*Atlas Ruins; June 10, 2021; 9:40 AM*

The Inquisitors, with Alpha spearheading the scattered masses, had almost finished an arbitrary fleet of scrap metal.

As for their plan: that was still under discussion.

"We can retreat back to Los Santos. There is a bunker in the southeastern part of the island. We can make our base of operations there." Gamma suggested.

"Alternatively, we can ask Salem, or 'Lilith', if we may stay at her castle. It should be well-defended, and Unity has never made it's way there." Cinder added.

"Interesting proposition, but we can't go straight into reconstruction yet." A much older Cinder Fall, along with Corvus, stepped inside their compound.

"Cinder... and Raven..?" Adam wondered.

Alpha and Beta immediately raised their blades.

"You have five seconds. Explain yourselves."

"We still have an opportunity to strike. We should attack while we still have the element of surprise." Cinder stated.

"That's a terrible idea." Alpha deadpanned.

"Is it now?" Raven asked, raising a strange device.

The device was very similar to a funnel, seemingly made entirely of crystal. Telltale markings inticated a blend of Lacryma and Dust, and it was adorned by what appeared to be shards of the Summoning Key towards the larger end of the funnel.

"What... is that?" The younger Cinder asked.

"You're familiar with that 'Prometheus Charge' Energy trapped within our common enemy, yes?" The elder Cinder asked.

*The Subterrains; June 10, 2021; 3:00 PM*

The rest of the crew had arrived shortly after the arrival of Kat, the Agents, and the huntsmen had arrived. It had taken some time for the rest of them to arrive, as they've been trying to resolve the current war. It had been a tough process, he had heard, and it wasn't all complete.

Twilight had explained that even though the Dragons who died both in the war and at Alex's hand had been revived, the other dragons still cried for their blood, and it looked unlikely that any alliance was going to come out of these discussions.

Mako also had been a bearer of bad news, unfortunately. "These reformation groups don't care," She had said, "They want their country back, and they've been fighting like hell to get it back."

The Enforcers and the Foundation had arrived to supplement the force as well, and Alex was about to meet with Kat, Mako, and several SCP scientists and administrators, or 'Overseers', as they were called.

Alex was most intrigued with the few MTFs, or Mobile Task Forces, that had accompanied them. The most infamous of them being the 'Nine Tailed Fox' unit. Alex decided to have Evan and his crew train under their wing until such time as they're needed in battle as an afterthought.

"They should be just inside." Kat explained, opening the door and revealing about 30 or so people.

"Keep in mind, these eggheads are about as effed in the head as you are, but that doesn't mean you should be anything but a professional about this." Mako whispered.

The three sat down, and Kat began introducing him to the other Foundation officials.

"Alex, these are O5s one through thirteen."

"Nice to meet you."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance as well, Captain." one of the O5 officials replied with a british accent.

"And I've brought along a few of the scientists as well. This is Dr. Clef, Dr. Bright, Dr. Gears, Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Rights, and Dr. Glass." Kat introduced, gesturing to a man with a ukelele and a hat, an orangutan, and three other doctors, all of them in some way screwed in the head.

Alex cocked his head to the side, and immediately facepalmed.

"I've seen some shit in my day, but what the actual fuck?"

"You're telling me." Dr. Gears replied emotionlessly.

Alex had to take a moment.

"Sorry, it's just..." Alex stuttered, taken aback by the similarities between Gears and Auburn.

"Oh, save it." Dr. Kondraki rolled his eyes.

"Calm down, you two! Besides, we're all mad here!" Dr. Rights joked.

"Oh, god.. They're worse than us." Alex facepalmed harder.

"Captain, if you will. Explain the situation." Dr. Clef calmly explained, all the while as the whole collective teleported to the Main Computer.

"How the hell..? Ahem.. Good news is we've mostly gotten our shit together. We're currently numbering almost 2 million troops."

"And the bad news?" Another O5 asked.

"Well. there's where it gets bad. First of all, we have no goddamn clue where any of our HVTs are. Second, The Dragons and Our Universe's U.S Restoration groups are insistent on not helping us in any way, shape, or form. Worst of all, there's this whole bit with the fucking monsters. One of them took everything we had to even lay a hand on, and the other is supposedly so overpowered, it killed all but one of us. The one being one of our HVTs."

The O5s looked completely aghast. The Doctors, in stark contrast, were completely unfazed.

"Well, then. I'm not saying you're fucked, but... y'know..." Dr. Bright shrugged.

"Thanks. Real fuckin' reassuring." Mako muttered.

"I'm confident in our Doctor's ability to handle this situation, They've handled worse things before, and they'll handle them again." Another O5 nodded.

"Director, you've proven yourself capable enough to direct this Universe's wing of the Foundation. Keep an eye on them, will you?" The first O5 asked.

Kat's expression went straight from neutral to an even mix of shocked, pissed, and annoyed.

"WHAT?!"

"You obviously need their assistance more. Our residing staff should be able to handle the responsibilities of our home projects in their stead. Besides, they're getting bored, and we'll take any chance at keeping them from completely fucking everything up." O5-4 explained.

The O5s promptly left, leaving Kat, Alex, and Mako dumbfounded.

"Why in the fuck didn't anyone stop them?" Alex asked.

"I'm asking myself the same fucking thing." Kat stuttered.

The SCP Doctors collectively took a step towards them.

"Alright, mother, father, uncle, and great-grandpa fuckers, what's the plan?" Dr. Bright asked.

"I have to agree with Dr. Bright. What are our main objectives?" Dr. Kondraki wondered.

Right as Alex regained his composure, Kat, or rather Sekhmet, turned towards the other six doctors.

"Listen, and listen well. You are to report either to Alexander, or to me. The O5s aren't here, which means all disciplinary action will be undertaken by me. If this is clear with all of you, We need two of you on tracking the Inquisitors, two of you on finding a means of contact with potential allies, and two of you to meet up with Doctor Richtofen and begin weapons development. Understand?"

"Well, well, well. Finally stepped up to the occasion, have we?" Dr. Rights grinned slightly.

"We won't let you down. Kondraki, want to help Richtofen and I?" Dr. Glass asked, turning to his colleague.

"Clef, how about you and I work on-" Dr. Bright began.

"NO." Mako and Kat both shut that down quickly.

"...Okay, I'll work with Gears." Clef nodded, walking towards the main computer.

Dr. Bright and Dr. Rights immediately got to work on a nearby portal.

"Welp, we'll be fucked long before the Inquisitors find us."

"Found 'em!" Dr. Clef shouted.

"WHAT?!" Alex gasped.

"It wasn't difficult. They're on the same planet, after all." Dr. Gears replied.

"How?!" Mako gasped.

"We researched their files, and started with satellite imagery. It was as simple a matter as scanning the planet." Dr. Gears explained.

"They're at that fucked-up section of Remnant. The one with the magma and shit everywhere." Dr. Clef added.

"So, what are they doing?" Alex demanded.

"As it stands, they're building a fleet. Mostly composed of scrap metal." Dr. Gears answered.

"Fun. Does it look like they know where we are?" Mako asked.

"No, their ships are aimed in every direction." Gears added.

"I have a plan." Alex smirked.

"Let me guess. Make them come to us, and OBLITERATE THEM WITH RECKLESS ABANDON..! RENDERING THIS WHOLE PLANET NOTHING BUT A WHIRLWIND OF FLAMING ROCK AND RED MIST!!" Dr. Bright figured, laughing devilishly to himself.

The whole base turned to look at the Doctor.

"Jesus fuck." Cade shook his head.

"Tell me about it." Dr. Richtofen shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"Well. here's a hint... It's two of those things." Alex shrugged, shaking his head and quickly leaving the base for fresh air.

*Callan's Laboratory, Location Unknown; June 10, 2021; 3:15 PM*

Callan lurked through his laboratory, gathering a large stack of files.

"Hmm... It seems I've not checked the energy locators in a long while... Let's find the- GREAT LILITH WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?!"

The energy scans on his computer indicated a MASSIVE amount of energy sources, all conveniently centralized within the confines of The old Inquisitor base in the Subterrains. It seemed there were more further north, but the ones at The Subterrains were... most disconcerting.

"Curses..! Not only has Unity gained a little 're-union', but there's a bunch of higher powers there as well..! Could it be..?" Callan gasped, instantly recognizing six of his former co-workers.

"Clef?! Bright!?! I-Impossible!! T-There's no time..!" Callan bolted towards the containment tanks.

Within the center of three tanks, lay floating a dark, winged shape, wreathed in shadow.

That is, save for two glowing eyes.

With a hard pull of a nearby lever, and the press of a few buttons, the fluid in the tank, a mix of amniotic and strengthening fluids, drained from the tank as the figure slowly descended, shrouding itself further.

"My creation... it may soon be your time.." Callan stated coldly.

The figure's ragged breathing echoed within the confines of the tank, it's eyes glowing brighter as it began to stir.

"I will teach you your body's full capabilities, and with luck, you should make a worthy right hand.." Callan grinned sinisterly

Author's Notes:

With The Inquisitors soon to be on the move, and Callan's plans in action, The Reformed E.R.C is on a race against time to regather their forces. With the help of the capable, yet insane SCP Doctors. They're making significant progress!

However, The Inquisitors have an ace up their sleeve, and Callan's greatest creation has been revealed.. Which side will come out on top in the ensuing battle?

I dunno, but in either case, the next chapter features the start of the Next battle.

Until Next Time!

-The Destoyer