08-22-2018, 03:59 AM
(08-22-2018, 12:51 AM)Dragonstrike Wrote:
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The OD woman is sitting in front of the computer, staring into the camera with hollow, dead eyes and with hands tightly clasped together. Her face was haggard and emancipated, withered by both stress and grief. She was also shivering from the cold, though that seemed more than an involuntary reaction than any actual effort put into it on her part. In the background, you could see the bodies of the two men, and barely the woman who snapped her own neck.
"Biological Research Log #127, recorded on X/X/XX. Researcher recording Log: Alexandra Wilkens."
She says this all in tired, clinical, and defeated tone, as if only an experiment she'd worked all night on resulted in failure, rather than the predicament she was in.
"For the record, and anyone who is composing a timeline of this incident, it has been roughly three weeks of the date of this log since the Outbreak from West Sector 2nd Floor, were the security measures in place failed and all the Nuclear and Research Pokemon were released and swiftly spread throughout the faciility. Cause of this is unknown, but I hypothesized that one or several high clearance Researchers deliberately committed sabotage to compromise the containment area and access corridors, as they are the only one that has access and authorization to enter WS2, and the ability or knowledge necessary to override the security measures in place. Reasons for doing this is unknown, but it is my sincerest wish that whomever responsible has died the most horrific death imaginable by this point in time."
"Communications from within and outside of the NRF have also been cut off, which prevented the security task force from being able to coordinate and suppress the Outbreak before it had escalated beyond any measure of containment. The entrance and exits of the NRF has also been sealed off from the inside out, with no known clearance level able to force the doors open, prevent us from sending an SOS to the National Guard. Security Camera feeds are still active, but everyone in charge or had access to them has had their privlages rescinded, and the feeds are encrypted, preventing us from knowing what is going, but not for whomever hi-jacked them. The Labs and rooms themselves, however, have not been sealed beyond the standard clearance levels installed on them, though that hardly matters at this point in time, as everyone that has not holed up in a Clinic or heavily fortified room with supplies is dead by now. In sum....the NRF has been turned in a mouse trap, with everyone in it consigned to death by the feral species that roam the facility, by starvation or dehydration, and/or killing each other as they compete for survival. And it was all an orchestrated, deliberate move on someone or collective part."
She pauses for a moment, hands straining together as she looked downward at them, before she continued, this time in much more quiet, subdued tone.
"....Me and my colleeges managed to secure and barricade ourselves off in this lab by the Cafeteria early on in the Outbreak....though that didn't deter other Researchers trying to gain entry, nor the specimens from trying to get in. Its fortunate that the doors to this lab in particular were upgrade 'recently', or otherwise I....image they would have been breached by now, as what I assume happened to the Cafeteria and the Nutritions Lab. A small blessing......or a great curse, depending on one's perspective."
At this point she smiles, but its so dreadful that even Dark and Ghosts types would find it positively ghastly.
"Prior to this, we tried to access the Clinic by the entrance, which, to those that are watching are unaware, are stocked with enough non perishable food, nutrients, medicine, and healing equipment to last years, have their own generators, and beds. While the last thing may seem insignificant, sleeping in chairs or on top of the worktops here is....hardly a pleasant experience. If it wasn't for the Fire Blankets and small heaters and water baths, me and my colleges would have been liable to freeze to death before the specimens got us or starvation set in. At the very least, the cold will preserve all our bodies for a long time, hopefully long enough for them to still be recognizable for identification once the Outbreak is contained and cleanup is brought in to tidy up."
"But I digress. The Clinic had already been sealed off from the inside by someone, and they refused to let anyone else enter, going so far as to Engage Quarantine Protocols to raise the Security Clearance to Level 3, preventing anyone but the Security Task Force or any Senior Staff from accessing the place. No doubt they were doing this to limit access to food and resources all to themselves, and from a survivalist perspective they choose to act in the most wise and pragmatic manner, but frankly I hope they end up dying in there. They doomed most of the Researchers that tried to flee there with specimens hot on their heels, and they doomed anyone else on this floor to suffer death via predation or eventual starvation, regardless of whether some resort to cannibalism or not. In a fair world, it would only be fitting that they share the same fate as all of us, rather than live through this ordeal and are paid enough hush money by our superiors to live out comfortably for the rest of their days. *Sighs* …But this isn't a fair world we live in. Otherwise, none of this would happen. None of it."
…She laspes into silences for several minutes, clearly exhausted by her admission, before managing to muster up enough will to continue.
"...If anyone watching this is still trying to access the damn Clinic, be they a rescue team, clean up, or a fellow unfortunate survivor of the Outbreak, then I suggest you head over to the Executive and Senior Research Department. Its down the Left Hallway, from the front desk and Entrance, past the Supply and Emergency Transport Elevator, and continuing going left at the interception. One of the private labs or offices in there no doubt has a Level 3 Keycard or higher, if you scrounge around carefully enough. Normally, you need Level 3 Clearance or have temporarily authorization to enter, but I know the Override Code for the doors, due to being close friends with Director Wesker. Its 71250. The only reason I nor my....colleges haven't tried searching for a LV 3 Keycard ourselves to access the Clinic and strangle whomever is in it is that the ESRD is located right next to the access corridor to the West Sector, and therefore is host to the most viscous and explorative Nuclear Specimens that came flooding out of there. We decided that it was......suicidal to try and sneak past them and attempt to find a Keycard there, and elected to wait out the Outbreak here in our secured lab. We had enough supplies to ration for weeks, if we were careful, fresh water from the taps, and were relatively close to the entrance, and therefore close to rescue if....when it comes."
More silence, before she suddenly reaches for the camera, and points it at all the corpses of her colleges.
"....It never did come, though. Not soon enough, at any rate."
…
''....Three days ago, all of my colleges elected to.....commit suicide via their preferred method, once it had been discovered that supplies were estimated to only last one more week for us five to live off on. ...It was also decided that one of us would live instead of dying, as with four of us dead the supplies would last five times longer or.....more, if the whomever was left resorted to cannibalism to supplement their diets. One would live, and survive long enough for rescue to come and deliver their report of the Outbreak, ideally. We drew rulers......and I happened to draw the short one. So here I am now. Giving one last report....before I decide to join my friends."
...
"….I imagine my friend who came up with this plan and convinced the others thought it was a way to make the rest's death a noble sacrfice, rather than the very last and most desperate way to escape the wasting hell that would become their lives in a week's time. A way to at least ensure one of us.....me would have a chance to live through this all. ...But I would hardly call what I am doing now as living. I'm surviving. Surrounded by death, by my dead friends, with almost no hope for escape or salvation. I could continue surviving, and trying to find hope in Pandora's pot.....but I just can't anymore. Not without support. Not....without......my....friends."
By this point, tears have began to stream down her eyes, but her expression was unphazed, as if it was frozen by the cold climate of the lab.
"....So.....I am.....going.....to......kill myself too. I...have a bottle of morphine I managed to obtain before....we all sealed ourselves in here, and there....are....plenty of syringes around here, so that should be a.....pleasant way to go. Before that.....I'm....going to unbar the door to let anyone or.....thing come in here, so they can find this message. Maybe...another survivor more brave than us could get a Keycard, or at least as a....memorial or some sort of record of what happened here.... for the clean up or rescue teams. ….Maybe a specimen could come in, and at least get some use out of all the preserved meat in here. All I just hope for at this point....is that what has happened here isn't forgotten. That at least someone, something will know what happened, and do everything they can to prevent this hell from ever repeating itself. That...is all."
Alexandria then reaches forward for the camera to turn it off/stop recording, but paused long enough to say one last thing.
".....This has been Biological Research Log #127. Researcher Alexandria Wilkens, signing off....."
This said, the video cuts to black a few seconds later.
'…That was......uncomfortable to watch.'
Mew's comment most likely comes as a complete surprise, but from its suddenness and the fact it made her feel strongly enough to unsettle her.
'....At the very least, she has benefited us by leaving crucial information for us in her suicide note, so it was not as if her death was entirely in vain. Small comforts, but there they are.'
...and back to her semi-sociopathic callousness again.
"....We do have an option of saving her, though, if you are willing to sacrifice a Pokémon to preform the Reviving Ritual."
Wait, what now?
"Her and her colleges bodies are almost perfectly preserved by the frigid and sterile conditions of this room, so conducting the Revival Ritual on all of them would be potentially feasible. However, she is the most likely to be successfully resurrected out of all of them, while the rest I am uncertain I could fully Revive without complication, like with Kyubi. She didn't horrible mutilate her body like the others, and the manner of which she choose to commit suicide would have sent her SOUL into a torpor, as she died passed out and therefore it wouldn't know it was dead and move on until the condition of the body is sufficiently altered to 'awaken it'. '
...Okay.
'The benefit of doing this is, beyond moral or beneficent reasons, is that we would have someone that would be able to help us navigate the NRF, find caches or certain Key Items, and more easily locate our target. She could also provide us with more intelligence on what occurred in the NRF before and after the Outbreak, though that is not entirely relevant to our main objective at hand, so its more of tangential benefit than truly useful, unless we can use said information for long term gain. *Mental Shrug* I do not know, so I remain neutral on said information's usefulness until I hear it myself. Well, if I hear it to begin with, that is. We would need to sacrifice a Pokémon in order to do this, and preferably not a Corrupted Nuclear one if its....altered nature rubbed off on them. Or they gain the ability to irradiate Rads. Neither outcome would be nice for us or her, I imagine.'
You think?
' The only Pokémon you have that I assume would be potentially willing to sacrifice without attachment issues getting in the way are Giegeroach, Tarous, Adamantine, Metagross, and....BUZZWOLE. Sacrificing either Adam or Metagross would be ill advised , given their usefulness in and out of the NRF, but if Mab is any president she's liable to inherent their typing and some of their powers, and perhaps part of their personalities, which would make keeping her alive and increase her usefulness accordingly. BUZZWOLE.....its technically dead, but it still has enough.....lifeforce for it to be possible to use it as a sacrifice, but there is.....no telling what on earth or beyond would be the result of using them in the Revival Ritual. No doubt something incredibly powerful....or eldritch. Or both. Giegeroach is useful now, but in the future it will diminish due to her very natural and presence as a Nuclear type, while a human possessing their abilities could use them incognito much more easily. Tauros would be the easiest to sacrifice, due to you never using nor having the inclination to ever do so, and her inheriting some of its Strength and fortitude without the species' temper would be a boon for us and her. Since she would likely become a Normal type as a result of the Ritual, though, she'd gain Rads at a prodigious rate in the NRF, and would have to be constantly monitored and cared for until such a time we could obtain Anti-Radiation equipment for her. '
'Of course, there is always the option to simply leave her dead, and move on without her. It would cost us nothing to do so, and we would not have to look after another person while sweeping the NRF. Its most likely the wisest and most sustainable course of action, but taking it denies us her intelligence, and her a chance at life she otherwise wouldn't get. Apathetic and....focused as I am, I still....dislike the thought of her remaining dead, if only because I view it now as a....pitiful and ironic waste. ...Because of my...indecision, I will leave the choice entirely up to you on whether she is revived or not. That....is all I wish to discuss of this matter, until you make a decision. ...Oh, and you may now summon and talk to me again, since an hour has passed since I enacted my punishment, and therefore it is now over. I should be able to resume using Reflect type at anytime now too, which I would strongly be in favor of. Either than, or Transforming into Metagross or Adamantine. *Mental Shrugging* Whichever is more useful at the present time. '
And with that mouthful, the fickle feline goes silent, leaving you to your thoughts on....what to do about the choice she suddenly dumped into your lap.
...Why can't things ever be simple in you life?
Like the wind, I come and go as I please... but I am always there to provide a comforting breeze.
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~
Online ID: 000650
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~ Online ID: 000650
