SCP-5711 脅威レベル: MIDNIGHT(原題: Threat Level: MIDNIGHT)

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6/5711 LEVEL 6/5711

CLASSIFIED

アイテム番号: SCP-5711

Keter

収容以前のSCP-5711-1。

Special Containment Procedures:

特別収容プロトコル:

Foundation webcrawlers and archivists are currently employed to locate and destroy as much information as possible regarding the constituent components required of SCP-5711. RCT-Δt Temporal Intelligence Community (TIC) assets are instructed to, wherever possible, infiltrate active Mekhanist and Sarkic cells across the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries of all known historical iterations to locate, confiscate, and destroy or alter all references to their historical ties to the Daevite civilization.
現在、財団のウェブクローラーとアーキビストは、SCP-5711に必要な構成要素に関して可能な限り多くの情報を見つけ、破壊するために雇われています。RCT-Δt時間情報共同体(TIC)資産は、可能な限り、すべての既知の歴史的反復における19世紀、20世紀、21世紀に渡って活動的なメカニストとサーキックの組織に潜入し、ダエーバイト文明との歴史的な関係にあたるすべての参考文献を見つけ、没収し、破壊、あるいは改竄するよう指示されています。
The area surrounding SCP-5711-1 is secured under the auspices of a decommissioned US Military missile silo with full cooperation of the US Government at a range of 2 km. Cover Story RAD-5¹ is in effect for all unauthorized persons attempting to access SCP-5711-1. No personnel outside of the Δ clearance group are permitted knowledge of SCP-5711, SCP-5711-1, or any Foundation temporal eigenweapon development project. Exploration of SCP-5711-1 may only be undertaken by RCT-Δt assets with >150 hrs mission time logged due to possible residual temporal anomalies on site.
SCP-5711-1の周辺は、米国政府の全面的な協力を得て、退役した米軍のミサイルサイロによって2kmの範囲が確保されています。カバーストーリーRAD-5²は、SCP-5711-1にアクセスしようとするすべての無許可な人物に対して発動します。 Δクリアランスグループ以外の人員は、SCP-5711、SCP-5711-1、または財団の臨時固有兵器開発プロジェクトについての知識を持つことは許されません。SCP-5711-1の探査は、現場に時間的異常が残留している可能性があるため、記録された任務時間が150時間を超えているRCT-Δt資産のみが実施することができます。
As of 31/1/2010, the Applied Sciences Division of RCT-Δt has been commissioned to design and construct a device matching the description of SCP-5711-2 by whatever means necessary.
2010年1月31日現在、RCT-Δtの応用科学部門は、必要に応じてSCP-5711-2の記述に合致する装置の設計・構築を委託されています。
RCT-Δt internal clearance for this file is set to L5/Δ.
このファイルのRCT-Δt内部クリアランスはL5/Δに設定されています。

Description:

説明:

SCP-5711 is a thaumaturgic ritual capable of altering the course of historical events without direct intervention by traditional temporal displacement methodology. Recovered materials from SCP-5711-1 suggest that the ritual and the apparatus involved in its completion were developed by the Daevite Civilization as recently as 250 - 200 BCE. Due to the success of containment efforts, few details of the specifics of the ritual remain available. Known components of the ritual include the following:
SCP-5711は伝統的時間変位法論による直接的な介入なしに歴史的事象の経過を変化させることが可能な魔術儀式です。SCP-5711-1から回収した資料によると、この儀式とその完成に関係する装置は、紀元前250～200年頃にダエーバイト文明によって開発されたものであることが示唆されています。封じ込めが成功したため、儀式の詳細についてはほとんど判明していません。儀式の構成要素としては、以下のようなものが知られています。

57 kg beryllium bronze alloy, machined into mechanical device of indeterminate function.
0.5 L of blood, presumably from the lead officiant of the ritual
At least 3 additional witnesses/participants
An altar/temple complex³
One prepubescent human child

57 kgのベリリウム青銅合金、機械装置に機械加工された不確定な機能を有する。
0.5 Lの血液、おそらく儀式の主司祭から採られる
最低でも3人の追加の目撃者/参加者
祭壇/神殿群⁴
思春期前の人間の子供1人

Investigation into possible sources of SCP-5711 has uncovered many similarities between modern Mekhanist / Sarkic cults and religious practices of the ancient Daevite civilization. The current containment strategy assumes that the remaining details of SCP-5711 were derived from extant classical Mekhanist and Sarkic religious texts. Based on recovered material, the intended target of this ritual was a period either immediately prior to or during the Second Punic War⁵, and was ostensibly intended to alter the outcome of that conflict.

SCP-5711-1 designates a temple complex in northern Arizona constructed for the purpose of carrying out SCP-5711. The complex consists of several small residential dwellings, an open-air temple for religious worship, and a large, flat pyramid with a recessed top containing an altar, dimensions 300 x 300 x 200 m. The interior of the pyramid contains several damaged pieces of anomalous machinery, as well as some evidence that its interior dimensions were intended to be larger than its exterior dimensions, though this is no longer the case. Beneath the central pyramid structure is a network of tunnels connecting the residential area, the temple area, and five tunnels which suddenly terminate in open pits with depths greater than 100 m. Exploration of these areas is ongoing.

SCP-5711-1-PRIME designates an extranormal event which took place over the area of SCP-5711-1 on 29/12/2009 at 1232 hrs. According to Tactical Operations Command (TOC) assets and photographic evidence, a large black sphere expanded suddenly over the entirety of SCP-5711-1 and remained present for 2 hrs and 17 mins. Its appearance was accompanied by no other perceptible phenomena; however, XACTS monitoring devices in place at Site-██ over 200 km away recorded a 128 W tachyon flux⁶ during the same period. Calculations suggest the local power of this flux exceeded 20 MW, making it the single most powerful known temporal event in Foundation history.

SCP-5711-2 refers to a theoretical temporal eigenweapon⁷ capable of neutralizing and/or reversing the effects of retrocausal anomalies in the event that preventative measures could not be implemented. Based on observations, the weapon is capable of initiating a causal isolation of an area of approximately 34 km³ for a period of approximately 2 hrs. The method by which this is achieved is currently unknown.

HMCL Note: We had better pray to someone that we're the ones who come up with this technology first, or we're in some bad trouble. I'll have that request in to Overwatch by end of business yesterday.

- Dr. Thaddeus Xyank, HMCL Supervisor / Temporal Anomalies Dept. Chair

Discovery:

On 11/10/2009, Temporal Site-01 alerted native Site-17 of an incoming TK-Class Causal Restructuring event, citing 782 new documentation inconsistencies logged in a 45 second period. Native Tactical Operations Command (TOC) assets immediately triangulated the time and location of the disturbance, and deployed to investigate and neutralize prior to the completion of the restructuring event. Upon arrival, TOC Assets reported the sudden appearance and subsequent disappearance of SCP-5711-1-PRIME and announced their intent to continue with the intended infiltration of SCP-5711-1. Personnel may access TOC-5711-01 for the full report of the resulting incursion.

+ Access TOC-5711-01

- Access Granted

Initial appearance of SCP-5711-1-PRIME.

RCT-Δt - Tactical Operations Command - Incursion Transcript
Date: 29/12/2009: 1500 - 1830 hrs

Team Lead: Cpt. Regina Watts
Additional Assets: Lt. Loraine Mickelson, Sgt. Rachel Wong, Sgt. Edward "Ted" Freedman, Sgt. Eoin Larson.
Observing: Dr. Kevin McDougal, Field Operations Technician

Cpt. Watts: Alright, we got sound, we got motion… [ Cpt. Watts retrieves a black package from a rear pocket and looks inside, revealing 18 cigarettes ] And we've got a waypoint. Kev! Thank god. Do you know of any …Ugh. Never mind. You got us on Iso?

Dr. McDougal: Clear as a bell and… um, yeah, I got visual, too. Okay. What's that crack I'm seeing behind you?

Lt. Mickelson: That's where the dome was. You're gonna shit a brick when you see the photos we took.

Sgt. Freedman: Eoin sure did.

Cpt. Watts: Enough grab-ass. Someone get over that boundary; we're two hours late to the party and I'd like to bag this one some time before I die.

Sgt. Wong: On it. [ Sgt. Wong crosses the boundary and checks her watch. ] We're good. Ticking forward, no jumps.

Cpt. Watts: Good. Everyone back in the Jeep. No time to walk 2-k if we don't have to.

[EXTRANEOUS LOG REDACTED]

Cpt. Watts: Okay, Loraine: Take Freedman and do a sweep of those houses and keep the channel clear unless you need me or TS-1. Might be sorcs⁸ in there so head on swivel, be ready. I'm with Wong and Larson, we're going after that pyramid.

Lt. Mickelson: Yes ma'am.

[ Teams assemble and part. Lt. Mickelson's camera captures 5 small family dwellings, SW, and approaches. Visible blood on the first door near knob. Team exchanges discussion and direction and moves toward that door. Cpt. Watts and team run NE toward open-air worship space. ]

[ Lt. Mickelson's team is first to arrive. Team exchanges hand signals and breaches door. Interior in disarray. Visible blood pooling in several places on floor. Blood trail leads to the north, where a body lies in front of a door, motionless. Off-camera asset shoots the body in the foot, which has no effect. Lt. Mickelson flips the body with her boot. The body suddenly animates and a bright flash is seen over its hand. Lt. Mikelson discharges three rounds into the face of the attacker, and anomalous activity ceases. ]

Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): Reg… was that 18 in that pack? Are you on your third loop already?

Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps twice ]

Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): Oh-kay. Do you wish this to remain confidential?

Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps twice ]

Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): Oohh fuck. What's your target casualty count?

Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps seven times ]

Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): There's only five of you.

Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps once ]

Dr. McDougal (audible only to Cpt Watts): Jesus… I'll look into it. Good luck Captain… see you next lap.

Cpt. Watts: [ transmitter beeps rapidly ]

[ Sgt. Freedman's camera captures his investigation of a desk in the front room. A small leather-bound journal is present which he confiscates. Additional ritual materials are visible; an ornamented dagger, an inkwell filled with viscous red liquid, and various bottles of dried herbs/meats. Sgt. Freedman sets a video marker on his transmitter. ]

[ Lt. Mickelson returns after completing a sweep of the kitchen and bathroom. Camera captures a distinct bulging of the wall behind Sgt. Freedman. ]

Lt. Mickelson: DOWN!

[ Sgt. Freedman and Lt. Mickelson both hit the deck as the wall splinters and bursts outward amid several distinct flashes of white light. Both return fire through the empty space in the wall. ]

[ Cpt. Watts raises her weapon and eliminates two hostiles as they emerge from behind pillars in the worship area at approx. 30 m rage. Sgt. Wong also raises her weapon in the direction Cpt. Watts is pointing, and eliminates a third. ]

Cpt. Watts: Loraine, front door in 3. 2. 1…

[ Lt. Mickelson aims and fires at the door, eliminating another hostile in traditional Daevite religious costume. Cpt Watts and Sgts. Wong and Larson continue running toward the worship area. ]

Sgt. Freedman: [ whistles ] Damn good shot calling, Cap. Got something you wanna tell us?

[ Cpt. Watts signals to Sgt. Larsen, who throws a grenade behind the dais on their approach from the far southern end of the worship area. ]

Cpt. Watts: Busy.

[ The dais and the altar behind it explode. Human remains are visible in the resulting debris. Sgts. Wong and Larsen begin a sweep of the area as Cpt. Watts sprints toward the pyramid, approx. 200 m away. ]

Dr. McDougal: Captain? Captain Watts?!

[ Cpt. Watts removes her radio and camera and tosses them to the ground. Feed cuts. ]

Dr McDougal: Reggie, goddammit! Wait for fire support!

Lt. Mickelson: Kev, what's going on?

Dr. McDougal: Regina's run off to the pyramid, she's… Lorie, she's three loops deep and she just dropped her radio, something is wrong.

Lt. Mickelson: Roger. Larsen, Wong: can you pursue? There's five houses here and I'm not a fan of being shot in the back.

Sgt. Larsen: Aye ma'am. I've got visual on 'er now. She's just gone in. We're off.

Lt. Mickelson: Make it happen. If she goes down, we're on our last run whether we like it or not. Freedman and I will rendezvous with you as soon as we're done here.

[ Sgts Wong and Larsen immediately begin sprinting toward the pyramid. Outer material appears to be polished limestone with large metalic disks present on each face, purpose unknown. Upon entry, Sgt. Wong takes point and Larsen covers rear. Signs of struggle immediately visible. Scorch marks present on inner walls. Blood pooling and drag marks visible near door. Two figures in unmarked tactical gear carrying FNP90 PDW's consistent with RCT-Δt covert ops loadout are lying dead against a wall below a steel catwalk, right. Gunfire audible above. Sgt. Wong proceeds upstairs. ]

Sgt. Wong: [ Whispering ] Shots fired within pyramid. Repeat - Shots fired. Requesting assistance as soon as possible.

Lt. Mickelson: Two more houses. Hold on.

[ Sgt. Larsen's Camera automatically obscures conitohazardous elements among known Daevite Thaumaturgic notation. Larsen produces a gutteral noise and looks away, climbing stairs backward behind Sgt. Wong. Larsen attempts to speak and cannot. Larsen's transmitter beeps three times. ]

Sgt. Wong: [ Whispering ] Understood. Lieutenant, be advised, active cognitohazards within pyramid.

[ Sgt. Wong's camera rapidly darts away from bronze inlaid images along the inner walls of the pyramid. Loud banging noises are heard above followed by rapid gunfire. Three additional tactically outfitted bodies are visible on this landing, along with five figures in classical Daevite ritual clothing. These individuals show signs of burning on the palms and around the eyes in addition to their bullet wounds. Gunfire continues above. ]

Lt. Mickelson: We're inbound to your position now, status?

Sgt. Wong: [ Whispering ] Larsen cannot speak but seems otherwise 100. Five down that look like ours, unidentified. Five additional hostiles, already terminated.

[ Gunfire continues, louder than before. Three additional terminated hostiles present on floor in a large pool of blood. Instance of SCP-2140 present on wall, hand drawn in what appears to be blood. Sgt. Larsen whistles and snaps, pointing to image. ]

Sgt. Wong: [ Whispering ] I see it. Wish we'd thought of that.

[ Sgt. Wong's camera sees a door which has been kicked open on the next and final landing. Wong signals Sgt. Larsen forward, who retrieves a small mirror from his vest and peers around the door, and gives thumbs up. The pair move into the room quickly and move in opposite directions, performing a visual sweep of the room beyond. Open air elevated area aparently in the center of the structure. 15 addtional hostiles and one possible friendly terminated in various places in the room. Daggers are present near all deceased hostiles, which also show similar burn patterns on hands and eyes. Scorch marks present on all walls at various elevations. A large raised platform is present near the eastern wall of the room. Bronze mechanical aparatus visible, inactive, behind the dais. Juvenile female human, eviscerated, suspended by wires within an open section of the aparatus, showing multiple lacerations and areas of exposed muscle tissue. No sign of movement. Wong ascends platform, finding three additional deceased hostiles and several raised pillars around the aparatus containing a human heart, liver, kidneys, and uterus. Larsen completes sweep of room. No other hostiles present behind pilars or statuary surrounding chamber. ]

Sgt. Wong: Jesus… She can't be 11.

Lt. Mickelson: Wong, focus. Have you located Captain Watts?

Sgt. Wong: Uh… Negative, not yet. Haven't heard any gunfire for a while and… some of these bodies are fresh.

Lt. Mickelson: We're almost there. First landing.

Sgt. Larsen: [ Whistles loudly. ]

Sgt. Wong: Stand by. Larsen has something.

[ Sgt. Larsen points to the southwestern corner of the room, where a doorway is partially concealed by one of the large columns. Sgt Wong descends from platform and proceeds through with Larsen. Passage terminates at a thin platform between inner and outer walls of the pyramid. Cpt. Watts is visible near the entrance, sitting on the floor, pistol in hand, flat side leaning against her right temple as she looks blankly at the floor between her feet. ]

Sgt. Wong: Cap… You okay?

Cpt. Watts: It… I don't get it. I can't… What? Whaddayou mean 'am I okay?'

Sgt. Wong: Captain… please put down the weapon. Okay? Just… set it on the ground for me?

Cpt Watts: [ Looks at the pistol in her hand, unloads it, locks slide, and sets it down. ] Yeah, that's… that's probably best.

[ Sgt. Larsen steps around Sgt. Wong and Cpt. Watts and proceeds down platform toward another possible friendly, helmet and mask off, sitting against the wall in a large pool of blood, a small empty black box in one hand and a pistol in the other. A small recording device is present on the floor, still operating. ]

Sgt. Wong: Lieutenant, Captain Watts has been recovered. We're gonna need extraction.

Cpt. Watts: [ to Larsen ] I wouldn't…

[ Sgt. Larsen reaches and raises the head of the body. AIC analysis determines face is a match for Captain Regina Watts with 98.2% confidence. Appearance is consistent with self-inflicted gunshot wound to the temple. ]

[END TRANSCRIPT]

Recovered Materials:

+ Log JN-5711-01, Selected Journal Entries of High Priest Khazaard Bin Alarath

- Access Granted

Log JN-5711-01: Journal recovered from SCP-5711-1 by Sgt. Edward Freedman during TOC action on 11/10/2009. Entries are undated, presented in the order written.
Overview: High Priest Khazaard Bin Alarath (POI-5711KZ-09) is believed to be one of the last remaining blood descendants of the Daevite priesthood. His personal writings detail his relationship with Daevite culture, religious observances, future goals, and, ostensibly, SCP-5711, which he considered to be his life's work. Although full details of the ritual cannot be deduced, some of the prerequisites for its completion are detailed in the passages below. Writings have been redacted for brevity and relevance.

Father,

After searching for months or perhaps years, I have found dozens of them. Lost among the Nälkän pigs, they cowered fearfully before their slave-god, unaware of the glory of their birthright. I have no doubt that these acolytes will serve our purposes well. Promises of knowledge and wisdom excite and enthrall them. How many of our people has time erased? How many more are shackled in the darkness of the jailers' vaults? How long have we labored under the yokes of lesser men whose greatest achievement is the mere division of motes of dust in the furnace of being?

I do my best to remember patience, but I hunger for the days to come. The Tome⁹ may be lost to us, but there are copies which are bound to it. If one can be found, it may yet be possible to bring about the future we were promised.

Father,

Rome was ever an enemy of us. Their stolen gods mocked our legacy. And by their ascension was our final fall ensured. Curse their names eternally. I shall yet paint red the pages of history and cleanse them of the Roman perversion. Pity that the good work before mine must be discarded in darkness eternal. There must be a way to open that rift again. Those former Nälkä who reside with me now may know something, but the hatred of their slave-god is more likely by half to have twisted the truth above preserving it. But there are other adherents of the ancient rites in this world which remain…

Father,

My instincts have been confirmed and my faith grows yet stronger. I have found a copy of the Sacred Tome in the hands of the Broken. Seven of their rank joined our number today and delivered it as an offering to their Priest. These Broken are suspicious of the Nälkä; an old hatred stirs in their hearts. But they can be directed. From the fires of that hatred I will reforge that which was lost.

Of the Tome: it ends with Rome's ascent, as I had feared. But it hints at a place where the wheel of fate may be tipped. The man Hannibal and his armies held the nascent Romans over their knee and nearly destroyed that bastard republic. If he can be reached - strengthened, brought into the fold - then we may ride the tide of history to the present; our influence will be as absolute as the stepchildren of the Latin tongue. I am certain of it.

Father,

The Broken know the sacred bronze. Not merely how to craft it but how to forge it and mold it into whatever shape they desire. Of this the Nälkä are cautious; so used to flesh and bone are they that they have forgotten. I have instructed them to sleep with an ingot each beneath their pillows that they might come to understand it as I have. Those which do not? Well… our temple will need a foundation…

Father,

Groundbreaking today. I have my foundation. Five souls ought to do it, one in the center and one at each cardinal point. I hope Daevon will look upon this blood offering with favor in the time ahead. The heat which rises from our little pits assures me that he does.

The Broken continue their work on the divine machine their ancestors forbade them from building, and the remaining Nälkä are working with them on the arts of flesh. I wish you could see it, Father. The things they are creating. It's everything you've ever told to me and better. I can hear the spheres singing in the presence of their handiwork. Colors I had but imagined in dreams and visions before now dance in our workshops daily as the children ready themselves for the rite ahead.

For I have done it, Father. I've divined the secret of the Tome. Our solution is less elegant, perhaps, but draws from the same rhythmic music of the sacred bronze, powered by creation, and struck in concert to actualize the prayer. A suitable offering, however, and setting… This may perhaps be more difficult to obtain.

Father,

The genius of the ancients was boundless.

I had suspected the answer lay somewhere in the collected memories of ourselves and our bastard children, and fate has proven me correct. It is an ancient prayer, in a language lost to time. But squirreled away in the minds of the flesh-crafters and the machinists, its purpose has been found. The Harvest of Bone, that ancient year end rite, is a vehicle of manifestation. Those offerings of flesh and blood did no such paltry thing as win us favor with the gods, but manifested our Empire's destiny in spite of them. With proper alignment, my life's work will be completed, and my glory shall surpass even yours.

Father,

It is done. The offering has been plucked from the herd of man. She exceeds perfection. And with the flesh-crafters' eye to anatomy and the machinists' divine artifice, we cannot lose.

Papa,

Blackness. Rot. Our triumph dashed to rubble. All is ash. The sky is broken, I was sure it would herald our victory. Instead, we have been defiled.
I saw it so clearly… Why? Why hast Daevon left me?

Note: The page containing this final entry showed traces of blood staining and a significantly sloppier handwriting style. It is theorized that this entry was written during the SCP-5711-2 Event.
-Tx

+ AO-5711-01: the Apparatus

+ AO-5711-02 through -05: the Daggers.

+ Log AL-5711-02: Recovered Audio Report

- Access Granted

HMCL Note: I'm seeking approval to make this required reading for all incoming TOC assets¹⁰. This can and will happen to many of you, many dozens of times. Some part of you will die out there, almost certainly. You may see it for yourselves, if we're all lucky enough. Be warned. Be prepared for it mentally. This is what you signed up for.

- Dr. Thaddeus Xyank, HMCL Supervisor / Temporal Anomalies Dept. Chair

Date: ██/██/████
Author: Cpt. Regina Watts₀¹¹
Transcribed by: Agent Burt Tomlin, TIC
Note: Time Signature of recording irretrievable. Attempts to artificially add a Time Signature to the recording have been unsuccessful.

- Dr Kevin McDougal, Field Operations Technician

Cpt. Watts₀: This is Captain Regina — mmmph! — Regina Watts of RCT-Δt Tactical Operations Command to any future Foundation asset who locates this message. We… Fuck me, that hurts. We were sent in… to interrupt… a retrocausal event in progress. I… I don't know what the hell happened. Everything is so fucked. Let me… Okay.

[ clears throat audibly ]

Cpt. Watts₀: Incursion went as normal. Transit dropped us in one of the garages. I um… I waited too long to set the waypoint, so that may have had something to do with it, or maybe the anomaly was catching up to us and changing things, I don't know. But all 9 of my people are dead.

Cpt. Watts₀: About 30 seconds out of the garage, the sky went out. Like, went out. No sun, no stars, nothing. Same time, radio went all static. And there was this… ringing or tolling sound coming from inside the pyramid, so… I know for a fact we didn't stop everything happening. God dammit. They had sorcs everywhere. A lot of them weren't that clever, just tossing little explody balls of light at us but some of them… fuck me we lost three before we even made the Pyramid, and five more before we made the ritual chamber.

Cpt. Watts₀: Sgt. Russel¹² and I entered and… the whole place is lit up with torches and this awful sick purple glow from this bizarre machine. The butchers were still cutting pieces off of this girl hanging there… [ faint sobbing ] We… We just lit 'em the fuck up. No questions, no detention, just perforated every person standing there. We didn't have much chance to look around before people started coming upstairs after us and… well, Russel caught a dagger with his chest. They got me pretty good, too, in the belly. But I took about six of 'em with me. Bastards. Reckon I'll see them in Hell presently.

Cpt. Watts₀: I uh… I managed to leave a surprise in the stairwell for them before I took cover. Gonna be real hard to recruit L2 Foundation assets to join your fucked up blood cult, fuckers! Ha! … but… I don't… I can't stop the machine or whatever it's doing. It's still churning in there, the sky is still black, I'm still fucking bleeding from too many places… I can't stop it. And the most fucked up part? This is loop 20. It took me 20 goddamn tries and I'm still dead and the timeline is still toast… and that meme isn't going to hold them back forever…

Cpt. Watts₀: So I hope, I pray, I beg of you, if you're hearing this and you're not one of them please… Just… Know that the world was okay once. That we were winning once. That the good guys went down swinging and we did our best to keep the world okay? And if you're in any kind of condition to make it right… the sky went black over Arizona at 1502 on the 11th of October, 2009. If it's within your power to do something with that, please… please…

Cpt. Watts₀: I tried… I really did. [ faint sobbing ] I'm sorry it wasn't enough.

[ A single gunshot is heard, followed by 45 minutes of silence. ]

[END LOG]

Closing Note: Date and Time noted by Captain Watts₀ in this recording corresponds exactly to the observation of SCP-5711-1-PRIME. Despite Cpt Watts₀ apparent failure to contain SCP-5711, causal normalcy has been conserved, implying successful containment. As such, 1502 hrs on 11/10/2009 has been flagged as the intended target for SCP-5711-2 upon the project's completion. Successful deployment of SCP-5711-2 at this date and time will constitute final neutralization of SCP-5711. Containment procedures will remain in effect until this project is completed.

- Dr. Athena Anastasakos - Director, Applied Sciences Division.

I nominate Regina Watts for the Foundation Silver Star for outstanding valor and meritorious service to the Foundation.

- Dr. Thaddeus Xyank, HMCL Supervisor / Temporal Anomalies Dept. Chair

Nomination denied. The Silver Star is a posthumous honor for those killed in the line of duty. Captain Regina Watts is, in the only way that matters, still alive.

Nominations of paradoxical temporal duplicates of living Foundation personnel will no longer be accepted.

- O5-12

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