The Foundation (SCP-based RP)

[SadDubwool]

Red shook the machine and sighed as Foundation personnel mulled about the break room. He pressed the button a bit harder and managed to get the machine to work. On the other hand Dr. Zarkevich had been moving through the halls and weaving through people before stopping and looking up at the intercom as it announced the arrival of the MTF team. He silently adjusted his tie and coughed as he thought about the reasons they might be there and what they were going to do, after that brief pause he managed to slam his foot into the side of Eleva's wheelchair

[Mikala]

The lightweight titanium alloy is not pleasant on his foot, and he manages to derail Elwva’s path a bit, jerking her sideways. “Watch where you’re going!” She snaps, and then frowns. “A lack of precision... gets people killed in this line of work.” She straightens up her wheels again, taking a glance at his nametag. “Dr. Zarkevich. I’m going to expect more in the lab.” If he were to note her own nametag, he’d know that Dr. Mirnon has been assigned to some of the same research as him.

[Rayleonarde]

The "Strikebreakers" filed into the site, guns kept in a relaxed position.
Ronnie barked orders at his siblings, pointing them to their designated areas. "Ray! Light containment and D-Class housing. Keep 'em corralled and refrain from lethal force. Valentine, Jayce! You're in heavy containment. Keep the researchers and yourselves safe, the docs still have tests to run." The troopers filed off as ordered, answering only with a nod. Ronnie checked his kit and headed for Zarkevic, aiming to notify the researcher and get a lay of the land.


Ray filed D-Class into their respective cells, only goading them with the barrel of his rifle. He knew why he was in D-Class, he was the only one who wouldn't immediately harm D-Class and could help those that needed it.

Jayce set up sensor modules at the entrance of heavy containment as Valentine assured the scientists that they would not interfere with research.

[XIII]

Nemiroff was a simple man - he gets an order and executes it to the last word. He rarely asked questions which don't make a sense, this is why he was the best in the Russian branch because of this but for some reason hasn't been assigned to any of MTF. But before he has been sent here, Victor has been instructed to represent MTF-9 as a part of the extension of the squad. Actually, just in the case with questions, he doesn't care about formalities considering them as a thing which could prevent him from doing his job well.

"MTF-9 is on air, waiting for orders. But could someone tell me what we're to gonna expect here?". Said Victor over the radio channel and because Nemiroff has an accent, Site 19 team could say that Victor was an actual Russian. Their accent was a thing which was impossible to not recognize.

[SadDubwool]

Dr. Zarkevich looked at her name tag and back up to her face "Sorry Dr. Mirnon. I was trying to get to the break room" He said and stepped back to give her some room before rubbing his hands together and sighing "Damn..." He said before looking around and deciding to change course and meet up with the "Strikebreakers"


Site Director "Aquila" responded over Nemiroffs radio "Simple containment. Make sure nothing slips through any cracks that we've missed. Refrain from shooting any D-Class though."

[Mikala]

Elena sighs and continues her own trek to the break room, seeing the coffee machine is being used she settles in to wait a moment for her cup of coffee. She listens to the MTF radio lines through an earbud to keep abreast of the situation.

[SadDubwool]

Zarkevich silently stood in a corridor close to the D-Class containment cells. He looked around and pushed his glasses up and stared at the Foundation symbol that painted the wall.

Red looked back at Elena and adjusted his Red colored cap before motioning for her to move forward as he walked past her

[Mikala]

Elena rolls forward and presses the button for coffee, tapping the mug a couple times to make sure it isn’t alive or something terrible. She grabs the mug and sips out of it, making to a nearby table to make sure she’s not in the way.

[XIII]

"Roger. Do I need to get familiar with the scientists or someone else before some shit would happen?" Added Victor later as he was curious about any sort of formalities. Even though he didn't like such stuff a lot, he used to this pretty much back at Chernobyl. But the reason for this was because scientists and other person were significant people and most of the Victor' tasks were issued by them only. So Russian was curious if that was the same here.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray walked out of one of the D-Class corridors, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. He smiled as he spotted Zarkevich, and took his helmet off. He slung it on his hip and cleared his throat. “D-Class are secure, Doc. Two were treated for minor physical injuries, one for psychological.”


Ronnie sidetracked himself and headed into the security office, staking claim to one of the desks.

[SadDubwool]

Zarkevich was wringing his hands together as he locked eyes with Ray "Yes, Yes. Good." His ear flicked and twitched as he straightened his glasses "I'm glad we have you people on site." He smiled weakly before his ear twitched again and his eyes darted towards the door next to him, Security Officer Red stepped out and faced Ray and Zarkevich

Aquila responded almost immediately after Victor spoke "Keep your eye on a " Dr. Zarkevich." Other than that I'd advise you to familiarize yourself with your security officer Red as to hopefully work out a schedule"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray waved at Red. “You must be Site Security. I’m with Rho-18. Ray Blackburn.” He extended his Nomex-gloved paw.


Jayce and Valentine, after securing the rest of Heavy Containment, headed towards the Security Office.


Ronnie tied his teams’ radios into the Site’s local frequency. “Check check, all units.”

[Mikala]

Eleva listens intently, staring instenly at her coffee while listening. She recognizes Ray, she had done a mission in which his MTF was called. The higher ups must really be worried, she muses.

[SadDubwool]

Red nodded and tipped his cap before looking around and examining Ray and Zarkevich. He rolled his shoulders before waving and walking back towards the Security Office.

Zarkevich watches before looking back at Ray and stating "I'm sure we're in good hands though. We won't be testing anything too dangerous so hopefully you and your siblings won't have to worry about anything dangerous breaking out... I think"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray thumbed his radio. “Check.” He released the button before returning to Zarkevich. “Ronnie’s handled just about everything. Regularly heads to 3008 to rescue whoever he can. Urbexers and such.” He sighed. “Truth be told, I’m more worried about D-Class. I’m the only one who won’t shoot to kill. Ronnie likes the fear factor, Jayce’s traps don’t differentiate, and Valentine’s a psychopath. S’why she’s got that rifle. Y’know...” Ray leaned against the wall, propping a boot up for comfort. “She spent two and a half days, belly down in the desert, hunting some mercenary. Patient as a sphinx and twice as dangerous. So uh...” He patted the scientist’s shoulder. “Don’t get on her bad side. She likes red balloons and ninety-percent dark chocolate.” Ray pushed off the wall and headed for the security office.