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Cargo Containers Quarantine Aspects And Procedures

Item : scp2480 Objekklas: vermoed geneutraliseer Spesiale Inperking Procedure: Dimensionele Navorsing Site13 is gebou aangrensend om Bodfel Manor, ligging van die SCP2480 anomalie. Burgerlikes moet word verhoed toegang die Bodfel Estate deur niegeweld. Klas A, kan B en C amnestics gebruik word by die diskresie van Field Agente.

Stigting personeel is gentegreer met die gemeenskap rondom scp2480 as kwarantyn of hervestiging van inwoners het is ondoenlijk geag. Beskou as die beste bron van inligting vir SCP2480 ongerymdhede, agente is om te maak plaaslike navrae en ondersoek enige gerugte, verslae, of eise van ‘n onrelmatige aard. Mobile Taakmag Epsilon6 ( Village Idiots) die gemeenskap het genfiltreer en is aan bly op die uitkyk te wees vir onrelmatige manifestasies.

Mobile taakmag psi9 ( abyss gazers) is op ‘n gereedheidsgrondslag te bly in die geval van ‘n uitstraling Gebeurtenis. Die gebruik van geweld gemagtig en onrelmatige manifestasies is om vernietig te word sonder vooroordeel. Beskrywing: SCP2480 is bespiegel te wees ‘n dimensionele anomalie in , Massachusetts, ‘n kus en swaar beboste dorp met net meer as 12,000 9000 inwoners.

Scp2480 is na bewering geskep deur ‘n ongeluk wanneer agente van die global okkulte koalisie onderbreek ‘n ritueel op 28 November, 1952. Terwyl die ware doel van hierdie ritueel bly onbekend tot op datum, het die Stigting tot die gevolgtrekking gekom die anomalie om die uitslag van die onbekwame wees en hardhandige benadering van GOC handel. SCP2480 blyk te wees, gesentreer rondom Bodfel Manor, huis van wyle Cornelius P. Bodfel III (b 1866 . D.

1952) miljoenr nyweraar met ‘n akute belangstelling in die okkulte. Voor sy dood, Bodfel was die leier van ‘n geheime organisasie bekend as Wake Adytum se. Ontslaan deur die Stigting in 1932 as bloot ‘n dekadente boklas sosiale klub, hul onrelmatige vermons is nie erken totdat die November 28, 1952 voorval. As gevolg van die kritieke mislukking van hul missie, was daar geen oorlewende GOC handel te behoorlik ondervra.

Maar dokumente is daarna herstel uit ‘n goc veilige huis is gele in . dit blyk dit dat die GOC probeer om te vernietig hierdie dokumente voor hul missie. ‘N geskeurde verslag (onderste helfte vermiste) met ‘n foto aangeheg via paperclip ontdek in die agterkant van ‘n kaggel saam met ‘n beduidende as. Daar word aanvaar dat alle ander dokumente gehad verbrand. KTE0452Black.

Bedreiging id: kte0452black grand karcist ion Gemagtig Response Vlak: 4 (geweldige druk); likwidasie hangende Beskrywing: KTE0452Black (hierna as Vak) is ‘n humanoide bedreiging entiteit veranderlike voorkoms. Onderwerp verskyn meestal in priesterlike klere en die uitvoering van ‘n personeellid. Onderhewig is in staat om te verdwyn en weer verskyn na willekeur, vorm en te manipuleer organiese materiaal,.

Buig werklikheid (sien document 37b3), en word vermoed biologies onsterflik te wees. Terwyl onderwerp word geklassifiseer as humanoide, hulle nie geglo mens te wees (of hulle ooit was nog debatteerbaar). Sielkundige profiel dui kwaadaardige narcisme en grootheidswaan. Onderwerp word geglo dat aangehelp in die skepping van Sarkic Kultusse dwarsdeur die grootste deel van die wreld. Sien Op Sarkicism vir verdere besonderhede.

The Galaxy Primes by E E Doc Smith

The galaxy primes CHAPTER 1 Her hair was a brilliant green. So was her spectacularly filled halter. So were her tight shortshorts, her lipstick, and the lacquer on her fingerand toenails. As she strolled into the Main of the starship, followed hesitantly by the other girl, she drove a mental probe at the blackhaired, powerfullybuilt man seated at the instrumentbanked console.

Blocked. Then at the other, slenderer man who was rising to his feet from the pilot’s bucket seat. His guard was partially down; he was telepathing a pleasant, if somewhat reserved greeting to both newcomers. She turned to her companion and spoke aloud. So these are the system’s best. The emphasis was somewhere between condescension and sneer. Not much to choose between, I’d say . ‘port.

Me a tenthpiece, clee? heads, i take the towhead. She flipped the coin dexterously. Heads it is, Lola, so I get JimJames James James the Ninth himself. You have the honor of pairing with Cleeor should I say His Learnedness Right the Honorable Director Cleander Simmsworth Garlock, of Philosophy, of Science, Prime Operator, President and First Fellow of the Galaxian Society, First Fellow of the Gunther Society, Fellow of the Institute of Paraphysics, of the Institute.

Of nuclear physics, of the college of mathematics, of the congress of psionicists, and of all the other topbracket braingangs you ever heard of? Also, for your information, his men have given him a couple of informal degreesP.D.Q. and S.O.B. The big psionicist’s expression of saturnine, almost contemptuous amusement had not changed; his voice came flat and cold. The less you say, Bellamy, the better. Obstinate, swellheaded women give me an acute rectal pain. Pitching your curves over all the vizzies.

In space got you aboard, but it won’t get you a thing from here on. and for your information, Bellamy, one more crack like that and I take you over my knee and blister your fanny. Try it, you big, clumsy, musclebound gorilla! she jeered. That I want to see! Any time you want to get both arms broken at the elbows, just try it! Now’s as good a time as any. I like your spirit, babe, but I can’t say a thing for your judgment. He got up and started purposefully toward her, but both noncombatants came between.

jet back, clee! james protested, both hands against the heavier man’s chest. what the hell kind of show is that to put on? And, simultaneously: Belle! Shame on you! Picking a fight already, and with nobody knows how many million people looking on! You know as well as I do that we may have to spend the rest of our lives together, so act like civilized beingspleaseboth of you! And don’t. Nobody’s watching this but us, Garlock interrupted. When pussy there started using her claws.

I cut the gun. That’s what you think, James said sharply, but Fatso and his number one girl friend are coming in on the tight beam. Oh? Garlock whirled toward the hitherto dark and silent threedimensional communications instrument. The face of a bossylooking woman was already bright. Garlock! How dare you try to cut Chancellor Ferber off? she demanded. Her voice was deeppitched,.

Blatant with authority. here you are, sir. The woman’s face shifted to one side and a man’s appeareda face to justify in full the nickname Fatso. ‘Fatso’, eh? Chancellor Ferber snarled. Pale eyes glared from the fat face. That costs you exactly one thousand credits, James. How much will this cost me, Fatso? Garlock asked.

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