SCP #: XXXX
Object class: Keter (until further notice)
Special containment procedures:Since SCP: XXXX is a subterranean structure it is extremely difficult to contain. SCP:XXXX's size is unknown and several entry locations have been discovered all over Italy. It is also extremely difficult to study SCP:XXXX due to several instances of SCP: XXXX-1. Currently all known entrances to SCP:XXXX are sealed and protected by armed guards. Currently all expeditions into SCP:XXXX are to include 10 extra armed guards, equipped with anti-stab vests and armor as well as riot shields and stun guns.
Description: SCP:XXXX is an extensive ancient Roman catacomb of unknown date. Several artifacts found within SCP:XXXX point towards [REVISE]political anarchy, (though some artifacts such as gold coins imprinted with portraits of Caesar on it) means that the construction of SCP:XXXX stretches up to the Byzantine empire[REVISE].
Military Contractor Dawson █████████
Deep red military Co.
Male, 35 years of age
Extensive campaign in the Ukrainian war and limited work in Iraq. worked as a private military contractor or PMC for 15 years now, expertise includes urban warfare, tactical combat, recon and long range weapons.
They told me to make a journal with my thoughts. Said it would help me thought the hard times, whatever the fuck that means. I guess i will, i mean Dr. Casper said it was a good idea to do so and so did agent ██████ and agent ██████, who also told me that no one even looks at this shit anyway. I guess it doesn't mean much you know? Shit, what am i even doing talking to myself. Well the Foundation seems to have their shit down, said they needed extra help with this "skip" don't know why they needed PMC's to help em out. Anyway they said i would be briefed more the next day.
They gave me my suit, i think i surprised them when i told them that i knew it was state of the art composite armor, plates are for shitheads. The vest is composite titanium rods and small outer fillings of led, the titanium "plates" is made out of stacked triangle shaped rods, 3 main pieces make up the chest plate the rods form 3 triangles. There are 5 titanium rods making up the leg and arm braces all inside a standard triple layer kevlar suit. Some of my friends have used the full body versions, that shit stopped a fucking RPG-7 for one of my mates who were in Ukraine. Well i get the fucking cheap version, but its still better than some kevlar bullshit. They also gave me a rifle, and a helmet that has built in comm system and 2 head torch implants. They told me all this bullshit about how i was "the best person for the job" and "your expertise is in not asking to many questions about shit that should really have questions". I told them to cut to the chase, that i didn't want a bunch of horseshit. Well tomorrow i head out to Italy for this mission, who fucking knows what its gunna be, told me i would be briefed on the way there.
Not only is it a laser gun but this gun has fucking recharging ammo once you reconnect the particle pipe to the red motherboard. The gun recycles spent energy in its cells to drain power from the "venting" system, the venting fans power the battery and produce 5 times the energy to power them. Of course i had to bypass security protocols on it but they apparently didn't know i worked in intelligence. Turns out i looked into the helmet and found hidden programs to watch vitals, brain activity, 3 cameras, motion trackers, combat tactics, GPS and even a fucking small shaped explosive. What the fuck is going on with this "foundation"?
I disabled the explosive charge then took it out. Its a small shaped charge that when detonated, a plastic cap breaks and releases THERMAL PASTE, this shit is expensive as hell, The foundation has a lot of funding for sure. Im keeping this shit for myself i might as well make the most amount of profit. If anything maybe it will come in handy.
I have had a ton of shit to process, a group called the Church of the Broken God is guarding an ancient roman catacomb, they told me a bunch of bullshit about when it was from and something like a emperor or something, who cares. The thing i care about is the Church, they told me they would be heavily armed, i guess that explains why we came in an armor VTOL warship, but i have heard about them before. Once we were almost hired by a monk claiming to be part of "The Church of Broken God". They wanted to hire us, but ended up hiring another group. The thing is they never came back. Im supposed to be part of a group that does a fly over and assess the encampment. The fucking priests are going to feel the fist of god.
They also gave me this stupid fucking language crunch lesson. Apparently they really want me to know ancient latin and some shit, ill never be using this shit.
We are going to be doing a fly over to assess our enemies position, shit like their weaponry and such. Im stoked for this hopefully ill see some exchange between the Church and the Foundation. The plan is to go in and let the VTOL's take the heat, then provided the VTOl's cant raze the enemy the foundation has some warbirds on standby. It gunna be one heck of a firework show, anyway ill switch to video feed once we get over.
VIDEO LOG: 3/19, 1500 hours:
Shaky video feed shows a military encampment, 3 hangars several tents and barracks. The base is surrounded by a small wall with static defenses position around it, sever AA turrets are dotted around the camp. streams of tracer rounds are seen flying towards the camera accompanied by the methodic sound of artillery. The camera turns to Agent ██████ and can hear him shouting "The pilot is taking us down closer!" a thumbs up is seen in front of the camera, the camera then turns back to the battle. The VTOl is descending now closer to the battle, surface to air SAM's are seen pounding the Churches base. Commotion is heard over the din of battle "FUCK FUCK RPG! FUCK, INCOMING RIGHT SIDE RIGHT SIDE" the camera is shaking to much to make out whats going on. A muted explosion is heard followed by fire springing up in the cockpit.
End of log.
3/19 1600 hours:
Reporting casualties of pilot Ace Baldwin and the rest of the fire team, Agent ███████ and ███████ are fine, i only sprained my ankle in the crash. We are going to move into the compound, out destination is marked on the map, time to recover whatever the fuck the foundation wants.
3/19 1650 hours:
Shot up 2 assholes and captured another, some egghead who claims he is a "priest" for the "Broken god". I don't know where the fuck our objective is. Agent ██████ said our actual objective is inside the catacombs instead of just securing it. I decided to wait until we got more men down here to back me up.
3/19 1732 hours:
Got a radio message from O5, apparently they are the big shit. They told me agents ██████, ██████ and ██████ to go into this catacomb to retrieve and "SCP" whatever the fuck that is, i never payed attention in orientation. Im taking this fucking priest with me down into the catacomb, theres something he's not telling us about it, man he's gunna regret hiding shit from me.
VIDEO LOG 2 3/19 1752 hours:
Camera is focused on a man in a white priest gown, tied to a chair. He is visibly bruised and several lacerations dot his arms and face, he is currently being interrogated by Dawson"Your not telling me everything are you asshat? tell me!". Agent ██████ can be heard telling Dawson to calm down. "Well you know what fuckface? you're coming with me down into the catacombs!"
The priest visibly pales and struggles to get out of his bonds, screaming "NO NO PLEASE, ITS DANGEROUS DOWN THERE PLEASE". Dawson starts to beat the priest, shouting "SHUTTHEFUCKUP AND SUCK IT UP!"
End of log.
3/19 1812 hours:
Man i showed him, i think the priest practically shitted himself he said we would need gas masks and rebreathers to breathe down in the catacombs, said the air was unbreathable in most parts of the catacombs. Some of our eggheads told me it was because of long it has been sealed, only the parts that have been patrolled by the church. Hopefully tomorrow we will sort this shit out and see how bad this catacomb actually is.
3/20 0200 hours
Alright we are going to be heading into the catacombs at 0400, i'm stoked for this shit, the priest said that they have lost a ton of "disciples" to unknown groups of enemies moving throughout the catacombs. Agent ██████ is betting on some ghost while ██████ is betting on zombies, i swear if its zombies i'm gunna kill someone, i'm not here to shoot some fucking zombies id rather fucking kill some ghosts and shit.
AUDIO LOG 3 3/20, 0400 hours:
Dawson:Alright respond team.
████ and ███████: Check, check, okay move up in in, copy that, door is open repeat door is open, command do you copy?
Dawson: Holy shit it looks scary, thats for sure, doc you getting this?
Dr.████████: Amazing, something so old preserved so well, get closer Dawson.
Dawson: Confirmed gimme a sec doc.
Priest: please lets go back, please please please.
Priest: Ow fuck you don't have to kick me.
████: lets move this shit along.
████████: You first then.
Dawson: Entering… SHIT its so cold, it must be like fucking 2 degrees.
Priest: straight ahead, then to the left through 2 corridors will be as far as we have gone.
Dawson: Alright, everyone check comms again and your cameras. Doc you got us?
Dr.████████: All working except yours Dawson.
Dawson: fuck me, what the hell is that
Priest: There are things down here that modern weaponry cant combat.
████: He's… it's ripped apart?
Dr.█████████: ██████████ get a close up look at it.
██████████: Okedoke doctor.
Dr.█████████: Wait a minute… is he cut? am i seeing this right ██████████?
██████████:Yep you're seeing it right, poor sods nearly been cut limb from limb.
Dawson: Beautiful, now lets keep moving.
-30 minutes elapse with only mandatory radio chatter-
Dr.████████: Hello? Hello? anyone there? Why have you not responded?
Dawson: Doc? Doc? we're here.
██████████: Maybe theres interference?
Dr.████████: Team! Respond! Whats going on? I only hear static! WHATS GOING ON? command reporting lost contact, repeat reporting lost contact!
Command: *static* *repeat?* *static*
MTF-19: SPFRU come in! This is MTF-19-*static* *unintelligible* *static*
████: I would guess interference, shit we're alone now.
Dawson: lets get our asses back then.
██████████: HOLY FUCK!
████: What? What the fuck?
Priest: Are those… bodies? stuck on pikes?
████: OK only way to go is forward i guess, ██████████ keep trying to raise doc.
██████████: Roger that.
████: Ok mr.priest where do we go?
Priest: There is a bunker we set up in the farthest part of the catacombs, at least the parts we have explored.
████: You're not fucking with us?
Priest: theres no other way i'm getting out of this alive without you guys.
Dawson: Awww really? i think i'm tearing up!
████: Cut the shit.
Dawson: You got it boss!
Dr.████████: Team! *static* Respond! ████ whats going on down there!
████: Yes doctor you can hear you!
Dr.████████: What *static* hell happened? *static*
(25 minutes radio silence elapse)
MTF-19: MAYDAY MAYDAY, HOSTILES! 50 METERS AND CLOSING! COMMAND PLEASE ADVISE
Command: *static* Negative! *static* hold you're *static*
████: MTF-19 Come in! This is SPFRU Samson!
MTF-19: CASUALTY! CASUALTY! WEAPONS OUT! REPEAT WEAPONS OUT!
MTF-19: *gunshots* FUCK! HEAVY CASUALTIES! *gunshots* *TERRAMQUE PERDITORUM * *gunshots*
Priest: We must go now! i can feel something coming! something very bad! WE MUST GO
Unknown:*unintelligible* SIT… ERIT… TIBI… DAMNATUS *unintelligible*
Priest: WE MUST GO NOW! we must get to the bunker now! WE ARE GOING TO DIE IF WE GO BACK! we must leave. I can feel a great presence, the broken god does not want us here!
██████████: Don't have to tell me twice!
████: Double time it! Come on!
Dawson: Fuck! FUCK!
██████████: Is that a fucking roman soldier?!?
Unknown: *unintelligible* Ave Caesaris ! *unintelligible*
████: They aren't affected by bullets!
AUDIO FEED DETERIORATES TO STATIC FOR 30 MINUTES INTERRUPTED BY GUNSHOTS, AROUND 25 MINUTE MARK THE MESSAGE BELOW IS HEARD.
MTF-19: CODE RED! CODE RED!
AUDIO LOG ENDS
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