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Note: The following is a recollection by memory regarding Talongrove's defection. She wishes to distance herself from her past so any mention should be done in an isolated space and only when necessary.
A deep sigh is heard from a woman sitting beside the recording device. The muffled sound of breathing before a shuffle of equipment was heard. The seal being released on a mask as it was set down on the table beside them. The faint rasping could be heard in their voice. "Fuck.... taking this off is such a pain. But they requested a clear audio log be written of my experience. So let's go back, to where it all began."
"My experience started with the foundation when I was fresh out of the system. Leaving Cert in hand as I started looking towards attending Queen's University. I was alerted that they had taken interest in my studies of combining modern and traditional medicine. Despite my initial suspicions, they offered financial incentive for me to follow through with their requests and employment offers. How foolish I was at that moment. Eventually I began working at the age of 20 while still attending University remotely. They brought me to one of their sites known as Site-400 that was located in Newcastle of Northern Ireland. Here I would complete basic medicinal requests from the staff while undergoing basic combat training. However even though my skills have long since rusted. I can at least load and fire most guns along with some basic CQC. "
"When my courses finally finished I was instructed to continue with individual studies. They brought me over to the site in the United States known as Site-234. They deemed that I would be worthwhile for researching anomalies inside of a task force that was stationed at Site-234 known as Mobile Task Force Unit Chi-7 commonly known as "The Plague Tamers" There I was assigned to work with anomalies of varying kinds though my research was primarily directed at the virologic aspects of said studies. How it behaved in conjunction with other diseases and how they reacted to various medications and antibiotics. I occasionally was relied upon for other studies that linked with biochemicals and microbiology. However that was mainly under the oversight of..."
The woman grew quiet as her voice trailed off. Her voice breaking ever so slightly before refocusing on the current train of thought. A shaky breath was heard before she continues once more. Barely managing to say the names of the two people that mattered most to her.
"Claire..... and.... Aoife..... They were in charge of most projects relating to Microbiology and Biochemistry. They always... fuck... they always had a handle on such things. We... well, that is irrelevant to the current matter at hand. However during my nearly decade of being stationed there as a doctor for the Plague Tamers I picked up on quite a few things relating to diseases and other wounds they would come under fire from. Luckily they didn't come into contact with many forces opposing them so the bullet wounds and other trauma injuries were limited. Aoife acted as the squad lead, taking point and leading everyone else. Claire.... well she never really left the office. Tied up in far too many projects to ever leave the site for operations. A few years in.... that's when I first encountered "her". The fucking "Diabhal"..."
Her tone shifted, a much angrier voice rising up as something struck the table. Earning a long exhale from the lady.
"She was relentless, cruel, and downright wicked. She worked her colleagues until they were stressed and exhausted. Only caring about the end result no matter the means to get there. Despite all of our greivances, even when an altercation between Aoife and her broke out after she yelled at Claire. No one ever stepped in. The situation continued to escalate over the next few years. The three of us were eager to escape from this "Nathair". We had seen her use D-class personnel irresponsibly and in inhumane ways. I know personally that a few complaints were lodged with the Ethics Committee. But nothing ever came of it. I had hoped that one day, it would be addressed. However it never was, no matter how many reports came in about her. She seemed to be protected by someone up above. Eventually I was approached with a new position opportunity. I would be moving away from my standard duties of testing and developing, instead I would be taking lead on a research project surrounding the virus known as SCP-6049. The same anomalous virus that I brought with me. Instead I would be sent to a new site known as Area-87-B-3 located in Yucatan Mexico. I hear the main area was located down near Brazil I believe. They told us that it was simply a site where we would research how viruses reacted to more tropical climates. Things such as moving them from such a humid and hot area to a colder frigid one. But that is not what you want to hear isn't it? You want to hear why I'm here now and not still sitting inside of the foundation. Fine."
"After accepting the offer to move to this sub-area I had hoped I would never have to see Nathalia again. I had hoped that someone else would have to deal with them. So imagine my horror when..." She took a deep breath before letting it out "I was rather displeased when I found that they had made her into the director of 87-B3 (Area-87-B-3). But it was too late to back out. Aoife, Claire, and myself all had already committed to moving to this area. And if I had to take a guess, I'd say this is what they were counting on as we didn't find out this bitch was running things until the day off. And her smirk... her fucking smirk made me think that she had planned this. Still I had a duty to uphold, after getting settled in by the adjacent housing on the area with those two, we went to work. And most days, it was fine. There were some oddities every once and a while however the foundation always trained us to ignore such things. To focus on our work and our work alone. With having over a decade of such... "propaganda" fed to me, I followed it to a letter. I can't believe how foolish I was. The things that woman was doing behind the scenes. I didn't notice it for so long, because she got her sick fix beneath the building. I should have known a woman like that wouldn't be content leading a simple area. No, the truth would be revealed around a year in.
There were too many cracks to ignore. I noticed the shifty behaviour of the Gensec personnel guarding the site. They knew more, I knew they did. And I was right. I'm not sure who blew the whistle as one would say. But I do know that it spread like a wildfire. The area was a black site, and a terrible one at that. Certain parts of the area were sectioned off and we were barred from entry. I had always hoped it was simply to keep data secure and that there was nothing malicious being hidden away." Coughing was heard, the woman sounding in pain as she took in a raspy breath. Continuing with the recollection. "Oh how wrong I was. The site... well, it was being used as an interrogation centre for the enemies of the foundation. This could range from insurgents to cultists. Anyone who the foundation wanted info from, despite how little they might know. In this... building. That was sectioned off, we found the real reason why it was so secretive. They had been....." The woman grew silent, letting out a shaky breath mixed with rage and sorrow as she collected her words "They used our own research... the research we had thought was being used to help the foundation better understand these anomalies. To study them... They instead were being used to torture and maim people. People who were simply fighting for what they believed in. People who were used to satisfy this woman's sick fucking urges of sadism and research. I can't believe we were ignorant for so long. Even my research.... was being used."
"With all of this coming to light. Those two, they couldn't stand for it. They were far better people then I were. They protested against Nathalia, I was unaware of this at the moment. Perhaps they knew I would try to talk them out of it or perhaps they didn't wish to involve me. The next part is hazy, I believe due to the partial effects of the amnestics still taking hold but... from what I recall. Well..." Her tone shifted, shaking now as she took in a deep breath. Struggling to speak as she recalled what she had witnessed. "I remember being in the room, I'm not sure when I arrived but I saw... I saw Claire... almost motionless on the ground as Aoife leaned over them. Screaming her name in desperation before turning back to Nathalia. I started running over, reaching out to them as I wanted to help. I saw Aoife raise her pistol before a second shot was heard... striking Aoife as she fell back. I remember collapsing to the ground, tears rolling down my cheeks as I desperately tried to stop the bleeding from both of them. I could have done more, I should have done more... it was my fault, I could have saved them... I could have... It's my fault... I just... Why not me..." From here all that was heard were soft sobs that the woman was doing her best to hold back. Eventually a door was heard opening and someone walked in. She mumbled apologies to them while trying to speak. "I'm sorry... I-" No response was given before the recording ended, cutting her off.
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Overseer note: From here intervention was required by the intake team. While we feel she is far too vulnerable and soft to participate in Insurgent activities. We do believe her value as a researcher far succeeds her detriment in combat capability. It took a while for her to calm down to begin the retelling. Though she was adamant on letting her full story be known. As we prefer.
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The recording resumed now. The woman now sounding much more tired then she had previously. A sniffle slipping out before she coughed. "From what I remember next, I was restrained before I could process what was fully happening. Pulled away from the now still forms of those two." She took in a shaky breath, trying her best to not break out into tears once more. "I was held by the Gensec personnel that were essentially acting as Nathalia's personal guards. I remember clearly what Nathalia said to me that day." A new tone creeped into her voice. Pure unfiltered rage. "She looked at me and fucking laughed. She stated to me that she wished to snuff me out. But I wasn't as "insignificant" as the other two and it would draw too much attention if I suddenly went missing. That's all she thought of people. As simply things to tie value to, that some lives are unimportant and expendable. I should have fucking killed her. I should have shot her in the fucking head no matter what happened to me. I should have..." She went silent for a while. Refocusing her thoughts as she tried to calm herself down. "They tried to amnesticise me... I'm not sure what was looking out for me that day, I'm not sure how it even happened. But I remembered, oh I fucking remembered what that bitch did." She exhaled sharply, the tone fading from her voice as she seemed to return to a more neutral narrative. The edge from earlier gone. "After that I remember waking, I felt nauseous from the amnestics seemingly having some effect. They told me they had found me passed out. Not an unreasonable occurrence at the time as I had been overworking myself lately. I was told to report to medbay tomorrow, they had also thrown in the Claire and Aoife would be gone for the next few days. No doubt to lie to me further and cover up what had happened. They left and my hands balled up. I couldn't think of anything else besides that moment. It was too real to feel like a dream, and my fears were confirmed in the most unlikely way. I had began packing my things, I hadn't thought of where I would head, where I would end up. But I knew I needed to leave. It would have been difficult with the guard stationed right outside the door I was behind. I pulled out my PDA to look through it. Most of the uproar about what had happened had died down. Most being amnesticised or worse... from what it looked like only I remembered. Eventually my PDA lit up with a notification. I'm not sure how they did it. But I received a mysterious message from an unknown sender that I now know as the Insurgency. The screen displayed the few lines that changed my life..."
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The following message was sent to Bridget upon receiving body cam footage from a scout about the events that unfolded in the Sub-area Directors office and noticing her intention to depart from the Sub-area in secrecy.
The foundation have finally decided to show their true colours to you.
They took your life away from you and likely plan on taking more.
It's time for you to break your chains and forge your own path.
You can fight for a better life, to live for a better world.
So join us and fight for the Chaos Insurgency
Will you take this chance at freedom?
It was reported the Bridget nodded her head in agreement to this.
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"From I heard steps behind me. I swung around, needle in hand before a man dressed in all black caught my wrist. Putting a single finger to his lips I saw the patch on his shoulder. It was them, it was.... you all." She sighed, the sound of cloth shifting as she rubbed her bandaged face. "The Insurgent motioned to the door while still hushing me. He handed me a note that was hastily written. On it was detailed an ideal escape route with little interaction and even less visibility. Frankly it was quite surprising to see such a large blind spot within the area. I imagine that was how you all operated so easily within such a restricted area. From here however, we made our escape. Breaching the door the Insurgent swiftly stepped behind the guard. There wasn't even a struggle as I reached out. Catching his limp body before it could slam against the floor. I dragged him back into the office and stashed them away. Taking away their comms device while offering a quick word of memorial for them. We left the building, hidden by the cold cover of the night as we made our way through the dense Yucatan forest. Eventually finding a vehicle stashed that he used to meet up with another scout. After a few quick words of reassurance and being berated for not notifying them, We set off again. Eventually arriving at a abandoned building that was being used as a staging area for a raid force. When I walked in I remember guns swiftly being trained on me. The man who had guided me back put his hand up as they all lowered their weapons. Their gazes were still firmly fixated on me, Whoever this man that helped me originally seemed to be a respected member within the group that was preparing this strike. The man brought me to a dim room, making me hand over my pistol at the door before entering. When I walked in I saw a few high ranking members of the team. I could tell simply by the way they were treated and how they acted. They sat me down and made a few "requests" of what they wanted me to do. Primarily they wanted me to use my access card to get them into most of the site with little opposition. From there they would handle clearing the site. Most of my team had been dispatched for an anomalous pathogen clean up. Thus, aside from the Gensec personnel on site there would be little opposition going in. I won't lie I was conflicted, but it eased my consciousness knowing that nearly everyone who remained here knew of the atrocities taking place. And either ignored it or actively took part in its progression. My goal there was one person in particular. The one who took everything from me. Anything done after is done out of obligation to the people helping me. I won't beat around the bush here,,," She took a deep breath in, hissing in slight pain as she shook it off. Her burns flaring as tone softened "It was a massacre, they didn't stand a chance. With such a large and well armed force from the Insurgency going in with the element of surprise. Well by the time that an alert had been raised about us, we were already inside. I could only imagine my fate had the circumstances happen differently. Once inside I was directed to follow them. Opening doors when able as they cleared out the area. Once we had maintained control we pushed out to start taking the underground section of the compound. It took us a while to secure entrance into the bunker and by then any remaining personnel were gone. All that remained were the prisoners being kept inside of these.... horrific rooms. I will not go into detail explicitly. However they had various injuries and conditions. All stemming from either torture or infections by various infectious anomalies. We moved deeper. Finding offices not much further with a large office at the end of the hall. It seemed to be the main area that this collection of people leading this Black Site were stationed out of. In addition there was an anomalous storage room that held some of the things that we had worked on while we were stationed here. I saw the virus I had worked on during my stay here in addition to Claire's main project. She always loved the possibility of working with such an SCP. The chambers had been damaged or sabotaged. We were unsure of the cause of the damage but the decision was made to plant explosives. Just to make sure this Area would remain unusable to the foundation most of the deadly anomalies had been extracted so it wouldn't pose a risk outside of the immediate area. Various things lie abandoned as we found a large tunnel connected to a garage beneath the ground. A few vehicles were missing alongside the main tunnel leading out having collapsed due to a seemingly intentional cave in. I accessed Nathalia's computer out of pure curiosity. Her password still hadn't changed after almost half a decade if you can believe it... Regardless from there I found a few things that shook me to my core I would say." She went silent for a while. Trying to articulate her thoughts and taking a breath. "Within her files I found an correspondence to an unnamed Ethics Committee member that simply went by the very unhelpful tag of "EC". The latest E-mail was mere hours ago while the others dated back far before the sub-area was opened. They detailed a long and complicated plan to hide Nathalia's research in return for continued successful results and information extraction when they needed it... It sickened me. Their latest email contained the information regarding the events surrounding me and my two grá's. In addition I believe there was a chat between the two."
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A condensed chat conversation was formed off of the extracted data. E-mail Data was unsuccessful with extraction and was deleted upon the attempt. The identity of the personnel known as "EC" is unknown, we are unsure if they even are a Ethics Committee member however they do hold significant clearance.
Nathalia: An incident happened today. A whistleblower within my site was found leaking the true purpose of this area. We have neutralised the suspect and are implementing damage control as we speak.
EC: This is unacceptable. You know how imperative secrecy is within this Sub-Area. How many people know?
N: It is being handled.
EC: I asked you how many people know.
N: Nearly everyone
EC: For fucks sake, Address this swiftly. The longer this takes the more danger you are in.
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N: It is done. The info leak has been secured with minimal losses.
EC: Minimal losses? Who the fuck did you kill this time.
N: All important personnel are accounted for. Two personnel refused to cooperate with a third likely requiring further amnesticisation.
EC: I asked who Nathalia, not how many.
N: Aoife and Claire I believe they were called.
EC: You fucking idiot. Out of everyone it was those two? How is Bridget taking this?
N: We will figure something out. I propose Class-F Amnestics be used to rebuild her exactly how we wish.
EC: Negative, use Class-C to remove their memories of the two if you cannot create a viable cover story. And for the love of god don't kill anyone else unless absolutely necessary.
N: As you wish.
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"I walked away from the desk. I doubted I would be able to contain my wrath if I stuck around there any longer. I left them to work on extracting data from the servers that they had there. Moving up through the brisk air as I made my way back to my office situated next to.... theirs." Likely referring to Aoife and Claire as she could be heard letting out a sigh. She sat for the next few minutes. Not saying anything as she seemed to be thinking. "When I got to their offices they had been mostly cleaned out save for a few things to keep up appearances. I grabbed a sample and some files that I could scavenge from all of our offices. Grabbing some other things as well. I then trudged my way back to our living quarters, going to our bedroom and collected their things... The few things we all had left..." Her voice shook for a moment before continuing onwards. Not wanting herself to get distracted again. "From there I remember a younger insurgent bursting into the room I was in. Tugging me back as they demanded I come take a look at something. I was in no position to refute the request of my new allies so I followed. Upon arriving I found that some of the prisoners who were being tortured were in nearly critical condition. One in particular I recognised all too well. For they were experiencing the symptoms of the very virus that I had been working on. I suppose this was the moment it was confirmed in my mind that... I had been unknowingly participating in this fucked up project that Nathalia had been conducting. I swiftly did what I could however. With the knowledge I had been accumulating over all these years I was able to save most of the men being tortured there that were at risk of passing away. Though... any other GOI's were executed if they were deemed hostile to the Insurgency. One of the men from their intelligence team alerted us that a silent alarm had been tripped and word from their command was a Omega-1 team had been dispatched to quell the sudden loss of contact from this site. There wasn't enough time for us to make a clean getaway. They intercepted us right as we began to exfiltrate. Cutting off our escape route as we were forced to hold the building we had previously cleared. I'm not sure how they did it. But someone found a way to clear a small section of the cave in leading out. We began pulling back from our hold of it. During this time of our sides attention being split An O-1 operative managed to make a dent in our defences. Making a foothold to begin pushing through. During this time well, it was bloody. At some point in the battle I was struck beside the head with a incendiary grenade. Tossing me to the ground as fell near my leg. I was able to scramble away and put the fire out that had began to spread on my person. I remember looking up at seeing a Omega-1 operative seeing me and hesitating for just a moment. Perhaps they thought I was a hostage... but that moment of hesitation was all that was needed for the man that had helped me earlier to take advantage. Shooting them dead quickly as he pulled me up. He spoke to me as he helped me to the tunnel. "You save us, we save you. Now lets get out of here" was what he said. I heard the explosion go off above us as we managed to slip past the tunnel. He helped me through to the waiting vehicles on the other side. Loading me up as I damn near collapsed into a seat. As we drove away, I looked back up at the smoke rising from the area in the distance. It felt... bittersweet." She could be heard pausing for a long while. "From there I'm sure you all know what happened. Here I am, a few weeks later still bandaged and roughed up. A defector... a traitor. But I owe you all my lives, and that is certainly a debt I live to repay to its fullest amount. I swear on my honour as a Branán" She stated plainly, as if swearing an oath. From here she waited a few more moments before shifting in her chair. the recording then suddenly ended.
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Reports of Bridget's status on cell are as followed.
From the successful Yucatan sub-area raid Bridget was extracted alongside the various samples. files, and other info from the raided area. After passing out within the transport due to the injuries suffered from the raid she was treated with basic medicinal care until she arrived back at Cell Sunrise. Due to the willingness to help our insurgents and the assistance she gave we properly treated her wounds when she arrived back at the main cell. Once she was cleared to begin basic activities she was swiftly pulled into interviews with varying members of the Insurgency. All attempting to dig into everything about her. Where she was from, what her goals were. Anything we could. We found out that she, for obvious reasons. Harbours a genuine hate for the foundation members responsible for her defection. She feels indebted to our men due to the role they played in assisting her.
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Throughout the past few months Bridget has been assisting our medical teams with her vast knowledge of the field. She seemed to have a desire to help anyone she could. Working with anyone who was still alive. Not giving up until they were stable or till they took their last breath. Even ones that had no hope, if there was no other patients that needed immediate attention she would stay by their side. In her words, she stated that "No one should ever die alone. No matter who it is." She refused to elaborate further.
Once her injuries had healed to a point where she could resume regular duties she was approached by members of our cell. We offered her a position in working with us against the foundation however she declined. Citing reasons that there was no way she could stay here. Despite her helpful nature. Many of the people around this cell knew her as a defector. She wanted a fresh start. So, El Comadante offered her a place up in the remote region of Alaska. He felt that her skills would be useful confronting some of the conditions that afflicted their members.
Bridget was last seen at Cell Sunrise departing via air to Cell Omega-2 on 03/16/24 - 12:25 AKDT
Bridget Arrived at Cell Omega-2 via air travel on 03/16/24 - 22:12 AKDT
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Area-87-B-3 File
Area-87-B-3 File
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Sub-site Area-87-B-3
Site purpose: studying infectious SCP's under various circumstances and climates
Sub-site Location: [Redacted]
Sub-Site Status: [Redacted] Destroyed via SCP containment breach
Description: Area-87-B-3 was a site dedicated to studying a collection of SCP's from Site-234 under extreme conditions extending from weather to individual testing.
Addendum: This sub-site has been destroyed due to an anomalous mixture of SCP-6049 & SCP-2431 that has formed due to breaches from both containment chambers.
Level 5 clearance required
Site: Sub-site Area-87-B-3
Site purpose: studying various infectious SCP's to assist in interrogations
Sub-site Location: Yucatan, Mexico
Sub-site Status: [Active] Destroyed via Chaos Insurgency raid
Description: Area-87-B-3 is a site dedicated to studying infectious SCP's in order to bring out their more "useful" attributes in order to assist with the foundation's information gathering when encountering uncooperative GOI personnel. This was to be maintained under a guise of the sub-site to simply studying these SCP's.
Addendum: This sub-site has been destroyed following an attack by the Chaos Insurgency. All activity is suspended in the area until proper countermeasures have been formed. Unauthorised credential usage was detected, suspected defector is now working with the Insurgency. Exact operative is unknown.
The area is covered in an anomalous mixture of SCP-6049 & SCP-2431 due to breaches from both containment chambers. It appears SCP-6049 has interacted uniquely with SCP-2431, taking the appearance of floating advertisements with no discernable features. In addition it is theorised that SCP-6049 has taken root inside of SCP-2431 and is being propagated alongside SCP-2431. Current containment procedures are being discussed.
Regicide
Regicide
It's done. I've felled the queen. After so long, this is everything that I had worked for. Everything I've done was for this one moment. The day where I would manage to live to see the end of her rule over my life, my fear.
So why do I feel so empty?
Why do I feel like this wasn't the path I was meant to take? That this was something I should not have done. My hands were already bloodied, my heart stained with the markings of betrayal and guilt. The smoking gun that I finished the job with. Why does killing the source of all this pain, only weigh me down even more?
After everything I did, after all I tried. I prepared for this night. I prepared for over a week. Not sleeping once... and we still had a casualty. We STILL couldn't keep everyone safe from this damn woman. She took the one person who understood what I felt. The one person who I could relate to, leaving me alone in this cold dark world once more.
I just ask for one moment. One moment where things go my way. A moment in which I can be happy once again. Just like I was nearly a decade ago with the foundation. Surrounded by people that loved me, that cared for me. Where I didn't get into firefights on the daily, where I don't have to watch people die. Where I felt I was making an impact to help humanity push to higher heights. I... I just wish to see them once more. What I would give.
They would have liked Sharp, despite him being an insurgent. He was a man, and all he wanted was to be free. I hope he's finally got that now. Even now I hold a picture of him with me. He would have wanted this...
I couldn't let her live right? This was the only option. This was the only ending. Even now, after speaking with Truth, after speaking with my superiors. I feel a weight on my shoulders. Did I have another option? Part of me almost wished I had been given a reason to keep Nathalia alive. But I couldn't have handed them back over to the foundation. They would have kept her alive, let her continue their research. I could not let that happen. I would have dishonoured all of them. Every person who she hurt...
She had to die.
I'm sorry I couldn't save any of you.
I'm sorry that I couldn't save you Claire, I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough
I'm sorry that I didn't step in front of you Aoife, that I couldn't reach you in time
Sharp I'm sorry that I couldn't have stopped her all that time ago. I'm sorry that I couldn't come back in and get you.
I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough, that I wasn't fast enough, that I wasn't brave enough
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
Reflection
Reflection
At the end of the day I've started asking myself why I do all this. The temptation of leaving has been prevalent in my mind. However I have sworn myself to this cause. I am indebted to this Insurgency. I am bound to their side.
Then there is the matter of the Rot. The rot exists within my blood, and I have no way to eradicate it. Therefor aside from my obligation to the insurgency, I am also stuck due to that complication.
By staying within the Insurgency I can continue my research on this disease. I imagine its reach won't stop here in Alaska. I fear its only a matter of time until it reaches other countries. And then what exists to stop it? What exists beyond us?
I wish you two were here. To tell me what I should do. What I should choose. I'm wrapped in distrust, hatred, and confusion. The members of the foundation hate me, with good reason I suppose as of late. They still don't know that I am a previous member of their fucked up crusade.
I believe both sides are troubled and are at fault in some ways. Perhaps in another universe each side could work together. To focus on the bigger issues at play. Instead, outside of some Xi-8 that I speak too. Many only focus on us.
Many of them seem to forget their mission. Their duty to contain the anomalous. I know of their rules. Their ethics. They break them at a moments notice. Their own internal affairs would rather go after an enlisted's family, cutting off limbs and sending them to my men. Instead of dealing with the corruption that rots their interior.
The IA are false angels. They claim to be ethical. That they enforce the will of the Ethics Committee for the betterment of the site. But they don't. They will simply state "I will decree whatever I want as Ethical". They don't consider the rights of people nor the anomalous. They do this to make themselves feel better about the atrocities they commit. They dehumanise D-Class further then they already have. Stripping away rights and identity. They claim they are better then us, but they all have just as many issues internally as we do.
The reason I left the foundation? They were going to do the same to me. Ripping away my life after killing the two loves of my life. Their Ethics Committee wishing to strip me down and use my intellect as their tool. That's why I exist here.
I won't blame the foundation for what happened to me
But I will blame them for their inaction
Homesick
Homesick
I'm tired of the fighting
I want to go home
Homecoming
Homecoming
Well... this isn't what I meant when I said I wanted to go home. The ambassador ended up threatening my parents. This being ended up notifying a Revenant operative via a card as well as subtly hinting at my parents safety when I had met him next. I couldn't let their safety go into jeopardy. they don't deserve to suffer, certainly not on my behalf. Thus I made the decision to reach out to Gruungier and inquire about him potentially assisting me. Luckily with his help my parents were moved to the Bulwark. Hopefully this means for the time being they won't have to worry about being in trouble. They already were pretty low tech. My father seemed to be able to take most of the things that he enjoyed. I am cautiously optimistic with the request I put in to the serpents hand. Perhaps I can get some useful things out of it. Though if they manage to get me the Green Book I'll have to ask Gruungier to take that to him. This will throw a wrench in my plans with Siegfried. It seems like he won't be meeting my parents anytime soon after all. Hopefully this will all come to a conclusion. I just hope I can live long enough to see it through.
With my parents safety secured. I plan on progressing with my research. My project is in full swing and has shown increased effectiveness against sarkics. Hopefully soon my black blood research will yield results. I care little about most foundation afflicted with it, but it infests some of my own members here in the Insurgency. I'd also rather the Captain on the other side not fall. He prioritises the Sarkics over us. I'd rather not see a new leader change that. I still need to speak with Amnesia again at some point. I doubt they care much to what I have to say. However I am curious about their story. It's always curious to hear the justifications of the enemy. I'm sure many foundation have thought the same way about speaking with us at times.
And this new... entity. Well, never mind. Its best not to speak on it.
Desolate
Desolate
Yesterday was the operation within Anchorage.
I do not view it as a victory despite what those around me say.
I made a choice that day. One that my forces followed behind. I thought long and hard about this choice. I knew we were outnumbered, I knew we were on the losing front within Anchorage. So I made the call.
I made the call to attack the site amidst the Sarkic chaos, because I knew how this would end. The foundation refused to use their ace in their sleeve. Perhaps they did, perhaps it failed, perhaps they felt this not a fitting time to use it. What does it matter? Anchorage was torn asunder by the very nuke we sought to use in the last case scenario. When all other hope was lost.
As a Trump Card
it was for naught. I alongside my forces fell to the combined might of the GOC and the Foundation. We knew we were going to lose. We just wanted to salvage as much as we could out of a failed situation. I've done it before on days prior. When the foundation stacked the chips high in their favour so that I only had one option. One exit. One choice. The foundation is likely to hate me for this. Why would I do such a thing?
I ask myself that often within the Insurgency. What my Insurgents need is not a Commander that questions themselves at every move however. They need one to take action. To move forward.
So I will fight.
Under Sarkic pressure
Under threats from gods
Despite those who would hate to see me do so
I have to keep going, For them
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THIS IS NO LONGER IN CHARACTER. IF YOU FIND SOMETHING IN HERE THAT YOU BELIEVE SHOULD BE IN THE NEW FILE PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
Note: The following is a collection of information regarding Talongrove's defection. She wishes to distance herself from her past so any mention should be done in an isolated space and only when necessary.
During Talongrove's time with the foundation she had witnessed many immoral deeds that she turned a blind eye too. After the brutal termination of her friends for reasons she felt were extremely unjust she couldn't sit idly. Especially after remembering them attempting to amnesticise her then requesting her to report to medbay at a later date to start the removal of her friends from her mind. She decided enough was enough. She had managed to find a contact through a CI agent. She began communicating with them over an encrypted channel and they offered her a deal. Get them the info they needed to take down that site and reclaim their members that had been trapped beneath the facility, then they would save her from the foundations clutches.
She ran out under the cover of night, meeting up with the insurgent she talked to. They verified she was alone and pulled her to an abandoned building they were staged in. After short introductions she would grab a gas mask, fixing it to her face as she turned back to the insurgents. She laid out a plan in front of them, using the keycard she had would likely only allow them to get into the site without trouble. Bypassing the main outer walls with her access would trip an alarm that would likely deactivate her credentials immediately. A squad would likely be dispatched due to a defector helping the insurgency on site. They would have around 15 minutes to half an hour before they would arrive. On site the number of security personnel was decent but still lower then the average larger sites due to its small nature. It would have to be a short turnaround so they got back in before her keycard was deactivated entirely. If they managed to gain access to the server rooms they might be able to reactivate her keycard. Allowing them to access other areas of the site easier. Then they could push through the site together as she essentially guided them through every guarded position. She simply requested that when they pass through the research sector she was granted a few moments to grab her things. With that plan set in place they departed for the sight. She felt all eyes on her throughout their trek. Knowing she could never come back from this, her mind set as she pulled out her photo to look at it once more. Tears in her eyes as she slides it away. She pulled a collection of herbs, looking at them before stuffing them away. Grabbing a weapon she recognised and locking it in. Putting on only a bulletproof vest as protection. She was blinded by hatred and a need for retribution.
They put the plan into action, arriving on site and breaching the outermost defences. What happened after was a long and messy battle that raged through the site. It was said she massacred most of the general security in the site, barging in to the director's office only to find her missing having been able to evacuate in time. She swiftly turned to her office. She grabbed her samples of SCP-6049 that had been in her research area, scooping up the files for it that she had on her desk along with a few pictures of hers. She also stopped by Claire's office. Barely able to look at the place as she picked up a picture on the desk. The room had already been in the process of being cleared. A reminder of how quickly the foundation disposes of those around them they deem no longer useful.
after they had control they realised that two containment bays had been damaged. They gathered all they could, deciding to set off explosives below the site just to further render this sub-site useless. A reminder of what would happen if the foundation took their own again. They began to pull out, having gotten the data required and the personnel that was being held beneath the building. Beginning to pull back however they encountered another team of MTF that was dispatched to the sub-site after alarms had triggered due to their hostile takeover. Led by a small squad of Omega-1 Personnel the MTF unit began an assault on the now battered base held by the Insurgency. Knowing they would lose in a war of attrition the Insurgency held for as long as they could. Planting small scale explosives on the two containment chambers at Bridget's request they essentially breached the two as they were side by side. Bridget fired by at the officers, only able to take down a few units and unable to neutralise any. During her escape she was slowed due to her careful movements with her samples and files. After making their way into the night she was caught by an explosive grenade not far from her head. Blowing her to the ground and shredding her mask and damaging the right side of her upper body. She managed to reach their vehicles. Being evacuated with the cell as she laid battered. Looking up as she realised this was just the beginning. Seeing the covered faces of those around her, She leaned back with a smile, speaking softly before passing out. "Leagfaidh tua bheag crann mór...."
By the time she awoke nearly a day had passed. The samples she had escaped with had been untouched, though R&D was itching to open it. After being vetted and cleared to assist the insurgency by a multitude of interviews and interrogations she began her work. Assisting and aiding the Insurgency in this small area, divulging any info she had about her past work for Site-234. She was questioned on Site-400 but didn't provide any real details. She refused to reveal any information about the people in Ireland unless there was a reason. Throughout this all she questioned herself on occasion. But she looked back at why she was doing this. The innate burning hatred for the foundation that betrayed her way of life. Her two friends, and herself. Her injuries had left her broken, nearly half the woman she used to be. But she put her skills to work in other ways. Supporting the insurgency from the back line as they handled the front work. She didn't like leading the fight, but she was damn well going to keep the insurgency fighting until they won.
She was offered a choice once her injuries had healed. She could join Sunrise cell's command as an officer in their intelligence department, assisting in strategising and researching her field of work in that region. Or she was offered a spot in a separate cell up in Alaska, tucked away from the remnants of her past life. She chose to start anew, working her way up from the bottom just like any other recruit. She felt she didn't deserve such a spot for how long she had fought against them all. And each member looked at her with disdain as they were simply reminded of the one's they'd lost to her team.
She decided that she didn't wish to stay anywhere near her old site. Opting to move up north to Alaska after her recovery period of two months had ended. "El comadante" of cell Sunrise gave her a mission. "Solve the rot, then we talk more". With no other direction she boarded the plane with her new uniform. Clad in black with her modified gas mask which displayed her countries flag painted over the right side of it. Her old Chi-7 sidearm in hand as she gripped it, two notches in its handle for the two friends she lost. A reminder to never forget what the foundation did. She departed, resolved to her new mission and to getting back at the foundation.
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