Prometheans/プロメテウスの者たち
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上席研究員L.バイロン("通称”クライト”)

SCP研究員 兼 テレパシースペシャリスト。

セキュリティクラス: 3

業務: テレパシー系アノマリーの研究、オブジェクトの現地回収、SCP収容ドクトリンの開発。

現在の所在: サイト-19、プロメテウス計画。

リー・”クライト”・バイロンはあまり良い一日を過ごしていなかった。いつも良い日というわけではないが、運命は今日この日においてはとりわけ残酷だった。サイト-19に来る路面電車を逃し、次のが入ってくるまで2時間も待たされた。少なくとも今現在はオフィスに独りで、多少は平穏そうだった。

「やあクライト。今忙しい?」

己が期待を呪いつつ、ドアの近くに立つ見知った若い女性の方を見やる。部隊の標準制服を着用し、身長は逞しくも6フィートと、彼女は威圧的な姿をしていた。クライトは呆れた顔で返事をボヤく。

「少しね。何の用だい?それとも僕の時間を無駄にするためだけに来たのか?」

書類の山だとか床に散らばった見掛け倒しな諸々とかにゆっくりと注意しつつ、マシパグ中尉はオフィスに踏み入った。

「実はフリッツが貴方の持ってる書類をいくつか取って来いって私をここに送ってきてね。偵察ってことよ。」

クライトは鼻を鳴らした。「アンタらエージェントはいつも面白いモノを全部持っていっちまう。僕ができることと言ったら、書類と壊れたエアコンのあるオフィスに座ってることぐらいだ。アンタのクソみてえな書類はここだよ。」彼は一握りのクシャクシャに潰れた文書をマシパグへと押し付けた。

マシパグは両眉を面白がっているかのような形に留めつつ、それらを受け取った。「今朝は珍しい気分の奴がいるのね。何か気に触ることでも?」

「いや……」クライトはブツブツと言った。「すまない。酷い朝だったものだから、そのね。」

彼女は頷いた。「私たちの誰だってそういう日があるわ。それなら今はいいわよ。」

「ありがとう……」彼は机の書類に振り返って、仕事に切り替えた。彼はマシパグがオフィスから出て、見えなくなったことにも気づかなかった。


現場司令官 F. ウィリアムズ(通称”フリッツウィリー”)

SCP現場回収・収容司令官。

セキュリティクラス: 4

業務: 現場評価・司令、現場回収。

現場の所在: サイト-19、プロメテウス計画。

「サー?」

オフィスの重い扉から、マシパグはその頭を突き出して中を覗いた。そこはガランとした面白みのない部屋で、重苦しいビロードのカーテンが窓を塞いでいた。木製のデスクに重々しく置かれたたった一つのデスクライトが、その端に貼られたメモを照らしている。

すまないねマス。今日は85で試験の予定だ。不在をお詫びする。書類は机に置いといてほしい。

「……あんのクソ野郎」彼女は書類をデスクに放り捨てると、オフィスを出ていった。


管理者 K█████ D██████(通称”サイラス管理官”)

サイト-19管理官 (O5-12監督下)。

セキュリティクラス: 4

業務: 管理業務

現在の所在: サイト-19。

サイラス管理官は喜ばせづらい男というわけでもない。ただ時間通りに報告せよ、彼を煩わせることなかれ、そうすれば君はずっとお気に入りでいられる。さてそれで、苛立った若い女性がオフィスに駆け込んで来たとき、彼は喜ばしくはなかった。彼は端末から目を離すことなく、彼女が入ってきたことへ注意を向けた。

「こんばんはマシパグ中尉。何の用事でしょうか?」

彼女は不機嫌そうな顔を向けた。「フリッツのことです。彼、キャシーとイチャついてミーティングをすっぽかしたんです。またですよ。」

「ウィリアムズ司令官は先週からSCP-085の試験を予定していました。確認する時間は十分にあったのでは──」

「彼は今日会おうって言ったんです!」

Cyrus glanced up at her. "Perhaps you should have double-checked the dates. If you're going to be doing more recon missions, it'd be in your best interest to be punctual."

"Are you… seriously… sorry for wasting your time, sir."

"Apology accepted. Now, if you please…"


"Cyrus said you were pretty pissed at me."

Fritz took another bite of his sandwich, doing his best to avoid her icy glare.

"He warned you, huh?

"Yeah… Look, I'm sorry I missed the meeting. We were doing major tests with…"

"Sure, sure, whatever. Listen though, did you look over Kraito's research?"

"… Can you give me the cliffs notes?"

"You're impossible, you know that? We spend all this time researching and… y'know what, nevermind."

Fritz sighed. "Look, I know that I've been-"

"Save it. Kraito's stuff showed the metals imported by Prometheus have been weird. Like… really weird. Weird enough to be an anomaly. So I had proposed we upgrade from reconnaissance to a full-blown raid."

Fritz scratched his neck. "Nah, I don't think that'll work, we don't really have enough data to go in gung-ho like that. You gotta remember, Cass-"

"Masipag." She stood, taking her tray with her.

"… Ah, jeez."


Agent Saul Kulzn(aka "HK-016")
Special Retrieval Operations
Security Class: 2
Duties: Field Agent
Current assignments: Site-19, Prometheus Project
Status: Injured during testing of SCP-313. On paid leave until further notice. Returned to active duty.

"… And then he totally gets my name wrong! Like, I know that he was doing all those tests with eighty-five, but he could at least get my name right!"

Saul nodded. "Commander Willie could make do to get his priorities straight. He's been spending more time in the test chamber than his team. I mean. I can understand oh-eight-five being cool to study, but…"

"Study, nuthin'." Masipag harumphed. "He's just trying to spend every second he can with Cassie."

"… That's a fairly serious accusation, Lieutenant. What makes you think Commander Willie would break his professional duty like that?"

"I-"

"And don't say 'it's a hunch', because we both know that means nothing."

"…"

"That's what I thought. Now come, you're going to need to get out of that agents uniform if you're headed to the dorms."


As Masipag stuffed the last of her uniform into the locker, an alarm crackled to life above her head.

« ALL FIELD AGENTS OF THE PROMETHEUS PROJECT, PLEASE REPORT TO YOUR ACTIVE HCML SUPERVISOR. AN IMMEDIATE MEETING HAS BEEN CALLED FOR »

She looked down at the now full locker, sighed, and began pulling the out the uniform.


Helicopters flew low over the orange-tinged horizon, and circling the ruins below. Their spotlights showed the scope of disaster. Wrecked cars, obliterated research laboratories, and dead men littered the earth. Masipag squinted from the passenger window, trying to catch a glimpse of anything familiar. Before she could, Fritz's booming voice emanated from the cockpit.

"Masipag! Kulzn! Are you ready to drop?"

Masipag turned her attention from the window, squinting to the brightly lit cockpit. "Fritz, where are we being dropped?"

"Well, we believe the initial detonations happened in the eastern wing, so Kulzn and I will be dropping there. You're going to the western wing, see if you can recover any of the documents."

"What? Shouldn't I go with you?"

"Negative. Kulzn's the better man for the job."


"Unbelievable…" Masipag muttered angrily to herself, slowly moving through the ruined facility. It didn't look at all like she'd imagined. For one, the corridors weren't some glowing, white marble, but plain concrete, scuffed from explosive damage and the collapsed rooftop. Most of the labs looked barren.

As she turned around the corner, she was faced not by another endless row of laboratory doors and broken concrete, but an opened steel vault. Dropping to a crouch, she slowly made her way to the door, keeping her ears and eyes peeled for any kind of sudden movement. As she got closer to the vault door, it became more and more apparent that this vault was hanging on by a thread.

One moment later, it wasn't hanging on at all. It fell to the ground with a tremendous CLANG shaking dust from the ceiling and shuttering the doors. Masipag scrambled backwards, stumbling back around the corner and out of sight. As the dust settled, she peeked her head around a corner, looking towards where the vault door had once stood.

There was a shimmering block of steel, visible through the doorway. It stood taller and wider then the doors confines would allow, limiting her view to one of the corners. This was something big. This was huge.

«Fritz, can you hear me?»

«Yes, you're coming in clear. What is it?»

«You're gonna want to see this for yourself Fritz. It's something else.»

As she drew nearer, something crunched under her foot. It was a piece of charred paper, which was soon in her hand being read.

Research has been drawing to a close on the project. Although we've made some great progress, we haven't been able to solve the diminish/replenish issue that dofs the research and study. Putting in a notice that the budget for next quarter should be reduced unless we get more commercial results.

She flipped it over to the back. There were two simple words printed on it.

テレキル合金TELEKILL ALLOY


キャラクターメモ:
リー・クライト・バイロン: 「思い出」ハブ主人公。カーク・ロンウッド高校卒業生。

マシパグ中尉: Lt MasipagLt Masipag氏のアバター

フリッツウィリー: FritzWillieFritzWillie氏のアバター

サイラス: 不明──おそらくオリジナル。しかしながら、かつてサイトには同名の古参職員(現在はアカウント削除済)がいたようなので彼のアバターであるかもしれない。

サウル・クルズン: 〜 HK-016は〜から。

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