Codename: 'Athena'
Athena, the Goddess of war and wisdom.
Foundation ReportClearance Level: CL4'Athena' MTF O-1: Background Report |  |
| Growing up with her parents, the girl was surrounded by those she could look up to. A dedicated Father, though he would often be away, showed nothing but love and compassion to the girl. He saw himself in her, and knew she would be able to grow into a respectful, intelligent and strong woman. Her father served in the Royal Airforce first, over a multitude of tours before eventually transferring to the Army to become a para. Her father would often tell the girl stories, as they both sat together in their living room, the girl sat forward, grasping at every word that left the mans mouth. As the years past, the girl dedicated herself to her studies, training in martial arts, begging her father that the day she turned 18 he would take her to her first shooting range. Knowing those guns wouldn’t be the cool ones she had heard in the stories, she yearned to learn marksmanship from her father. Before that day could come, the teenagers father passed. The teenager would never forget the day a man in a pristine suit appeared on her doorstep, holding only a laptop bag which would serve for the purpose of wiring an inconceivable amount of money to her, unable to disclose what had happened to her father, but noting that he died a hero. This news turned the teen cold, while she would stick to her routine, and train hard, those around her noticed that the more playful person she once was, was gone. All that was left was a calm, cold and calculating person. The minute she turned 18, she ensured her name was down, her college qualifications completed, and joined the army as a non-commissioned officer. As time passed, the woman met many, served around the world, and lost more comrades than she could comprehend. One however managed to always survive, and always be in her squadron. Eventually, the cold exterior broke for this one person, and she and the man fell in love. He stayed with her, declined opportunities to climb his station if it meant leaving her side, until after her eight tour, she was given her own personalised squadron. Though the conflict of interest was in question, from the woman's demeanour, they believed he would be a fitting member of her squadron, and she would protect those around her just as she had to many before. The teenager would never forget the day a man in a pristine suit appeared on her doorstep, holding only a laptop bag which would serve for the purpose of wiring an inconceivable amount of money to her, unable to disclose what had happened to her father, but noting that he died a hero. This news turned the teen cold, while she would stick to her routine, and train hard, those around her noticed that the more playful person she once was, was gone. All that was left was a calm, cold and calculating person. The minute she turned 18, she ensured her name was down, her college qualifications completed, and joined the army as a non-commissioned officer. As time passed, the woman met many, served around the world, and lost more comrades than she could comprehend. One however managed to always survive, and always be in her squadron. Eventually, the cold exterior broke for this one person, and she and the man fell in love. He stayed with her, declined opportunities to climb his station if it meant leaving her side, until after her sixth tour, she was given her own personalised squadron. Though the conflict of interest was in question, from the woman's demeanour, they believed he would be a fitting member of her squadron, and she would protect those around her just as she had to many before. On her seventh tour, finally accepting and no longer fighting the wishes of her higher-ups to take a break, she and her second in command decided it would be their last for some time. Everything was fine, they had been deployed in the middle east, only taking covert-ops. All was how it should be. On the woman's final week, her team was tasked their final mission, to seek and destroy whatever combat unit had been wiping out far more men than comprehendible. For some reason, drones in the area would fall from the sky as they got close, binoculars would show nothing. But once a team entered, it would not exit. The suicide mission was simple, enter the zone, record as much as possible, and exfiltrate. Though the squadron were well led, hardened and trusted to do the near-impossible, the higher-ups would not risk their lives if they could. The woman could not comprehend what she saw before her, it was not human, and it did not seem real in any case. Its long, gangly form, shaped as a human, but without skin. Seemingly exposed to the world was its veins, its internal organs, but worst of all, its eyes. The leader tried her best to prevent the deaths of her squadron once it had noticed them, but all she could do is scream for their retreat as the creature tore through them all with a single swipe. As she fired her gun, blood splattered around it, but the thing did not seem to take damage, it did not show any sign of being hurt, it simply closened to her. As she reloaded, she watched her partner jump before its swipe, protecting her from imminent death. “Run”, the words sounded like her second in command, but nothing could stop her from grabbing him by his armour and dragging him back. As the creature swiped her again, a cry left her lips as she lunged, tackling the thing to the ground. Her body covered in its blood, it simply clawed itself away and backed up. She realised it must respond to touch, and she would not let the thing live for what it had done to her team, to her husband. Wounds did not matter to her, and in pure adrenaline she lunged once more, missing, but thankful for such as gunfire reigned above her. A loud noise emitted as her eyes slowly blurred, from the mixture of sand, but her slow loss of consciousness. All she could see was a light, seemingly coming from a cylinder as her body was dragged away from the ongoing fight. Finally, once the gunfire and shouting stopped, she allowed the light to take her, taking one final look at her partner. It wouldn't be until days later that she would awaken, in a makeshift tent, a drip in her arm, in a simple t-shirt and the pants she had been wearing in the battle, this time however, clear of her comrades blood. In the bed beside her, a heartrate monitor blinked away, and what was left of her husband remained attached. She watched as the gentle beeps echoing stopped slowly. For the next few days, food was brought to her. Too weak to move, and unsure of what was happening, she surveyed those who entered. Was she captured? Was that thing bait? Who would be behind this technology? On the fifth day a man in a suit sat at the end of her bed when she’d awoken, with two very heavily armed guards beside him. The woman was presented a choice, she would be returned with no memory of what had occurred, or she would help fight against more of those beings, SCPs, and protect those within their organisation from such beings as part of a specialised taskforce. And so, codename ‘Athena’ was born. |
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