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Outbreak currently has 141 pieces of intel. They are split into four categories, each of them regarding a different force within the narrative of the mode. These categories are Requiem, Omega Group, Maxis, and Dark Aether.

The map launched with 25 pieces of intel available with 31 more added during Season Two Reloaded, 48 more added during Season Three. 37 more intel were added with Season Three Reloaded and 31 more intel were added with Season Four.


Audio Logs

"Strauss shares some thoughts about the dangers of Aetherium harvesting."
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Oskar Strauss: The Aetherium harvesting unit. To the layman, it's not terribly impressive. Just a metal box with a canister in it, quietly sitting there, sucking in airborne Aetherium particles. But there is a reason my science teams risk their lives to place these units across the Zone. With Aetherium concentrations greater in the Ural Mountains than anywhere else on Earth, these harvesting units are absolutely vital in our race against the Soviets to harness the power of the Dark Aether. Once filled, each canister must be collected for rocket-transport to international waters. We considered other modes of travel, but rockets really are the quickest, cleanest way to get the samples out of the Outbreak Zone. Which is not to say retrieving these canisters is easy. They are heavy, cumbersome things, and once disengaged from the harvesting unit there is a limited amount of time to get them to the rocket before the samples degrade. They also draw hostiles like flies to honey, I have lost more than a few people on collection duty. I have therefore requested that Field Ops strike teams support all future canister retrieval efforts.

"Grey muses about the risks and rewards of the Dark Aether Specimen Analyzer."
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Elizabeth Grey: This is Dr. Elizabeth Grey with a few thoughts on the new Specimen Analyzer stations. We're using them to run field tests on undead anatomy - specifically, genetic mutations and structural changes in the cerebral cortex. It's a rather grisly affair, severing some poor, infected bloke's head and putting it in a jar for a proper soft tissue mapping and DNA sequencing. But if we can identify the root stimuli and catalysts for all these physical transformations, we'll be one step closer to preventing them. It's a rather grisly affair, severing some poor, infected bloke's head and putting it in a jar for a proper soft tissue mapping and DNA sequencing. But if we can identify the root stimuli and catalysts for all these physical transformations, we'll be one step closer to preventing them. Not quite sure if they're trying to rescue their fellow dead-head, or if it's more like sharks sensing an injured fish, but I'm working on a way to insulate the unit so the sample's distress won't draw unwanted attention. Until then, my Unnatural Sciences teams may require some rather robust protection to operate the Dark Aether Specimen Analyzer.

"Carver discusses hunting High Value Targets from the Dark Aether, and ponders the enemy's command structure."
— Description
Mackenzie Carver: Our strike team has taken down a lot of different hostiles - some bigger and badder than others. Every encounter is a risk of life and limb. But as far as my Containment and Security division is concerned, we learn the most from their engagements with apex-level threats. The Dark Aether's "high-value targets" for lack of a better term. So we've come up with a way to guarantee they'll be tangling with an HVT. It's an energy cannon platform parked in geosynchronous orbit over the Ural Mountains. When an uplink station is activated, the satellite fires a dimensional disruptor beam that literally pulls an HVT out of the Dark Aether into the AO. Strauss gave me a bit of grief when I suggested we call them HVTs. He still sees this enemy as a disorganized mob. But I see a hierarchy at work, and the top dogs are calling the shots. Of course, I may be reading too much into it. But even if these apex threats are as brain-dead as their foot soldiers, the more of them we kill the better.

"Strauss prepares a memo to the strike team about the use of Essence Conversion Modules."
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Strauss: Energy Research voice memo to Requiem strike team from Dr. Oskar Strauss. Subject: the proper care and feeding of Essence Conversion Modules. Energy Research voice memo to Requiem strike team from Dr. Oskar Strauss. Subject: the proper care and feeding of Essence Conversion Modules. Once they land, the modules will absorb the "essence" of any infected you kill nearby. All you have to do is, well... what you do best. When they have reached full charge, that is when things get interesting. The unit's internal lab exposes the essence to refined Aetherium crystals. This establishes a connection with the objects in the Dark Aether dimension, through a process called quantum entanglement. In layman's terms, the essence you collect is transformed into a Dark Aether object. It's our way of examining the contents of our parallel reality without requiring you to go there. You're welcome. Now get to work.

"Grey records some thoughts on the Dark Aether Recon Rover and the living payload it carries."
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Grey: The recon rover. Ugh. This is a tough one for me. I mean, yes, I recognize the absolute need to send monkeys into the Dark Aether. It's the only way to record that dimension's effects on their physiology. And it's certainly a lot less risky than sending my people, but... *sigh* I really do need to stop naming those monkeys. Anyhow, here's how it works: we leave a Dark Aether Recon Rover parked in an area where we've recorded instability in the dimensional membrane. Our strike team activates the rover, and then do their best to keep the nasties off until it can successfully enter a rift and start sending back telemetry.The data we're getting is remarkable. I'm starting to understand how Aetherium transmutes living organisms on a cellular level. We've even recorded the specific moment when the subject starts metabolizing Aetherium to continue functioning post-mortem.It's just... difficult reviewing the data. They scream once they cross over. A lot. And then they go quiet. And then they start to laugh...

"Carver knows what the huge Aetherium crystal "power nodes" are up to, and why they must be destroyed on sight."
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Carver: We've identified certain Aetherium crystal structures in the Outbreak Zone that the labcoats are calling "power nodes." They're the biggest crystals out there - almost beautiful in their own way. But if what the experts are telling me is true, they're scary as hell. My people have determined these power nodes are here to fundamentally alter the environment. It's a process they call "terraforming". Basically, they're slowly transforming the air and the ground around them to make it more hospitable to the creatures crossing over from the Dark Aether. They do this by continually releasing Aetherium in its gaseous form. And we know that the only thing keeping those monsters inside the outbreak Zones is their proximity to an Aetherium source. They wander too far away and they drop dead. We've recorded all of this on our instruments, but you don't need any equipment to know how powerful one of those crystals is. All you have to do is get up close to a power node and it feels like... I don't know... like the "shrooms are kickin" in. Yeah, I said it. I saw some shit in 'Nam. But nothing that messed with your head as bad as this. So I've made it a priority for our strike team to blow them up whenever they find one. No fucking way we're gonna just let these things turn Earth into their favorite vacation spot.

"Grey muses on the origin of "the Beacon" and other strange devices found in the Outbreak Zones."
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Grey: So - I've been thinking a bit about the Beacon. You know - the thing we've been casually using to move between different areas of the Outbreak zone? Well, we don't know what it is - or who built it. Same goes for the funny little vending machines. We think they're safe - certainly no one's lost anything while using them - but they are something of a peculiarity... They appear to have been cobbled together from machine parts pulled from different time periods in our world - A bit of this from the '50s, a dash of that from the '60s, a sprinkle of something from the '80s... You get the idea. It just doesn't really make sense them being here. Now - I've got a theory - and it is only a theory - that someone or... something in the Dark Aether has sent them here to help us. Not sure, but definitely something to look into...

"Strauss relishes the increased Aetherium collections from the Ural Mountains and mentions some new opportunities created by this windfall."
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Strauss: I was reviewing Aetherium production reports this morning, and... it seems we are running out of storage space. My, my. The worm has certainly turned for Energy Research, ever since we began operations in the Urals. I have more Aetherium now than I know what to do with, thanks mostly to my harvester units. This embarrassment of riches has allowed us to put several new projects into development, not least of which is Requiem's very own teleporter. Oh, it is not quite ready yet, but I would be my slide-rule that it will surpass the crude portals Dr. Peck slapped together in Vietnam. Then there is the new prototype from the weapons lab. Carver asks about it every day, like a child impatient for Christmas. (chuckles) Patience, Major. You shall have your new Wonder Weapon soon enough

"Weaver and Carver discuss their decision to cut off Maxis's communications with the strike team and their assessment of the risks she might pose."
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Weaver: I wanted to ask - Do you have any doubts about the decisions we've made regarding Agent Maxis.
Carver: Doubts? As you know - in the military - doubts rarely do you any good after a decision has already been made.
Weaver: But does that mean you don't have them?
Carver: We all have doubts, Weaver. It's what makes us good at what we do. It's what makes us human. If we didn't have doubts we might as well just put a tactical computer program in charge of operations.
Weaver: I'm just worried that our decision to take away the radio she used to talk to the team could render her more... Unstable.
Carver: All the more reason to stick by the decision we made. Regardless of how useful she's been in the past, the last thing we need is instability within our chain of command.
Weaver: She's done so much for us. We wouldn't even be here if she hadn't risked her life to get us the Projekt Endstation footage.
Carver: I know... And I know how close you are to her. The most important thing we can do now is to make sure that she gets better... To make sure that she in no way compromises our mission. Of that, I have zero doubts.
Weaver: Thank you, Major. I appreciate your perspective. That'll be all.

"Carver shares his thoughts on the undead hordes hunting Requiem personnel in the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zones."
— Description
Carver: While a whole lot has been going right for us in the Oh-Zee, Field Ops is reporting an increase in Dark Aether assaults on our strike teams and security patrols. It's almost as if the infected are changing up their tactics. They're starting to ambush our people with heavily armed undead... hordes. Well, maybe "horde" isn't quite the right word. That implies a lack of organization. But the reports I'm seeing refer to specific combinations of enemies -- foot-soldiers supporting elites, working together in a coordinated fashion. This all started happening after we took down a few of their high-value targets. I can’t help but think they’ve realized we’re going after their top brass, and now they're out for payback. I don't know. Maybe I'm overestimating their brainpower. I mean, even ants will pull together to defend their queen. But what if I'm right? What if these hordes really are organized death squads? Our little war with the Dark Aether may have just entered a whole new phase. Fuck.

"Carver saw something he shouldn't have -- and it seems to confirm his worst fears."
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Carver: Okay, Mac, okay. Just gotta take a breath now and shake off these jitters. Think it through... Fact: Dark Aether hostiles come in different classes, different threat levels. It's why we're calling come Specials, some Elites, and some… Apex-level. Fact: we've seen them work together, attacking us with a mix of offensive capabilities. Reminds me of how we outfit platoons with a range of weapons -- riflemen, snipers, heavy gunners. The others roll their eyes when I point this out, but I know a tactical unit when I see one. And then there’s what I saw today, while I was waiting in the Director's office... It was right there on his desk, face up in his in-box. Straight from the DNI -- "Eyes Only." You don't just leave that kind of document lying around. Was he testing me? Anyhow, the memo confirms what I've been trying to warn them about. They know there's a top dog on the other side -- some kind of entity in charge of the rest. So why aren't we talking about that? Why aren't we making plans to take that damned thing out? Gonna have to play this cool, act like I didn't see nothing. But I sure as hell did.

"From Requiem's archives: a recording of Projekt Endstation Director Vogel in which he believes he has saved the Reich from defeat."
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Ulrich Vogel: Ulrich Vogel, director of Projekt Endstation, 29th of January, 1945 (sigh) Well, it is finally done. Two days ago, we bid farewell to those sent here by the Führer to carry out Operation Baldr. Godspeed, heroes of the Reich. Unfortunately, the strain proved too much for the cyclotron. Several seals blew on the cooling unit and radioactive steam contaminated the station. I ordered an evacuation. The entire staff is gone now -- on their way to join our forces in retreat, but with the Red Army advancing, I can only hope they got away in time. As for me, I have chosen to remain and monitor the equipment. I must confirm Task Force Baldr is in position. Everything now rides on their success. I have no illusions about my chances here. This is Soviet territory now and when they find me they will surely kill me. But in a sense they are already too late. I alone have secured the future of our nation.

"Ravenov contacts Weaver with an exciting development: Omega scientists want to defect."
— Description
Ravenov: It's been a long time, Weaver.
Weaver: Ravenov? You've got some balls using this line after what you and Sam did.
Ravenov: We did the right thing. You may not say it out loud, but I know, in your heart, you agree.
Weaver: If you have intelligence, you contact me, Ravenov, Maxis is not C-I-A. She can't help you.
Ravenov: And yet, we achieved what you could not: dissent and division within Omega itself.
Weaver: What are you talking about?
Ravenov: The fallout from Operatsiya Inversiya. In Omega. People are talking. Staff are scared -- concerned about the KGB's direction. Some believe they have gone too far. I have been contacted. By a group of Omega Scientists. They wish to defect.
Weaver: Great. They know where the embassy is in Moscow.
Ravenov: Don't be a mudak, Weaver. These are good people. They defect not out of hatred, but out of passion. They seek to right Omega's wrongs. These scientists report directly to Valentina and Peck. We both know what that would mean for Requiem. The embassy is a death sentence. You know this. We may as well deliver them straight to gulag.
Weaver: Okay... okay. Let me run it upstairs. I'll be touch. Oh, and Ravenov? don't ever call me on Sam's line again.

"Weaver contact Ravenov to confirm that Requiem is willing to take Omega's defectors."
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Weaver: Ravenov, can you hear me?
Ravenov: Loud and clear. What news from "upstairs"?
Weaver: We have a green light.
Ravenov: Khoroshiye novosti! Good news indeed. I knew you would see things my way.
Weaver: Here's the deal. First, I need names, ranks, ages, breakdowns on all the defectors -- and their roles.
Ravenov: You will have it. Next?
Weaver: Next. The scientists are to travel to the Ural Mountains. We'll use my strike team for evac while they're in the Oh-Zee.
Ravenov: It will be done. When the scientists are in position, I will contact you to provide extraction.
Weaver: One more thing. We do this, we do it my way. You work with me. No more of this behind my back bullshit. Understood?
Ravenov: Da. Weaver. You're the boss.
Weaver: Damn straight.
Ravenov: Khoroshiy, comrade. That is the spirit, I will be in touch. When the time is right.


"CIA Director Casey greenlights Requiem's operations in the Ural Mountains."
— Description
June 20, 1984

FOR: Director of Requiem
SUBJECT: Operation Threshold

Having consulted with POTUS and all appropriate NATSEC stakeholders, I have officially authorized implementation of Operation Threshold. You are hereby instructed to immediately mobilize all personnel and resources necessary to support extended covert ops in the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zone.

Mission parameters remain as detailed in the proposal you submitted to me. As expected, the White House's main concern is the obvious one: staging ongoing military operations in the heart of the Soviet Union risks triggering a full-scale war. However, both NATO and the USSR are driven by a mutual need to keep lose as we do from a global panic. We are therefore confident the Soviets will keep our presence in the Urals under wraps so long as we operate within the perimeter they have established for their own covert ops. But there are limits to what each side will tolerate, so keep engagements with Omega Group to a minimum.

All four of your Division Leads are familiar with the planned array of objectives and the materiel assembled to carry them out. Nevertheless, as you further your Aetherium research and collect vitally needed data on the Dark Aether dimension, there are specific priorities I wish to reiterate.

Major Carver should brief all Requiem operators on best practices when hunting Elite-class hostiles designated as High Value Targets. Likewise, make sure he prepares them for the teleportation effect associated with Aetherium crystal "power nodes."

Dr. Strauss must ensure all Aetherium Harvester units are in working order, with updated splashdown coordinates input to their rocket guidance systems. Likewise, have him re-test the Essence Conversion Modules.

Dr. Grey should resubmit documentation that her Dark Aether Specimen Analyzers function as intended. If your operators are going to risk their lives defending them, they damn well better yield some useful data. Likewise, make sure she has enough live specimens for repeated test of the Dark Aether Recon Rover. There are still funds remaining in the "monkey budget" should more primates be required.

Finally, Special Operations Officer Weaver should undertake a thorough assessment of strike team operators to make sure they're prepared to support all research ops and, if necessary, render assistance to any science personnel in the field.

It goes without saying that Threshold will be Requiem's largest and most important operation to date - perhaps ever. The Ural Outbreak Zone represents our greatest single opportunity to surpass the Soviets in Aetherium weaponry and energy production. In short, this is where the Aetherium arms race will be won or lost. Operation Threshold could be the key to victory over the USSR, not to mention the extradimensional forces arrayed against us.

Apologies for the granular nature of my instructions, but too much is riding on this. I am counting on you, Director. We all are.
W Casey

William J. Casey
Director of Central Intelligence

"Secret report listing dimensional breaches around the globe following the outbreak at Projekt Endstation."
— Description
July 7, 1984

FOR: D.C.I. William J. Casey
FROM: Office of SIGINT Operations
SUBJECT: Outbreak Zones

RE: global threat originating from suspected Soviet operation near Morasko, Poland 18 hours ago.

In brief: it appears a Spetsnaz covert ops team has somehow punched a hole in the fabric of spacetime. This phenomenon is, to our knowledge, unprecedented. Our physics experts describe it as a breach in the quantum membrane separating our dimension from a parallel reality. The Morasko event remains localized, but it appears to have triggered a global ripple effect as we have detected several similar breaches around the world.

The Morasko event was first detected by the satellite component of our Distant Early Warning network created to detect ICBM launches and/or nuclear detonations. MASINT recorded a unique electromagnetic signature at the Morasko site, followed by similar readings in Venezuela, Namibia, Vietnam, Azerbaijan and Russia. SIGNINT intercepts from local authorities describe a fast-acting "plague" that transforms victims into violent "monsters." Infection does not follow traditional disease vectors. Instead, it appears dependent on proximity to the dimensional breach. We are currently designating these sites as "Outbreak Zones." Details as follows:

Russia - detected 9 minutes after Morasko event. The breach in the Ural Mountains is by far the largest recorded Outbreak Zone. Soviet response currently focuses on containment and suppression of information to prevent a national panic.

Azerbaijan - detected 12 minutes after Morasko event. Much smaller than the Urals event. Though located near the capital city Baku, containment and suppression efforts were swift and successful.

Namibia - detected 33 minutes after Morasko event in a remote section of the Namib Desert. We have a team en route to assess the breach first-hand and anticipate useful data will be collected.

Vietnam - detected 39 minutes after Morasko event in Thua Thien-Hue province. The smallest breach so far is in some ways the most troubling. Dimensional membrane instability in this region suggests further breaches may occur. Local authorities are teaming with Soviet assets to contain the situation.

Venezuela - detected 1 hour after Morasko event deep in the rainforest south of the Orinoco. CIA science team is en route.

Further updates and recommended actions will follow as this is a developing situation. For now, we strongly urge the formation of a dedicated task force to suppress and contain hostile forces and potential spread of all Outbreak Zones, regardless of location.

D Halprin

David Halprin
Director, Office of SIGINT Operations

"Blueprint for the remote vehicle designed to explore the Dark Aether dimension."
— Description

Approval: Elizabeth Grey
Date: 04/13/84

"Design schematic for an orbital weapons platform capable of firing an energy beam into the Dark Aether and drawing forth its apex-level threats."
— Description

Approval: Mackenzie Carver
Date: 03/08/84

"Design specs for the rocket used to transport Aetherium payloads out of the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zone. With additional notes from Strauss."
— Description

Note 1:
Irrespective of the actions of my countrymen, I did sincerely hope my work would lead to a different world - a better world.

Note 2:
Adapted from XMGM-134A "Midgetman" prototype (dreadful name). Fastest, safest way to extract Aetherium samples. Overland transport from the USSR out of the question.

Approved: Oskar Strauss
Date: 04/17/84

"Official Requiem repot defining and classifying Dark Aether Objects."
— Description
29 September 1984

1. DEFINITION: DARK AETHER OBJECT (D.A.O.) is any object transmuted out of pure essence. These objects may be of any state of matter but are created from Dark Aethereal essence. A D.A.O. can come into existence through three methods: CREATION, MANIPULATION, and IMPERSONATION.

2. CREATION: CREATION refers to a D.A.O. manufactured directly from Essence, the bioenergy that animates all Dark Aether species. Using Energy Research's ESSENCE CONVERSION MODULES, we can syphon the essence from biological creatures and convert it into an object. Example: essence collected from an infected can be converted into the Cymbal Monkey Explosive Device.

3. MANIPULATION: MANIPULATION refers to a D.A.O. created when essence interacts with an existing object and transmutes it. We've encountered this phenomenon with the DARK AETHER RECON ROVER's simian specimens, where they will return altered, for example, in the form of sandbags or an apple crate.

4. IMPERSONATION: IMPERSONATION refers to a D.A.O. created by the Dark Aether species classified as MIMIC. This predator can temporarily transform itself into a D.A.O. to lure unsuspecting prey into its grasp. In this instance, the Mimic is altering its own essence to deceive those around it. It is unknown if this ability is restricted to the Mimic or if other creatures can also manipulate their own biochemistry for camouflage.

5. METHODOLOGY: Currently, Energy Research has no control over which Dark Aether Object will be created or manipulated, however it has been observed that the essence only generates objects it has previously encountered. Thus far, the only objects generated are other objects found within the Outbreak Zones. As the Dark Aether expands into our world, it is able to add new objects to its "genetic memory."

"A memo prepared by Weaver summarizing all the different types of Dark Aether Cates encountered in the Outbreak Zone."
— Description
September 12, 1984

Subject: Dark Aether Crates

Per your request, I've compiled a summary of all known Dark Aether Crates my strike team has encountered during their operations in the Ural Outbreak Zone. Currently, there are three classifications.

1) STANDARD: this refers to the crates found placed throughout the various regions of the Outbreak Zone. These crates contain munitions, equipment, and salvage. They come in three sizes, seemingly correlating directly to the quality of its resources. Small: poor, Large: high. They represent the most common of the three classifications.

2) PORTAL: Portal Crates fall from the Dark Aether through sky-breaches. Unlike the Standard classification, these crates are initially sealed. When our team interacts with them, hostiles swarm their location. Once all threats have been eliminated, the crate is unlocked, and provides resources of a higher quality than anything found in a Standard crate. It seems the reward is directly tied to a strike team's survival; once they demonstrate they are superior to their adversaries, they earn their reward.

3) DRAGON: Easily the most unusual, the Dragon crate comes from the Dragon Rocket Module, a Dark Aether construct that collects essence from infected subjects. The strike team must kill undead targets in the proximity of the module for the essence to be collected. After a predetermined period, the module returns to the Dark Aether, leaving behind a crate. Unlike the Portal classifications, the quality of this crate is dependent on the volume of essence provided.

All three classifications seem to support your theory: someone in the Dark Aether is trying to help us. Sometimes the method is unorthodox (collecting essence, trial by combat), but the end result equips our strike team with the tools necessary to survive.

The 'Who', 'How', and 'Why' remain a mystery, but there's some comfort knowing there's someone over there that may be on our side. For now, at least.

"Plans for the orbital units that convert zombie essence into Dark Aether Objects. With additional notes from Strauss."
— Description

Note 1:
The modules have proven effective at siphoning essence from infected specimens... provided Weaver's strike team does their part.

Note 2:
How Essence Conversion can create so many different objects is one of many unanswered questions. We must discover the key to controlling this process.

Approved: Oskar Strauss
Date: 04/28/84

"An official request from Strauss to the Director for an investigation into the fate of missing Axis scientists captured by the Soviets."
— Description
October 04, 1984

FROM: Strauss
Subject: Missing Axis Scientists

As you know, I am not a sentimental man. But lately I find myself thinking about the waning days of WWII and how I made it my business to surrender to American forces. The alternative - capture by the Red Army - was too terrible to contemplate. Happily, I ended up among the Axis scholars and scientists brought here by Operation Paperclip.

Not everyone shared my good fortune. I cannot help but wonder about all my former colleagues presumed captured and killed by the Soviets. With no definitive record of their fate, the possibility remains that even now they toil in Soviet laboratories, representing a real and present danger that must be quantified. If our side got moon landings, ICBMs and Aetherium weapons from Paperclip scientists, what might the USSR be extracting from their Axis scholars?

Specifically, what became of those who oversaw Germany's Wunderwaffen programs? I personally knew scientists developing the Sonnengewehr orbital solar weapon, the Haunebu "flying saucer" aircraft, and the antigravity generator known as Die Glocke. All went missing in 1945 - as did their immediate families. I picture them working for Omega Group now, their loved ones held hostage.

I also wonder about German expeditions to find even more exotic weapons and sources of power. The SS Ahnenerbe unit scoured the globe for the likes of Thor's hammer, the holy grail and Atlantis itself. Fantastical, yes, but what if the scholars they forced to help them actually found something usable?

Most of all I wonder about Dr. Ulrich Vogel, my supervisor at Projekt Endstation. In a sense, he started our war against the Dark Aether. What became of him? Not to mention, his wife and daughter?

I therefore formally request the allocation of Requiem and CIA resources to officially investigate and verify the fate of these former Axis scientists and research experts. If they're still alive and represent a threat, we must know and prepare for it.

I look forward to your reply.

Oskar Strauss
Lead - Energy Research


[Scheisse, I know I shouldn't have mentioned Atlantis.]

"Weaver, Grey, Strauss, and Carver offer their observations on their newly-revealed ally on the other side."
— Description
10 October 1984

SUMMARY: SGT. KAZIMIR ZYKOV was a mechanic in the Soviet 1st Guards Tank Army. In February 1945, when the Soviets discovered Projekt Endstation, Sgt. Zykov was ordered to deactivate the particle accelerator. He was sealed inside and presumed dead. That changed last month when he identified himself to Requiem's strike team as the individual communicating through the Dark Aether Computer Device. As requested, Requiem's senior staff have provided statements and recommendations on how to proceed with future Zykov interactions.

SOO WEAVER: We have confirmed Sgt. Zykov is the same individual who spoke to our team at Projekt Endstation and Outpost 25. If Dr Grey's theory is correct (which I suspect it is) then Zykov's role in my team's survival has been critical. As to his motives, I am less certain and have concerns. I have recommended my team continue communications, but to exercise caution and report all contacts.

DR GREY: Wherever our strike team deploys, they encounter numerous machines, crafting stations and utility crates that have facilitated their survival. Beverages with physiologically altering effects, a kiln of sorts that fortifies their weapons' mysterious integrity, and a computer that awards "prizes". All evidence points to Zykov as our mysterious benefactor. It seems he does wish to help us - bit to what end remains the question. We need to identify his intentions.

DR STRAUSS: I would strongly urge we tread carefully. Let us assume he is Zykov. That would mean, due to temporal dilation, he has spent and incalculable amount of time in the Dark Aether. As a result, his exposure to Aetherium would be greater than any other living human. From a research perspective, the opportunity to study such an individual is indeed tantalizing - what could be learned about how the human body interacts with Aetherium would be unprecedented. My only concern is how do we know it is even Zykov at all.

MAJ CARVER: I'm of two minds on Zykov. First: he's telling the truth. If that's the case, he represents an asset we cannot possibly ignore. The breadth of knowledge he would possess on the Dark Aether, and the threat it poses, has no comparison.
Alternatively, he's lying. We've seen what this dimension does to people trapped in there for a few days. Hell, we've seen what happens after a few hours. You think he walks out of there after forty years clean as a whistle? Not a chance in hell. Right now, we need to hunker down and listen to what he has to say. It's out best - and only - option at this juncture.

"Containment & Security division's report on the huge Aetherium crystal "Power Nodes" slowly altering the environment."
— Description
06 October 1984

1. DEFINITION: AETHERIUM PROCESSORS (also known as "DARK AETHER CRYSTAL POWER NODES" or "DIMENSIONAL POWER NODES") are crystalline structures that generate concentrated levels of Aetherium, terraforming a landscape to emulate the biomes of the Dark Aether.

2. FORMATION: Aetherium Processors are seeded by the Dark Aether species classified as TEMPEST. The Tempest removes a crystal shard from itself and plants it at a location ripe with dimensional fertility. A Dark Aether Tear is then opened, where primordial aetherium provides the sustenance needed to mature the crystal to its proper size. Once it has reached maturity, an aethereal beam is projected from the Dark Aether to provide a power boost.

3. PROCESS: Using the power from the energy beam, the crystal begins to release Aetherium particles into the air, beginning the terraforming process.

4. PURPOSE: Samples taken from these regions show remarkable similarities to the more volatile areas of the Dark Aether, supporting the hypothesis that its purpose is to transform the biome to match that of the other reality.

5. EFFECT: Requiem teams have reported blurred vision, hallucinations, nausea, headaches, and impaired movement when in the vicinity of Aetherium Processors. This is unsurprising given that the air they're breathing is no longer purely oxygen.

6. IMPACT: In smaller numbers, Aetherium Processors can be dealth with easily by an efficient Requiem strike team. However, if Outbreak Zones continue to manifest around the globe, and more Aetherium Processors appear, we are looking at a potentially global terraforming event that would permanently transform the planet.

"Recovered Requiem cipher. Decryption is required."
— Description
This cipher is a Polyalphabetic cipher using CRYSTALCLEAR as key.

There is a new directive coming and I wanted you to hear it from me first. Perhaps it will help spare you the initial shock when you are informed in person. There is a new project in development that will require a great deal of our aetherium reserves. Unfortunately this means that some of your research will be put on hold indefinitely. You are not the only one affected by this I have been informed that half of all future aetherium harvests recovered from my extraction rockets will also be diverted to this project. Now I want you to leave you with a question be very careful who you mention this to. What do you know about Project Janus?

Radio Transmissions

"Weaver readies the team for the challenge that awaits in the Ural Mountains."
— Description
Grigori Weaver: Strike team, I want to thank you on behalf of everyone here for what you accomplished in Vietnam. The intel you recovered from Omega Group is already paying off in new technology and weapons. This is especially important as we launch operations in the Ural Mountains. The AO you've entered is richer in Aetherium than anywhere else on the planet. But Omega is already hard at work there. Never forget we are in a race against time to harness the Dark Aether before they do. The winner of this Aetherium arms race may well be decided by your actions here. So... we can't fuck this up. Weaver out.

"Weaver emphasizes the importance of the various objectives in the Ural Outbreak Zone."
— Description
June 25, 1984[1]
Weaver: Just want to be clear on what's expected from you. Every department at Requiem has a stake in this. Energy Research. Unnatural Sciences. Security and Containment. They all have special equipment in the field that we need you to test. Strauss, Grey and Carver will give you the details at the appropriate time, and I expect you to follow their instructions to the letter. Remember: these experiments and operations aren't busy-work. They're important. They're how we eventually win.

"Weaver gives the team an update on Maxis."
— Description
Weaver: Some of you have asked - repeatedly - about Agent Maxis. I get it. You risked your life to save her, then weeks went by with no word on her condition. I get it. Well, I'm finally authorized to let you know she's recovering. At least, physically. She's been under observation in an isolation ward, getting the best care the Agency can provide, but... she went through things in the Dark Aether that would have broken most people. It's a miracle she survived. She's not infected, she's on the mend, and... everything you went through to bring her back? Absolutely worth it.

"Weaver congratulates the strike team for their successes during Operation Threshold."
— Description
Weaver: It may seem like our work in the Ural Mountains has just gotten started, but Langley already considers Operation Threshold a massive success. They said an ongoing operation in the heart of the Soviet Union was impossible. The logistics alone - getting equipment and personnel in and out - was enough of a challenge. But we got creative with the rockets, satellites, cargo drops... we even developed a way to refuel Raptor One mid-flight. A lot of dedicated people made this happen. Then there's the risk of triggering World War Three. Fortunately, both sides have a vested interest in keeping these outbreaks from the public. So anything short of a full-scale battle with Soviet forces can remain our little secret. Just be careful out there. What you've accomplished so far has enabled us to significantly catch up with Omega's Aetherium research. We haven't quite closed the gap yet, but I know you won't quit until we're ahead.

"Strauss gives the strike team a pat on the back while mentioning the challenges of charging up his new Essence Conversion Modules."
— Description
Strauss: I thought you'd like to know that our rocket retrieval crew in the North Atlantic have just recovered their one-hundredth payload of Aetherium collected in the Urals. Quite the milestone. Success was far from assured when Operation Threshold was still on the drawing board. Oh, I knew my Aetherium harvesters would function as designed. The hard part was bringing them back home where we could put it to good use. And we are putting it to very good use. My Essence Conversion Modules, on the other hand, require more direct participation from you. The creatures must be lured close and, ah... liberated of their essence. It is a rather visceral process, and the subsequent conversion of essence into objects can only be done within the Outbreak Zone. A dangerous endeavor, yes, but Major Carver assures me you are "up to the task". I suppose this is my way of saying we could not have gotten this far without you. No matter what technology we may employ, you are Requiem's most valuable asset. Bravo.

"Grey has some theories on the transformative effects of Dark Aether... and the fate of her test-monkeys."
— Description
Grey: Well.. we certainly do live in strange times, don't we? First off, I wanted to thank you personally for your work on the Recon Rover missions. The lessons we're learning are going to prove invaluable as we move forward. As you no doubt witnessed first hand, the specimens on board the Rover were physically 'transformed' after they passed into the Dark Aether. We're trying to ascertain if this process is similar to what we saw with the creature we dubbed 'the Mimic' - but we're just not sure. Or, were the specimens actually 'replaced' by other objects from the Dark Aether? If so - does that mean there are there now little monkeys lost in there? Either way... it's a horrible thought. The rover did manage to transmit some audio and video recordings during its mission, but I really don't even want to get in to that right now. Our working theory is that Aetherium functions in the other dimension like oxygen does in our own. That would explain why the infected can't move beyond the Outbreak Zone - if they did, they just wouldn't be able to survive... Like a fish out of water. Last thing - do let us know if you start to experience any strange symptoms or feel that you yourselves are... er... 'changing' in any way? I honestly wouldn't want you to go through anything like whatever the poor monkeys did... bless their little furry socks.

"Carver asks the strike team to help him determine who is calling the shots on the other side."
— Description
Carver: Carver here. If there's one thing I've learned from Operation Threshold, it's that you know how to take down the biggest and baddest the Dark Aether has to offer. And hunting those HVTs has yielded good information for the lab-coasts and number-crunchers. But my mind's been on the big open question hanging over it all. If these S.O.B.s do have a pecking order, and there's any rhyme or reason to their attacks, then that suggest some sort of command structure. I mean, we see the HVTs call in reinforcements. We see them work together, like undead platoons. So who's calling the shots over there? Who or what is their commander-in-chief? I want you to help me find out, strik team. My fellow experts over here don't want to hear it when I tell them these things operate like an army. What I haven't told them about yet is the document I saw on the Director's desk. The folks above my pay grade know there's gotta be a hierarchy. They're just not ready to call it out yet. So find me something they can't ignore -- some intel, some evidence. Help me figure out who's in charge on the other side. And then we'll pain a big, fat target on them.


"One of the severed zombie heads scanned in the Dark Aether Specimen Analyzer."
— Description

"When full, this removable container from the Aetherium Harvesting Module must be placed on a rocket for transport out of the USSR."
— Description

"This shard was broken off of an Aetherium Power Node - one of many large crystalline structures slowly terraforming the Outbreak Zone to support the hideous life forms from the Dark Aether."
— Description

"One of several interchangeable canisters for use in the W.A.N.D. weapon. Manipulates Aetherium to deliver a sub-zero blast that stops enemies cold."
— Description

"One of several interchangeable canisters for the W.A.N.D. weapon. Manipulates Aetherium to create an energy blast that detonates on enemy proximity."
— Description

"A powerful breaching explosive used by Requiem to clear obstructions and destroy Aetherium Power Nodes."
— Description

"Shoulder patch worn by Requiem's elite strike team."
— Description

"One of several interchangeable canisters for the W.A.N.D. weapon. Manipulates Aetherium to temporarily phase the user in the Dark Aether rendering them invisible to the Infected."
— Description

"Believe or not, this was once one of Grey's test-monkeys."
— Description

"The topmost component of a destroyed Beacon device. Believed to be the critical component that allows the strike team to travel between regions in the Ural Mountains."
— Description

Omega Group

Audio Logs

"Newly in command of Omega Group, Kravchenko reflects on the bizarre unit he has inherited."
— Description
Lev Kravchenko: Kravchenko. 21st of April, 1983. Three weeks since I accepted command of Spetsgruppa Omega. And I am beginning to wonder if Comrade Andropov was out of his mind when he created this spook show. My first order of business was a thorough review of Omega Group activities since their formation in '75. What a fucking joke. The study of "psychotronic phenomena"? What does that even mean? Biocommunication, bioenergetics, bioinformation... Words invented by paper-pushers to make ghost stories sound real. I read hundreds of their bullshit reports and found nothing useful. So I reassigned the authors to dig biolatrines. But if...IF Andropov was not out of his mind. IF he saw some genuine operational value in any of this nonsense... I will give this one more month. And then I will pull the plug.

"Kravchenko meets with Valentina to discuss his expectations of her proposed mission to Projekt Endstation."
— Description
Kravchenko: 15th of July, 1983. Comrade Valentina, I am recording this meeting for my records.
Aleksandra Valentina: Of course, Colonel. I take it you have viewed the Projekt Endstation footage?
Kravchenko: Da. Where did you find this film?
Valentina: Gathering dust in a restricted portion of Lubyanka sub-basement records storage. Someone went to great lengths to bury the incident back in '45. But times have changed since then.
Kravchenko: Indeed. That cowboy actor and his Strategic Defense Initiative have upset the stalemate between us and the West. I asked for something to tip the scales back in our favor. You think this is it?
Valentina: There is only one way to find out. Allow me to reactivate the Endstation cyclotron. If I can harness their access to another dimension, we can give the Motherland a tactical advantage the Americans can only dream of.
Kravchenko: And if you cannot... "harness" it?
Valentina: Then bury the bunker in concrete and declare the place off-limits. And maybe leave flowers every year to remember my sacrifice.
Kravchenko: I don't care about sacrifice. Only results. I will authorize your mission, but you had better bring back something I can use.
Valentina: Understood, colonel. Understood.

"Kravchenko assigns Peck to the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zone - and warns him never to fail him again."
— Description
Kravchenko: Kravchenko. 8th of July, 1984.

William Peck: And Dr. William Peck, lead research-

Kravchenko: Shut up, you little worm. You are lucky to be alive.

Peck: Sorry sir, I...

Kravchenko: Silence. This is not a dialogue. You are here to receive your orders. There is a plane standing by to take you to the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zone. You will oversee a special operation there involving a particularly rich deposit of Aetherium crystals. My people will brief you once you are airborne.

Peck: You won't regret this, sir! And, um, please let Gorev know I'm off the hook? I'm worried he still wants to kill me.

Kravchenko: Gorev will be there with you. Shadowing your every step. Because you are not "off the hook," Dr. Peck. Do not fail me... ever again.

"Kravchenko puts Gorev in charge of plugging a leak."
— Description
Kravchenko: Gorev. Before you depart for the Urals, I need a word with you.

Gorev: New instructions, colonel?

Kravchenko: No. It is the same matter that has vexed me ever since Requiem's arrival at Endstation. Whoever leaked Omega intelligence to them remains unidentified. If they did not die at Outpost 25, the traitor may still be among us.

Gorev: I am working on it night and day, sir. My apologies that it has taken this long.

Kravchenko: We could have found out the informant's name back in Vietnam, but that idiot American tossed the only person who knew into the Dark Aether. What kind of genius throws away his trump card?

Gorev: Peck may be book-smart, but he has no common sense... and even less self-control. But I swear to you, Colonel, the informant will be exposed. The only question is if I will be able to bring them in alive. If I find myself left with no options...

Kravchenko: Do what you must, Gorev. They deserve to die slowly. As long as the leak is plugged, I will be satisfied.

"Peck records his first impressions of a key discovery in the Ural Mountains."
— Description
Peck: William Peck, personal notes. Arrived in the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zone three days ago. It was a little hard to believe the briefing I was given on the flight here, but now that I see it for myself... to paraphrase Archimedes, "holy shit." This is even better than I hoped for. The breach opening right on top of an installation like this may have given me the key to making an Inversion Warhead actually work. I'm a fuckin genius. I already knew of the catalyzing effect Aetherium has on Plutonium. That was how I got my portal chamber to work at Outpost 25. But the readings I'm getting form the crystals here...! We've never seen Aetherium this pure "in the wild," so to speak. You up there! Be careful! That's not something you want to bang too hard, understand? Yeah. They understand. These boys look scared out of their wits. Just wait till they hear the next item on my "shopping list." We're going to need some special helpers to make this work - and rounding them up will not be easy.

"Valentina laments the Kremlin's choice of targets for Operatsiya Inversiya."
— Description
Valentina: I just returned from the Kremlin where I presented the list of proposed targets for Operatsiya Inversiya to the General Secretary and select members of the Committee for State Security. The results were... mixed. I should be pleased that the overall plan was so well received. Perhaps they realize that without bold action the Soviet Union could collapse within a decade. And Inversiya is nothing if not bold. It would be a deathblow to the West. Which may account for the committee's preference of two particular targets. But I pushed hard for Berlin. It would have afforded me further opportunities to complete my preparations there. The Colonel did question my fixation on Berlin, but I just told him I hate the Germans. That is always enough of an excuse for veterans of the Great Patriotic War like Kravchenko.

"Peck discusses the capture of some key components for his latest experiment."
— Description
Peck: William Peck, supplemental notes. Well, it took a week and cost the lives of some brave young men, but we finally did it: we caught four of those floaty blue bastards alive. Okay, sure, by "we" I mean the highly trained operators in Omega Group. I'm not exactly the field ops type. But they could never have locked down those lightning bugs without the gear I built for them. I mean, have you ever tried to cage something that can teleport? One big help in this whole process is how attracted the blue guys are to the crystals - the big ones. The atmosphere converters. And the purer the crystal, the more irresistible. I think that was the first tip-off that I could co-opt the way they metabolize Aetherium for my own purposes. Yeah, yeah, Sparky, I know it hurts, but you gotta take one for the team. We all serve a greater good now. And I promise if Operatsiya Inversiya stays on schedule, you won't be suffering for long.

"Kravchenko reveals to Valentina why he altered the purpose of Operatsiya Inversiya."
— Description
Kravchenko: -Just a moment. 22nd of July, 1984. Commencing meeting. Valentina. Sit, please.

Valentina: You said you wanted to see me?

Kravchenko: Doctor, how do you find my leadership techniques?

Valentina: Effecient.... effective. You produce results.

Kravchenko: And you agree that should be our goal, da? To produce results. Above all else.

Valentina: Of course, Colonel. What is this all about?

Kravchenko: It occurred to me you have said very little about my... "commandeering" of Operatsiya Inversiya.

Valentina: Sir?

Kravchenko chuckles.

Kravchenko: Come now. It was your project. Until I swooped in and... snatched it from you. You must be upset. Angry.

Valentina: I am, above all else, loyal to Omega. While it is true you have... "adjusted" its parameters, if you believe it is the correct course of action, you have my full support.

Kravchenko: I already had that. Give me your honesty. You must have questions. Speak freely.

Valentina: Where did I fail? When I brought it to the Committee, they seemed impressed. Did my targets present too great a risk? Was my plan too ambitious?

Kravchenko: Too ambitious? You were not ambitious enough! But that is not a failing of yours. There is much you do not know. My intelligence tells me there is something out there. It is watching our world, looking for a way in. If it finds one... we must be ready. Rest assured. The West will be ours. But first... we must face the wolf at the door.

Valentina: As always, I follow your orders. I am committed to our cause. We were the first-

Kravchenko: -and we are the last. Very good. Without you, my Operatsiya Inversiya would not exist.

Valentina: Always happy to build a solid foundation, Colonel.

"Peck, Gorev and Valentina study the remains of a Krasny Soldat, and are shaken by the results."
— Description
Gorev: This better be good, Comeback Kid.

Valentina chuckles.

Valentina: If it is not, Gorev, at the very least it will be amusing.

Peck: Funny. Come over here. Hold this retractor.

Peck fiddles with something as the squishing of flesh can be heard.

Peck: Almost... got it. Here. Look at this.

Valentina: An Omega ID badge?

Peck: Lieutenant Kazakov. Omega Armored Division at Outpost 25. He-

Valentina: -he escorted the Aethernauts in one of your tank suits, yes, I saw the blueprint. What is your point?

Gorev: I am confused as well. We have seen this before. We lose men in Dark Aether, they come back with bad skin rash. This Krasny Soldat is no different than others we have seen transformed by Aetherium.

Peck: Ah! See. That is what I thought as well. You're half-right.

Gorev: I have never been half-anything, Peck.

Peck: Ok, ok... now just a sec. This is one of our men. And the armor is very similar... but it is not the same. Look at the color. The design. This isn't my work.

Valentina: He came back with it.

Peck: And as far as I know, Aetherium crystals rot your brain, they can't give your car a new coat of paint. Someone's upgrading them. Over there.

Gorev: We keep this between us for now. The Colonel... has developed "fiery" new ideas. I do not wish to add more kindling. Understood? Good. Peck, see that this... "thing" is destroyed.

"Peck records some late-night thoughts about his increasingly disturbing discoveries."
— Description
Peck can be heard pouring himself a drink into a glass.

Peck: Peck. Personal log. September 3rd, 1984... 2:35 AM. The Witching Hour approaches. Hm. Cheers.

Peck is heard taking a drink.

Peck: It's been nearly two months since my arrival. Work on the Inversion Warheads proceeds as planned. Operations continue to run smoothly, but... damn it all, you're right, Peck. Heh, you're always right. That's... wait. That's not what this is about. Look... too many sleepless nights. Maybe it's too much time down here in the deep... in the darkness. I could go to the surface, but there... there are things up there science just can't explain. The demonic echoes that keep tormenting my staff... an aethereal orb that... I don't know, it cries out with the laughter.. of children?

Peck chuckles to himself.

Peck: It's enough to drive a man insane. Ugh. Not that I'm insane. No no, I'm holding it together. Nothing to worry about here. Old noggin's good.

Peck takes another drink.

Peck: But we keep trying to bend this reality to work for us. We mine and pilfer for resources to build our weapons and warheads... we really have no clue what we're dealing with, do we? I-I mean, one second this place is trying to kill you, the next it's-it's dropping treasure chests out of the sky. Am I crazy? Or... or are we vastly underestimating the powers in play?

Peck takes yet another drink.

Peck: I found one of those computers. From the... from the Dark Aether. Omega's studied them, but they don't have much to show for it. But I've... I've spoken to someone. Someone on the other side. I haven't told the others. Need to be careful. Keep my cards close to my chest. After all, knowledge is power.

"Valentina discusses a strange visit - and a shared destiny."
— Description
Valentina: 16th of August. 1984. Personal log. He visited me again tonight. As I slept, he appeared before me. He is but a shadow to me. So close yet so far. He told me to have faith. I must stay the course. There were recent developments last month that were... unanticipated. He assured me that all was not lost. His plan, our plan, is still on schedule. He had... new instructions for me. I will see that they are completed. We will be reunited. We will rise again. Our destiny is all but assured.


"Gorev reports to Kravchenko regarding Omega Group operations in the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zone. "
— Description
18 June of the year 1984

Progress Report:
Ural Mountains Dimensional Breach

Colonel, I have completed my latest review of Omega Group operations in the Ural Mountains Breach AO. Overall conclusion is that our efforts are proceeding on schedule and yielding tangible results. If anything, progress has accelerated since the arrival of Dr. Peck. It appears your personal reprimand had the desired result. I have never seen him more motivated to meet the goals we set for his team. We still face a highly dangerous and unpredictable work environment, but if we are to deliver a decisive strategic advantage over the Americans and NATO, the answers will be found here.

Aetherium collection continues around the clock. This is by far the richest source of Aetherium crystals in the world, with new deposits forming every day. In fact, the infestation is so great we do not even have to send collection teams to the other side. I have taken steps to obscure the true levels of our growing stockpile. If there is a leak in Omega, the last thing we want is Requiem discovering the true magnitude of what we have here.

If there is any upside to the danger we face from Dark Aether hostiles, it is the opportunity for weapons testing. We have even recovered weaponry from some of the hostiles unique to this location. In conclusion, the Ural Mountains Breach remains our most important area of operations. Should Requiem continue their efforts to match our Aetherium research, then let this be our battleground for the fate of the Motherland.

Spetsgruppa Omega

"Shortly after assuming command of Omega Group, Kravchenko informs his superiors of his choices for Omega leadership roles."
— Description
03 April of the year 1983

RE: Omega Leadership Appointments
AUTHOR: Col. Lev Kravchenko

9 days ago, the Chairman of the Committee for State Security tasked me with revitalizing Spetsgruppa Omega. Today, after consultation with comrades Andropov and Chebrikov, I am prepared to name key personnel to lead Omega Group's military and scientific operations.

My right-hand man Gorev will serve as Tactical Operations lead during active measures, ensuring our unit's performance is not just up to Spetsnaz standards, but up to my standards. Omega's original focus on superstitions and old wives' tales made these operators soft. Gorev will burn all softness out of them. Assisting him will be Kapitan Sergei Ravenov, whose sterling service record should calm the fears of any apparatchik with misgivings about comrade Gorev.

As for Omega's stated mission: to identify, study, and weaponize so-called "exoscientific phenomena," I have chosen trusted experts to assess the validity and practicality of such a focus. If they say we can realistically deliver a counterpunch to Reagan's Strategic Defense Initiative, so be it. if not, I will request this unit be liquidated and the men reassigned.

Dr. Aleksandra Valentina has already assumed leadership of our Psychotronic Phenomena Research - the study of extrasensory perception, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and so on. For the last 8 years, Omega Group failed to verify the existence of such abilities, much less harness them. In addition to having a background in hard science, comrade Valentina is a straight talker and a Soviet's Soviet. If Omega is a waste of resources, she will give me the unvarnished truth.

Finally, Dr. William Peck from America's weapons research organization DARPA will serve as Exoscientific Phenomena Research Lead. Peck will develop military applications for Aetherium. Comrade Chebrikov tells me there was some pushback to this choice. After all, if Peck betrayed his own country, why wouldn't he sell us out as well? Rest assured I have contingencies in place if Peck ever thinks of betraying me.

I have issued a general order to scout all records since the creation of Omega Group in 1975. Surely something usable, something of worth must have been found in all that time.

Colonel Lev Kravchenko
Commanding Officer - Omega Group

"Valentina writes a report to Kravchenko detailing key operations from the early days of Omega Group."
— Description
19 April of the year 1983
RE: Omega Group Records Review
AUTHOR: Dr. Aleksandra Valentina

Omega's central database archives confirm the main operational focus was to gain a scientific understanding of psychotronic abilities like biocommunications and bioenergetics, then instill those abilities in our covert operators. Obviously, being able to read minds or dominate the wills of others would have great utility in espionage and covert operations. Though they never determined a scientific cause for extrasensory abilities, they did conscript a handful of Russian nationals with genuine talents and trained them as intelligence assets. Alas, their gifts were impossible to reproduce and all such assets were either killed in action or suffered psychological breakdowns that rendered them useless for continued service. Still, the work showed promise:

10 April, 1976 - A suicide bomber attempting to enter the Soviet embassy in Ho Chi Minh City was sensed by an Omega Group asset on site. The terrorist was stopped and detonated at the gate, saving countless lives in the compound.

29 June, 1976 - East Germany hosted a multilateral conference for European communist parties. A mind-reading Omega asset learned several representatives from Soviet satellite states were uniting to extract concessions from the Kremlin. Omega units quietly rounded up the diplomats' families in their home countries, ending the insurrection before it started.

7 April, 1978 - Following a remotely placed suggestion by an Omega biocommunications asset at our embassy in Washington, US president Carter suspended production of their neutron bomb.

28 April, 1978 - A clairvoyant Omega asset helped the People's Democratic Party of Afghanistan assassinate the Afghan president. The asset experienced a mental breakdown and had to be liquidated as she attempted to defect at the British consulate in Kabul.

There were also indications in the records of Omega involvement in several high-profile assassination ops in March, May and October of 1981. All assets involved were liquidated after comrade Brezhnev's untimely death in 1982.

My review has so far been limited to the central database on the KGB mainframe. Other records deemed too sensitive for the party leadership were sent for storage elsewhere. I am currently piecing together the chain of custody on some of those items.

Dr. Aleksandra Valentina
Psychotronic Phenomena Research Lead - Omega Group

"Official Omega Group report on the placement of Boost Modules in the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zone."
— Description
Progress Report:
Ural Mountains Breach - Boost Module Installation

As our operations continue to grow in the Ural Mountains Breach, it has been brought to my attention that our teams' mobility around the regions is greatly restricted. While convoys and security escorts are possible, delays and uncertainties with time-sensitive deliveries have rendered the more traditional transportation methods inefficient. As a result, we decided to explore more creative solutions - after all, if we are meant to be at the forefront of science, our technology should not be as unreliable or frustrating as waiting for Trolleybus B at the Red Square.

Normally we might consider teleportation, but due to Phasic interference and the regions' dimensional instabilities, Dr. Peck does not recommend teleporter use at this time. This has led us to an unconventional solution: the installation of the Boost Modules. Using the design blueprints recovered from Outpost 25, these have been assembled and deployed at strategic placements around the Outbreak Zone. Unfortunately, the design for the landing pads was lost with Outpost 25. As such, we recommend all personnel equip themselves with a parachute before use, as it dramatically improves the likelihood of survival (28% fatality rate with parachute versus 95% without. Dr. Sokolov is a lucky man.)

In the two weeks since their installation was completed, work efficiency is up 60% due to time saved on travel. While the fatality rate is close to 30%, it is an improvement over the 38.7% we were experiencing with standard transport. Also, most recent fatalities have been the result of user error, not machine failure. If anything, we have improved transportation and natural selection.

Spetsgruppa Omega

"Official Omega Group report on the Dark Aetheric energy barrier."
— Description
01 July of the year 1984

Progress Report
Ural Mountains Breach - Phasic Threat Assessment

Colonel, in response to your concerns about "The Phase," I dispatched two survey teams to study the phenomenon. As with Outpost 25's outbreak, this phasic energy barrier has proven quite lethal, with a significant impact on our operations. You have seen the reports of soldiers trapped inside, driven to insanity, violence, and, ultimately, death. Even in the case of my own survey teams, two men were lost. For those who did return, they have posited some... "illuminating" theories.

Firstly, the Phase is not simply a perimeter wall. It represents a deadly "No Man's Land" connecting the many regions of the Outbreak Zone. As one of my officers put it, "imagine the Outbreak Zone were an ocean, with each region representing islands - the Phase is the water surrounding, and linking them all." Take that for what you will.

Second, the Phase is being maintained by crystalline structures. Aetherium Processors. These structures pump large quantities of Aetherium into the environment, chemically altering the oxygen (along with other elements) in the area. This is the reason why our men cannot survive inside the Phase: the environmental conditions have been rendered uninhabitable. Dr. Peck believes the Phase is "terraforming in action," the Dark Aether's attempt to make our world hospitable for its own kind.

One final observation: as the survey team was studying the barrier in Ruka, they observed the Phase wall grow approximately 100 micrometers. It seems - however slowly - the Phase is expanding. We will continue to monitor.

Spetsgruppa Omega

"Design document detailing the structure and purpose of Omega Group's power armor."
— Description

Created in response to multiple incident reports, the Red Soldier Mechanized Armor is designed so its operator can provide protection for Aethernaut mining teams operating in the Dark Aether. Outpost 25 will serve as the proving grounds for the armor. If initial tests prove successful, Omega plans to expand the use of the armor in other outbreak zones and operations.

14 March 1984
Approved: Dr. Dimitri Kuhlklay Dr. William Peck

"Excerpt from Valentina's personal diary."
— Description
22 July 84

Another meeting with Kravchenko today. More insight into his new proposal. It would seem our vision for Operatsiya Inversiya is no more - and that this new plan may threaten that which we have worked so hard to achieve. it is no matter. I must remain resolute. All is not lost. Yet.

So many years. He has waited long for this day. But he can keep waiting. Just a little bit longer. There is no reason to rush. No need to provoke the bear. I must only find the opportunity to prevent the discovery. Perhaps the Captain could be useful after all. To derail their plan.

I must stay focused. Stay committed. I've dedicated everything to aid his struggle. I must wait for him to give me the signal. When the time is right, I will know.

After all these years, after all my loyalty, after all I've sacrificed, he owes me that much.


"Valentina's original pitch for Operatsiya Inversiya, detailing her plan to create targeted dimensional breaches."
— Description
[R. This may be of interest to your Requiem friends.]

03 June of the year 1984

RE: Operatsiya Inversiya
AUTHOR: Dr. Aleksandra Valentina

16 August 1983: Operation Undertaker is given formal approval to be carried out by Spcial Operations Group Omega. Begin Phase 1.
1 November: Operation Undertaker is completed under the orders of Dr. Aleksandra Valentina. Outbreak Zones begin to open around the world. At this point, there is no way to control where or when a dimensional breach can occur. Phase 1 is complete.
9 November: Approval is given for Operation Inversion to be carried out by Special Operations Group Omega. Being Phase 2.
11 November: Construction begins on Outpost 25 in Vietnam. The facility is overseen by Dr. William Peck and is used to conduct Omega's first attempt to create their own portal to the Dark Aether.
8 January 1984: Dr. William Peck and Dr. Dimitri Kuhlklay open a dimensional portal to the Dark Aether. It is the first successful controlled breach.
14 March: 5 additional test sites are opened. Four of these sites successfully create their own breaches. Special Operations Group Omega can now control where and when a dimensional breach will occur with nearly 70% accuracy. Phase 2 is complete.
2 April: Work beings on weaponizing the process. A missile battery in the Ural Mountains is identified as a candidate. Begin Phase 3.
11 May: Canvassing for potential targets is complete.

Given Special Operations Group Omega's ability to generate its own Dark Aether portals, it stands to reason that if weaponized it would provide the U.S.S.R. with a tactical advantage over the West. When an Inversion Warhead reaches its targets, it can generate a dimensional breach as large as 500 meters, which in turn can create an Outbreak Zone measuring more than 800 kilometers. The committee has selected two targets: Washington, D.C. and Manhattan, New York. I am told the Colonel wishes to make a few modifications. I am eager to see what improvements he will make.

Dr. Aleksandra Valentina
Psychotronics Research Lead - Omega Group

"Design schematic for Peck's "Reality Inversion" missile warhead."
— Description

The Reality Inversion Warhead is designed to [redacted] its true purpose remains to target [redacted]

Approved: [redacted]
14 July 1984

"Recovered Omega Group cipher. Decryption is required"
— Description
This cipher is Four-square cipher using "Strauss" and "Carver" as keys. The alphabets used require the letter J to be remove from the squares.

This threat is real. The entity hides in the darkest depths of the Dark Aether. It is waiting for its moment to enter our world and to consume it as it has its own. That is why it seeks to manipulate us because only we can let it in. Unless we can stop it will be our end. I will reach out later. Requiem will have noticed my absence by now.

Radio Transmissions

"Gorev warns Peck not to squander his second chance."
— Description
Gorev: Gorev to Peck. Hello, my American friend. I trust you find Mother Russia more hospitable than the jungles of Vietnam?

Peck: Hospitable? I've gone from sweating my ass off to freezing my nuts off, so-

Gorev: It was rhetorical question. I do not really care about your comfort. Only that you do not squander the second chance we have very generously given you.

Peck: I... yes. Of course. Believe me, I've got a lot to work with here.

Gorev: Just keep Kravchenko informed of your progress. You may be top scientist, but it is you under microscope now. Fail him again and you will be mining Aetherium crystals while Dr. Valentina takes your place. I think she would very much enjoy this.

Peck: Will all due respect, Valentina can't even begin to understand the Dark Aether like I do.

Gorev: See, that is point. No more secrets. No more hoarding information so you are only one with answers. Share what you know. Get everyone "up to speed," as you like to say. Is your best move if you want to keep other eye.

Peck: I'll... I will do my best.

Gorev: Oh, I know you will. Because if there is one thing you Americans love, it is a comeback story. This is your chance to make your friend Gorev proud. And I know you do want to make me proud.

"Gorev tells Peck there is still an informant in Omega Group - and they are to be taken alive."
— Description
Gorev: Hello, Peck. Remember how you allowed spy to infiltrate your ranks at Outpost 25? Remember how this informant compromised our valuable research lead over Americans?

Peck: Look, I know I screwed up. But the mole's dead now, right? I mean, I'm the sole survivor from that whole Vietnam fiasco.

Gorev: "Fiasco." Such a colorful word. Almost sounds like fun. You know what is not fun? That we still have massive fucking intelligence leak - thanks to your not-dead mole, whom Kravchenko wants taken alive.

Peck: Alive, huh? He... must have plans for the poor schmuck.

Gorev: You will be schmuck if we do not figure out who it is. So put big brain to work. And contact me immediately if you identify the son of bitch. Am I clear?

Peck: Crystal.

"Gorev informs Peck that Requiem is now operating in the Ural Mountains Outbreak Zone."
— Description
Gorev: Peck? Gorev here. Bad news, little man: my scouts confirm that Requiem is now conducting operations in the Ural Mountains breach zone.

Peck: That's... how is that even possible?

Gorev: They are desperate. But we cannot risk them finding out about your current project.

Peck: Are you saying I should lay low somewhere?

Gorev: Heh. So brave. No, Peck, Operatsiya Inversiya is to remain your priority. The Colonel already mentioned it to Kremlin. Do not make him look bad. Just have your people keep their eyes open. Report any sightings of Requiem, but do not engage. Leave that to Spetsnaz. We live for this... shit.

"Valentina checks on Peck's progress and recounts a story about her childhood."
— Description
Valentina: Hello Peck - it seems like you're finally settling in. Back in "groove," as it were.

Peck: Yeah, well, "the Groove" used to have 20/20 vision.

Valentina: Tsk-tsk. You Americans are so soft and spoiled. Life is full of pain, Peck. After my father died, my uncle took me in. He was cruel, did not believe woman should have education. Made me work in his factory. So what did I do? Every night I snuck into library and I read. Biochemistry, microbiology, physics. At sixteen, I was accepted at university. If I can survive childhood, you can survive little eye problem.

Peck: Valentina, I had no idea. How did you convince your uncle to let you go to school.

Valentina: Convince him? When he found out, he tried to imprison me in basement, so I slit his throat.

Peck: Ah, of course... let me assure you, we're making excellent progress. Harnessing those crystalline creatures has certainly sped up development.

Valentina: Is that so? I trust you are taking appropriate security measures.

Peck: Hey now. I only lost my eye, not my attention to detail.

Valentina: Is that supposed to be a joke?

Peck: I, uh... I thought so.

Valentina: Just send me a report on your latest security protocols, and that facility blueprint I asked for.

Peck: Yeah. Sure.

"Peck demands that Gorev do something about a Demented Echo haunting the Omega facility."
— Description
Gorev: Comeback Kid. One of my birds said you were looking for me.

Peck: Huh! You're goddamn right I was! I need your security teams to prioritize these, these... these fucking things! I've lost three scientists this week!

Gorev: Oh-ho-ho, slow down, William. Take breath. You sound like my son when he breaks toy. Now, tell me what has happened - but in calm, rational voice. Like adult man.

Peck: Look. Infected, I can handle. Undead dogs? Sure. Crystalline men? No problem. But these... these damned demon echoes.

Gorev: I have heard of this creature, it can summon friends to it's position. Loud scream, made of fire.

Peck: Yeah. Well, one got the jump on Doctor Leonov while he was takin' a leak. You ever see that? It can summon a dozen "friends" while you're in the john? Custodial spent two days cleaning up what was left of him.

Gorev: What are you asking for, Doctor? What can I do to make you... "happy man"?

Peck: Just... just have your men do sweeps for these echoes. The Colonel has accelerated our delivery schedule for the warheads. We cannot afford anymore delays.

"Gorev and Valentina are growing concerned over Peck's new obsession."
— Description
Gorev: I am growing concerned, is all. His behavior since coming here has been... erratic.

Valentina: Peck has always had his quirks, you know this.

Gorev: Yes, but... he is more skittish than usual. He is talking to himself. He spends all day and night in that silo.

Valentina: Do you suspect Aetherium exposure?

Gorev: Ah... it is hard to say. He has developed new obsession. You have seen strange computer, yes?

Valentina: Exoscience disassembled one. We are struggling to make sense of it. It's mechanisms are... complex.

Gorev: Our American friend... talks to it.

Valentina: I have heard of others who do this. It is like moth and flame. They are drawn to it, but do not know why.

Gorev: Apparently, it talks back to Peck.

Valentina: Does the Colonel know this?

Gorev: Nyet. I was going to draft report-

Valentina: -hold for now. Give me a few days. Let me investigate.

Gorev: Saves me paperwork. I have little interest in chasing ghosts.


"The Colonel's preferred method of getting someone's attention."
— Description

"Worn proudly on the shoulder of every Omega Group operator."
— Description

"The fearsome arm-cannon recovered from a fallen enemy known as the Mangler."
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"Peck's official Omega Group ID. He hates the photo."
— Description

"Make sure the settings are calibrated, or you're in for a rough landing!"
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"The severed head from the Dark Aether species known as Tempest."
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"One of the Reality Inversion Warhead Launch Keys. The fate of the world quite literally in your hand."
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"If you're trying to trap a monkey, you need the right bait."
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Audio Logs

"Carver interviews Maxis in the isolation ward."
— Description
Carver: Good evening, Agent Maxis. I'm Major Carver. I hope you're recovering from your ordeal.

Maxis: 'Major'. Would that make you Requiem's highest ranking military representative?

Carver: Please. Call me Mac. My friends do. Now... I'm going to get down to brass tacks. We're fighting a war that we both know we're losing. I was hoping your experiences could shed some light on just how far the enemy has gotten ahead of us.

Maxis: Which enemy? Are you talking about Omega?... Or the others?

Carver: When you say 'others', I'm assuming you mean hostile elements from within the Dark Aether itself? Are they... Mobilizing? Are there forces strategizing an assault on our world? What kind of technology do they possess? Is there some kind of hierarchy we should be aware of?

Maxis: Well. 'Mac'. To answer your questions in order - Yes. Yes. Yes. I'm not sure. Probably... but I'd be lying if I said I understood it. The whole experience of being trapped there was... confusing.

Carver: With all due respect, Agent Maxis.... as a former agent of the BND, there have doubtless been times in your career - your life - where lying and misleading those around you was very much essential?

Maxis: Do you think I'm lying to you, Major Carver?

Carver: No, but I am concerned about the content of some transmissions you sent while you were in the Dark Aether. Some of them seem to imply that you yourself might have caused the outbreak at Outpost 25.

Maxis: I don't know how that would be possible, do you?

Carver: In recent months, we've seen a lot of things we never thought possible. So - if any details do come back to you, I trust you will let us know.

Maxis: Of course. Now, if you don't mind I would like to get some sleep.

"Strauss visits Maxis - and voices his concerns."
— Description
Strauss: Well, isn't this nice? I thought you might appreciate hearing a familiar voice... we have a lot in common, after all.

Maxis: I'm not sure that we do. We're both Germans, but I think the similarity ends there.

Strauss: Oh dear, I'm sorry. Are you... ashamed of your nationality for some reason?

Maxis: Not ashamed. Not at all. But our nationality isn't what defines us.

Strauss: True. Very true.

Maxis: What do you want, Doctor Strauss?

Strauss: My reputation precedes me! I'm flattered. Humbled even.

Maxis: I'm not sure you've ever been humbled, Strauss. In fact, I'm not even sure you're that much different from Peck.

Strauss: My... such anger. You don't like him do you? I can't say that I'm surprised. I mean... He did treat you very... badly.

Maxis: I don't like repeating myself, but again I have to ask - What do you want?

Strauss: Requiem are very interested in the... gaps in your memory regarding the events at outpost 25. Particularly its destruction and the question of your role in it.

Maxis: I was angry and confused, but that doesn't mean I could somehow unleash all the forces of the Dark Aether upon Omega.

Strauss: Well, I was thinking your anger was perhaps directed more at Peck. I would understand the desire for revenge.

Maxis: You really think I had the power to do that, Strauss?

Strauss: I'm more concerned about the possibility of you doing it again.

Maxis: Don't worry. I'm not a danger to you - or anyone else.

Strauss: What about yourself?

Maxis: Don't you have other things to do, Strauss?

"Grey checks in on Maxis. They discuss the nature of time and emotional tolls."
— Description
Grey: Hi Sam. I'm Doctor Elizabeth Grey. I was wondering if you felt well enough for a bit of a chat?

Maxis: Sure, Liz. Why not?

Grey: I don't really like being called Liz - that was my Mum's name. I prefer Elizabeth, if that's okay? Wait. I just realized - do you prefer Samantha?

Maxis: Samantha. Sam. Maxis. Doesn't really matter to me. What do you want, Doctor Grey?

Grey: I just wanted to ask you some questions. Truth is - we're all a little bit surprised how well you're doing after your time in... well, you know.

Maxis: You don't really know how well I'm doing or how long I was there - do you?

Grey: That was one of the things I wanted to talk about. We do know that time moves differently there... slower or faster? Not sure - suppose it's all relative, really!

Maxis: I was there a long time. A very long time. So long I thought I'd never get out.

Grey: I'm sorry. I really am, but that's what's so unusual. Normally when people come back - they're more damaged. Physically and emotionally.

Maxis: What makes you think I'm not damaged?

Grey: The only thing we've actually been able to detect is the change to your eyes. I've never seen anything like it... they're almost 'iridescent'. Do things look different to you?

Maxis: I see things differently, if that's what you mean. Sometimes the light hurts my eyes. Especially if I'm tired.

Grey: Are you tired now?

Maxis: Would you mind... switching the lights off on your way out?

"Weaver talks to Maxis. Bad memories are revisited."
— Description
Maxis: Weaver.

Weaver: Hello, Sam.

Maxis: You look serious?

Weaver: My colleagues tell me you've not exactly been cooperative, or forthcoming. Instead you've been evasive... obtuse, even.

Maxis: Ain't that just like me?

Weaver: This isn't a joke, Sam. I'm worried about you. We all are.

Maxis: After what I've been through - do you honestly think I'm joking?!

Weaver: Sam.

Maxis: I thought I'd died and gone to Hell. I thought everything and everyone I knew was gone forever.

Weaver: You've been to Hell before though, Sam. We both have. I was never going to leave you there to die.

Maxis: Like you did the boy?

Weaver: That's not fair, Sam. That was a different situation. We both did what we could.

Maxis: But not enough. He's still dead, isn't he?

Weaver: I can see you're agitated, so I'm going to let you get some rest. I hope you feel better soon. I don't want to upset you.

Maxis: Why? Are you worried I'll destroy everything like you think I did at Outpost 25?! Weaver!

"Grey asks Maxis about her time in the Dark Aether and the outbreak at Outpost 25."
— Description
A door can be heard opening, as well as footsteps.

Maxis: Hello, Elizabeth.

Grey: How did you know it was me?

Maxis: I don't know what Strauss and Carver get up to in their personal lives, but as far as I know - you're the only one who wears heels.

Grey: How're you doing, Sam? Have any more memories... come back?

Maxis: About my time in the Dark Aether? Only what you already know. It's mostly a blur... scavenging supplies by day, fighting for my life by night... not that it matters. It's always dark over there.

Grey: I am sorry. I really, really am - have I said that before? If I didn't - I - I really meant to.

Maxis: If you're here to ask me if I was the one who made all this happen, the answer is no. I didn't make the outbreak zones.

Grey: Well, it... almost sounded like you had some control over the creatures at Outpost 25.

Maxis: I may have helped "open the door", but that doesn't mean I was in control.

Grey: How can you be sure if you don't really remember?

Maxis: I'm no stranger to memory loss. My childhood is almost a complete blank. But that doesn't mean I don't know who I am and what I've done.

Grey: You really don't remember anything prior to the orphanage? Who looked after you? Before? After?

Maxis: Be careful, Lizzie. You shouldn't expect anyone to look after you. Only you can do that.

Grey can be heard getting up from her seat.

Grey: I'm... gonna go now, if that's okay?

Maxis: Of course.

Grey walks away, closing the door on the way out.

Maxis: This is the only way.

"Weaver visits Maxis after she had an incident with a nurse."
— Quote
The door to Maxis' room is heard opening alongside footsteps.

Weaver: Hello, Sam.

Maxis: Hello, Weaver.

Weaver: I was hoping we could... talk about yesterday.

Maxis: What happened yesterday?

Weaver: You don't remember?

Maxis: It's hard to keep things straight in my mind... especially after the cocktail of drugs you're giving me. Every. Day.

Weaver: It's for your own good, Sam. We just wanna help. Your... outbursts are cause for concern. You must understand that. The nurse was only trying to do his job.

Maxis: Broken noses will heal. Besides, the medications don't help. They don't stop the dreams.

Weaver: What dreams?

Maxis: What do I dream of? I keep dreaming that I'm in the field - fighting for something. Over and over again.

Weaver: Sam, you understand that we... I... can't let that happen. Not yet.

Maxis: Do you think there's something wrong with me? Is there something wrong with me?

Weaver: Get some rest, Sam.

Weaver gets up.

Weaver: It's important that you feel better.

Weaver leaves, closing the door on the way out.

"Weaver introduces Maxis to her new companion."
— Description
Weaver: Sam?

Maxis sighs.

Maxis: Yes?

Weaver: There's someone I'd like you to meet. Someone I think might help you feel better.

Maxis: I'm in a white, sterile room, Weaver. I'm not sure who - or what - you think is going to make me feel better. I've already met Grey, Strauss, and Carver... who's next?

The door opens as a dog vocalizes. Maxis laughs as the dog approaches her.

Weaver: I thought you might appreciate making a new friend. Someone who won't ask you any more questions. Someone who doesn't want anything other than to make you happy.

The dog tips something over as Maxis laughs gleefully.'

Maxis: Seriously? He's not exactly... fluffy, is he?!

Weaver: She. She's a she. I get that the short hair and large build doesn't look too cuddly, but I thought her being here might be good for you. Some companionship while you... recover. Dogs can be very empathetic. They're empathetic. They pick up on your emotions. They feel what you feel.

Maxis: So you brought me... a rottweiler?

Weaver: Yes, I brought you a rottweiler. She's not dangerous. She would never hurt anyone.

Maxis: Why are you saying this?

Weaver: Because I trust you, Sam. And I need you to know that.

Maxis: You don't think I'm... dangerous?

Weaver: I want you to work out who you are - for yourself. But... maybe you should - start keeping a diary. Just to get down your thoughts.

Maxis: What makes you think I haven't been doing that already?

Weaver: Take care of yourself, Sam. And the dog. We'll talk soon.

"Maxis laments being kept in isolation, unable to contact the strike team."
— Description
Maxis: I wish I was there with you - in the Ural Mountains. Fighting back. Trying to make sure we don't lose ourselves completely. But no... I'm here. Not where I should be. Not where I WANT to be. You won't even hear me. They took my radio. I am isolated. Alone. No... not alone. I do have a friend. Someone who cares about me. But... I don't even know her name. You are doing the right thing. That's what matters. What you do matters. We will catch up. We have to believe that.

"Maxis shares some thoughts about Ravenov."
— Description
Maxis: Despite what Omega are, I know there are good Russians out there. None of us should be defined by our nationality, our race, our gender. Ravenov is someone we can trust. I think I know a way to get in contact with him. He can help us. He can help me. We can do this... together.


"Weaver updates the senior staff regarding the condition of Maxis following the events at Outpost 25."
— Description
June 17, 1984

MEMORANDUM FOR: Carver, M. Grey, E. Strauss, O.
FROM: Weaver, G.
SUBJECT: Agent Maxis
I know you all have your hands full right now sifting through the intel recovered from Operation Lost Property in Vietnam, but you have each inquired separately about the welfare and whereabouts of former BND agent Samantha Maxis so I want to share our initial assessment of her condition.

Immediately following her extraction form the Dark Aether, agent Maxis was evacuated by our strike team, placed under medical supervision and transported directly to Requiem headquarters. Preliminary physical and psychiatric evaluations were performed en route.

She was found to be in surprisingly good physical condition considering her ordeal in the other dimension. While we estimate she spent roughly 48 hours there, Agent Maxis claims she was missing for many months. Physiological and metabolic data support her claim, but further details are slow in coming due to post-traumatic stress issues and apparent gaps in her memory. We will continue to monitor for indications of brain damage.

I ordered her confined to the quarantine suite where she will remain until further notice. Though she was operating in an unsanctioned capacity, she is not to be considered a prisoner. However, we need to know what Maxis learned about the other side and I will secure her cooperation personally.

For the time being, only myself, the Director, and Requiem medical staff will have access to Maxis as we continue running tests on her. All data and findings will be shared with you as I deem appropriate. I will permit you to interview her when conditions allow. Until then, focus your efforts on the intel from Omega Outpost 25 and its implications for future ops.


"Maxis describes a dream she had while recovering in quarantine."
— Description
Sometimes I find it hard to sleep
Even though I look forward to it
When I dream
I see faces
Faces of people I care about
And faces of people that don't care for me
Sometimes it's hard to distinguish between the two
But one face stands out from all others
The face of a child
A boy
He is lost
I want to help him
But somehow I feel that he is
Dreams are unreliable witnesses
As too am I
Sometimes I find it hard to sleep

"A note from Grey regarding Maxis's arrival at Requiem Headquarters."
— Description
Raptor One brought the subject to Requiem HQ for processing and debriefing. She was clearly shaken by her ordeal in the Dark Aether, but otherwise in good spirits. I'm looking forward to speaking to her in person - even if I am a bit nervous and... intimidated? ♡ ☺

"Requiem report noting the positive effect of Maxis's new companion."
— Description
29 September 1984

Subject appears calmer in recent days. Certainly, the violent outbursts displayed towards medical staff have abated since the arrival of the canine companion.

For obvious reasons - related to the dog - walks around the grounds are now permitted twice daily. That said, it is imperative that the subject feels that she has some degree of freedom and autonomy, even if such benefits are occurring only under covert supervision.

Concern still remain regarding the subject's honesty relating her experiences within the Dark Aether. It remains unclear which memories are being repressed Vs. which are being withheld.

I have begun to strike up something of an informal friendship with the subject - one which I hope proves more fruitful than the more direct interviews with Requiem staff.

Dr. Elizabeth Grey
Lead - Unnatural Sciences

"Maxis's first "official" diary entry recalls a traumatic moment for her and Weaver."
— Description
(official) Diary Entry #1

I'm writing it down. Not because I don't know what happened, but so that others will.

My name is Maxis. Samantha Maxis.

I know you're reading this, Weaver, and I know you feel the same guilt I do about the boy.

I promised I would keep him safe, but we both failed him.

The last thing I expected was for you to move as quickly as you did.

The operation should never have happened. If I had known the steps you would take, I would not have told you the location.

The house was supposed to be safe.

We both feel guilty, but I will always blame myself... More than you.

"Maxis lashes out at Weaver for keeping her in isolation."
— Description
Diary Entry #2

I'm not disappointed. I'm just angry after everything I've done - you still don't trust me. I have been damned before and I wouldn't wish that upon anyone.

Do you even remember when we first me? Sometimes I do, but other times... It seems more like a dream.

All I know for sure it that it was a war zone - One that I feared I'd never be able to escape.

In some ways, I'm glad you didn't clear me for field ops (yes, I know it was you) because I don't ever want to go back...

Radio Transmissions

"Maxis reestablishes contact with the strike team. But trust is in short supply."
— Description
Maxis: Well, it's good to be part of a team. Right? If I'm honest, I've felt like a bit of a lab rat lately. I've been poked, prodded, questioned, even... interrogated? It's almost like they don't trust... me. I'm starting to understand how they feel. I'm not sure if I can trust them anymore - even Weaver.

"Maxis discusses her new status at Requiem, and shares thoughts about Ravenov."
— Description
Maxis: So - after an extended debriefing with Requiem Senior staff, they don't want to clear me for field ops. Carver. Strauss. Grey... Weaver. They needed a unanimous vote to authorize my return to active duty. Three out of four isn't bad. But it's not enough. Anyway - Ravenov. He helped you, right? He helped me. He has conviction - and the courage to stand up for his beliefs. He's doing what's right. He's a good man. I hope you've come to trust him like I have. I think he could be key to overturning Omega. Because there has to be a key to making all this stop.

"Maxis warns that as big as the Cold War is, there is a bigger war coming."
— Description
July 8, 1984[1]
Maxis: I don't know how much they really tell you about the Dark Aether, but... I've seen it. I've felt it. No matter how big this Cold War is between East and West - Requiem and Omega - there's an even bigger one threatening to boil over. We're interested in them - eager to know how we can exploit their world for our advantage... But believe me - they're just as interested in us. The door swings both ways.

"Maxis shares her feelings on Dr. Grey, and wonders how this war has changed them all."
— Description
Maxis: What do you think of Liz? Sorry - I mean Elizabeth... Grey. Doctor. I like her. Even though I don't think she's actually... a medical doctor? How are you feeling, by the way? Are you seeing any "signs"? I'm not the only one who's been exposed to the Dark Aether here. I'm the same person now as the one that you dealt with, but I think that I've changed. I try not to show it, but... you can probably see it in my eyes. I can see it in yours too. I hope we're okay.

"Maxis reveals her fears about the Dark Aether... and about herself."
— Description
Maxis: Sometimes, it's hard to remember how all this started. Do you feel the same? We're all soldiers. We're all fighting our wars - For our countries, for our brothers, for our sisters. When you're faced with a seemingly insurmountable threat, it's easy to forget how it all began, or to imagine how it all ends. The Dark Aether threatens to consume us all - that much I'm sure of - and that's why I fight. It holds a power over us, and I think I'm afraid that it could one day consume me. I've seen it, I've felt it, I've questioned my role. Did Weaver tell you that I was the one who caused the outbreak at Outpost 25? Even if he didn't say it out loud... I think he may be right.

"Maxis muses about standing up to Evil."
— Description
Maxis: No matter what happens, I hope all of you will find the strength in your hearts to do what is right. Whenever you are faced with a great darkness, you must do all you can to meet it with... light. This is something Ravenov knew.He knew he could not longer stand by as Omega's evil reigned. That - is true courage. I hope I can do the same.


"The video cassette tape Maxis smuggled to Weaver that triggered Requiem's investigation of Projekt Endstation."
— Description

"A memento from Maxis' days as an agent of the West German BND."
— Description

"A grim souvenir from Maxis' time spent trapped in the Dark Aether. Very well used."
— Description

"A useful accessory to keep from whiffing plaguehound gas."
— Description

"Worn while Maxis was trapped in the Dark Aether. A useful accessory for keeping aetherium particles out of the eyes."
— Description

"They say time has no meaning in the Dark Aether, but Maxis still kept track of it with this."
— Description

"Maxis's clever workaround to contact the strike team without Requiem listening in."
— Description

"Used by Ravenov to convey reconnaissance photos and blueprints from Operatsiya Inversiya."
— Description

Dark Aether

Audio Logs

"A lost Omega Group soldier discusses feeding the dragon head."
— Description
A dragon can be heard growling throughout the audio log.

Adrik Fedorov: Adrik Fedorov, efreitor, Omega Group.

Federov sighs.

Federov: Why do I still call myself that? Why do I even keep making these reports? I lost track how long I have been here. Surely it has been years. There used to be more people here. Lost, like me. But so many are gone now - food for the dragon. Yes. A dragon. That is also a rocket ship.

Federov laughs nervously.

Federov: I don't even try to make sense of these things any more. What I know for sure is the dragon must be bed. It demands sustenance. And then it delivers this.. this banquet of souls to the One. I... I don't even like to speak of... the One, but... his shadow falls over us all. And we must pay tribute. But first we... we sacrificed the weak. Strangers, friends, it did not matter, but - then, we who still remained began hunting each other. I... I have to go. It is hungry again. I have to go!

The dragon can be heard breathing fire.

"A lost Omega soldier describes an aethereal orb he encountered."
— Description
Giggling can be heard throughout the audio log.

Federov: Federov. Efereitor. Omega. Still here. Still recording. When I first arrived, many things frightened me. I would not admit this of course, hm-hm. I was Spetsnaz. We feared nothing. But, still... anyone who has to fight and kill a comrade... who died a week before... and then tells you they have no fear? Yerunda. But what disturbed me most in those early days was the ball of light that... sounds like children laughing. What was it? What was it made from? The souls of dead children? Did it... did it consume... children?! Did it use their laughter as a lure? None of the possibilities were good. Bozhe moi, it disturbed me. But, you know. I stopped seeing it after a while. I began to think I had just... dreamed it up. And then, just yesterday, there it was. Giggling. And I found... I was not scared anymore. I was just... sad. I will never again hear that sound for real. I will never have children of my own. I will never, ever know such innocence again. And now I have my answer. I know what the orb is made of. It is made of heartbreak. It is made of loss.

"A lost Omega Group soldier is turning into something shocking."
— Description
Federov coughs.

Federov: Federov... efreitor... this... may be my last recording. I have not felt like... myself in a very long time. I know the change is upon me. I have seen it in too many others... to not recognize it in myself. Began with... with mouth, tasting like... battery. Then my skin turned... bluish. And started to crack. At first, I... I shed flakes of skin... Then, I noticed the flakes... were made of crystals -

Federov coughs violently as an odd noise is heard.

Federov: I know what I am becoming. The One... has chosen me. He's making me... into one of his soldiers.

Federov begins panting heavily.

Federov: The crystals, they... they call to me, now. I try to stay away, but... the more I change, the more I... need them-

Federov coughs and lets out an inhuman screech while electricity is heard crackling..

"A voice of encouragement -- from a very dark place."
— Description
Unknown: Come. Closer. Do not be afraid, my child. It is only me. I have missed you. Oh, how I wish I could have been there more. Watching you sleep. Holding your hand. Teaching you all that I know, then unleashing you upon the world to do... great and terrible things.

Ulrich Vogel: But I taught you enough. And I was always there in spirit -- in your heart. I must be content with that. For you are no longer my child. You stand upon your own achievements now. Never forget me. And never forget how proud I am of you. My greatest work. My gift to the world.

Unknown: Now... tell me what you have done for me.


"After a period of silence, the Stranger resumes contact."
— Description
Hello again, my friend. I am pleased that you are still alive and still in this fight.

I know it has been too long since I last contacted you, but my years trapped in darkness taught me the value of caution. So, I have been observing you and your compatriots. Please understand, I had to be sure I could trust you.

What I have seen is your courage in the face of unspeakable horrors and your devotion to each other. And it has restored my faith in humanity and my resolve to defend our world.

I still have many questions, but they can wait for later.

"The Stranger discusses the Cold War."
— Description
One reason I was so wary is that I have observed how the world has changed since I was trapped here. You have come so far in so many ways. But still...

I look back on the great war against the Axis powers. I remember East and West uniting against a great evil. I always thought that with evil defeated we would all move forward together.

But as the years roll by, I have watched an icy hatred split the world in two. You could utterly destroy each other now. All it takes is one careless moment.

I fear nothing was learned from the war. I see a third world war in the making. I can stand by no longer. Help me save you from the darkness... and from yourselves.

"The Stranger expresses his willingness to share more secrets of the Dark Aether once trust is established."
— Description
My friend, I see that your people have harnessed the dark powers of this place and turned them against the darkness itself. Your superiors may even believe they all they need to end this conflict between worlds and then force your human enemies to their knees.

But you have only scratched the surface. I have learned things in my time here that you could scarcely believe. There is much more I can share with you.

But just as I would not place a rifle in a child's hands, I must be sure I am not handing a much more destructive force to those without the wisdom to use it.

May our bond grow deeper. May you truly prove worthy of my trust.

"The Stranger is working to establish voice communication."
— Description
Communicating with you like this has meant more to me than I can say. It saved me from despair. It gave me something I thought long lost: hope for the future.

But words on a screen are not enough. I hunger for the sound of your voice. I long to speak to someone who is free of this soul-crushing place.

So, I am working to make this system capable of producing sound. I may not be able to establish a 2-way connection, but at the very least I would have you hear my voice.

There is so much more to tell you. Your lives may depend on it.

"Newly stranded in the Dark Aether, Zykov begins keeping a journal."
— Description
Day 1: Sgt. Kazimir Zykov, 1st Guards Tank Army. I am separated from my unit and do not know if I can ever rejoin them. I will maintain this written record of what happens to me in case I do not survive.

Kazimir Zykov, 1st Guards Tank Army. I am separated from my unit and do not know if I can ever rejoin them. I will maintain this written record of what happens to me in case I do not survive.

After several attempts, I realized I could only close this breach from the other side. So, I completed the mission, cutting myself off from everything and everyone I have ever known.

This is a truly hostile place. Unless I find food and shelter, my prospects look bleak.

"Zykov describes the strange land he's trapped in, and the horrors that prowl it."
— Description
Day 3: This place is like a living nightmare. It almost seems thrown together from many different points in history. There are items here that appear ancient, alongside mechanisms that look like they came from... the future? It is madness.

Many horrors prowl this land. Some are like the creatures I fought at Endstation, but others are far worse. So far, I have managed to hide and conserve ammunition, but for how long?

I glimpsed another human soul today, but they ran when they saw me. I swear it was not just another walking corpse. Sadly, I could not find them again.

Fear is my only companion now.

"Zykov begins to lose hope as anger consumes him."
— Description
Day 7: It is finally beginning to sink in. I will never leave this place. No one is coming for me. I will live out whatever is left of my life in miserable, soul-crushing darkness.

What have I done? Why did I throw my life away like this? Because I was foolish enough to believe in our common cause? Or was I just a convenient pawn for the Soviet Union to sacrifice? That bastard, Colonel Lazarev! He knew I would accept this suicide mission. What choice did I have? He made it seem like an act of heroism, but I am no hero. Just a lamb to slaughter. For one brief moment I felt noble. Now I have lost nearly everything. All I have left... is rage.

"Zykov clings to the belief that his comrades will not abandon him."
— Description
Day 9: I have had time to calm down. To think this through. If I succum to my anger then all will truly be lost. For now I am still alive. That must count for something.

And even if Colonel Lazarev never thinks of me again, I did have friends in the 1st Guards Tank Army. My work kept them advancing, kep them fighting.

Surely some of my comrades will come for me. They will not abandon me. I have to believe this.

I must stay strong and have faith in my comrades.

"Zykov accepts his fate. He will never go home."
— Description
Day 11: My anger is gone. My hope? It is like the waning moon - still there, but slowly fading.

Instead, what I feel now is resignation. Acceptance. Defeat.

I am trapped. No one is coming. I will never go home. I will never see my wife and child again. I am... a lost soul.

It is like I died and missed my own funeral. Pain is the only reminder that I am still alive.

"Zykov shakes off his self-pity and resolves to survive."
— Description
Day 12: Enough. No more self-pity. That would only hasten my demise. While I may not have many options, the one thing I will not do is to make it easy for those creatures to claim me.

Regardless of Lazarev's intentions, I did what I did for the Soviet Union. And the more I learn about this place, the more certain I am that my sacrifice saved the Motherland.

What happens now is up to me. Kazimir Zykov is no discarded pawn. Maybe help will come, maybe not... but for now I will do what Russians do best -- survive.

Radio Transmissions

"Finally, the Stranger makes radio contact."
— Description
The Stranger: Hello? Are you receiving? Is anybody out there? Testing, testing. My readings indicate contact is established. I can only hope it is you on the other end. My comrade in arms. My friend. I hope my voice, heh, is not a disappointment. I... do not know what you imagined I might sound like, but, I... I am no one special. Just a man who wants to help. Yes. As you can tell from my accent, I am Russian. I did not tell you this at first because of the suspicion it would have provoked. Such is the age you grew up in. Such is this... Cold War. But, there was a time when my people and yours fought side by side. Against the greatest evil our world ever produced. Now... we face something even worse. Perhaps that can bring us all back together. Pizdetz! Signal is starting to fade. I will work on this problem and contact you later. Do not give up on me. I will not give up on you.

"The Stanger discusses new adversaries in the Outbreak Zones."
— Description
The Stranger: Hello, it is me again. Your friend on the other side. Are you enjoying the beautiful Ural Mountains? No? Believe me, I understand. It is hard to love a place that is always trying to kill you. By now, you have probably met some... new enemies, hm? The electric men that float in mid-air, the armored monsters that leap, and throw fire. I do my best to steer clear of them here, but avoiding conflict is not a luxury you can afford. I have... I have managed to kill a few of the floaters, but it is never easy. Cowards jump away when injured, and they can strike from afar. And the armored ones, on the other hand, they jump AT you, when provoked. They were once Soviet fighters who - who came here looking for crystals. And they payed with their lives. They are vicious, and hard to put down. Hit them with everything you have. Such beasts must not be allowed to walk the Earth.

"The Stranger finally reveals his identity to the strike team."
— Description
Kazimir Zykov: My friend. Though we have never met, you and I... heh. We have been through the fire, together. You won my respect - and my trust. So it is only right I tell you who... I am. My name is Kazimir Zykov. I am... I was... a sergeant in the Soviet 1st Guards Tank Army, long... long ago. We were in Poland, driving the Nazi scum back to Berlin. That is how I ended up where this all began. We found Projekt Endstation almost by accident. And... you know what waited in that place. When Moscow sent a Chekist to bury problem, it fell to me to do the digging. I will tell you the whole story one day, but what matters now is that - just like you, I accepted a mission no one must ever learn of. Knowing it would probably get me killed. And... like me, you shoulder your duty without complaining. So let us help each other complete this mission. We can survive this... together.

"Zykov recounts why he accepted the mission to shut down Projekt Endstation."
— Description
Zykov: Back in the Great Patriotic War, mine was among the Red Army units that crippled the Nazi war machine on the Eastern Front. Then we chased the bastards out of the Motherland and across Europe. I was a mechanic. I kept our tanks running. No easy task when we advanced, and getting new parts from Moscow was... almost impossible. So, I took parts from the Tigers and Panzers we destroyed, adapting them for our T-34s. I got very familiar with German machinery. This would prove to be my downfall. Colonel named "Lazarev", from what you now call KGB, was sent to contain the evil we uncovered at Endstation. He ordered me to go in there alone, because I had the best chance at understanding and shutting down that infernal machine. And then Lazarev ordered me sealed inside. I understood what was asked of me. I would never see my wife and daughter again. Still, I saluted. And I did my best. This was for my family. My country. For a better future. Even now, if asked again, I would still say "yes".

"Zykov discusses entering the Dark Aether, unable to escape."
— Description
Zykov: So. You are wondering how a tank mechanic from the war survived for decades - trapped in, ah... what do you call it? The Dark Aether. I often ask myself the same thing. The answers are many. Some, I have already given you in my journal. The fort I built, the weapons I found, the machines I restored, and of course, my dog, Cinder. But mostly, I was lucky. The rest is because I am Russian. It is in our nature to endure. But I never lost my desire to escape. To come home. To learn what became of my family. As you saw in my journal, I have been able to visit for brief periods - almost like a ghost. But always, I am pulled back here. I do not know why I am tethered to this place. I see your people cross back and forth freely. And I burn with envy. There must be a way for me to one day do the same. For now, I will share more of my journal with you. There are things in it you should know. For both our sakes.

"Trying to stay current, Zykov has watched the world change from afar."
— Description
Zykov: Oh, my friend, I am so happy to speak to you like this. For so long, I feared I would never again find a worthy ally. I also hope someday soon you can tell me about how the world has changed. I have caught glimpses now and then -- glass towers, cars everywhere, passenger planes filling the skies... I tried my best to stay current -- especially when I crafted this machine, this... "computer". We did not have those during the war. But there have also been many changes over here since I arrived -- and none of them good. This is why I had to contact you. To warn you. The threat at your doorstep is even greater than you know. We have much to do, you and I.

"Zykov describes how he made the devices he sends to help the strike team."
— Description
Zykov: Sometimes I watch you salvage scraps and take them to the crafting table. I see you transform useless garbage into weapons and... you remind me of me. I have watched you for some time now. I spent countless days preparing to communicate even before my first message at Endstation. That was a great moment -- the culmination of years of work. Gathering parts. Cobbling together the machines I sent to help inform you... to give you what you needed to survive. I supposed I should be thankful this place is filled with so many items from our world. It is a junk yard of the ages. Scraps from different places and eras litter the landscape. But even after all this time, I do not know how or why they got here. I only know they provided this old mechanic with just enough tools and materials to save my life... and possibly yours. But as you know by now, I was not the only one watching you, I was not the only one making plans.

"Zykov warns of an army gathering in the darkness."
— Description
Zykov: The people you answer to -- the ones giving you orders. Surely they are beginning to realize what you are up against. There is indeed an army gathering here in the darkness. They have waited even longer than I have to cross into our world. The invasion is at hand. It will happen soon, and in the worst place possible. For all your efforts to keep the Dark Aether secret, that may no longer be an option once this army mobilizes. You have seen their like before. The greatest evil the world has ever known, corrupted by this place into even greater darkness. Warn your people. Make ready. They are coming and you must stand fast against them.

"Zykov reveals what he wants."
— Description
Zykov: By now your commanding officers are aware of me, yes? They must also be asking why I am helping you. What is Zykov the Survivor hoping to gain from this? Americans. For them, everything is about gain. That much I know. I do not say this to be unkind. America was built on self-interest. It is the bedrock of human nature. My friend, what I hope for, first and foremost, is to save our world from the Dark Aether. If nothing else comes of this, my sacrifice will have been worth it. But I am not without self-interest. I am human, after all. And so I very much hope you will find a way to release me from this dismal prison. Help me escape. Bring me home.


"Empty can of Jugger-Nog - carelessly discarded by a previous Requiem Operator. Remember, kids: don't litter, always recycle!"
— Description

"The adorable toy whose clanging cymbals inspired the deadly explosive."
— Description

"The head of the test dummy mounted in the Arsenal device. "Ivan" is there to upgrade weapons and armor - an indispensable ally against ever-increasing odds."
— Description

"A stuffed rabbit toy of unknown origin."
— Description

"An opened can of Speed Cola. Most likely used by an operator whose hands were slow, and movement was sluggish - they lacked speed, which brought them anguish."
— Description

"A mystifying stone replica of the Dragon head. Appears to be hand-carved - and very old."
— Description

"A broken capsule leaking raw essence. Warning: aetherium exposure possible. Report any unusual symptoms to Unnatural Sciences."
— Description

"An opened can of Quick Revive. Used by an operator who was tired of being dragged down and pulled to the ground."
— Description

"A broken canister leaking raw essence. Warning: aetherium exposure likely. Please report to Requiem's Decontamination lab immediately."
— Description

"An unprocessed aetherium crystal chunk. Energy Research asks all chunks be delivered to the nearest Aetherium Harvester for refinement."
— Description

Intel Location

Below are location markers for intel in each Outbreak map region. Note the following:

  • Dark Aether documents, audio logs and radio transmissions can only be acquired via completions of Trial challenges (with a maximum limit of 3 per match).
  • Documents can be acquired as drops from killing Special/Elite enemies, or from completing the Golden Chest world event, with a limit of 1 per region.
  • Requiem, Omega and Maxis Radio Transmissions can only be acquired once per match for each faction (switching region does not count as a new match).
  • Several artifacts and documents are acquired via the main quest, and thus do not have markers included here.


  1. 1.0 1.1 Lost Signals DECLASSIFIED Logs
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