(INTRODUCTION)
- The United Kingdom had been receiving offers from Spain to help attack the French. Apparently there is a large sum of wealth to be given, though the British decided they would rather inform us. Spain had recently been requesting assistance from us to help start war on them and we informed them, so I suppose they felt obligated. We're lucky to have formed an alliance. Since we border the Spanish, we decided to begin creating creatures to infiltrate their military centers. We can drop them and, if we create strong enough creatures, retrieve them with ease after killing everyone within. Dear allies, this creature is our third creation and so far best success. Others have not grown, are too friendly or are not strong enough.
This document has been translate into English for your ease. If any French phrases remain, there is a translator at the bottom of the page. Photographs are enclosed as well.
(OUTWARD DESCRIPTION)
- Trial 115 has been nicknamed Vindict by our team after the word vindictive, which means a strong desire for revenge. He appears promising. You may refer to him as whatever you please though once our army is assembled, we will give them each an identification number along with a formal name. Seeing as every creature is different in behavior and appearance, we will treat each accordingly. 115 is dark grey with several white stripes on his head and neck. His rear has a glowing red symbol, a ball with outward spiral. His rear legs have white and grey stripes on them. Around his eyes are dark red, going down to his lower jaw bone. His fur stiffens on his back and neck at random. His nerves may be a slight bit off, but he is still coordinated enough to do his duty, I can assure you of this. He doesn't appear violent, but his instincts kick in at random times and cause him to attack. While he's very unpredictable, we've noticed certain things that rile him up. No creation, no genetic manipulation, nothing can be perfect on the first few tries. 115 really isn't much, as we've made great improvement from those first few! None of them turn out the same and that's fairly reassuring, if you might allow me to be so bold to say. It means we may find a way to keep the spirit of the animal. This would mean we can raise puppies to be mean towards them and then, after months or a year, we could manipulate them. The manipulation has given them perfected smelling and untouched eyesight, both day and night. I do not know if we might find a way to have them immediately recognize that of our enemy, but we can certainly try.
(CARE AND CONDUCT)
- At some point in the future, we hope to decide how we will take care of these beasts and train them. We also hope to form a firm set of rules as to who is allowed access and how they must proceed. While it will likely vary on many things, we've decided that for now we will send in some of our strongest low-class employees covered in protective padding when we need to check on them. They will also carry a weapon that may be used at close range. An observation deck will be manned as well so that assistance can be sent in as needed. Their first food will be a test of intelligence, in which we take a piece of rotten meat from a failed subject and drop it in. If they eat it, they're clearly not too bright, though we may be able to decide what to alter their diet to. This subject in particular had indeed ate it and threw it up immediately. We will continue searching for a cheap alternative. For training, we begin with weak enemies that will progressively get stronger. If we see improvement from trials like Vindict, we will train in this manner. If we do not see improvement from just one of the subjects, we will allow them to be killed. If any of you have any objections to this practice, contact us and we shall see about an alternative. We may use those who do not do well in this training to experiment with other forms, possibly ones that require less time.
(AS TOLD BY THE CREATION)
- All these sharp, brisk colors are just blurring before my eyes. Blinking is quite required. Without it, I stumble about and have to take guesses at what stands around me. The fumes filling my nostrils only slightly help me. I'm not used to being without my eyes. I realized most everything around me was dark as I came to. Had those colors simply been a hallucination? I was thrown onto the ground from somewhere higher. I recognized my own yelp echoing off the walls around me. However, I couldn't quite recall making that sound on my own. I tried to survey my surroundings, but nothing registered. I had to think what a wall did, and what purpose a pane of glass served. I heard buzzing from the other side and saw many large pieces of equipment, but I've not a clue what they do. Something was attached to my rump, and it felt as though wires ran beneath my skin. It moved from lying on my side to my stomach, then struggled to sit up. After seeing I was capable enough to sit up, I tried to stand, but my hind legs gave up behind me. My claws scraped against concrete on my way down. Just out of my reach landed a piece of... something. Some sort of meat sat there, bleeding on the floor. While I doubted it was edible, I was ready to hungrily inhale it anyway. Using what little strength I could find, I wiggled forward. Pain shot through my body but I was numb to it, in some way. I felt it and acknowledged it. It didn't really hurt me, though. It was like a shock surging through something inanimate. Once close to the object, I sniffed it. It seemed to have chemicals in it. There was a metallic smell, one unlike blood, attached to it as well. I couldn't fathom what it was. Either way, I was hungry. Even if it was bad, it would satisfy. I took a bite out of it and immediately regretted it. My mouth was filled with the worst thing I've ever tasted. It was beyond rotten, despite the blood dripping from it, and there were tufts of fur attached to it. I immediately threw it up, leaving me to feel even more starved. Whatever that thing was, it wasn't a normal creature. Disgusted by the meat as well as my vomit, I pushed away from it and struggled to another part of the room. Whatever chemical I had smelt was making me feel strange. My tongue was throbbing alongside my muscles. I felt a strange compulsion to stand up. Legs shaking, I tried to rise again. It was to no avail, though I managed to stay on four feet for a few seconds. I dragged myself over to a bed - a group of towels lied out to look comfortable - and set myself down beside it. I wasn't trusting of it. I sat and surveyed the area. It was then I realized my vision was, again, blurred. I blinked a good lot of times to regain sight. I then saw clearly whatever was given to me as dinner. It was a dark red with patches of near blackness on it. Small bits of hair rested atop it, brown and curly. If only I'd though to blink before eating it. Then maybe I would have saw the disgusting thing and decided not to eat it. Of course, I'm not always the smartest and probably would have ate it anyhow. All the sudden, I saw movement behind the glass. I turned my gaze to look at a group of people. Most of them wear wearing lab coats and held things such as cameras and clipboards. Two of them, however, wore a large skin-colored suit. It made them appear ginormous. They also had a weapon of sorts, something long. Something to inflict pain. My vision was starting to blur again, so I blinked to get a clearer view of the men. However, they'd already turned and were heading off somewhere. Soon after, I heard a whooshing sound. I immediately tried to stand, but I didn't do so well. With no defense, I looked towards the origin of the sound. One of the aforementioned men stood in the doorway. He moved forward and let the door whoosh closed behind him. Then, he made his way towards him. I tried to stand, but I could. He put forward his weapon. An old baseball bat hovered just before my face. A threat, but I couldn't do a thing about it. I opened my mouth slightly as I went to bite it, but he swiftly moved it away and sat down. He began feeling my legs, tail, back and pretty much everywhere. Some places hurt and I let out an involuntary sound. It felt like dull needles poking into me. He then moved his arms beneath me and my eyes nearly doubled. One of them rested one my chest and the other below my tail. He nudged upwards between my front two legs. I lifted myself to a seated position. There, he rubbed my face gently and guided my hind paws to correct spots to hold my weight. He said something loudly and stood. Then he moved to my pile of food, which was near my pile of vomit. He made some sort of expression. I blinked to see it clearly. It was him gagging, and looking quite disgusted. He hurriedly went to the door that had whooshed earlier. It was opened and he exited. I stood in place. Just stood. I didn't move my eyes from the door for awhile, not until it closed. Once it was shut, I changed to look at the room beyond the glass. People were writing things, scribbling into their notebooks or marking off things in a check book. One stood by the board, writing nonsense. I heard some whining from nearby. I looked around to see if I could find the source. Nearby was a very small vent. Trying to get my footing right, I set one paw at a time forward. I blinked again to get a crisp view as I ducked my head down. A small creature was inside, sniffling and crying. It stumbled out and I was quite astonished by it. It was covered in odd looking patches. There were white things stuck to it's skin and it's eyes were a sickly yellow color. I backed away from it, not sure if I would catch whatever it had. It looked at me, seeming to beg me for help. I edged forward slowly then, figuring that I was already in too close of quarters with it. Suddenly, it lashed out and struck my nose. Without even thinking, I slapped it across the room with my fore paw, watching it hit the wall and fall. I was safe for now. Safe from it, at least. The people with the journals seemed to celebrate. I laid down, closing my eyes to rest for a moment. I opened them up with crystal clear sight. Pleased to know what was around me, I stared again at the people behind the glass. They were discussing something in whatever foreign tongue was written on the wall. "C'est le seul! C'est le seul! Oui, oui, j'ai réussi! Il sera vindicatif en notre honneur! Ardenels, écrire Vindict sur la carte." one of them cried in joy. Another nodded and wrote, in large lettering, "Vindict" on the whiteboard. It replaced Essai 115. "Pourtant, nous ne savons pas le taux de succès cette." another seemed to point out something. The joyful one sighed and nodded. "Nous allons voir - même si je sais qu'il y est. Il est notre réponse."
(TRANSLATION FOR ENGLISH SPEAKING ALLIES)
- {{ French / Français
English / Anglais
{{ C'est le seul! C'est le seul! Oui, oui, j'ai réussi! Il sera vindicatif en notre honneur!
It's the one?! It's the one! Yes, yes, I've succeeded! He will be vindictive in our honor!
{{Ardenels, écrire Vindict sur la carte
Ardenels, write Vindict on the board
{{ Essai 115
Trial 115
{{ Pourtant, nous ne savons pas le taux de succès cette
Still, we don't know it's success rate
{{ Nous allons voir - même si je sais qu'il y est.
We will see - though I know he is it.
{{ Il est notre réponse.
He is our answer.
- Adopted from SCAA ~ Form by Boyd