Eklund: Keep away from the arms. Keep away from the 
hands and ignore the generator's voices. (heavy 
breathing) Get to the crack. The gears are weaker there. 


(mechanical scraping sounds, gunshots) 


Eklund: AOl Command, this is — (pained grunts) — 
Runemaster Niklas Eklund. 


(white noise) 


Unknown Male: Step back from the generator or the 
guards — (white noise) — your soul will not reach rest if 
you — (pained screaming) 


(white noise, mechanical crunching sounds) 


Eklund: Command, | don't know if you can hear this, but 
if you do | have one last message. 


(gunshots, screeching) 
Eklund: | won't stop fighting— 
(white noise) 

<END TRANSMISSION> 


02:21- A large explosion of blue fire occurs near the Vemork 
Hydroelectric Plant. Facility 12 switches to using reserve generators 
for power. Team Dog is presumed to be killed in action. Special 
Operative Josef collapses a storage shelf, killing two priests, and 
Team Able exits the storage room while being pursued by soldiers. 


Written Testimony: Special Operative Josef (Team Able) 


Ridley's death made me realize fleeing the priests was 


pointless. We would only lose more lives, and not 
fighting aggressors is against my purpose. When Javiera 
killed one of the priests | dropped from the shelf to 
handle the remaining two. 


The two infernal horses attacked first. Their fires and 
kicks could not harm me so | took their heads and broke 
them against each other until flickering remnants were 
left. One priest tore down an entire column of a shelf, 
unleashing writhing masses of tendrils and demons that 
radiated an aura intense enough that any attempt to 
approach pained me. The priest pushed me toward them 
with an excessive number of magical barriers, all of 
which | punched through with ease. Javiera aided with a 
grenade that tore through his legs, giving me a chance to 
throw him into the demon masses. None of my 
teammates saw what happened to his body. 


The last priest, wearing black robes instead the typical 
white, summoned lightning bolts, daggers of ice, and 
flaming bullets as he levitated above me. Normally | 
wouldn't care — it's nothing | haven't seen before — but 
he aimed for the words of life on my forehead, knowing 
any damage to it would disable me. As my teammates 
were defending themselves from the demon masses, | 
had to handle him alone. 


Much like before | climbed the shelf, avoiding the 
scrambling appendages of creatures the priest had 
awoken. | threw several towards him but all disintegrated 
from cleansing barriers he had raised around himself. 
His response was to summon numerous apparitions 
around him. | would later learn that all of the apparitions 
were facsimiles of the Norse pantheon, meant to 
intimidate, but at the time | thought it was only another 
obstacle. | lunged from the shelf and broke through each 
apparition but in my haste | forgot about the priest's 
ability to dodge. When | landed on the ground he flew 
toward me with an axe of lightning. 


Getting near me lost him his sole advantage. | grabbed 


onto his body and broke him against the shelf with the 
strength to fracture several of its columns. The section of 
the shelf crumbled slowly enough that | could escape the 
rain of artifacts it produced. It all combusted in an 
aetheric blast that eviscerated the demon masses and 
tore a hole into an adjacent chamber. 


Figured we had to leave when streams of thaumic 
projectiles came from behind. 


02:22- Team Baker uses explosives to destroy several pieces of 
equipment in the mechanical room. The group enters an elevator 
that brings them to a room on the main level containing statues of 
Norse deities and occult iconography. The area is presumed to have 
been used for Thule Society rituals. They break the elevator and 
momentarily rest. 


Written Testimony: Operative Kjell Anthonsen (Team 
Baker) 


If Niklas had lived to see the chamber he would've had a 
heart attack. | never knew Norse legends as well as he 
did, but my time with him around the Universalist Order 
of the AAsir made me see how wrong it was. Thor never 
wielded a sword, let alone Tyrfing, runic prayers don't 
belong on the statues of military commanders, renditions 
of Yggdrasil shouldn't be surrounded by animals guts. A 
few glances at my occultists friends and | could tell they 
felt the same. If we didn't have our mission we would've 
torn the place to the ground — though we did give the 
Fuhrer and Quisling's® effigies royal send offs down the 
elevator shaft. 


02:23- The convoy controlled by Team Charlie arrives at the main 
entrance of Facility 12. Guards order them to turn it back due to the 
AOl incursion. Both halves of Team Charlie assault the main 
entrance, suffering one death and four casualties, then enter Facility 
12. 


02:26- Teams Able and Baker enter a spacious weapons testing 
chamber. An automaton wielding 008-BETA enters alongside 


Obskuracorps soldiers. Five AOl members are killed in the ensuing 
battle. 


Written Testimony: Captain Mathew Dell (Team Baker) 


In complete honesty | nearly shit myself when the 
automaton unsheathed the sword. We knew they had 
been testing the sword. We didn't know they found a way 
to actually use the damn thing. Its black armor and silver 
runic decorations didn't help to cool my nerves. 


Without hesitating it went straight for Gunvald. He pulled 
his hands-shooting-fire trick but the automaton just held 
the sword out and let the flames sweep around them. 
Only a single scratch landed on Gunvala's arm before it 
split in half. | watched him try to run to me for any sort of 
help but the sword's next swing just reached him (I don't 
know how to describe it — it should've missed but it still 
hit and it made sense) and he split apart. Oz went the 
same way. And Darion. And Jules. 


When it came for me next I tried thinking about throwing 
the automaton to the ground, but | suddenly pictured the 
sword and those thoughts started hurting. Right when it 
swung at me | panicked and thought about throwing a 
crate between us. | thought | was dead but the crate split 
clean in half while | didn't. | kept that up for a good 
minute with any junk | could find and it kept working. 
Problem was it was becoming such a burden on my mind 
| could've passed out any second. Couldn't think enough 
about attacking as well, so | figured | was screwed. 


Only got out when the automaton was distracted by 
some of Josef's spirits. 


eal 


Then Hal started singing an old Mekhanite hymn. Didn't 
hold any weapon at all. | thought he'd gone mad until the 
automaton fumbled its swing and paused. | swear some 
gears in its chassis turned to mimic the hymn in 


response. 


Obskura never built that automaton. Definitely nobody 
Germanic for that matter. | thought the armor meant they 
had but Hal figured they added it on after (or he was ata 
loss for what to do). Ahnenerbe, Thule, whoever found it 
must've been so over their head with "Aryan" superiority 
that they were sure the machine was either their own 
heritage or could bend to their every will. Never imagined 
it wouldn't. 


Needless to say it is satisfying to imagine what their 
faces looked like when the automaton sliced itself. 


02:30- Special Operative Josef obtains 008-BETA and destroys the 
automaton. Team Charlie spots several Thule Society priests and 
Obskuracorps researchers in a basement area, who open a Way 
and flee into the dimension it leads to. No operatives could enter 
before the Way spontaneously detonated. 


A majority of the remaining soldiers at Facility 12 surrendered. 
Documents detailing research were found, though most had been 
intentionally destroyed by soldiers prior to the facility's full capture. 
Interrogation of captured soldiers is in progress. Exploration of the 
destroyed sublevel to the Vemork Hydroelectric Plant yielded no 
information on the nature of the "dwarven occult generator" that had 
been in use. 


All members of Team Dog have been posthumously awarded the 
AOI Valiance Medal. 


IMPORTANT SECURITY NOTICE: 


Undercover operatives embedded in the Ahnenerbe have reported 
that 008-ALPHA has been discovered by the Obskuracorps. An 
archaeology team found an underground tomb at the ruins of a Goth 
settlement, likely within German-occupied Polish territory, which 
contained a decayed corpse and a damaged sword. Descriptions of 
the sword are similar to the appearance of 008-BETA. It is unknown 
if a thaumaturgic hex is present on the artifact. 


It is now suspected that 008-ALPHA will be used as a substitute for 
008-BETA in performing HSR-001-Advent-Nox. If reports of the 
Thule Society creating forgeries of the Keys and important religious 
artifacts are true, then it is likely that preparations for the Rite are 
nearing completion. An operation to halt the performance is being 
planned. 


Footnotes 

1. HSA-008-Advent may be transferred to Foundation jurisdiction 
upon the conclusion of the present war, depending on devised 
containment procedures for HSR-001-Advent-Nox. 

2. Lasting from 1875 to 1882. Notably, the war resulted in the death 
of a Code BLACK entity that had been preventing the performance 
of HSR-001-Advent-Nox, which allows it to be performed now in the 
modern day.Archival Note:Entity is now designatedLTE-0913-Ex- 
Machina. 

3. A German occult group. 

4. A branch of the German government's SS Ahnenerbe, focusing 
on the military use of anomalies. 

5. A golem whose body contains HSA-007-Advent ("The Seventh 
Key of Solomon"),discovered by Obskuracorpsin Prague, 
Czechoslovak Republic. Josef fought German forces in the area 
until recovery by the AOI. 

6. Vidkun Quisling, head of the German-occupied Norwegian 
government. 


« Obskuracorps Memos... || Black Sunrise || A Mat 


A Man of Clay and Men Formerly Men 


« Archival Document -- HSA-008-Advent || Black S 


Somewhere in the woods, Nazi-occupied Norway, 1944... 
Knock knock. 


Benedikt Holzer rushed down the stairwell of the nameless manor. 
There was an unexpected guest at the door. 


Knock knock. 


Moonlight streaking through cracks in the barricaded windows 
guided Benedikt's every move. As the gears behind his eyes 
churned every faint beam of light became a laser of daylight, 
exposing every mine's outline and every ritual dagger's tip. His feet 
artfully dodged around the boobytraps and his hands rested firmly 
on the pistols in his pant pockets. 


Knock. 


His flow was disrupted. A foot slipped and he threw his body to the 
left before any limb could meet an explosive fate. There was the 
faint rustling of metal as his head slid into the barbed wire lining the 
railings. 


Knock. 


"I'm coming!" he shouted between spits of blood. Benedickt placed 
his hands on the railing's underside and pushed, tearing what was 
left of a face from the metal tangle. Before any blood and oil could 
stain his uniform he unbuckled a metal faceplate from his belt and 
strapped it around his face. It had no facial features, simply 
eyeholes. Luckily he had no need for a face these days. 


seems unable to use some substances to increase its mass, and will 
instead convert it into a gas, which is then released from its 
‘chimney'. SCP-737 appears unwilling to absorb copper and its own 
removed segments. SCP-737 is predatory, and will favor living 
targets over inanimate objects. 


SCP-737 is likely vulnerable to damage, as the wood that comprises 
its outer shell shows no anomalous properties. Due to this, great 
care must be taken when handling SCP-737. As the chances of 
SCP-737 being a natural organism are extremely low, any clues as 
to its origin are to be reported immediately. 


History: SCP-737 was first discovered by the Foundation after a 
series of child disappearances in came to their attention when 
the police received testimony of 'a toy train’ fleeing from the crime 
scenes. Mobile Task Force Mu-9 "Toybreakers" were sent in to 
investigate the matter, and despite losing of their group, were able 
to successfully retrieve SCP-737. 


Addendum 737-1: SCP-737's size has recently increased 
dramatically. If SCP-737 continues to grow at this rate, we may have 
to reconsider the containment procedures. - Dr. Honey 


Addendum 737-2: At approximately : on / /20 ,acontainment 
breach of SCP- caused SCP-737's regular feeding time to be 
missed. Twenty minutes after the containment breach, SCP-737 
began slowly absorbing the copper in its safe at a rate of 1 cm/hour, 
releasing a toxic and opaque gas from its ‘chimney’. 


SCP-737 was quickly brought under control by the timely actions of 
Research Assistant _, who described the gas as ‘foul’. It now 
appears that although SCP-737 is unwilling to absorb copper, it 
does have the capacity to do so. 


« SCP-736 | SCP-737 | SCP-738 » 


He jumped down the stairwell for the last few steps and sprinted to 
the door. He flicked a switch by the handle and awoke the intercom 
system, leaning into a repurposed radio transceiver nailed on. He 
spoke. 


Knock— 


"Greetings. Could you identify yourself?" No normal person had any 
reason to waltz through the layers of security outside to visit a long 
abandoned mansion. No normal person would have lived to be 
knocking on this door. 


"No need. | only have a few questions on your manor." 


Gravelly voice. Fluent German. Old. A dispatch from Obskuracorps? 
A visiting warrior priest of the Thule Society? If either were the case, 
why had no message been delivered by command announcing so, 
and why would the messenger refuse to be identified? 


"Sir, you will need identification—" 
"Again, no need. Only a few questions and | will be leaving." 


Benedikt unholstered a pistol and pressed the barrel against the 
door, finger gliding onto the trigger. 


"If you insist. What questions do you have?" 
"What is this place?" 


"It's an old mansion once owned by ancestors of Minister President 
Vidkun Quisling. It has to be kept off limits due to structural 
instabilities." Both lies. 


"| see. Do you know when it was built?" 


"Some time in the 1800s." One of the last structures the Norwegian 
occultists of Nyrsigtuna ever built. 


"Hmm. Now, have you realized | could sense your aetheric aura?" 


"I— Would you please repeat that?" The gun barrel wavered. 


There was a thunderous crack as the door burst inward, chunks of 
wood propelling into Benedikt's torso, gun spiraling far behind onto 
the marble floor. The air around his hands heated in a short-lived 
attempt at a thaumic counterattack before the bulky mass of the 
radio transceiver rapidly met his neck. 


If no alarms had been triggered in the skirmishes with the perimeter 
guards then surely one would be triggered now. 


Special Operative Josef strode over the bloodied wooden shrapnel 
and kneeled to inspect what was left of the door greeter. With a thick 
clay hand he plucked a flashlight from his Allied Occult Initiative- 
issued fatigues and shone it on the masked severed head. 


"Are you still there?" 


Gears pushed past layers of viscera and jutted out of the neck, 
jerkily rotating and wheeling over to the torso. With a series of clicks 
it fastened to the body, reheaded. The greeter jumped to their feet. 


"Y-you're the golem of-" 


"Of Prague, yes." He grasped onto the greeter's arms and clenched, 
feeling the metal bones soften like clay. "What is your name?" 


"Benedikt—" Coughing. "Lower Priest Benedikt Holzer." The 
beheading had dropped his voice by an octave, now accompanied 
by aconstant, faint sound of radio interference. 


A Thule Society member. Josef was certainly in the right location, 
though that was clear from the moment he stepped into the intense 
aetheric energies surrounding the manor. "Benedikt, what has the 
Society been doing here?" 


"We've been... experimenting."