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    Lithium. What is it? What does it do? Lithium compounds and lithium salts are enclosed within capsules to create one of the most reliable means of psychic defense for the human race. Prior to contact with alien life, lithium was used to treat depressive disorders, post-traumatic stress, and bipolar disorder. After contact with psychic lifeforms such as the Bugs and Skinnies, the human race realized that we were at a crucial disadvantage to psychic suggestion and manipulation. There was little that the average human could do to resist being fooled by psychic trickery. However, in large doses, lithium was discovered to be a somewhat effective means to resist psychic influence. Lithium works by blocking neural pathways to different parts of the brain that are associated with psychic stimulation. After oral ingestion, a trooper is now protected from most forms of psychic suggestion. That being said, there have been instances when troopers being affected by psychic attack even after being dosed with lithium, but these instances are few and far between. Lithium does a fairly good job at protecting the mind, but its effects can be nullified by a psychic force that is powerful enough to break through the barrier it creates in the mind. However, Lithium has a great deal of adverse effects as well. In addition to nullifying most psychic activity from outside, lithium does the same to the inside. Psychics are unable to access or utilize their abilities while on lithium, cancelling out the combat advantage of a MIPOD operative on the field. In addition to prohibiting a psychic from performing, the general side effects of Lithium are: Blurred/distorted vision Tinnitus Nausea/Vomiting Shakiness Anemia Numbness in Extremeties Shortness of Breath Heartbeat Irregularities Fatigue/Lightheadedness Pulmonary Edema Bloodshot Eyes One capsule of lithium will last the course of two hours. Further consumption within an 18 hour period is ill-advised, as one capsule alone is a high enough dosage to cause severe disruption to the human body. Disregarding this can result in an overdose, or death.
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    Samson Salvage Map

    SAMSON TO-DO LIST With the daunting task of restoring the Federation's Fleet to its former status, scouring the old battlefields of the civil war for vessels to be salvaged has become an important task if we are to see our military at its peak. Samson fell in the lines between Sanctuary and the Coalition front, with many casualties on both sides. While salvage and resettlement efforts are being undertaken across the Federation, Samson will be handled primarily by the 112th. VESSELS OF INTEREST UCF-BC-402 William Carpenter - RECOVERED: Fusion reactor, weapons systems + ammunition, hull components, data blackbox. Remains to be transported. UCF-BC-128 Yamamoto UCF-CV-055 John Kennedy UCF-BC-395 Horatio Nelson UCF-BC-553 Marquis de Lafayette - RECOVERD: Thrusters + Engines, intelligence databanks, data blackbox, CIC center
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    Order of Battle for Female MI

    http://wiki.sstrp.net/index.php/Desynomia_trachomatis educate yourself- it can happen to you.
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    powerful khmer and hmong magick at work in these postings...
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    Norman Cox

    Norman Cox, in a combat stance. THE LORE The accidental bastard child born from the union of a Fleet ensign, Thurgood Cox, and Mobile Infantry private Serena Duffy, Norman Cox was estranged from his immediate family at an early age. With his mother's pregnancy discovered, she was quickly medically discharged. Refusing to have an abortion, but having no particular desire to raise a child, she absconded to Wolf Run to her sister Aisha's abode to birth the young Norman into the world. Shortly after Norman was born, Serena dumped the bastard child onto her sister to re-enlist, only to be killed in service in a dropship accident when Norman was six. Norman was raised almost exclusively by his aunt and her circle of friends who worked in the hazardous conditions of Wolf Run's mines. The tight and dingy quarters of Wolf Run were the only home that he ever knew; educational opportunities being sparse, Norman believed that the course of his life would be spent toiling in the increasingly fatal mine shafts on the asteroid belts. The closest man to a father figure that Norman had (and believed was his actual father until the age of 14) was an ex-convict miner named Ryan Manx, who had his shoulder ripped from his body after a workplace accident. Being rendered incapable of holding one of the few jobs available on Wolf Run, Manx took a hankering to teaching young Norman about life along with his aunt. At fifteen, Norman began to notice that he had started developing blotches of melanin-deprived skin on his hands. He was diagnosed with vitiligo, and the blotches continued to climb up his forearms as he continued to age. Working a short stretch in the mines after completing his mediocre high school education, he quickly became disillusioned and repulsed by the lifestyle after having one of his best friends killed in a mining blast accident. With the nature of the mines being so dangerous, Norm thought it'd actually be a safer choice to enlist with the Mobile Infantry he'd inhabited the station with rather than risk his life toiling in the mines. Norman, now a fresh twenty year old, was entered into the ranks of the Mobile Infantry. Setting foot on a planet for the first time for boot camp in The Trio (Camp Presley, Boot Hill specifically), Norman began his journey to becoming a legitimate Infantryman. Upon graduating, Norm was attached to the 112th, where he now resides. Does he have what it takes? Who can say? RELATIONSHIPS ALICE VICKERS My first drop with the 112th, and she seems to think I did alright. I'll be the first to tell you I was scared shitless that day. It's one thing when you're at boot, and you've got a grizzled group of seasoned vets behind you on a controlled course. The rounds are simulated, and the bugs are too. It's much much different when they're actually running towards you, trying to make you into mince meat. I thought they would never stop coming. Vickers was my squad lead, and she put up with my whinging and pleas. I asked if it was always like this. She said sometimes it was worse. Good God. When the sim-bugs get you, you get shocked, it's painful enough to dissuade you from slacking off to allow it to happen again. But no amount of shocking could've prepared me for the searing, throbbing, agonizing pain of a talon shooting straight through your thigh. I felt ashamed. But Vickers stopped by while I was high on pain meds, and told me I did good. At least, I think that's what she said. She seems like a good person. I oughta' buy her a drink or something. ARCAS Seems like a fun guy to be around. WILLIAM ST. CLAIRE Kinda freaks me out a little bit. Not quite sure what he does.
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  7. RESTORING THE FEDERATION Recently reintegrated Mobile Infantry troops working alongside a detachment of the 38th Auxiliary, assisting in the salvaging of the UCF-BC-088 Mucius Scaevola on Sanctuary. With Sanctuary defeated and the Federation made whole once again, our society comes to grips with the consequences of civil war. Not since the Disorders and the fall of earth has such an event been so threatening to the integrity of our species. Old and new challenges emerge, as Sanctuary's holdings are reintegrated into the Federation. Mobile Infantry and Fleet still stationed on Sanctuary have their hands full with the rebuilding process; restoring our Fleet to pre-civil war numbers is a task that must be undertaken in order to secure the survival of our race in this brave new world our society finds itself in. Heavily damaged during the fighting around Sanctuary, Fleet Headquarters made landfall in the Belgica Desert. With many of the occupants of the station boarding the escape pods, the death toll continues to soar into the thousands as more bodies are pulled from the wreckage. Old battlegrounds are picked over for anything salvageable. In addition to restoring our navy, the Federal Fleet Headquarters was knocked out of orbit during Operation Olympus, and currently is being appraised for damages by Fleet researchers. Responsible for maintaining the massive network that is the Federation's Fleet, in addition to housing closely guarded intelligence and records for the military, rebuilding any kind of replacement would take years to say the least. Prior to the fall of earth, both Sanctuary and the Federal Fleet Headquarters' locations were closely guarded secrets among the top echelons of the Federation, excluding even the Sky Marshal from knowing where the 'brain' of Fleet activity took place. Sanctuary was meant as a refuge, or 'sanctuary' in the event that earth had fallen to the Arachnids; that it wouldn't be a sealed victory for the Bugs if we lost our home world. With many of its denizens being relocated to their former worlds once the war was over, many have chosen to remain on the planet. Sanctuary's administrative government has taken the steps to reinstate itself as an official member of the UCF, giving it a promising future along the road to recovery. But now, a new challenge presents itself with finding a replacement for not only the Fleet Headquarters, but the tactical equivalent of Sanctuary itself. Different worlds are currently being surveyed as Mobile Infantry and Fleet detachments make their way to not only reclaim the past, but to tread ground both new and old fallen to the Arachnids during the duration of the civil war. With the tragic death of General Danny Martin, the call for a new Sky Marshal to be elected by the newly unified body of citizens is heard. Elections are expected to be held in the near future as the Federation recoups its losses from the civil war. Prominent candidates from across the UCF will convene and take part in one of the first major democratic decisions in the unified Federation. With a grand set of challenges ahead, a strong leader of our armed forces is necessary for the days to come. Enemies of the human race have exploited our infighting, and have not slackened in their ceaseless drive to destroy everything and everyone we hold dear. SEEK TO LEND A HAND? WANT TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE? THE MOBILE INFANTRY NEEDS MEN AND WOMEN LIKE YOU TODAY CONTACT YOUR LOCAL RECRUITER EXPRESS YOUR INTENT TO ENLIST! BECOME A CITIZEN! WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?
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    Theory on Half Life G-man identity.

    gaming thyroid
  9. SANCTUARY SURRENDERS, O'BRIAN IN CUSTODY We, acting by command of and in behalf of the government of Sanctuary, and the Sanctuary Federal Headquarters, hereby accept the provisions set forth in the declaration issued by the heads of the Governments of the Coalition on 10 July 2298 aboard the UCF-BC-101 Nathaniel Banks, and subsequently adhered to by the aforementioned powers, which are hereafter referred to as the Federation. We hereby proclaim the unconditional surrender to the Federation of the Sanctuary Federal Headquarters and of all Sanctuary armed forces and all armed forces under Sanctuary control wherever situated. We hereby command all Sanctuary forces wherever situated and the people of Sanctuary to cease hostilities forthwith, to preserve and save from damage all ships, aircraft, and military and civil property and to comply with all requirements which may be imposed by the Supreme Commander for the Federation or by agencies of the Sanctuary Government at his direction. We hereby command the Sanctuary Federal Headquarters to issue at once orders to the Commanders of all Sanctuary forces and all forces under Sanctuary control wherever situated to surrender unconditionally themselves and all forces under their control. We hereby command all civil, military and naval officials to obey and enforce all proclamations, and orders and directives deemed by the Supreme Commander for the Federation to be proper to effectuate this surrender and issued by him or under his authority and we direct all such officials to remain at their posts and to continue to perform their non-combatant duties unless specifically relieved by him or under his authority. We hereby undertake for Admiral O'Brian, the Sanctuary Government and their successors to carry out the provisions of the Instrument of Surrender in good faith, and to issue whatever orders and take whatever actions may be required by the Supreme Commander for the Federation or by any other designated representative of the Federation for the purpose of giving effect to that Declaration. We hereby command the government of Sanctuary and the Sanctuary Federal Headquarters at once to liberate all prisoners of war and civilian internees now under Sanctuary control and to provide for their protection, care, maintenance and immediate transportation to places as directed. The authority of Admiral O'Brian and the government of Sanctuary to rule the state shall be subject to the Supreme Commander for the Federation who will take such steps as he deems proper to effectuate these terms of surrender. These were the words relayed by Erin O'Brian as she and her cohorts signed the instrument of surrender aboard the UCF-BC-101 Nathaniel Banks. Troopers and Fleet personnel from all regiments and detachments were present as the Civil War was brought to an official close. With General Martin himself officiating the surrender, cameras snapped and flickered as the ceremony was preceded by the symbollic changing of the flags, signifying the reunification of the Federation under one banner. The declaration of surrender comes after a massive offensive on several planets surrounding Sanctuary, including the planet itself. As the last of the holdouts gradually turn themselves in, the time to take stock of damages dealt during the conflict approaches. Now reunified, the Federation faces challenges both old and new. The daunting task of restoring humanity's numbers and production outputs to pre-Civil War levels is disquieting, but many are confident that now the human race stands on much sturdier ground to confront the challenges ahead. As for O'Brian and her collaborators, they will remain in custody until they are formally sentenced for their crimes against the Federation.
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    Civil War Megathread

    Week 27 After months and months of fighting and bloodshed, Sanctuary has finally fallen to the Coalition. Admiral Erin O'Brian has been captured along with her top councillors after fleeing the falling Fleet Headquarters before it crashed into Sanctuary. She was apprehended by the 112th, 'Davidson's Deathmakers,' and is being processed before formalizing Sanctuary's surrender. The last few bitter-enders prove to be the only obstacle remaining to reunifying the Federation. The days to come will consist of taking stock of the damage inflicted, and remobilizing as a unified fighting force once more to combat the enemies of the human race that have grown and multiplied while we fought amongst ourselves. Now is the time to pick up the pieces, and in our diminished state, begin the arduous process of taking back what we once took for granted. As the war draws to a close, the scale of the destruction along with the ground that's been allowed to fall into enemy hands poses a daunting challenge for the road ahead to restore the Federation to pre-Civil War levels of efficiency and production. To some, the future of the human race is disquietous, but the resilience of the human spirit shines through today. No one can contest that this victory was not an end to an epoch of strife and darkness in the Federation's history. From our mistakes, we seek to better right ourselves so as to make our journey to the future as smoothe and prosperous as possible for us. With the end of the civil war, humanity has the chance to gleam insight from the mistakes made, and arise from the ashes reborn; resilient and steadfast, immunized against the divisiveness that led to the deaths of so many. The future belongs to the citizens of the Federation, and to no one else.
  11. OPERATION OLYMPUS MAPS DAY 1 rp_sheep_v3 rp_nc_c8_v3 rp_salvation_night_redemption rp_salvation_2_stalker rp_thorncreek_v1 rp_dust_v2 DAY 2 sstrp_sanctuary_v1 mor_spaceship_v10 rp_scifi rp_ragnarock_bunker_b1 (additional map content here) mor_facility_cv1 rp_city8_canals rp_outercanals rp_ineu_apocalypse rp_pripyat_hl2 DAY 3 rp_tnb_coast rp_stalker rp_apocalypse rp_industrial_beta9 BRIEFING BEGINS AT 7 PM GMT
  12. EPSILON PRIME, ELIXAEBERNA BESIEGED! DEIPHOBUS, EPSILON PRIME - As part of a mutli-pronged offensive launched by General Martin, operations commenced on Epsilon Prime of the Epsilon Eridani system and Elixaeberna of the Thorbjorg System. Today, elements from the 2nd and 10th Carrier Battle Groups each composed of dozens of dreadnought, corvette, and battle cruiser class vessles, commenced their assault on the two systems. Priam, a thriving port city on Epsilon Prime, was one of the first cities besieged by the Coalition. The port city of Priam under fire; pictured are the UCF-BC-502 Dmitry Donskoy, and the UCF-BC-317 Leo Major shot down on the right. After 17 hours of intense fighting, Priam fell to the Coalition as the last of the city's defenses gave way. With an estimated 12,000 casualties and an additional 2,000 aircraft shot down, the initial assault on Priam is slated to be one of the bloodiest battles of the entire siege of the planet. Tensions run high as troops on the ground struggle to beat back the numerous Sanctuary troops determined to push out the Coalition. To say that Sanctuary was expecting a massive attack would be a gross understatement; compared to the days before the Civil War, much of the planet's cities have been rendered into militarized bastions fitted to withstand the traumas of war. Mobile Infantry troopers performed the dangerous and tedious task of clearing out the entire city; block by block, building by building, determined to root out any persistent Sanctuary stragglers. As more and more Sanctuary vessels appeared to counteract the incoming Coalition invasion, the more destructive and chaotic the scenes on the ground became. As above, so is below; while Fleet fought valiantly to liberate Priam from Sanctuary's yoke, so did the brave men and women of the Mobile Infantry persevere to spearhead the first jab into Epsilon Prime, with many paying the ultimate sacrifice. Troopers of the 90th Moritas, 'Jackson's Jaguars' marching towards one of the military stockyards in Trondheim, in the Jägare Valley of Elixaeberna. On Elixaeberna, the capture of the city of Trondheim in the Jägare Valley came with much less difficulty. Trondheim is one of the many cities in the Jägare Valley responsible for some of the only ship manufacturing on Elixaeberna. With a population of around seven million, Trondheim is one of the most physically expansive cities on the planet; Sanctuary clinging to the sprawling outskirts as Coalition troops continued to pour in proved to be a stubborn hurdle to overcome- and not without significant bloodshed. Though not as intensive as the siege of Priam, Trondheim was finally felled after almost two days of combat. As MI and Fleet elements on Elixaeberna continue to make territorial gains, it's expected that they'll arrive at Mälmo, the planet's capital, by the end of the week. Troopers on the ground not only have to combat the stalwart Sanctuary defenders, but also the colder climates that Elixaeberna is known for. With days almost half as long as earth, temperatures rapidly dip as the night encroaches for the troopers stuck on the ground. With the civilian populations of both planets being funneled towards Sanctuary proper, the fighting is only forecasted to worsen as the battle for the inner worlds of O'Brian's empire continues. ARE YOU SKILLED IN THE FOLLOWING FIELDS: -PSYCHOLOGY -MEDICINE -ENGINEERING -ELECTRONICS -HYDROPONICS -BOTANY -BIOLOGY -SPACECRAFT PILOTING THE FEDERAL ARMED SERVICES NEEDS MINDS LIKE YOURS TO HELP CONTINUE THE WAR AGAINST INTERGALACTIC TYRANNY CONTACT YOUR LOCAL RECRUITER AND SPEAK ABOUT ENLISTMENT TODAY
  13. TJUNKAYA STATION CAPTURED! CASSANDRA BESEIGED! Mobile Infantry of the 74th Moritas attack Tjunkaya Station, seated in the foothills of the Fairfax Mountains on Cassandra. The 74th rounding up a few Sanctuary officers following the capture of facility's grounds. TAZMAN, CASSANDRA - The town of Tazman is one of Cassandra's least populated settlements with less than five hundred residents. Today, however, the town is bustling with non-stop activity as it rests at an important crossroads for invading Coalition troops. As part of a new offensive towards Sanctuary, Cassandra is one of the planets targeted due to the sizeable Sanctuary military presence. Battle cruisers and corvettes fly overhead while countless lorries loaded with troopers clad in grey funnel through the dusty roads of the old town, heading off towards the planet's front line. Built in 2200, Tjunkaya Station used to be an important military station designed to accommodate and service thousands of Mobile Infantry and Fleet personnel passing through the Eta Cassiopei system towards the AQZ. However, towards the beginning of the Civil War, Cassandra fell to Sanctuary, and Tjunkaya Station was heavily refurbished and fortified to serve as a more active post manned around the clock in the event of an attack. FedNet correspondents witnessed the heavy bombardment the Station endured, and accompanied the Mobile Infantry as they secured the sprawling grounds of the facility after nearly twelve hours of constant fighting. The occupants of Tjunkaya Station eventually surrendered after a long, drawn out fight, granting the Coalition a valuable post to further facilitate the offensive against the rest of Cassandra, and towards Sanctuary. Hundreds of Sanctuary troopers were captured, while a few dozen Coalition POW's being held in the Station were liberated as well. With Tjunkaya Station under Coalition control, Military Intelligence suggests that the hardest part of the siege of Cassandra is over. As of now, Mobile Infantry and Fleet personnel make their way towards the planet's capital of the same name, aiming to do battle with the remaining Sanctuary forces hunkering down for the invasion. The Mobile Infantry is made up of men and women who are a clear cut above the everyday civilian. Do you think you have what it takes? Contact your local recruiter and talk about ENLISTMENT TODAY
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    [FEDNET] Major Offensive Underway

    NEW MOLDOVA, RHOHAN - The scene on the ground in the smoggy mining city of New Moldova is one of anticipation, and tension. For the past week and a half, Mobile Infantry and Fleet have been making their presence known more and more as the Coalition begins to undertake an offensive targetting the inner worlds surrounding Sanctuary. Corvettes and battle cruisers obscure the muddled skies while troops on the ground drill and prepare for what is projected to be some of the harshest fighting of the war against Sanctuary. Troopers performing drills on Rhohan's Grey Forest. Veterans and seasoned troopers who fought toe-to-toe with Sanctuary on planets like Shoreridge are anxious to return the favor. "I lost more than my fair share fighting against those traitors. There's good men and women that'd still be drawing breath if it weren't for them." Sergeant Thomas Flores lost his eye in an explosion while fighting against Sanctuary forces on Claudius I. "We're gonna' hit 'em ten times as hard as they hit us during their offensive. I'm determined to see those rolling green hills and sprawling seas on Sanctuary for myself, and to see that bastard O'Brian hang." Sergeant Flores and his men are stocking their ship, the UCF-277 Ivar Knudsen, and are set to deploy to Epsilon Prime later this week. Sergeant Flores' story is not unique among the thousands of troopers mobilizing on Castus. Between the scarred and hardened faces of the troopers, Fleet personnel are more than eager to satisfy their bone to pick with Sanctuary. The Ivar Knudsen, preparing to visit a supply depot on the other side of Rhohan. "My Captain sacrificed his life in order to save the rest of the cruisers in our flotilla. My home, and everything I had was blown out into space by a Sanctuary helical." Ensign Laura Graham served aboard the UCF-187 Anne Bailey, one of the many corvettes lost during the Battle of Shoreridge. "I'm alive now because I'm not gonna' let my Captain's sacrifice be in vain." Graham and her colleagues spend their days overseeing bustling cadets as they rush to stock up the Anne Bailey with enough ordnance for the coming fight against Sanctuary. Lieutenant Colonel Mahmoud Babar stands at a solid six feet. His biotech right leg is barely noticeable underneath his cleanly pressed dress pants. His medals gleam in the artificial light of the military offices in New Moldova. "...With the end so close, we're more than willing to do everything it takes to bring about a stop to Sanctuary's insurrection. I've ascended the ranks through this civil war, and have seen men and women much greater than I pay the ultimate price for supporting the Federation. It's my duty as an officer to ensure that they will rest peacefully- which will only be brought about with O'Brian's deposing." Outside, three battle cruisers' thrusters shake the windows as their massive frames lift from the stockyards, heading towards planets like Epsilon Prime, one of the manufacturing powerhouses for Sanctuary, and Agamemnon, a largely agricultural planet responsible for supplying much of Sanctuary space with an ample amount of food. "As we speak, we're already striking Sanctuary targets to pave the way for our offensive. An overwhelming show of force with surgical precision- that's the theme of this operation. We're gonna' make O'Brian and her cadre quake in their boots." As we speak with Lieutenant Colonel Babar, more and more ships streak through the sky. Their contours cover the sky, slowly zooming away towards the Sanctuary front, heavily fortified on both sides. The fighting is forecasted to be some of the fiercest in the entire war- Lieutenant Colonel Babar states that Sanctuary troops will be fighting tooth-and-nail now that their backs are pressed against the wall. The troopers we've spoken to show a headstrong resolve to put an end to this war. But they're not alone. They need men and women like YOU for the final fight to come against Sanctuary. Do you think you have what it takes? Contact your local recruiter and speak to them about enlisting. DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO TAKE PART IN THE FEDERAL ARMED SERVICES? VETERANS WHO RE-ENLIST WILL RECEIVE INCREASED STIPENDS! SERVICE GUARANTEES CITIZENSHIP!
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    favorite story-based game?

    james bond 007: snake eater
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    Bugs. Define a Bug. REWARD

    fucking hell, very nice
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    Dave Foster

    ??/6/98 Backlog. Not much accepted this month. Here's some shots for fun sitting on my card.
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    Dave Foster

    24/4/98 Lots of bodies lately. Probably won't be accepted, but I sent them in anyways. Want to talk to this guy named Lou, seems like he'd have some interesting things to say.
  19. GAMES AND THEORY DENOUEMENT FOR YOUR EYES ONLY Based on the testimony of the 112th, prior collected evidence from ███████ on ████ and █████, Sites ███████ and ███████; Games and Theory is convinced that these sites, specifically the 'Megalith' on ███████ have strong cultural significance to the Skinny race. Evidence collected from prior sites corroborate the same camera phenomena; none of the aforementioned sites can be captured with a camera (precise cause still unknown, requires further analysis.) Witnesses describe similar sensations when in proximity with the aforementioned sites. Whether this is tied to the distorting effects exhibited on photographic elements is undetermined as of the writing of this denouement. The 112th's statements corroborate prior testimony from both other Mobile Infantry, Fleet researchers, and even civilian statements about sensations of dread, being followed, feeling 'a presence' that seems to permeate the site, and cause discomfort to all nearby. Carbon dating of the 'Megalith' proved to be inconclusive. Sedimentary analysis nearby, along with relative dating of the rocks and minerals surrounding the site suggest that the site in question is approximately 13,500 years old. Prior encounters on ███████ and ████, along with testimony from research teams on ██████ and ███ ███████ from an expedition in 2294 seem to corroborate mostly mild psychic phenomena- very different from the intense 'vision' that Alpha company of the 112th experienced. Said 'vision' sets this site apart in terms of intrigue and importance to Games and Theory. [DISCLAIMER: Human thought constructs have proven to be misleading in describing the true nature/characteristics of extraterrestrial cultural contributions. Regarding the Skinny race, even our most advanced translation apparatuses experience difficulty in transmitting ideas originated by Skinnies into a format that's able to be understood and digested by the human race. Games and Theory arrives to the conclusion about the 'Megalith' after examining testimony and testimony only, as not much else proves to be a viable way to relay information in regards to sites of this nature. In our limited human understanding, interpreting the exact purpose and precise significance of certain extraterrestrial constructs sometimes proves as accurate as forecasting the path of a typhoon by lifting one's wet finger to the wind. A measure of skepticism is not only strongly advised when discerning the true nature of such sites, it is expected, and encouraged.] Descriptions of the 'vision' itself varied slightly among troopers, but there's no doubt they experienced the same 'event,' some ancient battle most likely between Skinnies. The 'vision' appears to have lasted approximately thirteen minutes, with no known occurences of time dilation. The apparition eminating from the central sarcophagus in the site is believed to belong to a Chieftain, or some distinguished warrior, as the sarcophagus is set aside and placed in the center of the site, while the headstones (Subterranean imaging along with mild excavation came back with NO other remains, save for the contents of the central sarcophagus) flanked the sides- all composed of some form of polished stone (Samples taken, analysis pending) whilst the sarcophagus itself was adorned with carvings, as well as an 'artifact' that rested atop said sarcophagus. The precise purpose for the artifact is so far unknown, whether it serves as a 'trophy,' or some kind of device imbibed with psychic energies, G'n'T is unsure. Psychic operatives did not detect any living Skinnies anywhere near the 'Megalith', raising questions about the nature of the psychic energies seemingly embedded within these sites, and even more as to the actual process of doing so. As of now, the intensity of the psychic vision experienced by Alpha company is believed to be tied to the destructive nature of the fighting, or the cultural significance of the 'battle' that the MI witnessed. Alpha's troopers drew their own conclusions, many of which fell in line with Games and Theory's denouement. "...After my mind finally registered the entire event I recognized what the Megalith actually was. It was a memorial to either the buried there, or to the battle that raged. I don't know who the figure was exactly but he was obviously prominent. I think we desecrated the site with our presence, and then removal of the significant artifact. The Megalith defended itself probably in a automated way rather than transcendant." "...We had desecrated that site, and we should leave. It wasn't hard to figure out with the vision that we were inside of a war memorial ground. A mass grave for their warriors, or, atleast their commanding officer or some figure of importance." With the disclaimer in mind, Games and Theory's denouement is largely similar to conclusions drawn up by Alpha. The point of intrigue comes with the nature of the vision itself, with which G'n'T has a hypothesis. Prior encounters with said sites in the past have left little to no means of transmitting physical evidence of its existence (photographs, etc.) The remedy to this situation was to deploy a psychic operative to merely observe the sites, and they would be 'read' by another psychic operative upon their return to safety. However, this proved to be disastrous, as severe mental trauma was inflicted on both the 'reader' and the 'read-ee' when they tried to recall their experiences from the site. Operatives were left in catatonic states, and were subsequently medically discharged as their conditions worsened. Why this is, Games and Theory doesn't have a concise, concrete explanation. Our hypothesis is that the nature of the knowledge imbibed in these sites appears to be 'sacred,' or seemingly meant for Skinny consumption only. This is supported by the chaotic and frazzled nature of the 'battle vision' where many voices belonging to Skinnies long gone appeared to badger the troopers' minds- something that a Skinny would be able to handle and synthesize easily, but something that could prove overwhelming and terrifying to an organism not versed in psychic discourse. It's very likely that if this site is some kind of 'memorial,' than like reading a plaque at the bottom of a statue, the 'vision' the MI experienced would serve a similar purpose to Skinnies coming to 'pay their respects.' Photographs from both Master Sergeant Liliana Verbeck, and G'n'T operative Specialist Maxwell Fields both contain shots of a red light that appeared to 'follow' and 'watch' the MI throughout their deployment. Photographic analysis of both Fields' and Verbeck's photograph show a light profile that's congruent with Skinny space vessels that we've recorded in the past, i.e; The Skinnies were consciously 'watching' the MI and Specialist Fields throughout the course of their deployment. PROGNOSIS: - Investigation of the site is to continue, contact with ████ ██████ and ██████ ████ shows promise as far as yielding more substantial results. - Followup with psychically disturbed individuals deemed unneccesary; residual effects appear to have completely subsided. -Technical Sergeant York's drawings to be vaulted- Along with Master Sergeant Verbeck's photograph of the Skinny vesel. - Further investigation at ██████████ is to be delayed until boots on the ground can be procured, and further analysis can be achieved. Whether or not Alpha will be called again for similar operations in the future is undetermined as of the writing of this denouement. - Contact with ██████████ of █████ advised, however ██████████ have proven to be uncooperative in the past. Exercise discretion. -Megalith Incident to be classified, and added to the list of other encounters. Alpha will be given an exception. Delay investigation at ████-████ until further safety measures can be ensured to research parties.
  20. PETTY OFFICER BRIAN FELLOWS - BF MASTER SERGEANT LILIANA VERBECK - LV The recording to follow features two voices, a female with a Norwegian accent, and a male hailing from Yonkers, New York. BF: We took a look at the photographs you took. BF: Same thing with the specialist that you encountered-... Specialist Maxwell Fields, one of GnT's assets assigned for lone reconaissance near the site of the Incident. BF: We took apart his camera, and went through his photos. Same thing. BF: I want you to walk me through what happened that deployment, Master Specialist Verbeck. BF: From the beginning. LV: We deployed to a small island as planned with the Infantry organised to deal with arachnis on our way to the objective, we moved north west as per guidence of our radio operator, staff sergeant Bently. LV: From there we had light contact and met up with the specalist, Fields. he appeared to show lack of knowledge to why we were there in the first place BF: He's currently being court martialed. LV: I grew suspicous at that time and made attempts to give hints without telling outright incase of a control bug." LV: He still seemed null to my attempts and only wished to leave to avoid being bug chowder, he did seem shaken, not heavily but noticeable for me. LV: I had that reported in and noted by the RTO, along with his only useful note. The direction of this site. LV: We pushed on through the sands, taking another doseage of light bug contact before moving into a less ridgid area of the planet. After what seemed an hours time we had reached the site LV: From a distance it would be hard to desrcibe it, two large black pillars arching in like claws were the dominant site with minor claw like objects further in the center of it all, the area around these two claws were encalsed by black rectangle pillars tat formed a connecting circle between both claws LV: We pushed down into the hill and to the site itself LV: It's then I began to experince an uneasy sensation in my mind. BF: Can you describe it? BF: The sensation? LV: As if we were being followed, the feeling of a psychic presence that lingered somewhat on my brain LV: something that was here, yet not seen. LV: I thought little of the sensation at that time due to the sweat build up inside the EVA equipment. BF: Right. Marching in the suits. Not too many advancements about that, even from my days in the MI. BF: Go on. LV: We approached the mass of pillars, seeming to be five foot ten in human height, equal to many of our troopers. LV: Myself, staff sergeant bently, technical sergeant york, staff sergeant hayes and sergeant chevosky remained in the center off the pillars with the infantry in a tight perimiter to watch for arachnids LV: It was..chilling to say the least. The technical sergeant moved to swipe sand away from the bottom of the center object, something at the time I believed was a podium hosting an idol or weapon of some sort upon it LV: When he moved to do this motion, I began to bleed from my nostrill. LV: I knew then the sensation was of psychic origin, I could not get a grip on it however. LV: Time went on as we kept in this circle, unsure what to do, what to touch. I snapped images of the inner workings, the pillars appeared to be inscribed with a language, nothing that I could translate with the center above the "podium" showing a pulsing ring. LV: That would be one of the blurred images. LV: Some time and thought and my staff sergeant removed the idol from the stand, nothing happened for those ten seconds. Then it radiated, everyone nearby began to endure voices their vision growing weak as we passed out in this circle LV: We all experinced the same visison, or so I can only believe we had done so. BF: Can you describe what you felt and saw? LV: It was a battlefield, skinnies firing and fithing, dying one by one as their bodies began to pile upon the sands BF: Fighting? Fighting who? LV: I heard lack of arachnids, possibly themself LV: The vision slowly drew to a close as we began to awaken, I had lost part of my visor due to my nose bleed which now coated my the interior LV: And in the middle where the idol once laid was a skinnie ghost, or what I assume it to be LV: It looked to bently first, I can only assume as he removed the idol it was focused upon him LV: It turned itself attention to me when I moved up onto my knees and spoke to me LV: --I could understand it then too BF: What did it say? LV: We had desicrated that site, and we should leave. BF: Hm. LV: It wasn't hard to figure out with the vision that we were inside of a war memorial ground LV: A mass grave for their warriors. LV: or, atleast their commanding officer or some figure of importance. LV: I orded everyone to go, not wanting to exactly risk my men for that thing, something I couldn't match in power. LV: Before we left the coffin opened up, revealing the same uniform as the specter had dawned LV: though the body was nothing but ash LV: I snapped an image of that site. LV: We left shortly after, my staff sergeant, bently began to endure headaches and hearing voices growing louder. The rest of the men had been fine without a word of this instance to them LV: We moved further and further with myself and york supporting the sergeant, It was possible he was still being targetted for touching the item LV: not far on, near the top of the hill he collapsed once more in a yell of pain, in his whimper he made mention of his bag, and inside was the idol. LV: When I took hold of the object, I began to endure a sensation, drawing me back to the coffin in the graveyard LV: I should return it, destruction will follow, do as I am told. BF: Go on. LV: I moved with sergeant young back to the site to place the object in it's resting place only to be met with the spectre once more, it spoke yet I did not understand it this time around LV: Young began to endure headaches, I suppose punishment until what was stolen had been returned, I placed it back upon the alter and we made contact with MOBCOMM once again, leaving the area shortly after. BF: Very good, Master sergeant. [The recording stops.]
  21. PETTY OFFICER AUDREY SONG - AS STAFF SERGEANT JENNIFER HAYES - JH The following recording contains the voices of two women; one with an Irish accent, and one without. AS: This is in regards to a deployment you participated on during the twelfth of June, 2298. You were sent to investigate a 'site' that held interest to Military Intelligence. Do you recall what I'm speaking of? JH: Well I remember it pretty well. First was that informant that ran the fuck away. Then our long walk to the middle of a desert to find that alien structure. The odd pillars going skyward in a circle like pattern with differing sizes in an order to them. Then the middle of the pillars was a slab like a sarcophagus. To me it looked like a weapon or grave site in the beginning. Once we were inside of the site, it gave off a terrible vibe and didn't feel right. Upon investigating it, it knocked everyone out once someone picked up a small object on the slab. Then seeing the visions... AS: Go on. JH: The visions were Skinnies fighting each other and a large civil war from the looks of it. Then I woke up with my head wanting to kill me. When I passed out, my head hit a pillar rather hard, even with a helmet on. Then I ordered everyone to leave the site right away. Get away from it as soon as possible. Also Verbeck was telling me that she had reason to believe to leave that moment. Then upon leaving some one was having issues because they picked up an artifact. So we only made it up the hill from the site before we had to send two back to try and return the artifact. Then once it was returned we called for a dropship and left. AS: Yes... Staff Sergeant Verbeck and Sergeant Young returned the artifact, and then you all absconded and exfiltrated. Did anything else that you might think would be beneficial for the record happen after that, or were there no further instances of any psychic phenomena? JH: Just the normal skinnie nightmare but that just might be me. I have a troubled past with them. AS: Can you elaborate on what you felt a little bit more once you came into contact with the site? AS: Sensations of... dread... being watched... Did you experience anything like that? JH: At first it was a hum like, then it did turn into that. I felt the need to leave for awhile. Like I wasn't supposed to be there and we were wrong in being there. JH: The place glowed an odd color too. AS: Can you describe the artifact's physical appearance? Would you say it's around fourteen inches in length, as far as dimensions? JH: Oh, that one. I did not get a good look at it as for small detail. It was small like an idol. Fourteen inches sounds about right. JH: Probably supposed to look like one of them or something. AS: Any other details that you feel might be pertinent to the investigation that caught your attention during the deployment? JH: I think I said all I remember....There was a ghost like being after the visions. Speaking in an unknown language. It looked like a skinnie. AS: Showed up after you came to from the first 'vision?' JH: Yes. Ontop of the slab AS: Do you recall seeing anything like this during your deployment? JH: That was in the sky the whole time I believe. I remember looking at it once and then ignoring it. AS: Right. I believe that's all we'll be needing from you then, Staff Sergeant, if you've nothing further to add. JH: That is all, Ma'am. AS: Very good. Door's unlocked, I believe you know the way out. Thank you, Staff Sergeant. [The recording stops.]
  22. Orwell

    A Collection of Images of Fat Mice

    shut up, weakling
  23. PETTY OFFICER AUDREY SONG - AS SERGEANT TRAVIS YOUNG - TY The following recording contains two voices; one male, and one female. AS: Are there any other questions I can answer for you before we begin? TY: I am satisfied. AS: Very well. As I believe you'll recall, you were tasked with investigating a site of interest we had picked for Alpha company. We've reconstructed a timeline, and have a sizeable trove of information about what happened that day thanks to the testimonies of your colleagues. We're missing information from a few more people- you being one of them. You were mentioned several times in prior testimonies. Frankly, this meeting is overdue. AS: So, I want you to tell me what happened once you made physical contact with the site. I want you to walk me through what happened once you physically -saw- the site. Any details, however minor they may seem, may prove to be useful to our investigation. Whenever you're ready. TY: The site was located in a remote location where no other structures were observed. There was what appeared to be a hole in the ground, or a cavern or rubble of some kind off to the side. As far as I know we never got around to checking that area; If I had to guess it might have been filled with the remains of other beings. When we approached the location we all felt fairly uneasy, and there was a heavy tension in the air. I felt it in the recesses of my mind almost immediately. AS: Go on. TY: I was not apart of the NCO's that were investigating the structure, I was in charge of a smaller squad that took a position on the outskirts of the structure defending it from possible incursions. We had been attacked by a small number of Arachnids on the way there so I felt it prudent to have at least one NCO who was paying attention for attack. The weather started to pick up, so one of the Staff Sergeants-- I can't remember which ordered us back into the structure itself. AS: Can you describe the structure? Its physical appearance? TY: The structure appeared to have smaller monoliths black or dark in color approximately six feet three inches in length. They barely reached my height. They protruded neatly, and perfectly straight from the ground upwards and seemed to have no design, or adornments what so ever. In four different locations around the site where large curved "Tusk" like liths that streched up into the sky as if trying to tear it open. In the center was what looked liek a casket, or coffin with something laying on the top of it. I did not get a good look at the item; Directly above the casket about eight feet up a small blue pulse would emit every few seconds out in a perfect circle. Dissapate, then start all over again. AS: What happened once you drew closer to the site upon being ordered in? TY: Other than the nervous tension nothing was really out of the ordinary. Up until suddenly I was taken with a massive head ache, and dropped. I was hit with a psychic wave that challenges, or surpasses anything I have ever encountered in the field. It showed me images of a raging battlefield that had occured sometime ago. The Images seemed to show a strange likeness to our current surroundings. It was then I found out who probably put the Megalith there; The skinnes. Images of them in a grueling, and sustained combat roiled through my brain. Casualties, death, gunfire, explosions.. Screaming. It was all as if I was laying on the ground in this battlefield witnessing it rage around me. AS: How long would you say this lasted? TY: As soon as we came to my .. training kicked in. I checked my watch noting that fifteen minutes had passed while I was unconscious. AS: Once you came to, what did you see? TY: The first thing I looked for was my Squad, then outwards from the Megalith looking for enemies. Anything that posed an immediate threat to myself, and my men. I didn't find any of course but during my search a bright light shone behind me; Though there were many Troopers around me, I turned around to look anyway. I saw standing on the casket where the item /USED/ to be, was a Skinny in an intricate set of uniform and armor. The light was blinding, and I had to shield most of it with my hand. TY: It started to speak out towards us but not in any language any of us recognized. It screamed it at us as if in out rage. It was then that I noticed Staff Sergeant Bently had picked up the item on the top of the Coffin. AS: About fourteen inches in length, looked as though it was shaped from bone? TY: I honestly never got even the slightest look at it. AS: What happened after that? TY: I was very wound up. I was freaking out mainly because I was attacked by something I could not defend against. As an Ex-OSW that never leaves me in a good position. I turned away from it all and almost robotically scanned around us for contacts of some kind, anything that I can physically deal with. I almost killed a Trooper who grabbed me from behind; It was a close thing, and luckily she was not hurt. After several moments of watching for threats we were ordered away from the site up a hill. AS: You... absconded from the site after that. Staff Sergeant Bently, he retained the artifact you had mentioned. Our reports suggest you had an interaction with him- he was under duress after leaving. Can you elaborate on that? TY: We were returning to the LZ when suddenly a halt was ordered, and something was wrong with Bently. My Squad was behind the other two squads, and closest to the Command team that was lagging behind. We held in front, but too far away to see what was going on until I gave the order for my squad to form a perimeter around them for safety. It was then I noticed that Staff Sergeant Bently had the item in his back pack, and it was removed by Staff Sergeant Verbeck. It wsa decided that it needed to be returned, but no one in particular was stepping up to do the job. So I volunteered. AS: You took the artifact back to the site. What happened once you returned it? TY: I did not end up taking the item physically it was carried by Staff Sergeant Verbeck who ordered me to return with her to the site. When we returned the .. being was already there standing on the coffin watching us. It gets hazy at this point I am unsure if she returned it before, or after.. but I was personally attacked by the being. It entered my mind, and it was like it was crushing my head with a vicegrip. I fell to the floor screaming in immense pain thinking I was just going to die; but it spoke to me instead of killing me. The only word I managed to remember, or that stuck was .. Hubris. AS: Hubris? TY: Yes, Hubris. After my mind finally registered the entire event I recognized what the Megalith actually was. It was a memorial to either the buried there, or to the battle that raged. I don't know who the figure was exactly but he was obviously prominent. I think we desecrated the site with out presence, and then removal of the significant artifact. The Megatlith defended itself probably in a automated way rather than transcendant. AS: After that, you left the AO without further incident? TY: I was messed up after the second attack, and could barely register my own name for several hours. I was half walking half dragged back to the Dropship; my mind was in shambles and I had pain for several hours after the event until I eventually rested in my bunk during the rest of the night. TY: But nothing happened that I can remember. AS: Yes, we've seen some residual effects from the encounter with a few other troopers we spoke to. None of them were permanently afflicted, however. AS: I think that's all we need from you, Sergeant. Unless you've anything else you believe might be helpful to the investigation to add? TY: Uh, during the initial pulling back into the Megalith for weather I reached out to touch one of the "Tusks." It hummed strangly, but I figured that was because of some hidden mechanics below or something. AS: Very well. [The recording stops.]