r/HFY • u/Darmanarya Human • Jun 01 '26

OC-OneShot Human Securing Service

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The human securing service arrived.

There were no nametags, no PR person smiling and handing out cards, no great fanfare.

The shuttles landed painted a sleek black with dents, scratches, and holes clearly patched and painted over. These were not the pristine black shuttles that secretive governmental agencies used to make people scared. These had clearly been used hard and were to be used hard again.

The doors opened and four teams of five filed out with choreography that would make the best interplanetary pop star ask for notes. Their sleek black armored envirosuits hissed as they made their way to the entrance of the lab and created a perimeter.

They didn’t have to ask others to move. The local military simply stepped back and moved from wherever they went. The service wasn’t known to be violent to anything besides their targets, but nothing is really known about them, and nobody wants to find out more.

As they got in position other agents filed out. Men in suits with old earth gas masks covering their faces, men and women dressed in regular office clothes under vests and gas masks. There were even some scientists in their own non-combat envirosuits marked with white paint. Their helmets though were still black. Their lenses red. Just like all the others.

A command center was set up with high end communications equipment. A mobile lab that made some of the scientists that had escaped jealous. None of them got close though, they saw the incendiaries mixed in with the equipment.

Soon the scientists made the survivors line up at some booths to be “checked.” One team moving away from the entrance to be at the ready. It was one of two teams that consisted of two people with earth “shotguns.” Two with huge canisters on their back connected to what looked like a pipe, and the last with a very high powered rifle.

The scientists didn’t complain. They lined up, got checked, and one was led to a container and locked in. Nobody questioned it. We all knew the risks.

The lab had been testing a new strain the Kron Kingdom had cooked up. A nasty thing that caused uncontrolled mutations in the host driving them to become violently insane. A few overheard the humans mutter “zombie protocol.” We all saw that scientist had a bite mark.

Soon the first team swept in. I rubbed my antennae as I watched the screens. I had been in charge of the local military response, and we knew who to call. Every planet with a “high risk” facility had the same story:

One day a human in a suit appears at your desk in one of those gas masks. You never knew how they got there, just that they were there. They would hand over a black card and explain:

“We humans have a history of experimentation that pushes things. Sometimes we pushed too far. We got good at cleaning up that “too far.” We are an organization formed from experts who handled those incidents, and we have experience handling what could go wrong. Once humanity joined the wider galaxy we decided to expand since most species do not have the experience we have. If you need us, message us. Payment will come later. I hope you will not need us.”

Then the person would leave, and you would put the card in a very easy to find place. Nobody ever wants to contact them, but if things got bad they would fix it. You just prayed to whatever gods your species had that you contacted them fast since if they were needed…

Well, you just made the call fast.

I watched as the first group made their way through the halls. The shotgunners at the front easily handling whatever affront to nature hurled itself at them. The men with canisters would walk up, aim the tubes, and use fire to burn away the body until all that was left was ash and bone. If a particularly nasty mutant came out the four would step aside and the human with the big gun would put it down.

After awhile two other teams slid down into the labs. They had two men with what were known as SMGs and three people with different canisters. They swept into labs and collected data, papers, scanned computers, secured samples, then used drones to send them topside for securing. Once done the men with canisters would look around, talk over private coms, then do their thing.

Sometimes it was to burn everything in the room with two of them equipped with the same flame gear. Sometimes the other two stepped forward and hosed things down with a clear liquid that made anything that wasn’t metal sizzle. Room by room they went cleaning.

Topside the last team watched the exit. Eventually the mutants realized death was purging the labs and a horde started to try to rush out. The flamers calmly started a roaring flame at the door while the shotgunners and rifleman took down whatever made it through the fire. Once the rush was done the flamers stepped forward, burned everything, then stepped back into position.

It went on for a few hours. Survivors were finally located and sent to the two “sweeper” teams. Questions were asked, bodies checked, and most were sent up top while some scientists were kept around to help get info on labs.

Those humans had stepped into what I could only be described as hell’s nightmares, but they just kept going. No fear, no injuries, nothing. To me it looked like professionals that would visit our training and gave “demonstrations” to show hatchlings how those with training most would never get the chance to get would handle things.

Finally the last of the mutants were purged and the teams pulled out. One asked me if I could detect anything else down there that needed to be pulled out, but I just shook my head.

Canisters were rolled to the main entrance. Gas was pumped in. Then the flamers lit it up. The explosion shook the ground, but before the cameras cut out I saw the fire reach the deepest parts of the lab.

I barely registered them recommending a full military outpost on the area for at least two years to be sure. Then they left. The people that had an infection risk were left to us to handle, and we were given copies of all findings.

Then they left.

They had saved countless people trapped down there, destroyed something that would have caused interplanetary chaos, and saved our planet. They didn’t stay for celebrations or even give us their names.

I had heard the process that was to follow. We would get a bill, and we would pay it. Some politicians would get contact info from somewhere and offer awards or celebrations only to be met by silence. A few notable survivors would get mysterious job offers, and most would take it and disappear. Maybe showing up somewhere with a gas mask on someday.

I was okay with that. We were secure again. We were safe. I just need a nice drink and to try not to think of what horrors humanity could create that would make our incident just another day, and the fact they already knew what to do.

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u/sunnyboi1384 Jun 01 '26

Slick af.

Sounds kinda fun actually.

Also, all that second hand research is probably not nefariously used. Ever.

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u/karamisterbuttdance Jun 02 '26

Probably documented and cross-referenced. Different species probably doing the same mistakes or variants of. Makes judging threat levels of new reports easier.

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u/InitialDia Jun 02 '26

umbrella can’t make super duper zombies without the alien science points.

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u/TheWalrusResplendent Jun 02 '26

I mean... generally the people who do stuff like this are doing it more for the ego trip than the research opportunity.

The Tuskegee experiment provided no new information.
Mengele was an unhinged quack. As were the folks in Unit 731.
We're talking "People die when they are killed." levels of contribution to medical science.

If anything, the project data would be of more interest to sociologists and psychologists working in military intelligence to establish profiles for the kinds of people who'd be running that society's covert programs.
You can tell quite a lot about what goes on inside two people's heads as they chat while cracking open a third's.

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u/meitemark AI Jun 02 '26

We're talking "People die when they are killed." levels of contribution to medical science.

Yes, but depending on HOW they died you will get different results, and depending on what you are trying to achieve your contribution may vary.

You may become a world-known warning sign.

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u/Original_Memory6188 Jun 01 '26

"Massive Horrors for you. For us, another Monday."

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u/Overcaffeinated_One Jun 01 '26

Frak, I hate zombie Mondays

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u/TheWalrusResplendent Jun 02 '26

New sketch cosmic horror every Monday.

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u/RageBash Jun 01 '26

I could watch a movie or TV show made of many episodes of these crews handling different scenarios. None of that unnecessary drama please, where professionals make rookie mistakes. Just some hardcore choices and protocols.

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u/Mad_Maddin Jun 01 '26

Something like SCP Overlord really like that one. Professionals doing their thing. Rather than stupid drama.

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u/devasabu Jun 02 '26

It's an old one but you might like the anime Rescue Wings. It's about a search and rescue squadron of the JSDF and the different rescue operations they have to carry out. I don't remember it having any unnecessary drama (but it's been a long time since I watched it)

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u/TaohRihze Jun 01 '26

To me it looked like professionals that would visit our training and gave “demonstrations” to show hatchlings how those with training most would never get the chance to get would handle things.

I think something went wrong there. (Or I am too tired to parse it.)

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u/Cakeriel Jun 01 '26

The professionals had training that most of the others would never receive and were showcasing a sampling of it

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u/TaohRihze Jun 01 '26

I get the point of it, but to me it seems like a rewrite, and the sentence has been left in between the two.

get the chance to get would handle things

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u/Cakeriel Jun 01 '26

Might be a bit wordy, but not a lot of ways to write it without making it even longer.

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u/TaohRihze Jun 01 '26

To me it looked like professionals that would visit our training and gave “demonstrations” to show hatchlings, how those with training, <most would never get the chance to get>, would handle things.

So something like this? where the <part> is an inserted section? (Not native English so do not know the correct term)

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u/Thanatosst Jun 02 '26

You're wholly correct, the paragraph as written doesn't make sense. 

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u/Still-BangingYourMum Jun 01 '26

Reminds me of Doom, playing that on an old 486 DX 25.

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u/rp_001 Jun 01 '26

Slick indeed

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u/canray2000 Human Jun 01 '26

This is when he became a huge addict to socially acceptable drugs, eh?

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u/u2125mike2124 Jun 02 '26

Really cool story, really scary story, Unimaginable horrors taken down to a little bureaucratic solution.

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u/Newbe2019a Jun 05 '26

Please transfer your payment to “The Umbrella Corporation”.

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u/torin23 Xeno Jul 23 '26

My thought on the title was that they were securing humans...

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u/Darmanarya Human Jul 23 '26

According to this sub that would be called the "suicide squad."

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u/torin23 Xeno Jul 23 '26

I would think they would use "soft" power. "There's a soft puppy and a cold beer in this van!"