CHAOS THEORY

[CreekMando]

The year is 1999.
America is on the border of a new century.

But humanity lies on the edge of perhaps the last chapter of their history.

Relive Black Mesa.​

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DISCLAIMER BEFORE YOU APPLY

Due to the lore-significant status of this event, your application may be denied for a history of you having poor roleplay quality, or the application generally being poor. You are expected to make an application with excellent quality.

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Black Mesa Security Corps (0/5)
The sworn protectors of the Black Mesa Research Facility. They cover a wide range of security duties, from camera monitoring to on-site emergency response and more. Security agents are one of the only people in the Black Mesa Research Facility that are armed, and trained in weapon usage. Although, not many security agents actually get to use their weapons.

Black Mesa Science Team (0/10)
Professors, doctors, and assistants. The science team makes up the general staffing of the Black Mesa Research Facility. Prodigies from all over the world are brought here to push the medium of human innovation further. The science team is well educated and strangely close minded.

Facility Staff (0/Infinite)
Support personnel, logistics, and maintenance. Facility staff are usually lower-level personnel tasked with the daily upkeep of the facility. Some support personnel are civilian contractors with minimal knowledge of the facility's interworking's, while others are veteran logistical personnel.

Other: NAME STAFF DIVISION & LEVEL.

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TEMPLATE:

SUBJECT: (Name & Age & Gender)
EDUCATION:
POSITION:
ASSIGNMENT: (Come up with this yourself, be creative!)
CLEARANCE: (1/2/3/4/5)
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: (classified or name a made-up character. Yes, it can be Breen.)
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: (Minimal, Marginal, Discretionary, Advised, Mandatory)

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS:

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[Johnny Evil]

SUBJECT: Santino Japón
EDUCATION: College, 2nd year.
POSITION: Electrical-Engineer.
ASSIGNMENT: Playing Audio-Transcript, January 11th, 1993.''Ahem.. Santino had employed himself with the Black Mesa Facility Team, under the engineering firm.. Santino for the past 30 years has shown excellent work and behavior in the facilities safety, and condition. Recently on 1993, January 9th he was permitted Level 3 access to the facility, under an agreement to not speak of the facilities contents. Failure to do so will see an arrest and a 800 thousand dollar fine minimum.. As of now, his assignment is currently in managing the facilities infrastructure and installing high level devices in important areas, when he is not currently busy, he is advised to go into the Level 2 sub-sectors.. As of current, facility management is considering upping his clearance to Level 4, however that is still being debated on.. End of log.''

Now there is a likely chance I misunderstood the Assignment part, primarily cause I'm stupid at times.
CLEARANCE: Level 3
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: Dr. Breen.
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: Advised

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS:



Santino was born in 1967 in New Mexico, Silver City. His father was an office worker at a high paying job, while his mother was a home-keep for the very home they lived in. Santino did have two brothers, his older brother lived in NYC while his brother who was only two years older still lived with them. His neighborhood in Silver City was relatively peaceful, other then the casual college kids holding parties and smoking dope, which he thought to be below him. His life wasn't particularly interesting, not until his college days.


Once Santino reached college, he went for Engineering, primarily due to it being a high paying job for the facility Black-Mesa, of which was looking for engineers. Santino saw a good future for Black-Mesa, at least for himself, once he reached 19 he applied for a job for Black Mesa. A miracle! He was ACCEPTED!




Santino was permitted into Black Mesa under an internship, getting only level 1 clearance, with Level 2 clearance being permitted as long as security are present and he's requested. Santino was intimidated by the facilities sheer size, and within Clearance 2 sub-sectors, he got a good idea of the sheer size the facility had. As time went on, specifically 5 months into his work, he began to get some friends among his colleagues, the facility becoming less like a maze like it was before. Santino was tasked with regular engineering duties, fixing and installing electrical components, lighting, fixing doors, and computers. As years went on, he eventually was permitted tier 3 clearance due to his experience, under one condition. ''Anything you see and hear, does not leave the facility. Got it?'' Santino would usually deny, but the money he'd get from doing so would set him and his children up for life. He accepted, he had to work in the facility for at least another 10 years, meaning he'd be able to resign in 2002. This meant Santino saw the more 'hush hush' side of Black Mesa, the 'radioactive meltdown' procedure he was used to was now revealed to be the 'Resonance Cascade', a term he only heard briefly in his times in tier 1 to 2 areas. An event that is deemed to not happen, but to be prepared for if the unthinkable were to occur. Santino went from fixing computers, junction boxes, installing electrical components and equipment, fixing lights and doors, to now installing and fixing teleportation prototypes, preparing Xenian Crystal Holders, and so on and so forth.

Santino would walk into his work, in which he was informed that ''Today is a special day, Santino.. Today you will witness history.''

 

[RileyTheRoomba]

Spoiler: Patent Medicine

SUBJECT: DR. ABIGAIL MORRISON, TWENTY-FIVE, FEMALE
EDUCATION: PHD ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE AND ENGINEERING, BIOCHEMISTRY UNDERSTUDY
POSITION: JUNIOR RESEARCHER/BLACK MESA SCIENCE TEAM
ASSIGNMENT: STUDY OF UNKNOWN AND NON-TERRESTRIAL FLORA
CLEARANCE: 3
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: DR. JD. MONROE CLONINGER, HEAD OF ENVIROMENTAL SCIENCES
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: DISCRETIONARY

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS: PREVIOUSLY EMPLOYED IN HOME STATE OF COLORADO WORKING UNDER DEAN OF RESEARCH AT COLORADO STATE UNIVERSITY AFTER ATTAINING VALEDICTIORIAN, CONDUCTING STUDIES ON OBSCURE AND POORLY DOCUMENTED PLANT LIFE AND ITS EFFECTS ON LOCAL ENVIROMENTS. WELL-ACCREDITED BY ALL PEERS AND PERSONALLY VOUCHED FOR BY SENIOR RESEARCHER CLONINGER AFTER SCOUTING TOUR AND SUBSEQUENT INTERVIEWS. PHYSCS EVALUATIONS SUFFICENT AND SATISFACTORY. ETHICS COMMITTEE REQUESTED INCLUSION OF 1994 REPORTED SUICIDE ATTEMPT TO BE LEFT ABSENT AND DO NOT BELIEVE IT TO BE CAUSE OF CONCERN, BUT ADVISE FURTHER BEHAVIORAL MONITORING. PROHIBITIONARY PERIOD COMPLETED WITHOUT INCIDENT. NON-DISCLOSURE AREEMENT FORMS SUCCESSFULLY FILLED OUT. CLEARANCE THREE (3) GRANTED AND CLEARED TO PROCEED WITH WORK OVERSEEN BY DR. CLONINGER.

< WELCOME TO THE TEAM, DR MORRISON ! >

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[LyingFox]

Spoiler: OOC Info

SUBJECT: Jason, ███████ "P-R"
EDUCATION: ████████████ COLLEGE, MASTERS DEGREE IN COMPUTER SCIENCE.
POSITION: First Lieutenant -- Black Mesa Security Corps
ASSIGNMENT: Emergency Containment Lead.
CLEARANCE: 5
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: Dr. ████████ ████████████
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: Mandatory

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1996, the birth of Emergency Containment.
During construction phases of Black Mesa, a force was formed incase nearby military could not respond, that being called Emergency Containment Response, Dr. ████████ ████████████ first brought this idea to the relative council of Black Mesa, it being accepted into a "Test Phase", seeing how immediate the E.C.R could react.

"P-R", One of the first members in this "test phase" force designed for Black Mesa.
His history spanning back to 1986 when he first enlisted into the Marines with a ten year contract due to the Iran-Iraq war, serving his full contract straight out of high school; soon getting the rank of Sergeant Major (E-9) before his contract soon ended, following his path back into civilization, finding it hard to seemingly "fit" back into society.


Getting contacted by Dr. ████████ ████████████ , a job opportunity opened for P-R, something which his skills could be heavily used in.

Attending training and briefing on the occupation a few days later, he was sold on the gig, attending day and day again, often not doing much work due to the very strict deploying requirements he was forced to follow, often seen walking around the facility with his heafty gear compared to general Black Mesa Security, days and soon months pass, P-R rarely leaving his desk at this point as months turn into years, being employed and promoted after the smallest containments.

Less and less use was being seen for Emergency Containment Response, being forced to stay at Black Mesa until neighboring facilities could see the usefulness of the E.C.R; even after years being forced to stay in a "Testing Phase".

 

[BrennenW05]

SUBJECT: Sully "Crock" Johnson Jr. - 34 - Male
EDUCATION: Associates in Business Management - Albuquerque Community College.
POSITION: Security Corp - Security Chief
ASSIGNMENT: Supervising Section Security - Training - Dispatching
CLEARANCE: Level 5 Clearance
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: Dr. Sully Johnson Sr.
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: MANDATORY

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS:

Sully's background is checkered to stay the least. Star quarter-back in high school. He quickly flunked out of Arizona State. Did some time in jail for assault. Then barely passed though community collage.

Sully got this job out of pure nepotism. With his father Sully Sr. persuading the admin to look over his sons past. He quickly, some would say too quickly, rose threw the ranks of security. With about a year ago getting promoted to Security Chief. Where he dose jack fucking shit.

Almost everyday after yelling as some new guy, he goes to his office or the guard station, and dose whatever the fuck he wants. Sleeping, eating, other things. Acting like a douche to his co-workers, Like he was still in high school.
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[Taliazure]

Samantha "Sam" Reyes, 28, Female

Associate Degree in Criminal Justice
Black Mesa Security Corps Officer

ASSIGNMENT
Sector D – Advanced Materials Laboratory Security (Primarily responsible for monitoring personnel access, escorting VIPs, and ensuring containment safety)

CLEARANCE: Level 3

ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR
Lt. Col. Marcus Holloway (Retired, Black Mesa Security Division)

DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY
Discretionary

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BACKSTORY​

Samantha didn't quite plan on spending her career guarding hallways and checking ID badges. Born and raised in New Mexico, she had ideas of enlisting in the military, following in her older brother’s footsteps but more so because she couldn't fit in some places, with a tomboyish and brutish nature. She trained hard, prepped her application, and was just about ready to sign when she was approached by a friend on a night out.

After sharing a long talk in regards to their futures she was given a offer, Sam found herself in private security, he mentioned Black Mesa was hiring, and while she wasn’t sure about spending her days underground, the pay was too good to pass up.

At work, Sam is friendly, approachable, and always quick with a joke, she's easygoing with the members of the security team. She treats the job like a long shift at a mall cop gig, but deep down, she takes her responsibilities seriously. She’s good at reading people, and though she rarely throws her weight around, she knows when to step up if things get tense. She doesn’t know what the scientists are cooking up, and frankly, she doesn’t care. As long as she gets her paycheck and doesn’t have to pull her gun, she’s happy to clock in, do her rounds, and maybe sneak in a snack or two from the vending machines.

 

[MrTuki]

Spoiler: OOC Info

SUBJECT: Jason, ███████ "P-R"
EDUCATION: ████████████ COLLEGE, MASTERS DEGREE IN COMPUTER SCIENCE.
POSITION: First Lieutenant -- Black Mesa Security Corps
ASSIGNMENT: Emergency Containment Lead.
CLEARANCE: 5
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: Dr. ████████ ████████████
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: Mandatory

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View attachment 418571996, the birth of Emergency Containment.
During construction phases of Black Mesa, a force was formed incase nearby military could not respond, that being called Emergency Containment Response, Dr. ████████ ████████████ first brought this idea to the relative council of Black Mesa, it being accepted into a "Test Phase", seeing how immediate the E.C.R could react.

"P-R", One of the first members in this "test phase" force designed for Black Mesa.
His history spanning back to 1986 when he first enlisted into the Marines with a ten year contract due to the Iran-Iraq war, serving his full contract straight out of high school; soon getting the rank of Sergeant Major (E-9) before his contract soon ended, following his path back into civilization, finding it hard to seemingly "fit" back into society.

View attachment 41858
Getting contacted by Dr. ████████ ████████████ , a job opportunity opened for P-R, something which his skills could be heavily used in.

Attending training and briefing on the occupation a few days later, he was sold on the gig, attending day and day again, often not doing much work due to the very strict deploying requirements he was forced to follow, often seen walking around the facility with his heafty gear compared to general Black Mesa Security, days and soon months pass, P-R rarely leaving his desk at this point as months turn into years, being employed and promoted after the smallest containments.

Less and less use was being seen for Emergency Containment Response, being forced to stay at Black Mesa until neighboring facilities could see the usefulness of the E.C.R; even after years being forced to stay in a "Testing Phase".

 

[LyingFox]

this is how P-R looks

 

[ramen]

SUBJECT: Moses Arbeiter, Afro-Germanic Male, 59.
EDUCATION: M.I.T., Associates in Industrial Maintenance Technology
POSITION: NON-ESSENTIAL SYSTEMS MAINTENANCE CHIEF
ASSIGNMENT: MAINTENANCE AND OVERSIGHT OF NON-ESSENTIAL SYSTEMS IN SECTOR-C.
CLEARANCE: 2
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: ESSENTIAL SYSTEMS MAINTENANCE ADMINISTRATOR - ALOYSIUS CROMWELL, VI
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: Minimal.

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS:​

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Spoiler: MUSIC

<:: ATTENTION PLEASE, NON-ESSENTIAL SYSTEMS MAINTENANCE CHIEF, ARBEITER, PLEASE REPORT TO SECTOR-C, SUB-SECTOR THREE. ::>
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[dubik15]

you can use this if you want
<:: DOWNLOADING ::>
<:: SUBJECT ::>
Valerie Rodriguez
<:: EDUCATION ::>
NMSU, History of Art
<:: POSITION ::>
Senior Security Officer
<:: ASSIGNMENT ::>
Supervise Security Operations In Sector-B
<:: CLEARANCE ::>
CLR LVL 4
<:: ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR ::>
Security Chief Williams
<:: DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY ::>
Advised
<:: Subject History:
Valerie was born on 13/07/1977 New Mexico. Her Parents Stacy Rodriguez and Juan Rodriguez were very strict and enrolled Valerie into a private school. Valerie from a young age developed a fascination for art, a hobby that her parents did not approve of. Finally once Valerie turned eighteen she left her parents getting a part time job while sleeping at her friends house for a few months. Finally once she gathered enough money she started renting a small apartment, using the remaining money to enrol herself into the New Mexico State University to study the history of art. Once she graduated she found it hard to find a job related to her degree, therefore she was forced to continue her part time job as a security guard at a parking lot. However her luck would turn around, as three masked men armed with construction tools tried to steal a car, she used the broadcast to her advantage managing to threaten them into leaving. Once the owner arrived he was very impressed, he decided that Valerie would be the perfect fit for Black Mesa. From then on Chief Williams mentored her teaching her about firearms and security tactics. Sadly after a couple years Williams would pass away resulting in his position getting filled, and Valerie being promoted to Senior Security Officer.
<:: Attached File Detected::>


<:: Employee ID Found::>



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[zEnxrgy]

Spoiler: Música

<<<SUBJECT>>>
Carlos "Smokey" Ramírez (36, Male)

<<<EDUCATION>>>
High School graduation
Trained Firearm Instructor
Private Security Contractor (Licensed)

<<<POSITION>>>
Security Guard

<<<ASSIGNMENT>>>
Surveillance in Server and Security Room
Sector Alpha (A)

<<<CLEARANCE>>>
Level 2

<<<ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR>>>
Prof. Michael Calleway

<<<DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY>>>
Mandatory Evacuation and Coordination of Personnel

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS
Born in Tamanique, El Salvador, Carlos can't remember too much of his past there, as the Ramírez family migrated to the United States of America while he was still a toddler.

After succesfully applying for a green card, Carlos and his family, consisting his jefa Marisol and Papá José, settled on the East-side of South Los Angeles, California.

While in High School, Carlos wasn't all to much interested in school, hanging around much with other kids from his neighborhood, leading him down a path of gang-banging. Dressed like a cholo, he spent his days drinking, smoking, tagging and ditching school—it became his daily routine. He had a special interest in firearms - Recklessly diving into the streets.


Following his father’s tragic death in a car crash, Carlos saw life through different eyes, searching desperately for a reason to exist in a country that he didn't truly see as home. His mother wept for weeks, pleading with him to change, and only then did he truly understand what it meant to be a man.

His father was a hardworking man, always urging Carlos to make something of himself—to avoid the backbreaking life on construction sites that had defined his own.

That loss became a turning point. No more skipping school. No more wasting time. He surrounded himself with ambitious friends and pushed himself relentlessly to earn his mothers biggest wish at that time- his high school diploma.


Through the connection of his passed father, he found his way into the private security business, working day in and day out to provide for his new home—a life shared with his son, Cruz, and Carlos' mother. His early marriage had ended in a divorce, but he fought for custody, determined to be there for his child as the childs mother didn't seem fit for it.

Years of dedication paid off. He not only built a stable career but also earned his license as a firearm instructor.

Then came an unexpected opportunity—another security job, but this time at a place called Black Mesa. A research facility, highly classified. The paycheck was more than he had ever hoped for. Without any hesitation, he took the job offer, unaware of what could come in the future.

Years had passed since he'd have been an employee of the Black Mesa research facility, working in the surveillance area- operating the cameras of the facility, opening doors and gates through the terminal, a usual and easy job.
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[LyingFox]

waiter! waiter! more site staff applications please!

 

[tsaoT]

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Spoiler: A conversation in an Osprey

So what's the deal with this 'Morrison' guy?
The photograph gets chucked over the short distance in the bird. Caught.
Former DARPA. You know-
A faint rapping against the vest he's wearing.
-the guys who built the PCV.
He whistles.
Shi-i-it. We're really going up in the world now! Think we're getting to try out some cool-ass guns? You know, like those huge ones in Alien.
Course we are! Why else are we getting sent: makin' sure they can handle HECU!
Some cackles and jeers from the grunts surrounding the two.
'As you can see, you are not dead!'
Far-more uproarious laughing this time, as they all remember that point in basic training.
Fuckin' dickhead- eh wait what the fuck's that?
The Lieutenant in their Osprey flicks his head to eye the creature closing in on Bloodhound Two. He screams in to his radio.
Bloodhound Two, swing wide- now, now! MacKenzie, on that tail-sixty! Papa Bear, open up our hatch!
The men act- the pilot swings without even knowing why, and veers his Osprey up and away from the manta ray. The soldiers secure themselves in their seats, while Private MacKenzie straps himself in to the M60 set up on the Osprey's rear.

It doesn't matter- because a rush of electricity fills the bird, and it plummets. For a brief moment, the radio fizzles, frequencies blending together in a haze of noise.
Multiple X-rays all around-
Sixteen metres, nine'o'clock-
This is Charlie-One-Alpha, we are in im-
Thunderclap, hit them in the one-oh-five mil-
Twelve KIA, fourteen wounded at sector-
And then there's a crunch.

Spoiler: YOUR ORDERS HAVE CHANGED

 

[Johnny Evil]

Idk if it was just my internet being slow, or if this was intentional.
But the words loaded themselves in individually, and that shit was just so peak. +1

 

[adnolug]

SUBJECT: Norman Wesley | 56 | MALE
EDUCATION: Bachelors Degree in Zoology
POSITION: BLACK MESA SCIENCE TEAM | RESEARCHER
ASSIGNMENT: Xenian Ethology - Study of Extra-Terrestial behavior
CLEARANCE: 4
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: Senior Director of Exobiology Research, Klark Wirksley
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: Advised


Being born shortly after World War II, life hasn't been easy for Norman, he was forced to endure an aggressive father who developed multiple mental disorders while he served.
He found his comfort in time spent with his mother and friends.
As he grew, during school breaks Norman found solace at the courtyard which was surrounded by a dense forest. He often sat at the benches or beneath a tree and - Breathe. He listened to the sizzling leaves moved by the wind, the sound of the water running free in a nearby creek, but what fascinated him the most were the inhabitants of the forest - the animals.
Norman observed the creatures in the forest and noticed things most wouldn't pay attention to, others would see them as just "Animals". He was fascinated by the ways in which animals show each other emotions and affection - How similar at times they could be to us, for a strange reason, it brought him hope.

As he grew older, his parents urged him to continue his education, so he applied to a university that expanded on his interests. University was difficult, but he pushed on. Eventually, through a recruitment program at his school, he was sent on a field practice to the New Mexico desert. There, he met his instructor, Klark Wirksley, who soon became his friend. Klark noticed Norman's passion and offered him a job under his supervision as soon as he finished school.

Interested in Klarks proposition, Norman did just so and applied for a position at the Facility, his application got accepted after Klark dropped a few good words of him.
The job wasn't neccessarily something he loved doing, but sure did offered a good pay, he got attached to it and over the years grew in ranks.​

 

[Tommyboi (The Tom Husky)]

SUBJECT: Jimmy (Jimbo) Ryder, 21, Male
EDUCATION: High School graduate
POSITION: Custodian | Facility Staff
ASSIGNMENT: Building Maintence and Sanitation
CLEARANCE: 1
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: Head Custodian, Bobby G. Redwood
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: Minimal



BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS: Being a typical fella out of Albequerqe, New Mexico, he had spent most of his time jumping from small job to small job in the early teens of his life while staying in a group home until he was 18. Named Jimmy Ryder by his foster parents and nicknamed Jimbo to many, he lives his life as a charasmatic fool, naive in nature but uses his wacky characteristics to joke around with people. Although he plays the part of an innocent moron for entertainment, he's able to shut it up when needed.

As for how he got his position, through luck or fate, he managed to meet the Head Cusodian at Black Mesa during his day off. They interacted at a local bar and eventually, work was mentioned in the conversation. Black Mesa was interested in more janitor workers at the time due to a recent accident freeing up a few spots. With a request and reviewing, Jimbo was eventually accepted into the facility as a simple Custodian intern. Oh yeah, he's fresh.

Jimbo can be described to have slicked back dark brown hair, a lightly stubbled face, tanned skin and green eyes. He has a slim body build to him and stands at 5'7. Always walks around with a pep in his step, like he's contantly going somewhere important.

(I don't know how ya'll be making authentic Black Mesa cards but those be peak characters)

 

[Stationrush]

Logging in, as usual. Expecting an email.

Spoiler: LOGIN SUCCESSFUL: USER INFORMATION

USER: Samuel Mercer
AGE: 32
GENDER: MALE


EDUCATION
B.S. Physics & Engineering | M.S. Applied Mathematics | PhD Theoretical Materials Science

POSITION
Black Mesa Science Team | Survey Team "Magellan", Field Engineer Researcher

ASSIGNMENT:
Hazardous Environment Research & Development - Prototyping of Equipment for Xen Exploration

CLEARANCE:
Level 4
[UNDER REVIEW BY ADMINISTRATION]

ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR
Dr. Warren Eckhardt, Department Head of Hazardous Environment Research & Development

DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: Advised

Something new in my inbox. The one I've been waiting for; redacted to all hell, of course.
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BLACK MESA RESEARCH FACILITY

INCIDENT REPORT​

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FILE NO: BMRF-039213-EF2FC10
DATE: ████-██-██
LOCATION: ███ █████████, █████████, Outpost "Athena"

INVOLVED PERSONNEL
Primary Subject(s):
Dr. Samuel Mercer, Survey Team Field Engineer

Secondary Subject(s):
Dr. █████ ███████, Survey Team Leader
Dr. ███ ███████, Xenology Specialist
Lt. █████ █████, Security Liason
Dr. ██████ ████, Xenian Cartographer
Dr. ███████ ███, Theoretical Physics Consultant

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INCIDENT SYNOPSIS:

On ████-██-██, Survey Team "Magellan" was deployed from Observation Outpost "Athena" to continue efforts
of mapping out the neighboring sector for a new teleportation zone, as well as repairing a critical uplink antenna. The expedition was expected to last roughly 3-4 hours, with no expected interference with any lifeforms within the area.

At 16:38 MST, an unexpected storm emerged in the area, which caused a dimensional rift, disrupting communications and furthermore, caused severe psychological affects, particularly mass hysteria among the Team. Dr. Mercer was found discharging his weapon in a panic, despite orders against it. Furthermore, Dr. Mercer, ignoring directives, focused on repairing the uplink antenna, when he himself was attacked by local fauna. Once the storm had passed, it was discovered that Dr. ███████ ███ (The Team's Theoretical Physics Consultant), was found deceased, splitting up from the group after hearing the gunshots, and dying from local fauna and environmental exposure. Retreating back to the Outpost, with Dr. ███'s body, all members returned with varying degrees of injuries, especially with Dr. Mercer, who suffered severe blunt-force trauma and neurological disorientation.

Once the Team returned from Xen, an argument ensued between Team Leader, Dr. ███████ and Dr. Mercer, who accused him of disobedience and questioned his firearm credentials. After Security intervened, all parties were brought to the Black Mesa Medical Wing for evaluation.

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MEDICAL ANALYSIS:

ATTENDING PHYSICIAN:
Dr. Leonard Krauss, MD

PRIMARY INJURIES:

• Severe Tissue Damage
• Left Tibia Fracture
• Temporary Ataxia & Mild Spatial Disorientation

SECONDARY INJURIES:

• Abnormal cellular degradation markers on affected tissue
  
  • Patient reports severe pain in left arm, long-term effects unknown.

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REASSIGNMENT DIRECTIVE:
EFFECTIVE DATE: 2001-06-██
APPROVED BY: ████████ █████, Black Mesa Administration

Due to Dr. Mercer's injuries and its severity, along with current quarrels with his team, he is relieved from all active Survey Team expeditions. He will be reassigned to the Department of Hazardous Environment Research & Development.

Furthermore, an investigation will be conducted regarding Dr. Mercer's initial Survey Team Evaluation, specifically regarding weapons handling and relevant qualifications, and a potential security clearance re-evaluation. Despite this, he may continue working within his new assigned department once he completes a full recovery.

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Computer shutdown.

I remember when I first hopped on my projects for Xen Exploration. Mapping out the mobile habitats, the 3D models for new plated armor protection for the HEV Suit...
...All I wanted was some application, not just stuck in theory with everyone else. But now I have bigger problems. I need to deal with somehow explaining how I attended a multi-day Firearms evaluation without being witnessed by anyone. To deal with this constant pain in my arm; to deal with my old colleagues who I so easily looked down upon when I jumped ship from Research to the Survey Team....

Maybe, I didn't appreciate being a researcher enough.
But maybe there's an opportunity for some redemption.

Or just maybe, I was just out of my depth.


Flew too close to the sun.​

 

[Leko]

SUBJECT: (Name & Age & Gender)

Rodney Moczyć

36

Male

EDUCATION:​

Notre Dame High School​

POSITION:

Head-Janitor

ASSIGNMENT:
[ADMINISTRIVE LOG J. SCHMOE, PROMOTION OF R. Moczyć, 1993]
Cleaning. Real good.

CLEARANCE: (1/2/3/4/5)

1

ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR:

Former Head-Janitor, Joey Schmoe

DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: (Minimal, Marginal, Discretionary, Advised, Mandatory)

Minimal

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS:

Rodney is part of a Polish-Canadian immigrant family, the third generation of which had always been poor, even after they had traveled away from Europe in search of better lives, seemingly never able to make a real fortune. Rodney's father, however, attempted to change that by creating a janitorial company. The main business involved going to stores or homes to clean for those who were simply too lazy. When Rodney reached the age of 10, his father started taking him along to these small jobs. To Rodney's surprise, he had an amazing time cleaning every last bit of rooms and backyards. Something about it made him feel like this was what he was born to do. Eventually, his father retired from the small family company, making Rodney the new owner. He soon began to properly expand the company, successfully turning it into one of the most well-known janitorial companies in Canada, and even gaining some recognition in the United States. Despite their lower fame in the southern regions of Canada, they still had a solid reputation for their professional cleaning services and well-trained employees. Rodney had seemingly climbed to the stars. Despite making immense profits from the business, he decided to let most of the money flow to the janitors rather than to himself. Of course, he had still brought his family out of the lower class into the middle class, but he didn’t want to stand directly in the spotlight. One day, he was contacted via email to personally expand his services to a neat little research facility. Today, he manages his little company from the facility, taking great pride in what he does. Even writing a book or song about cleaning from time to time. He is a friendly and joyful presence in the facility's cold corridors. What could ever go wrong in this success story?​

 

[CreekMando]

SUBJECT: Santino Japón
EDUCATION: College, 2nd year.
POSITION: Electrical-Engineer.
ASSIGNMENT: Playing Audio-Transcript, January 11th, 1993.''Ahem.. Santino had employed himself with the Black Mesa Facility Team, under the engineering firm.. Santino for the past 30 years has shown excellent work and behavior in the facilities safety, and condition. Recently on 1993, January 9th he was permitted Level 3 access to the facility, under an agreement to not speak of the facilities contents. Failure to do so will see an arrest and a 800 thousand dollar fine minimum.. As of now, his assignment is currently in managing the facilities infrastructure and installing high level devices in important areas, when he is not currently busy, he is advised to go into the Level 2 sub-sectors.. As of current, facility management is considering upping his clearance to Level 4, however that is still being debated on.. End of log.''

Now there is a likely chance I misunderstood the Assignment part, primarily cause I'm stupid at times.
CLEARANCE: Level 3
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: Dr. Breen.
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: Advised

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS:



Santino was born in 1967 in New Mexico, Silver City. His father was an office worker at a high paying job, while his mother was a home-keep for the very home they lived in. Santino did have two brothers, his older brother lived in NYC while his brother who was only two years older still lived with them. His neighborhood in Silver City was relatively peaceful, other then the casual college kids holding parties and smoking dope, which he thought to be below him. His life wasn't particularly interesting, not until his college days.


Once Santino reached college, he went for Engineering, primarily due to it being a high paying job for the facility Black-Mesa, of which was looking for engineers. Santino saw a good future for Black-Mesa, at least for himself, once he reached 19 he applied for a job for Black Mesa. A miracle! He was ACCEPTED!




Santino was permitted into Black Mesa under an internship, getting only level 1 clearance, with Level 2 clearance being permitted as long as security are present and he's requested. Santino was intimidated by the facilities sheer size, and within Clearance 2 sub-sectors, he got a good idea of the sheer size the facility had. As time went on, specifically 5 months into his work, he began to get some friends among his colleagues, the facility becoming less like a maze like it was before. Santino was tasked with regular engineering duties, fixing and installing electrical components, lighting, fixing doors, and computers. As years went on, he eventually was permitted tier 3 clearance due to his experience, under one condition. ''Anything you see and hear, does not leave the facility. Got it?'' Santino would usually deny, but the money he'd get from doing so would set him and his children up for life. He accepted, he had to work in the facility for at least another 10 years, meaning he'd be able to resign in 2002. This meant Santino saw the more 'hush hush' side of Black Mesa, the 'radioactive meltdown' procedure he was used to was now revealed to be the 'Resonance Cascade', a term he only heard briefly in his times in tier 1 to 2 areas. An event that is deemed to not happen, but to be prepared for if the unthinkable were to occur. Santino went from fixing computers, junction boxes, installing electrical components and equipment, fixing lights and doors, to now installing and fixing teleportation prototypes, preparing Xenian Crystal Holders, and so on and so forth.

Santino would walk into his work, in which he was informed that ''Today is a special day, Santino.. Today you will witness history.''

Hello,

I believe that your character is going to offer some much-needed causality to the otherwise pencil-pushing, dotting their I's and checking their checkboxes workplace mentality of Black Mesa. But, there are some glaring issues with your application.
1. If Santino almost exclusively worked in level areas of 1-2, how would be even know of a resonance cascade?

Ping me in the Short Stories discord to get your role.
But despite this, your application is accepted.

 

[CreekMando]

Spoiler: Patent Medicine

SUBJECT: DR. ABIGAIL MORRISON, TWENTY-FIVE, FEMALE
EDUCATION: PHD ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE AND ENGINEERING, BIOCHEMISTRY UNDERSTUDY
POSITION: JUNIOR RESEARCHER/BLACK MESA SCIENCE TEAM
ASSIGNMENT: STUDY OF UNKNOWN AND NON-TERRESTRIAL FLORA
CLEARANCE: 3
ADMINISTRATIVE SPONSOR: DR. JD. MONROE CLONINGER, HEAD OF ENVIROMENTAL SCIENCES
DISASTER RESPONSE PRIORITY: DISCRETIONARY

BACKSTORY & CHARACTER DETAILS: PREVIOUSLY EMPLOYED IN HOME STATE OF COLORADO WORKING UNDER DEAN OF RESEARCH AT COLORADO STATE UNIVERSITY AFTER ATTAINING VALEDICTIORIAN, CONDUCTING STUDIES ON OBSCURE AND POORLY DOCUMENTED PLANT LIFE AND ITS EFFECTS ON LOCAL ENVIROMENTS. WELL-ACCREDITED BY ALL PEERS AND PERSONALLY VOUCHED FOR BY SENIOR RESEARCHER CLONINGER AFTER SCOUTING TOUR AND SUBSEQUENT INTERVIEWS. PHYSCS EVALUATIONS SUFFICENT AND SATISFACTORY. ETHICS COMMITTEE REQUESTED INCLUSION OF 1994 REPORTED SUICIDE ATTEMPT TO BE LEFT ABSENT AND DO NOT BELIEVE IT TO BE CAUSE OF CONCERN, BUT ADVISE FURTHER BEHAVIORAL MONITORING. PROHIBITIONARY PERIOD COMPLETED WITHOUT INCIDENT. NON-DISCLOSURE AREEMENT FORMS SUCCESSFULLY FILLED OUT. CLEARANCE THREE (3) GRANTED AND CLEARED TO PROCEED WITH WORK OVERSEEN BY DR. CLONINGER.

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