Chapter 4: Lambda 3 Out!

Falmart, 02:32 AM, Local Time.

MTF operatives fire their SR-Ruger Assault rifles towards the flares that have been launched to mark the enemy's positions, tanks fire their gun, sending high-explosive rounds at the enemy position. The enemy has attempted to attack the base in the middle of the night, they managed not to alert the Camera operator and Movement Tracker operator until they are 500 meters away. Fortunately, the barbed wire has held their advance, keeping them at bay, now, it's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Screams yet again, but this time obscured by gunfire and tanks firing their gun.

Back at Site 17

They successfully drop off the D-Class Personnel back to Site 17 without complications, as per usual. For their successful mission, they are allowed to take a small break in the staff lounge inside the facility, a nice, Air Condition room after 2 hours inside a metal vehicle outside in the scorching sun. Terry entered the lounge and already feel relaxed, there's a lot of people inside the lounge having a break. Scientists to Tactical Response Officers.

He approached one of the many vending machines and bought a cold and refreshing drink when buying his drink, he is approached by someone else. "Hey, Terry… how's the trip?" it's Senior Researcher Ryan.

He picks up the can from the vending machine. "It's not a nice one." He opened the can and takes a sip. "Going out in a metal box in the middle of the Nevada Dessert, not great at all."

Ryan chuckles, he inserted a quarter into the vending machine and buys himself a drink. "You've heard of SCP-4902?" Ryan asked.

Terry, with a curious face, he answers. "Yeah, what about it?"

"There's a battle going on on the other side…" Ryan picks up a can of soda from the vending machine. "Are you not interested?"

"Nope!" Terry confidently said. "not now, not ever…" he drinks from the can, but he's been thinking, how can a god… be creating a portal that connects other dimensions… adding more species onto their world is obvious but nothing else? No tech, no wealth? What a weird motive.

"Anyway Terry." Ryan gave Terry documents. "New assignment, you need to ask SCP-343 more about SCP-4902 tonight."

Much, Much Later. Falmart, 06:23 AM, Local Time

The General waited until it's morning to send out a cleanup crew, a weird decision as the smell is unbearable. He stepped onto the battlefield, part of the cleanup crew. Second Lieutenant Richard Vulcan, a member of MTF Unit Lambda-3.

Behind his gas mask, he is disgusted by the sight. Bodies rotting, crows' caws and vultures feed on the dead bodies, it's horrible. "Hey, Richard! Check this out!" One of his squadmates calls for him from the distance. He jogs over to see what's up.

"What's up, Josh?" He asked his squadmate, Corporal Josh. He sees Josh holding a sword, the enemy's weapon, but it's curved and he can see some pattern carved into it. "Found anything interesting?"

Josh cleans the sword with a clean cloth, the pattern looks much clearer. "This sword is a scimitar from the 9th Century, this is a rare found" Josh explained.

"How about these patterns… Does a normal scimitar have these carved on their blades?" Richard asked.

Josh inspects the weapon further. "No, but I think it's an officer's weapon." Josh then looks down at the body where he found the sword in his hand, he's wearing a much more decorated green armor than the rest that's around.

"Hey, you two! These bodies aren't going to bury themselves, help me put them in that big hole." Sergeant Larry yelled at them, old and frail, but still has some fight in him.

Richard stands back up. "Yes sir…" he said unenthusiastically, knowing that he has a higher rank than him, he proceeds to help Larry carry 7 bodies into the hole, their metal armor makes them heavier and hard to carry. When he's about to move another body by himself, he decided to call Josh. "Hey, Josh! Get over here!"

Josh, being called by his commanding officer ran over. "Yes, sir, what do you need?"

Richard squats, and Josh does the same. "Do you ever see this flag before?" The soldier holds a small flag of a bird in a diamond white cloth surrounded by purple.

Josh quickly inspects the flag. "No… But what's this in his other hand." He saw something sticking out from the dead soldier's arm, he picks it up and gives it to Richard.

Richard sees its content, it's a letter. It reads. "Me, a soldier of the Kingdom of Elbe, have died in glorious battle, I wish my sacrifice was not in vain." Richard tilts his head; the letter mentions a kingdom. "Josh, do you know anything about… "The Kingdom of Elbe"?"

"I don't know about the kingdom part, but the Elbe is the name of a river in Northern Germany of which source is from the Czech Republic." Strange… Why would a kingdom in a different world mention a river in Germany, even make it into your Kingdom's name?" Maybe they have a connection with Germany, I don't know." Josh shrugged, then proceed to carry the body to the hole.

Richard removes his gas mask, it's very heavy to his head. "I should report this." He puts the letter into his chest pouch until from behind him… Someone yelled.

"WE GOT A SURVIVOR!" Finally! A survivor! Many MTF operatives would rush to the location, Richard did the same. Once he arrived, the survivor looked so young… 16 to 17 years old. "Medic! We need a medic!" A medic would arrive and start treating the survivor.

"His ribs are broken, bone fractures on his feet, and a broken arm from the looks of it." The medic would then carry the survivor to a medic truck and sent back to the FOB for treatment.

Richard sighs, he can't think how these men's families will react to hear that their husband and father died from a meaningless and bloody battle. "Richard, put on your gas mask you might contract a disease." One MTF suggested.

He then puts his gas mask back on, he makes his way back to the FOB to report his discovery.

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Site 17

Terry is walking back to SCP-343's containment cell to ask more questions, he's enthusiastic to talk with God but have grown tired with the topic. All he hears all day is people talking about SCP-4902 and the supposed battle happening inside, he can only sigh.

He then knocks on the door… No answer, he knocks again… Still no answer. He swipes his keycard onto the keycard reader and goes in. But SCP-343 is nowhere to be found, not on his chair, not on his bed, not under the rug, nowhere.

Terry sighs. "he can't go that far; I'll just wait here." He sat down on the armchair and decided to read one of the books SCP-343 has in his collection, the book title is "The Human Mind and its Complexity." He opens the book and started to read it.

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Falmart, the God Realm

Hardy watches as the battle comes to an end, another failure in destroying the foreign army. These people from across the gate possess powerful weapons and useful tools, a black stave that can bolt magic forward at a fast rate, big iron elephants that spit fire, flying metal Pegasus, there's no way the Empire will stand a chance against these people.

But she is happy… With the death of the Empire, another age will be born, her only concern is their technology. But what is their motive coming to Falmart? Wealth? Land? Slaves? She cannot think of anything these people would want.

All she can do is wonder, how these people will affect the land. But she then has this feeling of being watched, she stands up from her seat and looked around, scanning the area for someone. "Who's there! Show yourself!"

A figure with white clothes moves forward. "Hardy… You have grown…" Him… What is he doing here?

"You… What are you doing here and what do you want!?" Hardy asked in an angry tone.

God shook his head. "I'm disappointed to see my children have hated their father, their creator."

Hardy growls and takes a step back. "I am not your child!" She yelled.

God chuckles. "Oh… What great memory we share-"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" Hardy cuts him off.

God puts his head down, disappointed. "I order you to not interfere with the SCP Foundation in their attempt to catch the big Lizard that has come across your gate." He explained with a low voice.

Hardy gritted her teeth. "What's going to happen if I don't comply?" She challenged 343.

"Then you will perish…" God coldly says.

Hardy looked surprised. "Is it by your hands!?"

God shook his head once more and hold up his left arm. "The Foundation will… That is all, I see you next time my child." He would then poof into smoke.

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Falmart, the God Realm

Hardy watches as the battle comes to an end, another failure in destroying the foreign army. These people from across the gate possess powerful weapons and useful tools, a black stave that can bolt magic forward at a fast rate, big iron elephants that spit fire, flying metal Pegasus, there's no way the Empire will stand a chance against these people.

But she is happy… With the death of the Empire, another age will be born, her only concern is their technology. But what is their motive coming to Falmart? Wealth? Land? Slaves? She cannot think of anything these people would want.

All she can do is wonder, how these people will affect the land. But she then has this feeling of being watched, she stands up from her seat and looked around, scanning the area for someone. "Who's there! Show yourself!"

A figure with white clothes moves forward. "Hardy… You have grown…" Him… What is he doing here?

"You… What are you doing here and what do you want!?" Hardy asked in an angry tone.

God shook his head. "I'm disappointed to see my children have hated their father, their creator."

Hardy growls and takes a step back. "I am not your child!" She yelled.

God chuckles. "Oh… What great memory we share-"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" Hardy cuts him off.

God puts his head down, disappointed. "I order you to not interfere with the SCP Foundation in their attempt to catch the big Lizard that has come across your gate." He explained with a low voice.

Hardy gritted her teeth. "What's going to happen if I don't comply?" She challenged 343.

"Then you will perish…" God coldly says.

Hardy looked surprised. "Is it by your hands!?"

God shook his head once more and hold up his left arm. "The Foundation will… That is all, I see you next time my child." He would then poof into smoke.

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Rimmy stands before his unit, Lambda-3. "Alright listen up! We will be conducting reconnaissance of the surrounding villages… well, more of asking questions rather than recon." Laughs came from the unit. "You all will be split up into teams, of course, I will be with Digby, Scarmu, Slorch, and Livesy. Our callsign will be Lambda 3-1 "Earth" remember that"

Rimmy continues to brief his unit and who is with who, Richard is Lambda 3-4 Jupiter. He's teamed up with Josh, Larry, Cassie, and Roomy. Out of everyone else, their nicknames are the most normal ones.

"That's everyone, link up with your team, get your gear and get your vehicle running hot, we're leaving in 2 hours" Rimmy dismissed everyone and they meet with their team, Richard is of course Team Leader as he is the highest rank out of them all. Josh will be the main translator, even though they already learned the language there might be a few miscommunications so Josh Is there to stop or prevent that.

Larry will be the radio operator; he will keep in touch with the rest of Lambda-3 and report anything of interest in their mission. He will also need to report anything that is of high importance.

Cassie is the team medic; she will, of course, treat anyone injured in the team or when local primitive populace requires necessary medical attention.

Roomy is the driver; he, of course, drove the vehicle the team is using.

They are gathered in the Lambda-3 Armory, other teams already grabbed their needed gear for the mission so it's empty. They wear their usual black uniforms, their ballistic Kevlar vest, helmets, face mask, detachable night vision goggles on the helmet. "What the fuck!? Roomy how the fuck did you do that?" The group turned around to see Roomy holding a rocket launcher with a flashlight.

"What the fuck? Did you just glue that on there?" Richard asked confused as of how he managed to attach a flashlight onto a rocket launcher.

Roomy chuckles. "If Commander Rimmy can do it I can too!" He said his excuse of why he attached a flashlight on a rocket launcher.

"Okay that's funny, put that in the back of the Humvee."

They finished gearing up after one hour and gathers on the gate waiting for the mission to start, their route will include them entering the jungle, judging from the distance and the current time of day they will arrive in the forest at night. "This is Saturn radio check with the rest of the unit, over," Larry asked over the radio.

The radio crackles to life and Rimmy answered. "This is Earth Actual we hear you loud and clear Saturn."

After a few minutes of waiting for their radio crackles to life again. "All teams this is Earth Actual, we will be starting the mission in 10 minutes. When you finished sweeping the villages in your route, we will rendezvous at the crossroad 20 kilometers North of the FOB" Rimmy explained over the radio.

"This is Saturn copy that Earth Actual we'll be leaving in 9 minutes"

"Well… What do you guys expect to find out here other than dragons?" Josh asked the team.

Cassie thinks. "Well… Considering what I've seen, an apocalyptic wasteland… But this is cool too." Cassie answered.

"I don't expect anything… I just thought it would be another boring world we have to secure…" Larry answered flatly.

They talked for 8 minutes until the radio comes back online. "Alright, all teams this is Earth Actual… The mission is a go!"

Everyone gets inside the Humvee and Roomy started the engines, they rolled out of the FOB hoping to find some answers about this world and where SCP-682 is

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The view is beautiful, low green grass, nice warm morning, no telephone poles blocking the way, or an anomaly trying to kill them. "This is a nice change of pace" Richard commented on the nice scenery outside.

"Yep… Last time we were deployed it was against SCP-4322, and Rimmy almost died." Josh replied.

"That's Commander Rimmy to you." Larry corrects Josh when he calls Commander Rimmy only by his name.

Josh chuckles. "Sorry boss…"

Cassie is watching over the Kant Counter, the Hume levels here is higher than average. "That's weird, the Hume levels are too high here… Could it be there's a reality bender nearby?" She asked for the rest of the team.

Richard looked back. "Let me see." Richard gets it from Cassie and reads the nearby Hume levels. "That is strange… but there's no one else here…" Richard smacks the Kant counter a few times but the levels stay the same. "I don't know, we'll have to check back later." Richard gave the counter back to Cassie.

They've been driving for a few minutes; their stop is a village called Coda Village. Gamma-4's reconnaissance recorded the villager's activities for a day, and sees nothing out of the ordinary, just people doing their jobs, children playing in the square, and women chatting. "This is Lambda-3-3 "Mars" we are encountering primitive resistance, all unit advise caution proceeding onwards, over.." One other team reported over the radio.

"Oh, shit- "The vehicle suddenly stopped, startling everyone.

Richard rubs his nose. "Roomy the fuck! Why did we stop!?" He furiously asked. The Corporal.

Roomy points at the side of the road. "Look… there's a body…"

Richard noticed it and exited the vehicle; he approached the body and inspect it. The body has been rotting for days, its skin is pale and bits of its skin and flesh is already rotted away, he would reached-over with his arm to feel the skin texture, but the body suddenly grabbed Richard's hand. Richard in response pulls away and shot his Ruger at the body three times on the head, the rest of the team goes out of the vehicle.

"Lieutenant! Are you ok?" Cassie asked looking for any injuries.

Richard gulped. "I'm fine Cassie… Shit…"

"What is that? A sort of zombie?" Josh asked himself out loud trying to identify what the thing was.

Richard stands back up. "Not just any type of zombie…"

Administrator Office

"Transport the Demi-Humans to the Wilson's Wildlife Solutions, according to the Boring Agreement they may handle Safe or Euclid Fauna based anomalies. We got our hands full to keep the Demi-Humans in our facilities, get MTF Beta-4 to handle the transportation of the Demi-Humans to the Clackamas County, and inform the WWS we got a shipment coming in." The Administrator talked over the phone with one of the O5-Council members.

The Wilson's Wildlife Solutions, a publicly funded wildlife service based in Clackamas county, Oregon, specifically in the town of Boring. The Foundation has acknowledged the WWS's existence since 1999, it took 9 years until the Ursus Maritimus Incident in 2008, that's where their existence is fully recognized and a relationship between the WWS and the SCP Foundation started.

"Besides, they'll know more than we do, they dedicated their work on studying Fauna so of course, they'll understand the Demi-Humans," The Administrator explained. The last few days, handling prisoners from SCP-4902 has been, straining. Complaints of Nobles, and soldiers being put together with the Demi-Humans, the facilities are getting crowded, and riots, but they don't do any significant damage.

"The rest of them? Execute the soldiers, we don't need them, as for the Nobles convert them into D-Class and spread them out, but if any of them shows any kind of misbehavior, execute them…"

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"All callsigns this is Jupiter Actual be advised…" Richard says over the radio, calling other recon teams of Lambda-3. "We found an instance of SCP-049-2 on the side of the road, it is possible that SCP-049 has crossed over."

Immediately he gets more transmission from the other teams, phrases like "What the fuck how did he get here!?" to. "Come to the fuck on!" He knows that Lambda-3 is not professional when on radios so he let all of these slip by, the only one who sounds calm is Earth Actual, Commander Rimmy. "Understood… I will report back to MTF Command about your discovery, great work Jupiter Actual"

Josh squats down and inspects the instance. "You sure it's 049-2? This is a whole new world…" Josh asked Richard.

Richard puts down his radio. "No doubt about it, those warts and the cut mark from the chest down to the stomach. He's been busy, and probably on a killing spree…"

"What do we do with that?" Roomy refers to the dead body on the side of the road. "Do we just leave it there?"

Richard thinks for a second… And then he sighs. "Leave it there, can't bother bringing it inside the Humvee" He is right, they can't spare room in the Humvee for a dead body. "Other teams will come by in the future, alright… Let's get back on the road!" Richard enters the Humvee as well as the rest of his team.