Operation FLORAL SKIES
Foundation Field Agent Ali Hanover thought she was good at her job.
That's why she was surprised when she was told to report to the Site-997 auxiliary meeting room. Usually when Foundation Employees where told to report to a back room without a stated purpose, it meant they had committed an error so egregious that the employee would be 'Terminated.' A thinly veiled euphemism for killed.
As she stepped inside the dark, empty room, she heard the door lock shut behind her.
Stars, is this...? Are they just going to kill me? I don't even know what I did!
A voice, feminine, but with a filter stopping any further recognition, called out from the darkness, "Agent Hanover, sit down. I am 05-11."
05 command was involved?
"You will remain for the entirety of the session. The door is locked, however it is vital you pay attention." The Overseer said, "I understand you are terrified, you probably think you are being punished for some mishap. You may think that you are being Terminated. This is incorrect."
Few. Okay, I'm not dieing. Not today atleast...
The Overseer continued, "You are being assigned to Operation Floral Skies. This is not a choice on your part."
Ali nodded. This didn't bode well, whenever someone was assigned without choice, it usually meant it was a death trap.
"As a part of Operation Floral Skies, you will be given Amnestics and placed aboard a TCN ship. You will sabotage the TCN vessel and get captured by The Affini. After 3 months, you will return to the planet Zion 4."
The Overseer paused, as Ali noticed a large packet of papers in front of her.
"In front of you is a dossier containing all the information you might need. You will report to the Site-997 Medical bay for Amnestic Treatment at two pm, local time, tomorrow," The 05 paused. "Any questions?"
"Why me?" Ali asked.
"You were specifically recommended for this Operation by Site Directer Reynolds." The Overseer said.
Ahh, so she had somehow angered the Site Director, and was now being sent to probable death. Perfect.
Ali nodded, "I'll let you know if I have any more questions once I read the dossier."
Ali opened the dossier, and read the first Document, entitled 'Foreword'
BY ACCESSING THIS DOCUMENT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE YOU HAVE VERIFIED CLEARANCE FOR OPERATION FLORAL SKIES. IF THIS HAS BEEN SENT TO YOU IN MISTAKE, CLOSE THIS DOCUMENT IMMEDIATELY AND NOTIFY A RAISA LIAISON. CONTINUING WITHOUT CLEARANCE WILL RESULT IN DEMOTION AND/OR TERMINATION.
Foreword: Welcome to Operation Floral Skies. You have been selected as an undercover agent.
This isn't a regular assignment. You won't have weapons, you won't even know you're working for us.
Simply put, your job is to gain information on The Affini Compact, designated as SCP-233464. This is a dangerous mission. Our info suggests that extraction is possible, but truthfully, we don't know. That's why you are doing this. To find out.
In Phase 1, you will work aboard a TCN ship. SCP-███ will be used to implant the idea of collecting information and extracting to 3 regular TCN personal with no foundation link onboard the ship you will be serving on. You will also be implanted with these goals, but with the added task of sabotaging the TCN ship to be captured by SCP-233464. In Phase 2, you will investigate the Affini Compact. After a three month period, Phase 3, extraction, will commence.
Speaking candidly, this mission is of utmost importance. SCP-233464 is able to destroy the Foundation, and all of the Terran Accord. It's up to you and the █ other operatives to provide us with the necessary intel.
- 05-11
Ali flipped to the next Document.
Item #: SCP-233464
Clearance Level: 3/Confidential
Containment Class: In Progress
Disruption Class: 5/Amida
Risk Class: 4/Danger
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-233464 is currently uncontained. Operation Floral Skies is in progress to acquire information on SCP-233464. Temporarily, MTF Phi-478 ("Plantfuckers") has been commissioned to help the TCN fight SCP-233464.
Should any Foundation Personnel be captured by SCP-233464, they must self-amnestitize before capture. SCP-233464 must under no circumstances be made aware of the Foundation's existence.
Our one advantage is secrecy, the second the Affini find out about us we lose our advantage. At that point, we will have lost the war. - 05-4
Description: SCP-233464 is the Affini Compact. SCP-233464 is a collective consisting of instances of SCP-233464-1, instances of SCP-233464-2, Terrans, and other alien species.
SCP-233464-1 refers to the Affini. Instances are composed of plant matter. The appearance of an Instance of SCP-233464-1 varies, but generally they appear to be humanoid. Instances are shown to have a hypnotizing effect on those around them.
SCP-233464-2 refers to Terrans or other alien species that have been "domesticated" by an instance of SCP-233464-1. Instances of SCP-233464-2 show signs of being drugged. Instances claim to be happy with being pets, however the veracity of these statements are unknown, due to the fact that most info coming from them is from propaganda.
Short. Ali thought. It made sense though, her job was to collect the information for proper documentation.
She looked at the next document, called 'Overview of Amnestic Procedure.'
Composition of Amnestics for use in Operation Floral Skies:
█mg, Type 2 Amnestics: Regressive Retrograde, Erases recent memories and works it's way backwards.
950mg, Type 4 Amnestics: Progressive Retrograde, Erases early memories and works it's way forwards. Extremely potent.
█mg, Type 7 Amnestics: Gaslighting. Causes subject to doubt authenticity of memories.
75mg, Type 8 Amnestics: Anterograde, prevents the subject from forming new memories for a set amount of time, based on dosage. 75mg = approx. 24 hours.
██mg, Type █ Amnestics: ██████. █████████████ for a set amount of time, based on dosage. 75mg = approx. 24 hours.
50mg, SCP-███
100mg, SCP-███
Post-Procedure Overview:
After the above Amnestics have been applied, the subject will be implanted with fake memories. Shortly afterwards, the subject will enlist on a TCN Ship, specified below:
Minotaur's Wrath
Ali was experienced with Amnestics, though usually she was the one administering them as a part of her duties as a Field Agent, and she didn't like what she saw. Sure, Types 2 , 4, and 7 could be undone with the proper mnestics...
But then there was the redacted one. And the two scips being used. She hated not knowing, that's part of what drew her to Foundation.
Ali looked up, "No questions Overseer."
Ali heard the click of the door unlocking.
"You are dismissed. You may take the rest of the day off in order to prepare. Report to the Site 997 Medical Bay at two pm, local time, tomorrow."
Ali made her way to her designated living quarters at Site 997. Site 997 was the largest Foundation Site in the Avis-Whence System (a solar system on the outskirts of the Terran Accord, only one planet, Avis-4 had a permenant civilian population).
Her quarters were small, but not cramped. Deffinitely better than what the average Terran lived in. And they were free, one of the benefits of working at the Foundation.
She used her ID badge to open the door, walked inside, and sat on her bed. She pulled out her phone and texted her friend, a researcher by the name of Emily Archer, and invited her out for dinner. A few minutes later she got a response.
"Yeah sure, I'll meet you at the Entrance at 18:00" was Emily's response.
Ali quickly figured out what time that meant, 6:00pm.
"I was thinking that burger place on 24th street." Ali suggested.
"Sounds good!" Emily texted back.
Ali considered telling Emily about Operation Floral Skies, but she decided against it. She hadn't brought it up earlier and bringing it up now would be weird, she could mention it during dinner.
Ali texted Emily, "I have the rest of the day off, so I'm going to take a nap now. See you at 6." she quickly added, "you should probably get back to work."
Ali got out of her work uniform, a pair of blue pants and a matching jacket with a tactical vest, and into a pair of pajamas. She left her personal firearm on the counter, probably not the safest, but only site security and other foundation soldiers could enter her apartment without her letting them in, so...
Ali got in bed and drifted off to sleep.
She awoke to an alarm blaring out, her room lit up by a flashing red light.
She heard a voice coming over the speaker system, "THIS IS SITE DIRECTOR REYNOLDS. THERE HAVE BEEN MULTIPLE CONTAINMENT BREACHES. INITIATING STANDARD BREACH PROTOCOL. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL."