Condition Epsilon Briefing
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jack_babalonWelcome to Parallel 23: You are now inside the briefing room of the Tesla Institute, located in New York City's famous Buckminster Fuller Dome - an orgone powered geodesic fortress floating above the island of Manhattan. For over seventy five years now the Tesla Institute has been home to some of the greatest Science Heroes of recent history. Including, to name but a few, founder Nikola Tesla, rocket magickian Jack Parsons, the orgone pioneer Wilhelm Reich, White Sox catcher/spy-master Moe Berg... and you.
Doctor Daedalus Mocksparrow - noted cryptozoologist, self-styled master of ontological-combat and the first man to successfully capture a moth-man alive presiding:
Alright people, listen up.
It's the weekend and word on the street is shit's definetly going to start getting real weird, real fast. We are now at Condition Epsilon. Meaning, all agents are officially activated under Paradigm One-Fiver-Seven. All previous assignments are to be considered on Standby Status. All Leave requests have been cancelled. So if no one minds I'm gonna skip the roll call and get straight to business.
Here's the story. We got nine, count 'em, nine rouge Egregores reported on or around your sector. I'll direct your attention now to the photo chart inside the envelopes provided...
... okay, I know what you're thinking. But the first three aren't the real Blue Demon, El Santo or Mil Máscaras. Your first clue should be the fact that Blue Demon and El Santo have both been dead for a few years now after that whole Deep Ones debacle in '88. And no... these aren't zombie luchadores... we have a different team for that. The three luchadores and six freak shown below are all what the lab boys call O.A.I.'s - Occult Artifical Intelligences. This means you'll be dealing with the "idea of Blue Demon" instead of some big guy in a mask, got it? Good.
Alright, a quick creature-feature brief.
El Hombre Lobo - what we got here is some standard werewolf bullshit. Silver bullets. One in the head. One in the heart. Bang. Bang. On to the next case.
La Vampira - do not, I repeat do not attempt to seduce and destroy. I've lost more good men to La Vampira's than to any other freak combined. Nothing fancy here, kids. Religious symbols, stake through the heart, holy water or holy beer or a holy dixie cup of liquid LSD if you can get it blessed... fer chrissakes though, just don't try to get cute with her.
Okay, okay, who else we got here...
La Momia Azteca - meh, light the fucker up like the Fourth of July, preferably from a distance but a torch to the face should do.
Cyclops - alright we all know cyclops can be a real pain-in-the-ass, that's why you'll each be issued Black-Orgone Energy Pistols. Remember they only pack one shot per charge. If you miss, your best bet is to try to baffle it with riddles, Zen koans, Sufi Parables... or for some reason the works of Albert Camus. It won't stop the prick... but it will give you enough time to swallow your suicide-pills.
Brainiac - Psi-Division tells us this thing utilizes some form of short range mind control, which it uses to lure its victims into the reach of its lobster claws. I won't even tell you what this thing does with that prehensile tongue of his... needless to say all agents are advised to don their special aluminum helmets when in pursuit of a Brainiac. Other than that though, the prick goes down the same as any other man.
Orlack - I have no fucking clue!
Origin and purpose of OAI summoning at this time remains unknown. Right now all we got is the usual suspects... The Invisible College, The Hands of Glory, The Black Lodge and the Erisian Liberation Front. Organizations for whom, not to pussyfoot around it, some of you are working for as sleeper agents. Nevertheless, we need every pair of boots on the ground we got and can't be too picky.
Okay, you know the drill. Exterminate with extreme prejudice... or in the words of wise old, Chānakya: "Those who wish to achieve things should do so without mercy."
All right, people. You got your orders and Debbie Binary will give you your cities of operation in a second.
Any questions?
Doctor Daedalus Mocksparrow - noted cryptozoologist, self-styled master of ontological-combat and the first man to successfully capture a moth-man alive presiding:
Alright people, listen up.
It's the weekend and word on the street is shit's definetly going to start getting real weird, real fast. We are now at Condition Epsilon. Meaning, all agents are officially activated under Paradigm One-Fiver-Seven. All previous assignments are to be considered on Standby Status. All Leave requests have been cancelled. So if no one minds I'm gonna skip the roll call and get straight to business.
Here's the story. We got nine, count 'em, nine rouge Egregores reported on or around your sector. I'll direct your attention now to the photo chart inside the envelopes provided...
... okay, I know what you're thinking. But the first three aren't the real Blue Demon, El Santo or Mil Máscaras. Your first clue should be the fact that Blue Demon and El Santo have both been dead for a few years now after that whole Deep Ones debacle in '88. And no... these aren't zombie luchadores... we have a different team for that. The three luchadores and six freak shown below are all what the lab boys call O.A.I.'s - Occult Artifical Intelligences. This means you'll be dealing with the "idea of Blue Demon" instead of some big guy in a mask, got it? Good.
Alright, a quick creature-feature brief.
El Hombre Lobo - what we got here is some standard werewolf bullshit. Silver bullets. One in the head. One in the heart. Bang. Bang. On to the next case.
La Vampira - do not, I repeat do not attempt to seduce and destroy. I've lost more good men to La Vampira's than to any other freak combined. Nothing fancy here, kids. Religious symbols, stake through the heart, holy water or holy beer or a holy dixie cup of liquid LSD if you can get it blessed... fer chrissakes though, just don't try to get cute with her.
Okay, okay, who else we got here...
La Momia Azteca - meh, light the fucker up like the Fourth of July, preferably from a distance but a torch to the face should do.
Cyclops - alright we all know cyclops can be a real pain-in-the-ass, that's why you'll each be issued Black-Orgone Energy Pistols. Remember they only pack one shot per charge. If you miss, your best bet is to try to baffle it with riddles, Zen koans, Sufi Parables... or for some reason the works of Albert Camus. It won't stop the prick... but it will give you enough time to swallow your suicide-pills.
Brainiac - Psi-Division tells us this thing utilizes some form of short range mind control, which it uses to lure its victims into the reach of its lobster claws. I won't even tell you what this thing does with that prehensile tongue of his... needless to say all agents are advised to don their special aluminum helmets when in pursuit of a Brainiac. Other than that though, the prick goes down the same as any other man.
Orlack - I have no fucking clue!
Origin and purpose of OAI summoning at this time remains unknown. Right now all we got is the usual suspects... The Invisible College, The Hands of Glory, The Black Lodge and the Erisian Liberation Front. Organizations for whom, not to pussyfoot around it, some of you are working for as sleeper agents. Nevertheless, we need every pair of boots on the ground we got and can't be too picky.
Okay, you know the drill. Exterminate with extreme prejudice... or in the words of wise old, Chānakya: "Those who wish to achieve things should do so without mercy."
All right, people. You got your orders and Debbie Binary will give you your cities of operation in a second.
Any questions?
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enemies of the Reich
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