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[SCP] ECHELON TEAM
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Commander Frost stands stooped over a laptop computer perched on the edge of the table as you walk in. He looks up and frowns. “Well, at least you can follow basic orders. Sit down,” he says as he points to the chairs arranged around the table, each with another folder laid out in front of it. “Read through those quickly, I want to get this over with.” You sit and flip open the folder.
SCP DEREGULATED EXCURSION TEAM (DRET) E-114-2
CODENAME “ECHELON”
EXCURSION MISSION BRIEFING
FOR LEVEL 2 AND HIGHER EYES ONLY
MISSION: TO INVESTIGATE REPORTS OF A POSSIBLE EUCLID-CLASS OBJECT, SECURE IT IF IT EXISTS AND IS TRANSPORTABLE, AND RETURN TO KESTREL BASE WITH OBJECT IN SAFE CONTAINMENT.
DESCRIPTION: WE HAVE RECEIVED REPORTS OF A LARGE POWER DRAIN CONTAINED WITHIN A 10-STORY APARTMENT BUILDING IN NEW YORK CITY. RESIDENTS HAVE COMPLAINED OF UNRELIABLE ELECTRICAL, PHONE AND INTERNET SERVICE, DESPITE NUMEROUS WORKMEN CHECKS TO THE CONTRARY. A PRELIMINARY RECON OF THE PREMISES SHOWS A LARGE AMOUNT OF ELECTRICITY IS BEING DEVOTED TO A SINGLE APARTMENT ON THE FIFTH FLOOR, APARTMENT 28. OUR RECON ALSO SHOWS THAT MASSIVE DATA TRANSFERS ARE BEING DONE FROM THE BUILDING'S INTEGRATED WI-FI NETWORK INTO NEARBY OFFICE'S NETWORKS, ALTHOUGH THE FILES TRANSFERRED ARE HEAVILY ENCRYPTED AND CODED TO SELF-DESTRUCT UPON DECRYPTION. ECHELON TEAM WILL BE AIRLIFTED TO JOHN F. KENNEDY AIRPORT AT 1400 HOURS, WHERE THEY WILL THEN BE TRANSPORTED TO THE APARTMENT BUILDING VIA FOUNDATION CIVILIAN-CLASS VEHICLES.
MISSION CLASSIFICATION: THIS IS A LIMITED EXCURSION. NO EXTRA WEAPONRY OR COMBAT EQUIPMENT WILL BE ISSUED, DUE TO THE SENSITIVE NATURE OF THE SURROUNDING ENVIRONMENT. WE ARE OPERATING UNDER VERY TIGHT RESTRICTIONS FROM THE STATE OF NEW YORK AND E-114-2 IS AN ENTIRELY DENIABLE OPERATION, SO BE AWARE THAT YOUR ACTIONS WILL NOT BE SUPPORTED BY ANY GOVERNMENT.
EQUIPMENT: PLEASE HAVE THE TECHNICAL SUPPORT STAFF RESOURCE MANAGER SPEAK TO THE BASE QUARTERMASTER FOR SPECIFIC EQUIPMENT ALLOCATIONS.
“Alright, so this is it. I didn't want to throw you into an assignment your first day on the job, but those higher up think that this team requires a trial-by-fire approach and who am I to argue?” He clicks something on his laptop screen and a projector suddenly flares to life as the room's lights dim.
“This is the building you will be investigating. It's a bit run down, but it does have a rudimentary security system and a guard who watches the main entrance for most of the day. We have not been able to procure you law enforcement disguises, so you'll have to find some other way to infiltrate the building. After you find a way in, proceed to apartment 28 on the fifth floor and enter it. A low-profile approach is recommended, although if needed we can divert any police investigation for an hour or so. After entering the the apartment, find the source of the anomalous power drain and have the research team identify it and secure it. If it can be safely transported by your team, pack it up and extract to the ground vehicles. Otherwise, call in support and then extract yourselves.”
He looks up and down the table before continuing. “We also have reason to believe that there may be at least one occupant living in the apartment. I would again recommend a low-profile, preferably non-lethal approach.” He stands. “That will be all. If you didn't notice on the way in, the labs, weapon testing ranges, and gym are now open. When you are all ready to proceed with you mission, report in to the staging area at the end of the hall you entered last night. Good luck, everyone.”
ECHELON TEAM RESEARCH CADRE:
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ECHELON TEAM TECHNICAL SUPPORT STAFF:
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The flight passes without notice, the night sky slowly receding to black as the plane heads away from civilization’s light. Eventually all you can see from the tiny porthole window is an endless expanse of dark country trailing into the night. The other passengers awkwardly shift in their seats, silently awaiting their destination as those on death row might await their appointed day. You lean back in your seat, suddenly tired. You notice sleepily that the others are also beginning to slump. You slip into drugged unconsciousness.
You’re awoken by the sharp, militaristic shouts of soldiers as armed men hustle your drowsy compatriots from their seats. You’re roughly picked up and shoved from the plane, stumbling down the cargo ramp into the harsh glare of huge halogen spotlights. A cool breeze ruffles your hair, but otherwise you have no idea where your plane landed. Five black trucks sit growling on the tarmac, surrounded by black Humvees and Bradley AFVs. You’re loaded into these trucks and then driven into a hanger and then, apparently, down a ramp into a tunnel of some kind. After about ten minutes, the trucks shudder to a halt and the soldiers in each truck hustle you out. You’re now in some kind of underground warehouse (you imagine, anyway), lit by the cold light of long fluorescent tubes hung bare from the high ceiling. White-coated lab technicians await you, clipboards ready. Your evaluation has
begun.
Profile Creation:
Echelon Team Briefing:
After you zip up, you enter a series of physical and mental examinations where doctors check your pulse, your musculature, everything, essentially. You even step through something that looks like a miniature MRI machine. Eventually, after you've been thoroughly prodded, needled, and probed, you exit the warehouse into a sort of large, comfortable lobby, which is in stark contrast to the cold alien feel that the warehouse had. There is coffee and light breakfast foods on a sidebar, but it doesn't look like anyone is very hungry. Suddenly, the room's lights dim and a movie begins to be projected on one wall. It explains the nature of the organization that you now work for and its history. It shows examples of some of the objects that it has acquired and then examples of what those objects, when in the wrong hands, can do. Somebody is noisily sick in a corner. "Welcome to SCP. Serve, contain, and protect: remember those three words," the man on the screen says before the projector goes dark. As the lights go on, you think about mingling with your fellow recruits, but you're suddenly grabbed by the arm and pulled from the lobby into a much smaller meeting room. A stern-looking man waits there with nine other new employees, all of whom look as confused as you feel. He explains Echelon Team's mission to you and then hands you another thin folder. FOR LEVEL 2 AND HIGHER EYES ONLY it says on the cover. "Each of those folders contains your squad's dossier and your specific sub-cell's dossier as well," the man says. "When they refer to Echelon Team's commander, that's me. I'm Commander Frost. I'd say nice to meet you, but I don't think getting friendly is a good idea with you people."
You open the folder.
You look up from the folder at Commander Frost. He is sitting, staring into space and waiting for the ten of you to finish reading. As the others close their folder's covers, he suddenly snaps back to attention and looks at everyone. "Still here? Get out. Go down that hall, your dorms are on the right side, separate from the others. You get your own labs, testing ranges, everything. You'll get a series of dossiers over the next couple of days that will tell you everything. Now go." You stumble out of the meeting room and into the musty smell of a disused hallway. It's well-lit, but that doesn't keep the feeling of being in a place undisturbed for some time away. Your group awkwardly shifts in their new shoes. Further down the hallway a lit doorway indicates the dorms, but the intersection at the end of the hall is pitch dark. Now what?
is this a thing
what is this I wanna know
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not sure if I'd make a decent character
Age: 42
Sex: M
Height: 6'0
Personal History: Dr. Plum was an outstanding graduate from a prestigious university. Or, that's what his records say, at least. He can't actually seem to remember anything about his past, because he can't seem to remember anything ever. What is known about him is that he grew up in England, and apparently lost his brother to a brutal murder. Rumors swirl that he might have been the killer. Not that he'd remember that, of course.
Defining Characteristics: As stated above, Dr. Plum is somewhat forgetful, though he is quite able when he needs to be. He always wears thick glasses, and is virtually blind without them. He's often found wandering around random areas, muttering aimlessly to himself. His agreeable nature makes him liked by his students and younger folk in general, so he's often considered to be somewhat of a mentor. Since he's not good with names, he tends to give these people affectionate nicknames. He's generally quite relaxed, even under harsh circumstances, unless he loses his glasses. If he drops them, he tends to panic. He also loves to read mystery novels, and is always found with one on his person.
* Age: 32
* Sex: M
* Height: 183cm
* Weight: 72.5 kg
* Personal history: --PLEASE CONTACT LOCAL FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION OFFICE--
* Defining characteristics: strong-willed, obsessive over mysteries, quick to shoot, lazy
* Prior convictions, if any:
7 counts Assault with a deadly weapon*
3 counts 2nd Degree Murder*
15 counts possession of illegal firearm*
12 counts breaking and entering*
1 count of urinating on officers vehicle
--FBI ADDENDUM--
actions expunged marked with asterisk
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0
Weight: 140
Personal History: Scientist, trained in Biochemistry and Biology. Initially attended Med. School, but dropped out due to lack of experimental freedom. Later decided to obtain aa Ph.D (sponsoring University unknown) which would allow him to engage in unusual research.
Currently, he runs a research lab out of his home and self-publishes his work in a journal that he created several months ago. He is currently investigating various pathogens and conditions which the NIH has so far refused to recognize. Prior to this work, he was traveling to various pig farms during the Swine Flu breakouts. He became infected during these travels.
He called his quick recovery from the disease "a disappointment", and further expressed a preference for avian flu.
Defining traits: An extreme passion for science and all related endeavors. Hatred of boredom, which generally causes him to engage in new, potentially dangerous, experimentation. Extreme interest in disease, to the point where he will frequently seek out epidemics and outbreaks of rare or dangerous diseases. Although he has fallen ill several times during his research, he has recovered well (though he has been close to death on several occasions). Possesses a recurring cough.
Prior Convictions: None in this region.
maybe
Tegan and Sara Appreciation Station | LOOKS GOOD! | Fancy Cat Moustache! :{3
this should be an acronym
IWTDTBSAK
8-)
do it
I'm just as clueless as you are
Can that be my power? Not knowing how it works?
is it cool?
Secret Satan Click This!
Being clueless about what's going on would actually be a neat character concept.
as per usual
considering the setting
it would be
don't care
SPOLER
Tegan and Sara Appreciation Station | LOOKS GOOD! | Fancy Cat Moustache! :{3
how would a dude who can't remember shit become a class 4
even some of the really good doctors are only class 2
Iceberg for example
hands up
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Age: 23
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 152 lb.
Personal history: A habitual liar with no clear consistent identity and no persistent records, Perry Earnest (presumably an assumed name) has been IDed up and down both coasts of the United States, generally running some form of con game. He claims to be trained in the use of a number of forms of weaponry, although these claims have never been confirmed, and has convinced several state and local officers of the law that he in fact outranks them, despite a lack of any clear credentials with regards to his claims.
Perry has provided the following "backstories" for his life at varying points in time. While all have been connected to him, no conclusive evidence can be made regarding the veracity of any one of them:
1: Born to a poor white family in rural Pennsylvania, Perry grew up primarily on a farm and only managed to get away from the rural life when he got a scholarship to Roger Williams. As a young man he was well built and considerably stockier, and renowned on the farm as a pugilist, but when money got tight during college, he ended up becoming anorexic for a number of years, a habit which he has recently broken. He was attending college for a degree in the sciences, although undecided as to what degree he would actually be obtaining, and dropped out partway through his sophomore year, at which point he moved to Washington D.C., where he engaged in some form of organized crime, although the actual details of what he was doing are hazy.
2: Born to a wealthy California lawyer and his secretary, Perry was raised in secret to avoid drawing the attention of the lawyer's wife. However, he still had the best care available to him, and was preferred by his father to all of the children he'd had within the confines of his marriage. It was due to this that Perry ended up attending law school, masquerading under an intern sponsorship program through his father's law office to prevent anyone from becoming suspicious. Perry studied fencing and judo at school, got heavily involved in student government, joined a community service fraternity, and graduated with a bachelor's in legal studies summa cum laude. He was supposed to be attending law school following his graduation, but mysteriously disappeared.
3: Raised by a middle class family in northeastern Massachusetts, Perry was actually adopted from a family that could not afford to keep him. His adoptive father slowly descended into alcoholism throughout the course of his childhood, leading him to become closer and closer to his adoptive mother. When his adoptive father attempted to batter his adoptive mother, he defended her, breaking his adoptive father's nose and shattering both the bones of his forearm with a decorative lamp. At this point he was kicked out of the house, and attended a police training academy on funds unknown, where he slipped through all sorts of training without any legal identity required. Partway through the course, he disappeared, removing with him a great deal of police equipment, including contraband that was evidence for ongoing cases. His adoptive father was later found dead with a heroin needle sticking out of his arm, overdosed.
While all of these stories do have actual connections to police records and governmental files, none of them can specifically be traced back to Peregrine Earnest, nor can they necessarily be connected between one another.
Defining characteristics: Handsome, but otherwise average looking thin male of Anglo-Saxon descent. Addictive personality, currently appears to addicted to nicotine and caffeine.
Prior convictions, if any:
2 counts breaking and entering
1 count impersonating a governmental official
1 count assault with a deadly weapon
Has been accused of and cleared of a great deal more crimes, mostly incidents of the same caliber. Additionally, these are also only the convictions associated with a man identifying himself as Peregrine Earnest. Given the overall nature of his character, it is to be assumed that he has been accused of and possibly convicted of other crimes under another assumed identity.
rape
murder
arson
rape
I never said I was class 4
my brother said I was class 4
I have no idea what class I am
just kinda wanted to make a forgetful professor
killed instantly by SCP-682
I just wanted a chance to bust something out real quick for this
SCIENCE
even then monthly terminations VOV