ID Number: #00534
Informal Name/s: Atlas; Spihtkir; Juggernaught
Age: 12 post-containment; prior unknown
Gender: Unconfirmed
Floor: Lower Floor - Heavy Containment Unit A1
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Physical
Hair Colour: N/A
Eye Colour: Location of visual receptors unconfirmed
Body Type: Sentient humanoid exoskeleton-based extraterrestrial hybrid
Physical Mutations Evident: As far as we can tell, 534 is actually composed of two parts; the outer part is a heavily armoured exoskeleton, metallic in composition. It's shockingly similar in construction to many load-bearing robots, but for one detail: it is locked in seamless symbiosis with the second part of 534, a fleshy, weak humanoid entity. Only the original scientists who reconstructed 534 have seen it without the suit surrounding it, and they all perished in Incident 00534-01. Further data will be gathered.
-Dr. Reyes
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Abilities and Mutations
Type/s: By outwards appearances, 534 is just a hulking metal beast. This all changes when you realize that it is capable of extending two weapons systems, with barrels the calibre of modern light artillery, from slots on its arms. These "cannons" have been proven to be able to fire highly concentrated explosive blasts. The method by which it creates these blasts is totally unknown, but the current theory is compression and subsequent expulsion of flammable substances present in the atmosphere and, possibly, even within its own body. The result is the ability to fire air blasts that have been confirmed to go as high as 1800 degrees Celcius at ranges of up to 50 metres. The seeming downside is that the blast becomes far less effective at range, as well as the process requring the slow refinement of the gases 534 uses in the weapons. As such, it has a potentially limitless ammunition supply, at the cost of having a limited arsenal within a short space of time.
Other members of my team suspect that 534 may have other hidden weapons systems. This is, however, still unknown.
-Dr. Reyes
Potential Utilizations for Mutation: This thing melted through a tank, butchered almost half of my security detail, and even got a Predator drone out of the sky. Its combat capabilites, especially when modified, are extraordinary. Strap a rocket launcher or two on it, you have yourself the perfect weapon... assuming it's not fighting in enclosed spaces.
-Cpt. Nakai
Flaws or Defects Evident in Subject:
The immediate flaw evident in 534 is its bulk; it's simply ineffective in enclosed spaces. Second, its (currently known) weapons rely on incendiary air blasts. Pumping inert gases into its containment cell has shown incredible results; it's simply unable to fight. Great care must be taken when performing maintenance, as pumping normal air in is required.
Additionally, it has been proven in Incidents 00534-01 and 00534-02 that the outer exoskeleton, while armoured, DOES send pain signals through to the inner biological organism. The design purpose behind this is unknown, but will be researched further. For now, it may be considered a boon to our containment efforts.
-Dr. Reyes
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Psychological Profile
Personality Traits: The thing likes to kill. That much I know.
-Cpt. Nakai
As my colleague more bruntly described, 534 does appear to be somewhat violent, especially when it feels abused. However, it is also able to be calmed, and appears to understand the English language; we have considered scheduling occasional meetings with the base psychologist to try and keep 534 stable.
What has been confirmed is that 534 has emotions. It has been observed pacing around its cell, giving odd warbling noises, and other such activities that may indicate depression. On one occasion, it was observed to be "happy"; on an experiment, a cat was brought into the containment cell to test 534's reaction. While in normal circumstances it reacts with indifference to intruders, and occasionally with hostility, on this occasion 534 was heard making noises that Corporal Walker, on station in the monitoring room at the time, described as "just plain happy". 534 was observed sitting, seemingly staring at the cat, which eventually seemed to develop trust in it and sat on one of its large legs.
534 entered a hostile stage upon the attempted removal of the cat, triggering Incident 00534-02, which resulted in the loss of [REDACTED] personnel, as well as, ironically, the cat.
More data is required, but something thoroughly interesting wells beneath that metal skin.
-Dr. Reyes
Psychological Irregularities: ???
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Aptitude
Notable Skills: Further observation necessary.
Notable Disadvantages: Fine manipulation has shown to be an issue.
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Record
Background:
Holy shit, this thing.
I am scared to death of it.
12 years ago, when I was just a little Lieutenant, I was the leader of the team tasked with retrieving it; ten men, shipped out in a helicopter to empty fucking desert smack in the middle of... China, I think it was.
We arrive, and we see a smoking wreck. That's not one of our aircraft, Technical Sergeant Brian notes. Damn fucking hell it wasn't. Helicopter lands, my team goes in. Holy shit.
It was a massive transport vessel, just crashed right in the fucking desert. Nothing we'd ever seen before. And lining the walls, attached by some clamps were... THESE things.
It all seemed dead, and Brian got to work on trying to kickstart the ship's reactor, when suddenly Specialist Walker nearly shat himself. He started yelling and pointing at one of the large things attached to the wall, and jesus christ, it was giving off soft sounds and shaking. Sounded like it was saying something, too; only word I could really make out was "Spihtkir".
It sounded like it was CRYING.
We dropped everything, used thermite to cut the clamps, and hauled the thing out. Let another team retrieve the rest.
We go home, this thing strapped in our helicopter, just listening to it cry. They take it into a lab. Say they're gonna try cutting out of the suit.
Jesus christ. They tried.
I hear explosions, fire alarm going off, fucking unholy screaming sounds. I didn't even bother grabbing a gun, I knew what that was screaming and I fucking bailed. Ran right down to vehicle hangar, scrambled a defense, and sure enough, ten fucking seconds later, the thing smashes through a bulkhead. It looked PISSED.
We opened fire on it with god knows how much ordinance. At least two Carl Gustavs, a GAU-19, and of course, that tank you hear so much about. Not to mention dozens more small-arms.
The thing went apeshit, first swatting a bunch of my men around like paper. It then charges up to the tank, sprouts what looks like fucking artillery pieces, and I'm just thrown onto the ground by an explosion.
I just lay down and played dead. It was a coward move, but it was what saved me; a few minutes later, the thing was done killing, sat down on the floor, and started making weird noises again. I finally got up, and thank fucking god it ignored me until I stumbled into a maintenace room.
I have no fucking clue how they got it recontained.
But I can say, I am scared to shit of that thing. And yet, at the same time, I can't help but feel we did something to deserve it.
-Cpt. Nakai
Actions of note within facility: Numerous hostilites against personnel; five recorded cases of attempting to breach containment, two successful. Has resulted in the death of [REDACTED] personnel.