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Registered Phenomena Code: 694 Containment Rating: Beta Lethality Rating: Red

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Containment Protocols: RPC-694 is currently contained in an inlet within OL-Site-694 located by the shores of Inamuragasaki, Japan. The site entrance is sealed in moisture-resistant concrete, interior cladded in 20×20×2 cm lead panels. An extra layer of 3 cm thick foam glass soundproofing is added on top of these panels.

Personnel within 2 kilometers of RPC-694 must wear noise-cancelling headsets at all times. Those found not wearing them at any point are to be relieved of their position and transferred off-site. If any personnel are caught not reporting on this containment violation, both the insubordinate and those in violation will be terminated from employment. In the case of RPC-694 affliction, persons must be quarantined for 6 hours before they are released. In the case of containment failure, MST Alpha-2 "Maritime Praesidio Subvehi" are to be dispatched towards the location of the Authority positional receiver embedded within RPC-694.

RPC-694 entrants are to be considered lost.

RPC-694 initial manifestation inside the Luzon rainforest in Ditawini, Philippines

Description: RPC-694 is a 10.6m long cadaver of a male Megaptera novaeangliae¹ in its second stage of decomposition, estimated to be 12 years old at the time of death. RPC-694 constantly emits alpha radiation at 30 mSv/hr. The whale is branded under its left fin with what appears to be an identification number (1170883) and unknown script.

RPC-694 anomalously manifests itself on shores in human populated areas on the Pacific ocean coastline. Shortly after manifestation, it will produce a ~<130db² wail for 6-21 seconds. If less than 10 people are lured to its proximity within 4 hours, it will reproduce its call. This effect has been documented to reach up to a radius of 1.8 km.

Affected individuals will gather around RPC-694 and auscultate it. They would later express the source sound as dampened yet euphonic from within RPC-694, prompting discussion on how to further enhance it, and conclusively who is most suited to enter RPC-694. Once a subject has entered the anomaly, the group cover RPC-694 to auscultate it and the person within. After 2-3 minutes, RPC-694 proceeds to swell until it violently bursts, instantly terminating everyone within a 2 meter range.

After approx. 24 days, RPC-694 will re-manifest on a different shore. Confirmed cities where RPC-694 manifested before containment are as follows:

• Ishinomaki, Japan
• Jiangpingzhen, China
• Los Osos, USA
• Bagnell Ferry, USA
• Inamuragasaki, Japan

Discovery: On 25/02/2012, during a recreational expedition by civilians around the Luzon rainforest, RPC-694 was discovered in the village of Ditawini 15 meters from the ocean shore. Multiple images and videos of the event were posted on social media, with one live stream showing a man enthusiastically agreeing to enter RPC-694's mouth while equipped with a lavalier microphone. They then auscultate RPC-694 as the microphone picks up their ovations and a continuous low frequency noise. The video ends with the anomaly bloating until it bursts, instantly cutting visual feed. Notably, the live feed picked up aquatic sounds for 10 seconds after the explosion before disconnecting.

[+] Addendum-694-01

On 03/07/2014 at 11:40, the Authority was informed that a town in Los Osos was affected with RPC-694. Due to ignorance of the anomaly's volatile and unpredictable nature, a first contact test was conducted with one CSD personnel under Senior Researcher Jeremy Freeman's recommendation.

Exploration Log-694-2

Foreword: CSD-34791 was chosen for his recreational past as a spelunker and his obsessive habit of sleuthing people at random³. Subject was outfitted with one:

• Right-sided noise-cancelling earpiece
• Left-sided earplug
• Standard exploration Authority cam
• Authority positional receiver
• Ortec 905-4 scintillation detector.

<Begin Log, [03/07/14 16:19]>

(Feed comes on, shows an urban setting with an asphalt road stretching out and towards the beach)

CSD-34791: -t coming through now?

Command: Loud and clear. Approach the target. Describe persons affected around you.

CSD-34791: …Nothing out of the ordinary.

Command: Walk closer to the older couple to your right.

CSD-34791: Heh, thanks for indulging me.

(CSD-34791 proceeds with doing so, microphone picks up conversation between the two)

Passerby 1: It's been so long since we set ourselves out to shore, hasn't it love?

Passerby 2: (Laugh) Yeah. Guess we were too busy to accept settling down and enjoy the simpler things in life. The skies have never looked so pretty before.

Passerby 1: I still remember after all these years when pappy sat me down by these golden sands and we just watched the waves swing back and forth. Ah, one of my earliest memories was whe-

Passerby 2: When your father said the waves have been there long before we existed?

Passerby 1: Oh yes! I still remember the look on his face like it was yesterday. Although frankly he's always been such a worrywart!

Passerby 2: Then what happened? (says in a sarcastic tone)

Passerby 1: I kept having nightmares of the sea swallowing the town whole for years! I was well into my teenage years before I jumped into a swimming pool, much less the sea.

(Passerby 2 can be heard laughing)

Passerby 1: And you always find it funny, you twat!

Passerby 2: Why wouldn't I? And it's funny hearing you swear once a month.

Command: This is irrelevant to the directive, 34791. Move ahead.

CSD-34791: Argh.. fine! And just when it was getting good, too.

— Irrelevant Footage Removed —

<Cont. Log, [03/07/14 17:46]>

17:46

(CSD-34791 looks around the beach. 37 people can be seen sprawled across the shoreline, with RPC-694 contracting and swelling in the middle)

CSD-34791: Alright we're he- Ah Jesus, the fuck was that?

Command: We calibrated the noise-cancellation on your earpiece as a cautionary measure.

CSD-34791: A cautio- I wish I'd gotten briefed as to why.

Command: Report on radiation levels.

(CSD-34791 detaches his detector from the bandolier)

CSD-34791: Says here about… that's a micro unit right?

Command: Millisievert.

CSD-34791: (Gulp) 40 Milli Sv per hour.

Command: Standby and watch out for any odd behavior.

CSD-34791: (Sigh) Prick.

Command: (Murmuring) Has he read the unit list at all?

(CSD-34791 looks around for 4 minutes, Reports a 5 mSv/hr uptick)

CSD-34791: Something's up. They're all standing still.

Command: Elaborate.

CSD-34791: If I didn't know better I would have thought they're playing a game of living statues. All of them have this blank stare too. Hey can I poke one of them and see if something happens?

Command: Go ahead, but don't push it.

(CSD-34791 pokes a person's eye)

Command: You're testing me now?

CSD-34791: Heh, sorry I couldn't resist. But look, no reaction whatsoever. They're frozen soli- Fuck!

Command: Huh, that's a delayed… reaction if I've seen one.

CSD-34791: That scared the fuck out of me. Wait, they're all moving now. Is this some pr- Argh!

(A child is seen running away with the Authority earpiece in her hand. CSD is heard shouting before running towards her)

CSD-34791: Hey come back here!

Command: 34791 what's g-

CSD-34791: Get back here you little shit!

(CSD-34791 falls to the ground)

Command: Do you copy, 34791? Respond to me.

CSD-34791: (Cough) Hey fuckwit what gives?

Command: Excu-

(CSD-34791 punches an old man)

CSD-34791: Fucking trip me again, cunt!

Command: We lost him. Send Protectorate for RPC-694 capture, now.

CSD-34791: Hey get your fucking hands off me!

(CSD-34791 is grabbed and held by a group of people)

CSD-34791: (Screaming) Command help me! Oh god why?!

Command: Wait. Put Protectorate on stand-by. And consider CSD-34791 lost.

(About 10 people open the whale's lower jaw agape, CSD-34791 is forced in. Children can be seen cheering before the jaw slams shut)

(Pitch black video. Muffled screaming and internal noise is heard, followed by progressively louder growls. A deep hum's volume grows in tandem)

(Feed cuts to static)

Command: Damn waste of time. Jeremy, transcribe the report and email it to me.

(Loud bubbling sounds are heard)

Command: What's this?

18:04

(Feed elevates towards the surface)

Command: Keep the transmission running!

(CSD-34791 surfaces)

CSD-34791: (Gasp) Ho god! Agh!

(CSD-34791 retches)

CSD-34791: What's u- (belch) up with this water? Where the fuck am I?!

(Feed shows calm water extending out to the horizon in all directions. The sky is mostly clear save for occasional scudding clouds. No other landmarks are identifiable.)

CSD-34791: Oh Jesus Christ. Command I lost my earbud so I can't hear you. Get me outta here!

Command: Right. Jim, what are the transmission's coordinates?

Operator: Coordinates have yet to be triangulated, sir. Should take three minutes.

(CSD-34791 is heard hyper-ventilating)

(Command lowers audio transmission volume)

Command: How long till the battery runs out?

Operator: At most? Two days, sir.

Command: Hm.

— Irrelevant Footage Removed —

<Cont. Log, [03/07/14 18:32]>

CSD-34791: Argh I can't see anything but far-stretching waters out here.

Command: It's been 20 minutes, Jim.

Operator: Excuse me, sir. No sign of triangulation stabilizing soon.

Command: God.

CSD-34791: Hey! If anyone's listening I'm describing whatever… this is. I'm not sure if the camera's showing this, but the waters' completely still, like I'm in some giant pool. Warm, too. Let me check something.

(CSD-34791 dives into the water and surfaces back after 20 seconds)

CSD-34791: Yep, no effort at all. I feel completely weightless swimming in these waters, and this thing isn't picking up any radiation either.

Command: I was quick to judge, we may get something out of this after all.

CSD-34791: Screw it, I'm swimming this one direction this cloud's moving; I'm not about to lay down and drown.

— Irrelevant Footage Removed —

<Cont. Log, [03/07/14 23:01]>

(CSD-34791 is seen swimming in the same direction the cloud was heading, albeit slower, as he pants. Sunlight at same luminosity as on date stamp 18:05)

CSD-34791: Not yet.

Command: Time's 11 o'clock and the sun is still up since 6. If my assumption is correct, he may be swimming across the Indian Ocean towards Africa. Let's hope he's closing in soon, he's been following the wind current towards land. And hope he's bluffing about the water being so still.

(CSD-34791 pauses for a few seconds and dives)

Command: This may just be it for him.

(Feed shows altitude declination, CSD-34791's arms are visible seemingly swimming down before pausing)

Command: What? Suddenly he's giving up no-

CSD-34791: (Shouts triumphantly)

Command: Jesus Christ! …How'd that come through?

CSD-34791: Hahahaha what the fuck?! I can breathe! I can even hear myself!

(Long inhalation is audible before exhaling)

CSD-34791: Holy shit!

Command: Goodness gracious.

CSD-34791: Let's see how far I can go.

(CSD-34791 dives further down for 3 minutes)

23:06

CSD-34791: Oh this is awesome. It's like… swimming in air. Or flying around RP Downtown without the depressing fucking concrete. Ah it's oh so calm here.

CSD-34791: Come to think of it. Where is the marine life? Shouldn't I be deep enough to at least encounter a crab I can eat? Wait a second. I don't remember seeing any fish so far.

Command: What's that white blur?

CSD-34791: What's this beeping sound?

(CSD-34791 checks the scintillator device)

CSD-34791: 2… h SV per hour. What does h stand for again? Weird looking y symbol, too.

Command: Get out of there.

CSD-34791: I think that's what comes before micro? Right, should keep an eye out then.

Command: Damn it!

(CSD-34791 continues further down)

(Slam)

Command: (Sigh) This fucking imbecile actually skipped the briefing! He's gonna get himself killed before finding anything substantial. Why do we rely on these retards?!

— Irrelevant Footage Removed —

<Cont. Log, [04/07/14 02:01]>

(CSD-34791 has reached a flat seafloor, and has been walking for 1hr and 3min)

CSD-34791: Fucking starving I would eat a squid if I (Cough) fuck- could.

(CSD-34791 stands still)

CSD-34791: Fuck this.

(CSD-34791 starts ascending back up, momentarily pausing to look around before continuing)

(Feed picks up a faint blue glow in the distance)

CSD-34791: Huh. I suppo-

(Feed turns to static. A Loud clatter is heard)

Command: Oh Jesus! Why the fuck is there no volume normaliz-

(Feed is back to normal)

(Footsteps can be heard in Command room)

CSD-34791: This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can not be fucking happening!

Operator: Sir Coleman? Are you.. hey where are you going?

(Camera begins to move rapidly and unpredictably, apparently as CSD begins to panic)

(CSD-34791 throws up, the vomit follows a current)

(Feed picks up on the water moving towards a powerful vortex)

CSD-34791: (Screaming) No!

(Feed rapidly sinks)

02:12

(CSD-34791 stops flailing)

(Echo)

(Echo)

Unknown: (Echo) Craig.

CSD-34791: (Sounding dazed) Yes.

(CSD-34791 reaches forwards, arms passing by the camera. Much of the skin on his forearms and hands appears to have sloughed off; growing clouds of white and pink particulate matter at the edge of the image appear to indicate that his body is dissolving into the seawater or being somehow mechanically separated. The water is illuminated by a diffuse blue glow.)

Unknown: (Echo) Kleiman.

(CSD-34791 moves rapidly forward and down; visibility decreases rapidly in the last 3 seconds of the footage due to the presence of fleshy particulate in the water and image distortion consistent with extremely high levels of ambient radiation. Three clear frames appear to show a funnel-like depression on the seabed towards which the subject is falling or being pulled; when visible, the subject's forearms and hands are entirely devoid of most flesh and muscle tissue, and the bones beneath appear to be heavily corroded.)

<End Log, [05/07/14 20:13]>

Closing statement: Shortly after leaving his post, Commander Dan N. Coleman was apprehended and screened for RPC-694 affliction, then quarantined for 3 days until the effect eventually wore off. Video analysis by Senior Researcher Vernon Mort postulates the blue flash was caused by Cherenkov radiation, and that footage shown on 05/07/14 at 02:12 is not that of sea sand, but of bone. SnR. Mort sets radiation levels to gamma level, and estimates it peaking by the end log to 2133 Sv/h. How the anomaly learned of the CSD-34791's name is unknown.

Extra-dimensional and Psychotronic pended for addition to hazard list. Pocket dimension was later designated ALTR-694.

[+] Addendum-694-02

On 30/07/2014 at 10:36, Authority positioning systems detected the Authority positional receiver attached to CSD-34791 approx. 120 km from Curry county, Oregon⁴; The source of which was RPC-694, shortly after manifesting on a Bagnell Ferry shore. The assigned protectorate team was quick to disperse civilians away from the anomaly, but were unable to reach it before a person was inserted into RPC-694, triggering its explosion. 24 days later, the entity was detected and contained in Inamuragasaki, Japan without issue. Residents within 4 kilometers of RPC-694's radius were relocated to neighboring cities.

RPC-694 wailed for 10 seconds during acquisition, at which point preliminary diagnostics detected a spike in brain activity before abruptly ceasing.

Analysis of water sampled from within RPC-694 shows it is composed of a fluorocarbon compound and has a density of 1.22kg/m³.

[+] Addendum-694-03

On 12/02/2015 at Site-095, researchers were discussing the feasibility of transferring RPC-694 to this site, and the worrying prospect of it luring ships towards the transporting vessel. As this unfolded, an instance of RPC-207⁵ eavesdropping this exchange from its nearby containment tank expressed a need to inform the Authority about the anomaly.

Interviewed: RPC-207-8

Interviewer: Dr. Tim Takahashi

Foreword: RPC-207-8 "Piper" specifically requested to communicate with Dr. Tim Takahashi for his history researching RPC-207 and RPC-694. The interview was conducted above RPC-207-8's containment pool.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Takahashi: Good morning, Piper. How is everything going?

RPC-207-8: I'm good, a little anxious about today. I must express my gratitude for having skipped the formality of calling me by code.

Dr. Takahashi: My pleasure. Now you have called me for this interview, about how you had a history with RPC-694. I'd have to return the courtesy.

RPC-207-8: I find it funny how you don't grace Watson with that same courtesy, but I digress. I met Wats in the Organic Project 2 underwater facility under Cetace's Kin custody, where I was given my mind. He was among those saved from the cursed spill back in Japanese waters back in 2011. I say saved, when really he was salvage like the rest for the Kin's plans.

Dr. Takahashi: I've always found that queer, how they glorify your kin yet choose to experiment on you.

RPC-207-8: Perhaps, but those who kept us showed a great deal of gloom. Whenever I was able to overhear their conversation, there was consideration to keep harm to a minimum every step of the way. But the tone they struck implied a necessary bad.

Dr. Takahashi: Necessary evil.

RPC-207-8: Yes, that. Anyway. For the 2 weeks they had him in our holding aquarium he barely moved. No matter how much we tried to connect with him he would not budge nor wail, like he knew his fate and accepted it. But I noticed when I communicated with my brethren with our newfound knowledge, he would glance in our direction every so often. It's only after a week in there did he talk to us, scarcely.

RPC-207-8: The things I saw when moved from one testing pod to the other were that of the bottomless deep; gutting the dead and picking it apart with metal spikes, surrounding our floating corpses above luminating diagrams, lining us up to look at that cursed picture⁶. I once caught glimpse of a brother to Watson slid on its head to Cetace knows where.

Dr. Takahashi: What do you know about this brother to 69- Watson?

RPC-207-8: Nothing besides it looking like Watson deep in slumber. Deeper than I've ever seen. They hung him in this room with anchor hooks and had his maw wide open. Stranger than that, they would strip naked and enter his mouth. After a minute they would come out from a door to the left?

Dr. Takahashi: Are you suggesting they were being teleported?

RPC-207-8: I don't know what that means, but they kept entering him only to exit from there. Sometimes, though, I saw them enter back into the room and come back out exclaiming expletives, like they expected to come out of his mouth. As they did all this, I was perplexed by this beautiful melody that I almost overlooked them toying with a body.

RPC-207-8: I had to let my brethren know about this, even if it meant some of us would die in fear. In the middle of our discussion, we saw Watson rise for the first time and wail the hardest we've ever heard. It fell us down and shattered the glass; The whole pod reverberated in its yell.

Dr. Takahashi: Was it in pain?

RPC-207-8: It was angry, Tim! It was not the calling of a dying cetacean for help, but something violently shook within him! Surely you must understand this!

Dr. Takahashi: I would not know, Piper. I'm afraid us humans would not know the difference.

RPC-207-8: Oh Cetace below. I'm sorry Dr. Takahashi, I know you're not at fault.

Dr. Takahashi: I understand.

RPC-207-8: Those… imbeciles. It reverberated those skulls of theirs and assumed he was dying, they chanted prayers in grief as they took Watson away to kill him, like they were showing him mercy!

(RPC-207-8 whines)

RPC-207-8: 3 days pass, and I see him hanged the same way in front of his brother, those madmen chanting some rite below his body. As I'm pushed back into my prison, I hear that tune again before an explosion breaks apart our metal prison and we're pulled back into the sea.

Dr. Takahashi: I'm sorry to hear this.

RPC-207-8: Don't be.

Dr. Takahashi: A couple more questions, Piper. Was there anything of note he said? And why Watson?

RPC-207-8: "Do not let them desecrate my body, or I will have your hides." We named him after the martyr who defected from his kinsmen to save us. Alas, he is no longer with us.

Dr. Takahashi: Thank you for this. This has been an insightful interview. That said, I bid you farewell my friend.

RPC-207-8: See you later, bro.

<End Log, [Length: 7 minutes, 2 seconds]>

Closing Statement: RPC-207-8's account on cetacean disappearances and a "cursed spill" corroborates its connection with the Fukushima nuclear accident on March 11, 2011. Research is underway to corroborate its radioactive properties and ALTR-694 to this incident.

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+ Footnotes

Footnotes

1. Humpback whale

2. Equivalent amplitude to an operating jet engine

3. As per his conviction for the stalking and murder of 4

4. 42°24'28.93"N 125°55'33.72"W

5. RPC-207

Object Class: Alpha-Orange

RPC-022 are universally amicable sapient dolphins capable of speech despite not having the anatomy required to do so. Instances are noted for having similar branding to RPC-694.

6. RPC-207

Object Class: Gamma-Yellow

RPC-625 are images of a Bowhead whale which when viewed, cause a prolonged catatonic state, visual hallucinations and broadcast messages in an unknown language before invariably disappearing.