the expert guidance of Lincoln’s Bible. If you don’t already do so, please follow her on Twitter, and check out her own mafiya reporting at Citjourno.                                                                                           I encourage everyone to read the State of New Jersey Department of Gaming Enforcement investigation report on the allegations against Donald John Trump in the Wayne Barrett book Trump: The Deals and the Downfall.                      The late Bob Levinson was the FBI’s best Russian mob fighter. His Ivankov testimony is also essential reading.

From Trump to tRUmp: How the Mob’s Man Became Putin’s Puppet - PREVAIL by Greg Olear Apr 7, 2020 Previously, I wrote about Trump’s longtime association with the mob, both Italian and Russian, and his almost certain career as a top echelon Confidential Informant for the Justice Department. He is, as I said, “second generation mobbed-up.” Although he is not, and never can be, an actual mobster—a front can never be a member of the family, for obvious reasons—the unscrupulous Trump is an extremely useful asset to his underworld associates, and has been for decades. Front men, after all, are a vital cog in the global crime syndicate machine. That dirty money’s not going to wash itself While the Trump Organization does deals overseas, for most of his career Donald Trump was a stateside operator. The bulk of his revenue is homegrown. As a business professional of my acquaintance who worked for years in Russia colorfully put it: “The thing to remember about Trump is that he’s a venal crook, not some international criminal mastermind. His primary source of wealth, such as it is, comes from a string of golf courses, hotels, and mixed-use office buildings spread around the world, but the corn nuggets in his crown of shit are in the New York metro area and spread across the beaches of Miami-Dade, Palm Beach, and Broward County, Florida.” https://gregolear.substack.com/p/from-trump-to-trump-how-the-mobs                 7 Comments

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This piece was written under the expert guidance of Lincoln’s Bible. If you don’t already do so, please follow her on Twitter, and check out her own mafiya reporting at Citjourno. So much of what we found to support this piece is due to the generous spirit of fellow hunters on Twitter. For example, both the Brad Zackson-Fred Trump connection and the video of Semion at Putin’s first presidential campaign HQ were shared on twitter by a fellow researcher named “Polly Sigh” @dcpoll.     Citizens Journalist Consortium. Citjourno.org

"When I call dotard a "mobster," I'm not being cute.                                              Or provocative. Or jumping on MSM's sudden embrace of what they've always known & obfuscated. NO. I'm bringing U the truth. Donald Trump was born into a front organization of the Genovese crime family. He was theirs from birth.."      Lincoln’s Bible http://www.citjourno.org/

There is a man who controls our President. And his name is not Vladimir Putin

 "It was what we knew about Donald’s history, that NO ONE in the current media was properly covering. Why?" (6 pages)  http://www.citjourno.org/page-1

It's the Money, Honey. p.2

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Donald Trump has extensive financial ties to organized crime. http://www.citjourno.org/timelineint  It’s the story we chose to research with “Poke The Bear,” since none of us were getting this information from news outlets like the NYTimes. How could they not have the goods on the most covered New Yorker in history?

Trump controlled by KGB/Mossad – Part VI | Fitzpatrick Informer https://fitzinfo.net/2020/10/27/trump-controlled-by-kgb-mossad-part-vi/           13 COMMENTS

[doctornolonger]

The Faction Paradox Protocols get a lot more sinister when one considers the implications of Cousin Shuncucker’s existence. Justine wasn’t the first time Godfather Morlock had given someone the Grandfather’s shadow: just before the destruction of the Faction’s homeworld, he evidently pulled the exact same trick on Shuncucker so she could carry the Faction’s legacy as its “last scion”. Except that the shadow drove her completely insane.

When Morlock gave Justine the shadow, he knew what had happened to Shuncucker, so he knew he was probably ruining her life (or at least her sanity). He also knew that the destruction of the Eleven-Day Empire was on its way, and he did nothing to stop it. The Book of the War recounts the story of the first two Faction Paradox audios in the form of Mujun: the Ghost Kingdom, where we hear that Morlock and Godfather Sabbath made a bet over Justine, with Sabbath wagering a gold coin that Morlock would never be able to exploit the girl’s talent.

The scene has a brooding and fatalistic quality, the suggestion being that the [Faction] is about to be overtaken by history. There’s even a suggestion that [Morlock] himself may play a deliberate role in the [Faction]’s eventual downfall, perhaps a hint that he intends to use [Justine] as a mere conduit, a necromantic focus through which he plans to summon the [loa] and recapture the [Faction]’s past glories.

And in the end, Justine did restore House Paradox to its glory: The True History of Faction Paradox shows Justine and Horus dealing with the last of the Faction’s enemies, and in Head of State the future version of Richard Francis Burton mentions that Horus is “the reborn child from whose sacrifice our Faction owes its own rebirth”. So Morlock’s gamble eventually paid off. But Head of State also suggests there’s more to the story: it quotes the Mujun Kingdom stand-in for Morlock(!) saying that “When the Seventh Head speaks, the War shall end, and the true War shall begin…”

[imagines-dreams]

List for the Future - Newton Geiszler

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: violence, war, death, angst a lot of angst

Summary: You and Newt had been together for years. When you get recruited on a mission last minute, it changed both of your lives forever.

Word Count:3725

Newt and you were inseparable.

“I swear, I will die of sweetness,” Gottlieb had told the both of you several times.

You rolled your eyes. “What? You want kisses, too, Herman?”

Newt pulled you into his side. “Why are you offering that?”

You shrugged. “Just cause.” You kissed his nose. “Don’t worry, you’re the only one for me.” You pulled him by his tie and planted your lips right on his.

Newt blushed before closing his eyes and kissing you back. He sighed and kissed you again. He pulled you in by the waist and moaned against your lips.

Dr. Gottlieb threw his calculator on his desk. “I’m done with this nonsense!”

You laughed and pulled away from your boyfriend. Newt gazed at you, trying to form words, but it just came out as stutters. He gave up and tried to focus on his work. That tingling on his lips was distracting, though.

You patted Dr. Gottlieb on the back. “Don’t worry. I’m off. Reports are calling me.” You kissed Newt on the cheek and skipped off. Once you exited the lab, you leaned against the closed doors and smiled. Yes, there was a war. Yes, you have witnessed death before. Yes, you weren’t satisfied, but you had Newt. He made up for everything with his goofy smile and genius plans and predictions. And he was yours. And you were his.

It was more than you could ask for.

The room grew hotter, and you covered your cheeks and mouth to hide the blushing and smiling. If it was like this during the war, how would it be after?

You and Newt had talked about it of course.

You had been sitting on Newt’s cot. Newt had been lying down with his head in your lap as the two of you watched the news.

Newt groaned and turned off the tv. “No more of that.” He gazed up at you. “Have I ever told you how much you mean to me?”

You giggled. You leaned down to kiss his nose. “Many times, genius.”

He averted his gaze as a blush dusted his cheeks and fiddled with his tie.

“Have you ever thought of life after the war?” you asked absentmindedly.

Newt stiffened. “Uh...I mean, maybe. I mean I, of course, had thought about it. I would like to have you in my future.” He paused. Then, he shot up to sit next to you. “I mean, if that doesn’t sound creepy or anything. I mean, I know-”

You laughed and brushed his wild locks out of his eyes.

Newt froze. Then, he sighed and placed his hand over yours.

You gave him a short kiss and rested your forehead against his. “I’ve thought about it.” Blood rushed to your face, and you weren’t sure if Newt was looking at you or a strawberry. “I’ve thought about life after the war. WIth you.” You giggled. You didn’t want to say marriage. That scared people off. But, you have thought about it.

Newt beamed. “I would like that, too. Very much. Yeah, very much, and a small wedding or big.” His eyes widened. “Or none at all. I mean, I don’t mind.” He laughed a little. “I actually have a list of what I want in the future.”

You smiled. “Really? I should do that some time. What’s on your list, Newt?”

He took a deep breath and kissed you. “You.” He kissed you again. “As long as I’m with you, I’ll like life after the war.”

You giggled, and Newt leaned in to kiss you again.

You didn’t notice. What if… What if that wasn’t possible? Life after war and Newt’s list of the future. You stared at your thumbs and gulped.

“(Y/n)?” Newt placed his hand on yours.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “I just… what if one of us-”

He pursed his lips stroked stroked cheek.

“(Y/n),” he whispered, “we can’t-”

“No, no, we do need to talk about this,” you insisted.

Newt’s eyes shimmered with tears, and it made you regret what you said. But, you had to talk about this. You had been with Newt for years, and the war had been going on for more than that. Your friends were either away or dead. You couldn’t help but wonder if that could happen to one of you.

Newt stared at his arm and took off one of the many leather bracelets. “A promise that we'll be together.” He wrapped it around your wrist with shaking hands. When it was finally secure, he smiled.

Even when his smile was small, it still made you feel better. The thoughts of death and war and separation disappeared. You giggled. “I have nothing for you, Newt.” You pursed your lips.

Newt beamed and kissed your forehead. “I have your heart, don’t I?”

You shoved him away with a laugh. “You are too cheesy!” After a pause, you grabbed his tie, pulled him close, and kissed him again. “I love you, my Newton Geiszler.”

“And I,” Newt kissed you, “love you, my (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

The two of you had remained in that position in comfortable silence. Thoughts had floated around in both of your minds, of marriage, of home, of love.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n), please, report to the loading dock. Report to the loading dock, (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

You shook yourself out of your stupor and jogged to the dock. You asked one of the commanding officers where you were supposed to be headed.

Marshall met you in front of a helicopter. “Ms. (Y/l/n), good to see you.”

“What do you need me to do, sir?”

He sighed and said, “This is last minute, but I need a Jaeger pilot.”

Your eyes widened. “I haven’t drifted with anyone for years, sir. WIth all due respect, there must be more experienced pilots.”

“There are not.”

You grit your teeth. What had happened to the other pilots? “Sir, I have no partner to drift with.”

“We’re desperate. They need back-up.”

“I need gear.” You needed to tell Newt. But gear was important, too.

“We have your gear in your new Jaeger.” Marshall almost smiled. “I will inform Dr. Geiszler of your new mission.”

You gulped. “Fine.” You licked your lips. “Wait. Sir?”

“Yes?”

You took off your bracelet and handed it to him. “My promise to Newt that I’ll be back.” Then, you stepped into the helicopter. You were handed a tablet that had your new partner’s information as well as the mission at hand. A lieutenant gave you more details. The location. The status. The monster.

“A double Category four?” you gasped. “Two of them? We’ve had one category three and one four, but this.”

The lieutenant shrugged. “Guess that’s why he wanted the best for the job.”

You gulped. You weren’t the best. You were retired, just helping the base whenever you can and trying to keep Newt sane. You hadn’t been in a Jaeger in years. You were being shoved into one of those with a new partner that you should’ve known for months through training. It was…

Sobs rattled your chest.

No, you were coming back. There were two Jaegers on the ground already. Maybe three could stop the double category four. Yes, three could stop a double category four. You had to.

You rubbed your wrist to make sure it was still there. A part of you was missing.

You shook hands with your partner, a girl built for war. Greta told you that her partner was still in a critical health condition. You two talked a bit. She was a child of two war heroes, and she was continuing their legacy. She didn’t like it at first, but she did it because she knew she had to do something.

You shared your story. Your upbringing, your downfalls, and your successes. Being a Jaeger pilot meant no lies. It would be pointless and just caused more pain when the two Jaeger pilots drifted.

Then, you were drifting with her.

After drifting, you checked your nose. Not bleeding. Your head wasn’t too bad. Your stomach wasn’t coming up your throat. So, you were ok.

“Newt’s a nice guy,” your partner commented with a sly smile.

You blushed. “Yeah.” You licked your lips. “Now, time to kick some ass.”

You and your partner fought with all you could. You fumbled a bit, forgetting a few key actions and controls, but your partner must’ve done this before. She stayed calm and instructed you to do things quite easily. The other Jaegers were a lot of help as well. They used simpler words that you have forgotten and explained complicated plans clearly. You really were thankful. They probably saved your life.

Right as one of the category four’s went down, another appeared, seemingly bursting from the ocean in an unneeded splash of waves accompanying it.

Your brain already ached like you had taken all of your subject’s finals in one day. Too many protocols crashed in your head like equations and acronyms.

Sensing your distress, your partner reminded you with a slight frown. “We can’t retreat.”

“I know.” You grunted. “We have to beat them.”

Meanwhile, Newt was searching for you.

“Dr. Geiszler,” a voice boomed.

Your boyfriend froze. He slowly turned around and greeted grandly, “Marhshall, sir! How are you?”

“Doctor, Ms. (Y/l/n) has left for a mission and will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Newt tilted his head. “With all due respect, Marshall, my girlfriend would’ve told me she’s going out of base. She’s just tricking me and playing hide-”

“I requested that Ms. (Y/l/n) return to her position of a pilot temporarily.” Marshall showed him your bracelet. “She told me to show to you as her promise to come back.”

Newt scrutinized the bracelet. He snatched it from the Marshall’s hands and felt it between his fingers. “No.” He heaved. “Wait a minute, you took a retired pilot and forced her to drift with a stranger? Even I think that’s crazy!” He laughed. “And I know crazy.”

The Marshall stayed stoic. “She knew the risks and took the mission.”

“Then why didn’t she tell me?”

“Because the mission was urgent. She had to leave immediately.”

Newt gripped the bracelet. “How many Kaijus were there?”

“Doctor, that information-’”

“I am one of two scientists that helps figure out what the Kaijus are and what they want. What was her mission, Marshall?!”

“There were two category four’s on scene. One had just been defeated, and another category four appeared.”

Newt’s eyes widened. Kaiju biology and fascination was overcome with fear. You were in a Jaeger with a pilot you met that day with a double category four situation. You gave him back his bracelet… Newt’s voice didn’t shake. “I need to talk with her.”

“Doctor-”

He growled and shouted in the Marshall’s face, “You will not have a Kaiju biologist in this base if I do not speak with my girlfriend!” Newt shivered as the anger was once again replaced by terror. “Sir, please,” he begged.

Marshall nodded. That was all Newt needed to run to the control room. He grabbed the microphone from an unsuspecting soldier. “(Y/n), please, are you there? (Y/n)!”

You heard Newt’s voice through your earpiece. “Newt?” You smiled. “Newt!” You pushed the monster off your armor with a groan. It was getting tiresome.

Newt sighed with relief. “Thank God! (Y/n), I’m going to get your through this, ok? I know those bastards better than-”

A soldier tried to swipe the microphone away.

Newt hissed. “Back off! That’s right, that’s my girlfriend in that Jaeger. Come close and you get-”

“Newt,” you warned. You reached behind your back for the sword, despite the pain that struck your shoulder. “Ready?” you asked your partner.

She winced as she reached behind her back. “Ready.”

The two of you brandished the sword and jumped on the Kaiju. However, the monster swiped the two of you away like flies. You crashed right into the ocean. You felt something crack, like a twig. You screamed.

“(Y/n)!” Newt ran to check your vitals. Both you and your partner were not in good shape. He gulped. “Ok, (Y/n), I need you to not put your weight on your right. Your partner, too. Sorry, what’s your name?”

“Greta,” the two of you responded.

Newt nodded. “Both of you, keep weight off of your right as much as you can.” Newt racked his brain. “Stay in the ocean. The water will take away a bit of your weight. Get the Kaijus to the ocean. Then, fight.” Newt inhaled deeply. “Does anyone have water for crying out loud! I am helping Greta and my girlfriend!”

Even with a broken leg, you laughed. “Newt!”

Right then, the kaiju leapt onto you. You pushed back, but your leg was crumpling under the weight. You reached for the cannon, but it was swatted out of your hands. Your partner swung the sword, but the kaiju decided it was a good meal. “We’re losing weapons!” you shouted.

“Really?” your partner remarked.

You buckled under the kaiju’s weight and fell to the ocean floor.

“(Y/n)!” Newt shouted. “Marshall, don’t they have any other weapons? Rockets? Another secret arm? More cannons? Marshall-”

“They’ve exhausted all of the weapons given,” the Marshall gravely stated.

Newt shook his head. “No, no. (Y/n)!”

“Newt?” you breathed. The suit felt like lead, and you were going down. It felt hard to breathe.

“(Y/n), retreat. Get back to base. Now!”

You pressed your palms against the monster and pushed as hard as you could.

Then, your left side burned. Your eyes widened. “Greta!” You glanced at the woman next to you. She wasn’t moving. “No!” Suddenly, the kaiju felt heavier. You felt like you got shot right in the head. The bad part was you were still alive to feel the burn of the bullet that passed and the hole it left in your brain. With no partner to drift with, the pain you and Greta shared crashed onto you.

Newt looked at your vitals. You were dying. Greta was dead, and the weight was too much for you. “(Y/n), leave the suit now! You’ll have a better chance swimming! Get out!”

You pushed against the kaiju once more. You had a few precious seconds to dismantle the suit that held you to the Jaeger. You unbuckled on thing. You took off one strap.

The kaiju jumped on top of you. Your arm was pinned down, and the other burned. “Newt!” you screamed.

Newt scanned the Jaeger plans and muttered under his breath. There was nothing. No emergency protocols. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. He ran a hand threw his hair, and he desperately tried to pull at its roots. Maybe an idea would pop out and he could save you. “(Y/n), please, you’ve got to try. Please, please.”

You lifted your arm, but the monster banged its head against your arm. Then, it cut the robot right in half.

Everything below your waist went numb. Your legs hung limply from wires. You couldn’t jump or run or even crawl. Water poured into the robot, and it was going towards you. “Newt,” you whispered, “Newt, I love you.”

“No!” Newt shook his head. “No, you are going to get out of this and get back your bracelet and we’re going to live to see the end of this war. We will get married and have kids and pets and visit Hermann and grow old-”

“Newt,” you said softly with a small smile. “I’m sorry. I should’ve-”

You stopped. Then, radio silence turned to static. Newt blinked. He gulped and tried to smile. “(Y/n), come on. You can do this. Come back.” He licked his lips and waited. “(Y/n),” tears dropped from his chin and he quickly wiped his eyes, “come on. I know you’re there.”

Marshall patted Newt’s shoulder. “Doctor-”

Newt slapped his hands off of his shoulder. “Get off of me,” he sneered. “(Y/n)!” he shouted. He looked at your vitals. There was nothing… No heartbeat. No breathing rate. No brain activity. “She disconnected from the Jaeger. That’s why.” Newt nodded and gulped and wound up his tie.

The Marshall opened his mouth.

“No! You do not get to speak. (Y/n)!”

Marshall whispered, “Please, escort Dr. Geiszler to his lab.”

Newt felt arms on his shoulders. He turned back and swatted them away. “Let go of me. I am the only biologist in this base, and I deserve to be here!” When the soldier tried to grab him again, Newt punched him in the chest twice and pushed him away. “Get away from me,” he muttered lowly. He rubbed his bracelet, your bracelet. It was still your bracelet. You were alive. You had to be alive. You had to be-

Two soldiers dragged him out of the room. “No! (Y/n)! Give her back to me! Give her back! I need to tell her! I had plans! I had everything!”

Then, he had nothing.

He had grown tired of screaming and fighting and even experimenting. He sat in the lab while Dr. Hermann Gottlieb tried to work. There was a thick air, full of unsaid things and painful memories. Newt could barely look at the floor, let alone the chair you used to sit in.

“Newton-”

“Don’t, Hermann,” Newt spat. “Don’t.” He stared at your bracelet, his bracelet, as tears slid down his cheeks. He sniffed. His chest shook with silent sobs as he continued to stare. The scientist wanted to stop staring at that damn bracelet, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bare not to look at it. It was yours. The one thing he had from you. He needed to look at it. He needed to make sure you were real, that the love you two shared was real and…

Newt cracked and fell to the ground with a thump. He held onto to his empty dissection table and wailed. His empty chest kept on shaking, and he held his bracelet, your bracelet, tightly in his fist.

Hermann ran to his side, but he wasn’t sure what to do. He awkwardly reached out his hand, but Newt pushed him away. “Don’t,” he cried.

“Newton, (Y/n)-”

Newt sobbed. “Don’t say her name!”

Hermann pursed his lips. He really didn’t know what to do. The mathematician grabbed a blanket and threw it on Newton. Newt didn’t even bother wrapping it around himself, so Hermann did it for him. Newt shook his head and pushed both the blanket and Hermann off. “Stop it.”

“Newton, you are in bad shape.”

“Why does it matter?” Newt whispered. “I don’t deserve. I don’t deserve anything.”

“Don’t be ridiculous-”

“I couldn’t save her!” Newt yelled with puffy eyes and a stuffy nose. “I have Ph.D.’s a-and experience with some of the most terrifying monsters in the universe. I-I graduated from MIT, and I-I got excellent recommendations, and now it means nothing.” Newt jammed his finger into his chest, as if he was trying to pierce flesh or bones. “I couldn’t save the woman I love.”

“You could save the world, Newton. You’re a-”

“She was my world, Hermann! Don’t you get that!” New shrunk back into himself. “I don’t have anything. Not without her.”

Days, weeks, months passed. Newt had been given what was left of your things. A small box with a few photos of family, of the two of you. You had a few trinkets from travelling during the war. You had one medal for defeating a few kaijus way before you were with Newt. Newt was given another medal. One in honor of your death. He didn’t really look at that one that much.

There was no letter. Newt dug through box for some sort of closure. More than a shaky i-love-you and a broken sentence. Marshall told him that you had written a letter, but many things were lost when you stopped piloting Jaegers.

So, Newt searched for the letter. He kicked out the soldier who moved into your room and searched. There was nothing to find. He found one of his ties in the back of your closet. Newt cried for a long time until he couldn’t find any more tears.

Then, Hermann found something. “Newton, I found something.” He handed Newt a folded up piece of paper. “It was taped to your board in the corner. I thought it was yours, but it had better handwriting.”

Newt stared at it. Tears came and silently fell from his cheeks. He wiped them and unfolded the piece of paper.

It wasn’t a letter.

It was a list. He vaguely remembered telling you that he had a list of what he wanted in the future the day he gave you a bracelet. You wanted to make one, and you did. That list had a few things scratched out and erased. It had doodles of his glasses and his tie. His name was on the list. Newton Geiszler. However, what got him the most was the last thing on the list.

Newt’s smile. You wrote those two words as the last thing on your list. You labelled it as the most important thing on your list, indicated by words, arrows, and different colors.

Newt pressed your list to his chest and cried.

Hermann brought over a chair and led Newt to sit.

Newt doubled over, and, and when he saw his tears fall on your list, he wiped it off the paper and dried his eyes. Then, he did something he hadn’t done since you’ve died. He smiled. He laughed. Out of all things to put on your list, from peace and him and marriage and stability and happiness, you thought that the most important thing was his smile.

Newt held up the list to his eyes and beamed. Well, if he couldn’t give you peace, marriage, stability, your happiness, or even life, he could smile and think of you. It would be hard, but if that’s what you really wanted, he would try his damned hardest to do so.

SOOO MUUUCCCHHH ANGST!!!! I love angst. Writing it! I mean! I hope you all enjoy it!

[dzthenerd490]

File: Assassin's Creed - Crystals

SCP: AHM

Code Name: The Crystal Orbs and the Crystal Skulls

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AHM instances that are within Foundation custody are stored in the level 1 containment armory area within Site-AP on the first floor. They are simply guarded by standard Foundation containment cells of 4x4 meters. There are 4 containment cells for the four instances within Foundation custody, all containment cells are side by side. They are each placed on a podium and can only be accessed by Level 4 Clearance staff members entering Site-AP. Any testing is merely to be used to experiment with their communication properties and the way it can potentially be replicated. 

For now, no one under Level 5 Clearance is allowed to access any of the information hidden within SCP-AHM instances. Any attempt to do so will lead to immediate activation of Protocol "Legacy's Downfall", there will be no exceptions.

In the event of a containment Breach the AFA-3 units populating Site-AP are to stand on guard for SCP-AHM as they do with all other SCPs within the first floor of Site-AP. They are to be armed with Foundation laser rifles and standard Foundation pistols each one loaded with different combinations of anomalous bullets. The purpose of this is to be unpredictable while also able to counter any enemy. 

Description: SCP-AHM instances take on the forms of orbs and skulls made of what looks to be crystal but is actually a synthetic translucent metal known as Translucenite. Translucenite is a metal created by Species of Interest: The ISU to be used as the most advanced form of communication without worry of interruption or even disruption of time. It is believed that this same material is contained inside SCP-ABD instances and other ISU artifacts.

It's possible for one to contact someone in the past with an SCP-AHM instance but only if they were holding another SCP-AHM instance at that time. Essentially SCP-AHM instances are the ultimate communication devices that transcend space and time though the only thing they are used for is communication the possibilities are nearly infinite. 

As is standard for ISU artifacts, SCP-AHM is able to hold vast amounts of information within it as well as bits of the previous user's memories. However, SCP-AHM takes it a step further by being able to contain even more knowledge than any other ISU artifact. In basic terms, the average ISU artifact can be considered a book collection, but SCP-AHM instances are more like seemingly endless libraries. It is for this reason that despite just being labeled Object Class Thaumiel they are placed within Site-AP. Each instance holds vast knowledge of ISU technology and history, they cannot be allowed to fall into the wrong hands.

The SCP-AHM instances were discovered in 2008 after a successful raid on a transport truck from Group of Interest: Abstergo Industries. Upon discovering SCP-AHM's limitless possibilities in communication and knowledge it alerted its allies within the Anomalous Correction and Protection Alliance. The Horizon Initiative then revealed it had more SCP-AHM instances that it had taken form its recent purging of traitors who were spies of the Templars. Afterwards SCP-AHM instances were distributed among the organizations of the ACPA until the Foundation was left with only four. 

SCP-AHM instances are to only be used in communication during dire situations. Until then, the Foundation conducts experiments to replicate and even improve the technology. The hope is that with the technology, the ACPA could finally expand beyond the solar system without worry and quite possibly make contact with [data expunged]. Time and space will no longer be an issue allowing humanity to expand anywhere when the time is right. 

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[stephenlibbyy]

Switch stacking for campus design: There’s a better way

We often receive the following campus design question: “do you support switch stacking?” This is a fair question, as many of the legacy vendors have promoted stacking designs for the past decade. It’s popular enough that people ask for it, so we must support it, right?

Well, the popular option isn’t always the best one, and switch stacking designs are a very good example of that philosophy. So when people ask if we support stacking, we think to ourselves “heck, no” before politely telling them that we do not because better options exist.

“Perfection is attained, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing more to take away.”

At Cumulus Networks, we believe that simplicity is the corner-stone of network design.

Or, to say it another way, complex designs fail in complex ways (shoutout to Eric Pulvino for that quote!). Our former Chief Scientist, Dinesh Dutt, gave an excellent explanation around the importance of simple building blocks in his Tech Field Day 9 Presentation (6min 50 seconds in).

Let’s address a little history on switch stacking and then break down the major technical downfalls of a stacking design, the stacking protocol itself, and then compare and contrast that design with Cumulus’ preferred alternative.

Why do switch stacks exist?

For stacks to exist at all, there must have been a problem (or problems) that wasn’t being solved by existing technologies… some missing piece or pain that wasn’t being addressed which forced the ire of customers and the invention of a new management technology. And indeed there were numerous problems that stacks were created to address — however, as we’ll see, these problems are old problems that are all solved today in much more appropriate ways that don’t require the use of a switch stack.

Too many boxes to manage

25-30 years ago all networks were collections of single small standalone switches. Customers’ networks were a bit smaller then, due to the relatively limited sprawl and high price of compute, but the networks themselves were comprised of a lot of simple switches. While functional, it was also painful to drive. Each switch needed to be managed individually, which required a whole lot of network admins and keyboard time (And that’s all you had back then. More switches always meant more keyboards and network admins. There was essentially a linear relationship between switches and people (15:1) to manage the switches). As a result of this trend, it was customers that drove the big networking vendors of the day to build bigger boxes so customers could own fewer, but bigger and more dense switches and they could lessen their administrative burden and headcount.

ASIC hardware limitations — Making lemonade switchstacks with lemons

When switch stacks and chassis systems were invented back in the 90’s, the availability and capability of switching ASICs themselves was very different from what exists today. At that time, you had the entire 6500 Chassis with the SUP32, which had 32Gbps of forwarding capacity. If you wanted lots of density you HAD to have lots of ASICs. There simply were no single ASICs that had the capability to handle aggregated density at the access layer. To address customer demands for density, vendors essentially had to link multiple ASICs to build switch stacks and chassis systems.

What has changed?

Firstly, the software. Today we have new tools to handle the problem of configuration management. Specifically, purpose-built automation and configuration management tools. These tools allow companies like Google to operate with efficiencies of 1 person managing 40,000 servers (40000:1). With the same Linux operating model in Cumulus as you have in the server paradigm, we see folks achieving higher efficiencies today within our customer base.

Secondly the hardware, now we have products like the Tomahawk 3 ASIC with 12.8Tbps of forwarding capacity in a single switch. A single ASIC that could terminate (128) 100Gb ports or (12800) 1Gb ports if you could somehow handle the breakouts. Those same hardware drivers for stacks are no longer relevant.

The primary driver for switch stacks continues to be “simplified” management but we do not believe the goal of simplified management has ever been consistently delivered and a high price has been paid in search of the goal when you consider the tens of thousands of lines of extra code and software complexity that has been introduced into the network in search of it.

Stacking management plane

The management plane of a networking stack is where a lot of the complexity is hidden. A stacking protocol will span and synchronize the management planes of multiple switches into a single, logical switch.

Often, this requires that each switch must be running the same version of code. It also requires that each switch must be from the same vendor, and often the same model or same family, as the other members of the stack. This can limit your options on the speeds and feeds, and it sometimes involves forcing code upgrades that may not be warranted.

The upgrade process is where a lot of the stress of managing a stack comes into play. The underlying philosophy is that there will be a rolling upgrade across all of the stack members. This is accomplished by an ISSU (in-software service upgrade) across the stack that will gracefully reboot line cards, followed by routing engine cards, all without interrupting traffic on upgraded, and stack members that are ready to be upgraded, all while not losing connectivity to the stack’s management IP address.

That’s what is supposed to happen. But if we’re serious, is that what we see happen in our real-world experience? Of course not. Sadly, the reality is that this upgrade process is far more complicated, stress-inducing and rarely occurs the way the marketing flyer told us it would.

In a past life, I accepted that this was just how things were done, folded my hands in prayer and often rebooted all of the stack members at the same time, hoping that I had enough console cables in case something went horribly wrong.  Ask any seasoned engineer who has worked on stacking products if their customers wanted them on-site during these upgrades? You will often get a shoulder shrug and an acknowledgement that this was just part of the job.

Surely, you think to yourself, there must be an easier way! And that’s exactly why Cumulus Networks chooses to support alternate designs over stacking. Why support a design that’s such a needlessly complicated hassle just because it’s popular, when more appropriate solutions exist?

So, what’s the alternative to switch stacking? We believe that the way around the complexity of a stacking protocol shared management plane, running the same version of code and ISSU, is to jettison the complexity and run each switch as an independent actor.

Let’s take a deeper dive into what we recommend:

  There are two designs that we would recommend with this physical topology. First, you could do a complete L3 design. In this design, each IDF would announce locally attached VLANs via OSPF or BGP. The IDFs would have routed, ECMP-capable connections back to the MDF. Each MDF would then receive a default route from an upstream connection and pass along the routing updates from the downstream IDF switches.

The other design would be a mix of L3 and L2. In this design, each of the IDF switches would be independent; they are connected with an LACP connection back to a pair of MDF switches that are running CLAG/Multi-Chassis LAG for L2 redundancy. The gateways are advertised from the MDF using VRR for L3 redundancy.

In terms of managing both designs, we would recommend a network automation tool, such as Ansible, to configure all of the IDF and MDF ports. An Ansible playbook would be the single point of management for all of the switches. That way, you don’t have to configure either design in a box-by-box manner.

In the Cumulus designs, a single IDF switch will not bring down the other IDF connections. Each switch can run different versions of code independent of the other switches, and be rebooted without an adverse effect to the IDF and the MDF.

A hidden benefit of this design is that, not only will this provide stability, but it will also give you options that you did not have before. For example, one can run any vendor switch in each IDF — this gives you the option of what speeds and feeds you want to provide to your end users or to compute nodes.

Hopefully, if there’s one helpful bit of advice you take away from this, it’s to not go along with something just because it’s popular — always be on the lookout for innovation! Speaking of innovation, if this blog post has you interested in leveraging automation to eliminate box-by-box configuration, we’ve got just the podcast for you. Tune into episode one of Kernel of Truth, a Cumulus Networks podcast, for an in depth discussion of how incorporating automation into your skillset can optimize your network and bolster your career goals. Happy listening!

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[notfinebutfine]

I like you so much I want to run away already!

Lately, with the much needed encouragement from Brian, my psychotherapist extraordinaire, I tried a hand at dating. Primary purpose aside I think Brian wanted to rule out a case of man-hatred and sentimental anorexia, whereby I'd be too scared to be close to another human being.

I signed up for a dating site with the newspaper I read the most. This was a deliberate move on my part as similar newspaper readership meant that we'd share similar views (which turned out not to be the case. We've already identified our "flaws". A. votes Tory, I read Fitzgerald). I made significant effort to be proactive and approached more than I was approached. My aim was to actually chose a partner rather than passively accept someone's advances.

I saw a picture of handsome A. and typed up an awkwardly worded message, something along the lines of "I have no idea of what I am doing. But I like your profile is it okay. What's the protocol?" Yeah, I know. Might as well be written by the bard himself!

Correspondence ensued and we went on some dates. A. even came to find me in Kent, which I appreciated tremendously! He shared his stories and I marvelled at how endearingly human that made him to me. I shared some of mine. Somehow I felt that disclosing all might overwhelm him and that the darkness within me will contaminate this wonderful person I met. My childhood, my failed marriage, my pain of losing a baby and a subsequent lost pregnancy, my devil-may-care attitude when I wielded the axe of destruction on the only good relationship I had, my poor choice of partners and string of abusive relationships. A torrent of tenebrous past events that I couldn't disclose for the fear of revealing my ugly legacy. Would he like me if he knew how broken I am? Will he try to redeem me? Do I need redemption? Will he be repulsed? Will he understand me? Will telling him all this be premature? When is it acceptable even? what is the magical number of dates when the fable princess turns into a frog?

The hefty self-imposed damnation reared it's ugly head once more. The ghost of perdition telling me I don't deserve the good and the sane. In my head I replayed a thousand and one rejection scenarios. The budding start of affection is almost too painful to bear. The time that's supposed to bring ecstasy, to me heralds agonising pain. For the measure of love to me is loss. That's why subconsciously I have always sought non-relationships with likeminded wounded individuals. It's a failsafe defence mechanism - you can't lose what you don't have. To self-disclose equates to leaving yourself at other's mercy. And we are oh so scared to hear this person say "I see you now. And I don't like what I see".

Boy do I want to leg it! And that's exactly why I am not going to!

Observant followers might retort "Wait a minute, didn't you previously mention that co-dependents' downfall is to ignore the red flags?". And the straightforward answer to this is "Yes!". There is a world of difference between the Red Flags we ignore and that come to light when bitter and disillusioned we recall those in hindsight. Sleepwalking past those ill-omens is easy, because the path they stud as a familiar and well-walked path. What I am experiencing at the moment is a full blown red alert with a megaphone screaming "This is not a drill! Evacuate immediately!". This is how I know I'm on a path least walked. This (among other reasons) is why I will walk it.

x

Alex

[dzthenerd490]

File: Assassin's Creed - Crescent Amulet

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Warning! The following is to only be seen by administrators and O5 council members. If you are not of Level 5 Clearance, you will be exterminated by order of the O5 council!

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SCP#: AGS

Code Name: The Crescent Amulet

Object Class: Anticipi

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AGS is to be sent to Site-AP and locked within the Level 4 Emergency Armory. The armory locked behind advanced and experimental containment locks and security measures to ensure no one without the passcode identification can pass through. The armory is to only be opened when a worst-case K Class Apocolyptic Scenario event occurs. As such anyone who accesses SCP-AGS when no such event has occurred or without the proper clearance, they are to be targeted with Protocol Legacy's Downfall, there will be no exceptions.

Description: SCP-AGS is a crescent shaped amulet made by Species of Interest: The ISU. the amulet has the same anomalous ability as most ISU technology does which is to control the minds of everyone except those with [data expunged] status. However, SCP-AGS is a specialized item belonging to the ISU, so it is in possession of several other anomalous abilities. 

Such anomalous abilities include: 

- Necromancy - SCP-AGS allows the user to heal all wounds even fatal wounds to bring even the dead back to life. However, if someone has been dead for 72 hours or longer than the body will be possessed by energy of the SCP-AGS and not the original soul. These undead corpses will obey the user of SCP-AGS until they are destroyed. The user is able to summon at least [data expunged] of these undead corpses though possibly more. 

- Illusion projection - SCP-AGS can project illusions into the mind of anyone who is able to be under the influence of mind control. Such illusions can affect all five of the senses quite easily and without restrictions. Though the limit is that only five people at a time can be subjected to these illusions and it must be the same illusion for all of them. 

- Holographic projection - SCP-AGS can project 3D holograms of anything the user desires weather it be data, recordings caught form SCP-AGS's memory of previous users, or anything else from the current SCP-AGS user's memory or even their imagination. 

- Accelerate learning - The wearer of SCP-AGS is able to process information at an accelerated pace and can retail all memories of what they learned while wearing SCP-AGS. SCP-AGS essentially turns the user's brain into a computer able to not only think fast but able to make their own calculations and think up simulated experiments like a computer can with the same if not more effective accuracy. They'll be able to remember, learn, and think with perfect speed, clarity, and efficiently. 

- Immunity to Stalking - SCP-AGS prevents anyone, and anything form watching them from far distances. This includes usage of telescope or similar tool, satellite cameras, magic, thaumaturgic rituals, metaphysical means, recordings, use of anomalous senses, thaumaturgic technology, para technology, and other anomalous means. All attempts either lead to malfunction, pain in the viewer's eyes, and/or the complete erase of memories of viewing in the first place. 

SCP-AGS was discovered in 2020 after it was retrieved in the mission when Mobile Task Force Athena-1 "Assassin's Creed" came into conflict with Group of Interest: The Valravn Corporation over a shipment of anomalous items owned by Group of Interest: Abstergo Industries. Thankfully Captain Alexia and her team managed to take the entirety of the shipment including SCP-AGS with minimal casualties. Surprising since they had to fight against both Groups of Interest at the time. Please see Action Report: Assassins vs Vikings for details. 

Because SCP-AGS was deemed dangerous a majority of the Foundation agreed it should be locked away in Site-AP until such time as it is needed like an K Class Apocalyptic Scenario. 

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[dzthenerd490]

File: Village of the Damned

SCP#: AZJ

Code Name: The Fallen Angel among the Hell Spawns/ David McGowan

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: As sort of reward for not acting like the other anomalous children while they were alive, SCP-AZJ is allowed to live with [data expunged] and living like a normal human. Afterwards the Foundation will have a non-Foundation associated assassin kill [data expunged]. Afterwards Foundation agents will "save" and take custody of SCP-AZJ once he reaches the age of 12. SCP-AZJ must never be made aware of this. 

Update 1999 - SCP-AZJ is now in Foundation custody and has been transported to Site-AM while being under watch with Foundation staff that are equipped with anti-telepathic gear. He has been given a 16x16 meter room and is to be given basic furniture, toys, games, and books he desires. SCP-AZJ is also allowed to wander around Site-AM at any time he desires with the typical restrictions of any other human and humanoid anomalies at Site-AM. Under no circumstances are Foundation staff to think about or discuss the death of SCP-AZJ's guardian, mistreat SCP-AZJ in any way, or perform experiments on SCP-AZJ without expressed approval of the Ethics Committe. Failure to do so will lead to the ultimate punishment invoked by Protocol "Legacy's Downfall". 

Instead, Foundation staff are to treat SCP-AZJ with utmost respect and compassion, Dr. Talic has been assigned as SCP-AZJ's therapist to help him get used to the Foundation and its staff. 

Update 2008 - SCP-AZJ is now 21 years old and is to be recognized as David McGowan, any Foundation staff that refuses to do so will be reprimanded via Level Clearance decreases by a single level. Said punishment will increase if the punished Foundation staff member refuses to change their behavior towards SCP-AZJ. 

The AED has concluded that SCP-AZJ's good personality and compassion towards humanity has made him a worthy candidate for Mobile Task Force Apha-1 "Last Hope". Agent McGee has personally volunteered to help train SCP-AZJ to be ready for MTF Alpha-1.

Update 2013 - SCP-AZJ is now 26 years old and is to be recognized as the newest member of MTF Alpha-1. His containment procedures have not changed but instead he is now to be recognized by Foundation staff as Agent McGowan. 

Description: SCP-AZJ is the last living member of an alien species that implanted itself into the wombs of human women so that humanity wouldn't suspect them until it was too late. The progenitors of SCP-AZJ are unknown but what is known is that all the children that were the same as SCP-AZJ all shared the characteristics of pale skin, white hair, cobalt eyes, and an anomalously high intellect. 

SCP-AZJ is able to use a sort of telekinesis to manipulate the minds of anyone who has direct eye contact with him. Testing with D Class has shown that there's no way to resist this or at least not forever. Two particular cases happened where one D Class tried resisting by picturing a wall and another tried imagining random things to throw SCP-AZJ off focus. Both only managed to resist his control for a maximum of 5 minutes, afterwards SCP-AZJ forced them to kill themselves. The only limitations SCP-AZJ has is what he can force others to do is based on what they are currently capable off. He is unable to levitate or manipulate objects with his mind, instead he must manipulate living things to do his bidding. Other than his strange characteristics and anomalous abilities SCP-AZJ is no different to a human in appearance. However, X-Ray scans show that though his skeletal structure is human his muscle structure is completely alien showing no resemblance to human or any muscle structure to any species the Foundation is familiar with. 

For whatever reason in 1995 all over the world a single town, village, or city in every country of the world suffered a massive blackout where everyone suddenly fell asleep. After they woke up ten random women in the town would become pregnant the intended target are always women who are able to get pregnant but haven't had intercourse as of late and thus are not pregnant. Of the ten women five gave birth to girls and five gave birth to boys. It's been theorized that this was meant to be the first step of a global invasion that would lead to a SK Class Dominance Shift Scenario. This would have actually worked if most of the instances weren't killed off by scared civilians almost instantly. 

SCP-AZJ and his fellow American instances were the only ones to survive this purge, meaning either the aliens that created SCP-AZJ and his kin didn't know the full violent and unpredictable nature of humanity, or the aliens were just stupid enough to actually think their plan was already flawless. SCP-AZJ's American kin ended up wiping out most of their small town of [data expunged]. It's unknown how exactly it happened but SCP-AZJ's kin were all killed in an explosion according to Foundation satellites which was what allowed Foundation observation staff to discover SCP-AZJ back in 1995. Upon his discover it was found that [data expunged] saved SCP-AZJ and took him to [data expunged] to raise him on her own. That when the O5 Council and the Ethics Commitee came up with an elaborate plan to have SCP-AZJ eventually captured by the Foundation but not before living like a normal human and develop human emotions and compassion naturally. 

The O5 Council and the Ethics Commitee is aware that if SCP-AZJ ever finds out the truth he could use his powers to rip a significant portion of the Foundation apart before he is contained or terminated. As such all who are involved in the incident are to either be amnestied or never interact with SCP-AZJ.

"Fucking hell, having a kid live with his mother only to kill her and act like we're his new guardian angels. Worst off the Ethics Commitee actually had the audacity to help, what the hell with those faceless bastards get away with next?" -MTF High Commander Parker.

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[dzthenerd490]

File: Assassin's Creed - Spear of Leonidas

Warning! The following is to only be seen by O5 council members and Administrative Staff. If you are not of Level 5 Clearance, you will be exterminated by order of the O5 council!

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SCP#: ABP

Code Name: Spear of Leonidas

Object Class: Al'amal Al'akhiru

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-ABP is to be contained at Site-AP, a Fallout site for K Class Apocalyptic Scenarios. It is to be stored in the emergency armory located in level 5, the lowest and most secure level of the Site. Within the armory, SCP-ABP is locked in a weapon case with explosive, elemental, and experimental dimensional protection plating. The case can only be opened with biometric scanners that only recognize Level 5 and Level 6 Foundation Clearance Staff. The armory and by extension the Site is to only be opened when a K Class Apocalyptic Scenario event occurs. As such anyone who even tries to enter Site-AP when no such event has occurred or without the proper clearance, they are to be targeted under Protocol "Legacy's Downfall", there will be no exceptions.

Description: SCP-ABP was originally a spear with a broken staff but was upgraded back in 451 BC with technology from Species of Interest: The ISU. The upgrades were done by Person of Interest: Kasandra and resulted in SCP-ABP having numerous anomalous abilities including:

- Increased Strength of User.

- Increased Speed of User.

- Instant Vitality and Health Regeneration of User.

- Coating itself and the User's Secondary Weapons with Poison.

- Coating itself and the User's Secondary Weapons with Fire.

- Giving Projectile Weapons such as Arrows and Bullets of the User increased speed, accuracy, and power.

- Turn Itself and User Invisible.

- Gives User the Ability to see Past Events.

- Allows User to see all 360 Degrees around them.

- Increases Dodging, Movement, and Overall Agility of User.

- Allows User to Manipulate the Weather to a Limited Degree.

Because SCP-ABP is made with ISU technology it can increase in power as it bonds with its user and of course collect the memories of those who use it. With this in mind, MTF Commander Garret Kite of Mobile Task Force Omega-45 "Street Samurai" was originally to be given SCP-ABP. However, this was denied by the O5 Council as it's a weapon powerful enough to turn anyone into a Keter Class threat if used incorrectly even by accident. Instead, it was agreed that SCP-ABP should be stored in the armory of Site-AP. Site-AP is an emergency Fallout Site for a scenario where earth face an overwhelming threat. It is the ultimate fallout shelter built to ensure the Foundation's survival. Created with the strongest and most powerful natural and anomalous materials in the world and enhanced with anomalous items that prevent any kind of threat from infiltrating the Site.

SCP-ABP was discovered in 2018 during a successful expedition of one of the ISU vaults without the assistance of MTF Athena-1. This area was declared high priority by the O5 Council after reviewing several archives surrendered by the Assassins Creed before the dissolving of their group. This is where the Foundation encountered Person of Interest: Kassandra who died after surrendering SCP-[data expunged by order of the O5 Council] along with SCP-ABP. Foundation researchers who had been studying ISU tech were able to quickly discover the power SCP-ABP possessed through archives and testing. It was agreed it’s best members of MTF Athena-1 are not to be made aware SCP-ABP is in Foundation custody.

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