Design: JOYOUS OPERATIONS OF THE YEARNING (JOY)
Although the original foundation of research material and volumes for the JOY program were sourced from the BEO’s archives, we still do not know exactly when and where these acquisitioned material had came to our collection in the Black Chambers. Regardless, Even with the recent raid on the Black Chamber by the Cult of Abbadon Elements , the JOY Program is expected to be fully developed and even enhanced by the deviant elements we had extinguished and studied over the past few hectic days.
A subject undergoing the JOY Program Is implanted with material harvested from the Astral Realm. Then, they undergo cryogenic stasis to fully meld with their new parts. Then, once they are finished with the implantation process, they are subjected to a similar process to the SEEM program, with chemical augmentations given to them as time goes, similar to a SEEM Operative but again, with material directly siphoned out of the Astral.
The entire process is very, very simple. On paper.
The resulting personnel is noticeably joyful, imacble, and generally sociable. They are
profoundly empathetic. Too the point where the selection process prioritizes utter loyalty to the cause, while still being intelligent enough to act as a soldier. It is almost heartbreaking to make them learn how to kill for the state again, and is the task that has became the most difficult and time consuming off\ the operation.
When classical comparisons for the JOY Operators abilities had failed, our researchers hd turned to multiple sources, ranging from medieval alchemy to religious scripture, particularly from the Tibetan Bön. It is still not exactly clear where which boundaries begin, and which ones end, but the “soul” of a person is described to be made up of 4 elements, The Fire of Change, Loyalty, and a drive to action. The Earth of Will Power, Body, and Timing, The Air of Freedom, Choice and Breath, The Water of handling change, Family, and Etcetera.
Joy Operators can change a persons “Soul” from large distances through the Astral, and operators on the field trained to extinguish a person's fire. To make them unwilling to act, undetermined and wavering in the face of conflict. In essence, they lose the will to live. This is very, very effective on airplane pilots, soldiers, and other combat personnel, as in most cases, A soldier afflicted by having their fire extinguished will often wander aimless about the battlefield, gun lost, until they are either mowed down or taken back. Pilots and tank drivers are a different story, and will most likely perish upon the craft failing.
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BRIEFING -- TOP SECRET -- NECROSTATE SECRETS
DATE: 9/28/1963
THE CULT OF ABBADDON
The Cult of Abbadon is a paramilitary organization that is most likely equipped by local, foreign, or otherwise otherworldly support. They have been uncovered after the severe loss of life and materiel after they had commenced a lightning raid on the Black Facilities, which had been repelled, albeit after several critical resources had been stolen right from us, including the first SEEM operative.
They have precluded a use of specially trained soldiers that are universally trained in the Astral beyond our own, with tactics, abilities and weapons that use the astral in ways we are unable. They did not recover all their own corpses, or their wounded, so we had managed to interrogate some information on their presence which, combined with footage and electronic recording, has resulted in a cohesive report on what we know; Who they are, what they are, and what their ultimate goal is.
They are a doomsday cult, hell-bent on bringing back Abbadon, a dead god, to life, to existence, Into the Astral. He suffers. His corpse, Abbadons corpse is a blight on the Astral, and we all feel it, for it is causing the end of the world.
And the Cult of Abbadon wishes to hasten the end.
One of the objects recovered by BEO Agents during the past few months was a blade, eight inches long, made out of a unknown material resembling rock and pallid blood color. It was one of the objects stolen, and had been the primary objective of their raid on the Black Chambers. We believe this blade was critical to their objective, as it is the literal part of the dead god, a manifestation of its power, broken as the god was, before it had died. This blade was stolen by Enemy operatives, and its current whereabouts are unknown.
Those interrogated repeatedly state that we are doomed, us, not Aratam us, but Humanity us. The World, mankind, everything will burn in a cloud of lung destroying ash and fire.. They loudly proclaim that we are, “finished”. Interrogations has neatly used their superiority in gaining the information we had needed, before they had been disposed of, as it is clear they have an Astral Presence with the ability to use it, had it not been suppressed by a regiment of chemicals.
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Bilbo “Rumba" Bebpko stood tall, rifle in hand in his Dress uniform. To his sides were his brothers in arms, each with a rifle in their hands on this somber day. The funeral pyres of a thousand dead men had only just begun.
“Rifles up!”Like a machine, he raised his rifle, and pointed in the air.
“Fire!”And so, the seven gun salute was had. Memories swilled within his mind.
“I CAN FEEL THEM IN MY HEAD!”
“I’M ON FIRE, I’M ON FIRRREE!”
“My leeeeeegs, my leeegggss…”
“Fire!”His mother turned to him, “It’s okay…” shuddering, even as the bullet wound bled down her side, oozing blue, translucent ichor. “Come closer… so I can forgive you…”
“Fire!”“YOU’RE THE WORST SON, SHOULD’VE THROWN YOU AGAINST THE WALL AND--GAAAHHH!”
“Fire!”Blood dripped from his ears, his brow and his nose, some of it flowing to make the iron taste in his mouth--
The ceiling was raining blood.“Fire!”His ears was ringing.
“Fire!”The last man left standing had eyes that were so sad and angry.
“Fire!”He never wanted to have eyes like that.
“Dismissed!”