Let's talk about the thematic foundation of these documents. The 
point of this portrayal of the Chaos Insurgency is that they're all 
getting absolutely played by the Engine. This "object" format is 
supposed to embody the inherent contradictions in the nature of the 
Chaos Insurgency. They're an organization that purports to have as 
its goal the perfect understanding and integration of the anomalous 
—but they don’t tell their operatives anything about these 
paranormal objects or phenomena. There is the i/lusion of order— 
they’re following a strict series of instructions. But the reality is 
chaos—the average Chaos Insurgency operative has no idea what 
they’re doing or why. They’re just following the Engine’s plan. 


Oh, also, who’s the Engineer? A member of Delta Command who's 


in constant telepathic conversation with the Engine, unceasingly 
transcribing the Engine’s will into the Plan. Basically a mouthpiece. 
The Engine is the real mastermind behind everything, but nobody 
but Delta Command is aware of the Engine’s existence or true 
nature. 


Just to close out, when approaching these documents, we think that 
it's much more helpful for you, as a writer, not to think about an 
object you want to portray, but instead a story regarding that object, 
and even more specifically, what the Chaos Insurgency wants to do 
with that object. In order to portray exactly what the object is, you 
have to work around the knowledge blackout of the Insurgency to 
weave in implications, hints, or references to other parts of the 
Foundation universe. 


Document Break-Down 


DeCIRO Catalogue Number: The DeCIRO (Delta Command 
Intelligence Recording Office) Catalogue Number is the Chaos 
Insurgency's basic equivalent of the Foundation's Item Number, 
except that it applies to all documents. 


Document Type: While "Step Compilation" will always been the 
Document Type at the top of the document, included sub-documents 
will have different Document Types. Sub-document information is 
detailed farther below. 


Dates Received: Pretty self explanatory. Using xx-xx-xxxx (month- 
day-year) as a template. (ex: 04-22-1955) Keep in mind these dates 
correlate with the DeCIRO number of the Steps Compilation 
document. 


Operation Status: If all the Steps on the document have been 
followed, and no further Steps are expected to be produced, the 
Operation Status is Closed. If the Insurgency is still following the 
Steps and/or it is suspected that more relevant Steps will be 
produced, the Operation Status is Open. 


Foreword: Delta Command is not exactly the most sane group of 


individuals. The Foreword is them essentially talking to themselves 
(as only they would ever see the Foreword), usually through colorful 
language or metaphors. Useful for cluing the reader onto exposition 
things you wouldn't be able to easily do within the Steps. 


1. STEP _ This is where the fun starts. The Steps are what the 
Insurgency is actually going to do with the object(s) relevant to the 
document. As such, descriptions aren't all too common. Instead, the 
Step may call for research of a particular object and then the 
resulting documentation of the study would be attached. 


Step Compilation Template 


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**kDeCIRO Catalogue Number:** SC-[First Step]/[Last Step] 
**xDocument Type:** Step Compilation 

x**xDates Received:** [Date of first Step] through [Date <« 
**Operation Status:** Open/Closed 


**xForeword:** [Vague description of the object, the ope1 
Command feels about it.] 


Hereafter we of Delta Command document the Steps of the 
**1, STEP [Last two numbers of the year/Step number of t 


[Set of instructions] 


**2,. STEP [Last two numbers of the year/Step number of t 


[Rinse, repeat as necessary] 


Sub-Documents Templates 


Summary Report 


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**DeCIRO Catalogue Number:** FR-[Relevant Step]-[Numbe 
**xDocument Type:** Summary Report 

**Date Received: ** XX-XX-XXXX 

**xAuthor:** [Name] 

*xSummary Report:** [Findings Reports (the "FR" in the 


research or recon instructed in the relevant step, in 
well, summarily report.] 


Post-Operation Summary Report 


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**DeCIRO Catalogue Number:** POR-[Relevant Step]-—[Numk 
**xDocument Type:** Post-Operation Summary Report 
*xDate Received: ** XX-XX-XXXX (Month-—Day-—Year) 
**Author:** [Name] 


[Report detailing the results of the relevant military 


Covert Operations 


VVVVNVVV VV 


**DeCIRO Catalogue Number:** CO-[Relevant Step]-[Numbe 
*xDocument Type:** Covert Operations 

**Date Received: ** XX-XX-XXXX 

**xAuthor:** Delta Command 


[Secret op instructions. ] 


Gate of Janus 


Ever since Zhi Xin had returned from leading the raid at Larissa, 
Arjun had watched her nibble on a stale piece of bread. Her face 
was scrunched in an expression that Arjun judged to be two parts 
frustration and one part contempt. The two of them were sitting in 
the cafeteria of the installation currently serving as the Insurgency’s 
headquarters in Greece. The O5 Council had not given them the 
resources to construct their facilities to ordinary Foundation 
standards. And why would they? The Insurgency was pretending to 
be a renegade faction anyway, and what renegade would enjoy 
superior living conditions to those in power? 


“I miss the food at Overwatch,” Zhi Xin said. She tossed the bread 
onto her plate. 


“We signed up for this, Xin.” 


“Completely false! We never chose to become D-Class. Nor was the 
choice to join the Red Right Hand really a choice. That requires 
approximately equivalently appealing choices. Which were not 
available.” 


Arjun sighed. “And if we did not sign up for this, we do it because it 
is right.” 


“You do it because you believe it to be right.” 
“Enough,” Arjun said. “What happened during the raid?” 


“There were no SS Ahnernerbe to be found. The temple was 
empty.” 


“The Coalition?” 


“Similarly absent, given that the Ahnernerbe weren't there. We beat 
the Ahnernerbe to whatever they wanted and we beat the GOC to 


the Ahnernerbe.” 


Xin started picking at her nails. She was constantly moving from 
position to position—slouching, leaning back, resting her head. Arjun 
thought of gas particles bouncing around in a pressurized chamber. 
After a while, she picked the bread back up, turned it over in her 
hands, and put it back down. 


“We took what the Ahnernerbe was after. Waited for them to come, 
killed most of them. Left before the Coalition showed. Standard, 
routine stuff, Arjun. Why are you so interested?” 


“You don’t usually act this bored, Xin. | was just wondering if 
something was wrong.” 


“It was standard, routine stuff. Why wouldn't | be bored?” 


Xin’s words echoed in the emptiness of the cafeteria. Arjun let his 
attention drift away from Xin. He stared upon row after row of empty 
seats, and metal tables, and glowing lights that flickered every so 
often. There was a question nagging at the back of his mind, and as 
much as he tried he could not plug the leak in the dam blocking up 
all his doubt well enough to prevent it from escaping. 


“| wonder what would’ve happened if the Ahnernerbe got its hands 
on the thing,” Xin said. 


“What?” 


“| mean, don’t you ever just wonder, sometimes? What would 
happen if the ‘bad guys’ win. To be honest, we’re running out of 
unambiguous bad guys. They’re wizard Nazis, Arjun. Enjoy them 
while they last, because the GOC isn’t having any of this.” 


Arjun shook his head. “You're not making any sense.” 


“Look, if you can’t imagine the world where the bad guys win, then 
what? What are the stakes? What’s at risk? This is why imagination 
is important, Arjun. Because it'll teach you motive.” 


Why am | here? 


The question flooded Arjun’s mind. Arjun tried repeating to himself: 
the O5 Council stood to protect humanity, and if the O5 Council 
needed an organization that did the Foundation’s work while 
absolving it of responsibility, then so be it. But the flood washed that 
answer away. Ideology became faint and distant before Arjun’s 
eyes, and he realized with a surge of panic that without that there 
was nothing else to hold onto. And then as soon as it came, the 
question receded, leaving behind a mind that was not quite sure if 
the question had come at all. 


“So what was the Ahnernerbe even after?” 
“V8 automobile engine.” 
“Anomalous properties?” 


Xin shrugged. “I didn’t touch the thing, didn’t look at it. You know. 
Standard protocol. We’re testing the thing now. Hell if | want to be in 
charge, though. Testing is terrible.” 


“So we have no idea what the thing is.” 
“The one exciting thing about this entire ordeal, yes.” 


Exciting things. Arjun thought about Overwatch. Glory and prestige 
had a certain smell—incense and roses, maybe—when they burned 
and threw up smoky fumes into the air. That scent filled Arjun’s nose 
when he thought on his own position. He was one of the elect, the 
chosen few, those who would stand at the side of the O5 and turn 
back the tide of... 


Exciting things. But there was nothing to do. 


“| would avoid Michelle tomorrow if | were you,” Xin said. She 
yawned widely. 


“Why?” 


Xin laughed, before standing and turning to leave. “Her marvelous 
invention completely failed to work in the raid. Turns out memetics is 
bullshit after all. Night, Arjun.” 


Apt. does not have standard furnishings. Instead, scattered 
around the apartment are dozens of sculptures that resemble 
extremely distorted human beings. These sculptures appear to be 
made from a variety of materials, including marble, granite, wood, 
metal, porcelain, [DATA EXPUNGED], and glass. [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. Two doors lead out of the entry room: a door in the 
left wall that is stuck and has never been opened, and a door in the 
back wall (added between 198 and 199 ) that is usually closed. The 
second door leads to a room that contains more sculptures, as well 
as a table on which lay a large array of tools for sculpting [DATA 
EXPUNGED]. Also in this room are outside-facing windows that 
always have the blinds drawn. All attempts to remove any of the 
sculptures or tools, or the table, from Apt. have been met with 
violent resistance from SCP-602. 


Any person inside Apt. _ is subject to attack by SCP-602. Through 
an unknown method, SCP-602 can apparently transform a living 
human into a sculpture of variable material, similar to the sculptures 
already present in Apt. . When doing so, SCP-602 will close and 
lock the front door of the apartment from the inside, completely 
barring entry to and exit from the apartment during that time. 
SCP-602 will also destroy or otherwise neutralize any sensory 
equipment set up within Apt. , and has consistently destroyed 
concealed surveillance equipment carried by test subjects before 
transforming these subjects. 


Addendum 1: Document 602-S28, Establishment of Site-28 


SCP-602 came to the attention of the Foundation in late 
198 , after the disappearance of [DATA EXPUNGED]. 
The Foundation acquired the Greene St building 
shortly thereafter. Overwatch determined that the 
interests of the Foundation would best be served by low- 
profile piecemeal acquisition of the rest of the building 
rather than exerting eminent domain over civilian- 
occupied units. 


Once SCP-602 was officially classified as Safe and 
containment procedures were enacted, the areas of the 


“Good night, Xin.” 


At six foot seven, Michelle Richardson stood well above the other 
seven members of the Insurgency’s High Command. They all had 
sight, so they all knew that she was perpetually hungry. For years, 
Arjun had been vaguely aware of some enticing thing lurking just 
outside the boundaries drawn by the Foundation, something 
unprofessional and unsanitary and unscientific and quite possibly 
savage. He shunned it; Michelle craved it. 


When Arjun found her on the roof of their research facility, staring at 
the lights of San Francisco’s skyline in the distance, she had a 
painting canvas before her. It was impossible to see what she was 
painting in the darkness. As Arjun approached, he noticed several 
glass vials littering the floor. 


“How are you doing, Arjun?” she asked. 
“Good. Thank you.” 
“Anything | can do for you?” 


“No. | only came up here for some fresh air. It gets stuffy in the 
barracks sometimes.” 


“Mm.” 


Michelle turned back to her painting, while Arjun stood silently 
behind her. After a few seconds, she turned back around and locked 
eyes with Arjun. He knew that he could not observe Michelle without 
being observed back, and harder. If she had things her way, the 
universe would organize itself such that it would always be viewed 
through her eyes. 


“Let’s talk, Arjun. | don’t like it when you only stand there. | want you 
to speak. Let’s have a conversation. I'll start: what is your opinion on 
the engine?” 


Arjun blinked. “I don’t believe that we should...be so confident that 
the engine is really...” 


“Every single researcher who has ever been exposed to the engine, 
without exception, has achieved some miraculous breakthrough in a 
field of anomalous science. Do you believe that the universe is so 
chaotic that a probabilistically impossible outcome such as this 
simply happens without fanfare?” 


“| don’t know, Michelle.” 
The Insurgency was too far gone. 


For years Arjun had seen the signs of the world, seen those signs 
that were straight and ordered, seen those signs that twisted and 
howled. He had known what was safe and what was dangerous. 
Then he had been ordered to dive into the jungle of the anomalous 
and in that heart of darkness somehow map a way through the 
tortuous land. The voice of guidance from on high had commanded 
him to eat the forbidden fruit, and so he did, and... 


What did it mean to use the anomalous? Whatever goals were 
achieved, whatever victory was won, the anomalous was part of that 
result. Arjun knew that the anomalous was beginning to take root in 
his body. When the day came that he could no longer call the 
paranormal alien, when he looked at the sign of his own soul and 
saw it twisted, Arjun knew that he would be permanently lost. 


“You're afraid,” Michelle said. 
“lam not afraid.” 


“Don't lie to me. | can see the fear in your eyes. You’re afraid of the 
engine. It’s understandable. But our job is to use the anomalous. It 
was our assignment.” 


“Ultimately our job is to contain the anomalous because it is 
dangerous. Because it poses unacceptable risks to human society.” 


Michelle laughed. “Human society? Of what value is human society 
anyway? For as long as either of us knows, human society has been 
built on a lie, and personally, | don’t like deception.” 


Arjun didn’t know if Michelle grasped the irony of what she was 
saying. 


“Imagine what we could do with the engine,” Michelle said. “It is a 
force for progress. If the Foundation were to use the engine, we 
would be able to achieve wondrous things. What does the 
Foundation understand now? Memetics. Amnestics. That’s why we 
have Hallucinogenic Memetoamnestic Substance. It lets us see the 
world beyond reality, giving us unparalleled insight into the present 
and future. What if we understood the concept of sapience? The 
human—or the non-human—soul? Reality-bending?” 


“So what has the O5 Council said?” 

“| have yet to submit a report to them.” 
Arjun blinked. 

“What?” 


“As promising as the results are, | have no desire to give the O5 
Council any false hope. It would be embarrassing. | need more 
testing and more time. And even when I’m ready, a report cannot be 
immediately sent, especially given how absolutely secure any 
communications between us and the O5 Council must be.” 


“But at the very least preliminary findings—so that they know—*