//------------------------------// // Weapons of the Ancients // Story: SCP-1946 "The Stable Door" // by BetaGravGear //------------------------------// Overseer ‘Havoc’ Authorized Deployment of following resources for securing vital point/researching vital object 1. Five high ranking scientist 2. Four specialized agents 3. Six D-Class personal 4. [Redacted] •The above mentioned resources should not enter proximity of the VP until the all clear is given by: Omega-8 or an Overseer. •Potential for VO still unknown, approach with caution. Possible links to following SCPs have been noted; 173, [Redacted]. •Resource enroute has been given call sign Obsidian Cutters. Relay information to current teams in VP Signed [Redacted] “Yes ma’am, it looks like just like SCP-173 only with different materials and broken. We will wait until the research team gets here.” Trench stated into the radio as he noticed Pulse heading towards him. Just as Trench was putting the radio down he felt the entire chamber shake. Everyone instantly turned their head toward Omega lead knowing he would have some kind of answer. “My men are taking care of it right now, so don’t worry. They are the best we have to offer.” Omega Lead assured the other personnel as he looked toward the entrance. Portal thought he heard a sound coming from the arch when he looked toward the strange leader, but when he looked to see what it was, it stopped. Portal shrugged it off and got back to work on the archway, hoping his theory was right. “So what were you doing on the radio?” Pulse asked Trench once he reached him. “I was just reporting a strange statue we found. But we actually got new orders again; we are now to wait until the research team gets here too continue investigating this chamber.” Trench stated as he started moving towards his statue group. “Be sure to tell everyone that. It seems that there is more to this than we know.” He finished as he approached the statue team to tell them the news. Pulse sighed and started to move towards the arch to tell Portal and the rest of his team to stop everything. Templar was not the slight bit worried about the fight that was just about to happen. The small tremor that everyone felt was just the start of the assault by the GOC. This was the first true test of his unit and he was not going to disappoint any of the Overseers. Everyone in his unit was highly trained and ready to show just what they could do. Now all they had to do was destroy the invading force, give the all clear, then wait for Obsidian Cutter to arrive. Templar took one last look around the chamber before heading through the entrance of the chamber to go join the action. Up at the entrance to the cave Centurion, Paladin, and Gaesatae were waiting for the first wave to arrive. The group heard the hum of engines approaching and readied their weapons. After hearing the sound of doors opening and slamming shut, everyone in the group took the safety off and waited for the first unfortunate soul to enter the crosshairs. A few moments later the first three cultists entered the cave. Gaesatae quickly trained his crosshair over one and fired as the three went down in a symphony of red. “Well I guess we will have to paint the cave red now won’t we.” Gaesatae stated coldly as he trained his rifle on the next intruder. The other two were quickly downing targets, each one making the floor redder as blood spilled. Templar reached the cave entrance just as the waves started to get heavier. Templar pulled out his gun/sword hybrid, which had Peacemaker etched on its side, and started to join the defense. Each person was aiming for the most cult kills and trying to ‘paint’ the most. After Gaesatae blew another person’s brain out he noticed something that filled him with dread. Just outside and starting to approach the entrance of the cave was an APC, its gun starting to train itself on Templar. “I think it is time for us to go!” Gaesatae yelled out as he grabbed his rifle and ran down the corridor to the next defense point. The others looked at the entrance and stared wide-eyed at the heavy machine. Templar quickly signaled the other two to head down to the next position as he held off as many cultists as he could. After he was sure they were ready Templar turned around and ran down the right corridor to position number two. As he neared the next emplacement he quickly asked the question that was on everyone’s mind. “Where the hell did they get that?” he asked the four others, all of whom responded with shrugs. “The real question is what has got them so wound up? The GOC usually never tries an all-out-assault like this.” Paladin exclaimed as he looked up toward the entrance to the corridor. All five men looked at each other hoping one had the answer. Samurai looked toward his commander thoughtful look on his face. “Maybe we are not dealing with who we think.” Samurai started as the group started to hear small voices down the path leading to them. “They might look like, act like, and fight like the GOC but the GOC would never try anything like this.” Samurai finished as he looked at the walls of the entrance. Shadows were dancing towards them which gave the group the sign that they had to get ready quickly. “The good news is the giant machine can’t come down here.” Paladin said as he aimed his gun towards the entrance. “And what is the bad news then.” Centurion asked as he trained his own weapon on the entrance. “We are facing mad cultists look alikes who seem to have an infinite number of mercenaries and heavy machinery.” Paladin answered as he took the safety off. “I like those odds.” Gaesatae hissed as he shot the first cultist to walk through the entrance, his brain matter splattering against the cave wall. He continued his accurate barrage as Paladin and Centurion started to lay down suppressive fire. Samurai and Templar both took out their blades and started to slash anything that made it through the hellfire. The entrance walls soon became a canvas of red with little pink bits mixed within. The floor beyond it soon became littered with dismembered bodies and organs. As Samurai hacked through another cultist in a splatter of red he noticed something a little off about the invaders. “Templar, do you notice something off about these cultists?” Samurai asked as he slashed through another cultist’s chest. The cultist kneeled down and tried to stop his bleeding only to be beheaded by Samurai as Templar started to respond. “Yeah, only a small amount of these cultists are even responding to anything that is happening. Something isn’t right about this.” Templar finished as he got a small idea. The next cultist that came within his reach he grabbed by the head. He sliced the body clean off and inspected the dismembered head closely. Templar noticed something that made everything make sense. He quickly yelled at the rest of his unit to fall back immediately. Meanwhile… As Twilight neared the arch she saw the two strange statues all of a sudden hover to the center, both of their ‘gazes’ locked onto the purple unicorn. Everypony gasped in fear as the statues started a quick advance toward the strangely frozen unicorn. Just before the statues reached Twilight two beams of energy came from the stairwell, hitting the statues causing both of them to stop their advance on their target. Both statues and Everypony turned to look at what fired the beams of energy. Standing at the entrance to the stairwell was the sun princess Celestia. The statues immediately began pursuing the princess only to be stopped dead in their tracks by Celestia’s magic aura. She lifted them up and placed them back at their posts next to the arch, using a special spell to make them become inanimate once again. Twilight and the gang ran up to Celestia, hoping to find some answers. Before anypony could start asking questions the princess spoke up. “My little ponies, just what do you think you are doing?” the sun princess stated in a worried voice. “Why did you enter the cave without my assistance?” The princess looked over the mares, waiting for one of them to start explaining. Twilight stepped forward, still a little shaky from the experience, and started to explain. “Princess,” Twilight started with a hint of guilt in her voice, “We thought that there might have been somepony in trouble. When we got closer and entered that strange fog we couldn’t help but keep going forward, we even started to act like completely different ponies.” Twilight was about to go on but was cut off by Celestia. “Girls,” she began her voice taking a more gentle tone of understanding, “the reason I wanted you to wait is because this is not a place for mortal ponies to trot. At least is isn’t anymore.” Her features turned dark as she muttered the last part out. The look of pain and regret leaving just as fast as it appeared as she continued. “The fog was once a deterrent for the many creatures of the forest, it was used to make sure nothing came to close that isn’t supposed to be here. Though it looks like it has been corrupted like the rest of the castle.” Celestia looked at each of the girls before continuing, knowing that she could not tell them exactly what the room was for yet. As she talked, all the occupants of the room failed to notice the symbols on the portal start to glow, along with parts of the floor.