BY ORDER OF THE COUNCIL OF THE UNIFIED
This file has undergone Class-B Data Leakage and is available to all Level 1 and higher personnel with minimal data restrictions. Inoculation against imbedded and direct memetic kill agents are available to all willing personnel.
Leakage of this document to the public is prohibited and is punishable by termination. Order ███-███-███ is to be enacted in case of complete corruption of defense systems for Earth (Universe Ulp-Hal) which includes the leaking of information regarding SCP-001-Y to the general public, and the subsequent XX-Class ("End of Universal Life") Scenario.
Sanctuary. Courage. Preservation.
MEMETIC KILL AGENT DEPLOYED.
CONTINUED LIFE SIGNS DETECTED.
WELCOME, AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL.
Item #: SCP-001-Y
Object Class: Níðhöggr
Special Containment Procedures: If you find a God somehow, pray.
Description: SCP-001-Y, colloquially known as The Ship, is a multi-universal entity, currently theorized to be a dimensional craft originating from Universe Alpha-Ask. SCP-001-Y is approximately 61,106,79 km3 in size, roughly the size of a standard United States of America/United Republic of America. SCP-001-Y is in the rough shape of a pirate ship, specifically Fancy, the ship of Henry Every from 1694-1695. SCP-001-Y is equipped with an extremely large array of different devices, for the purpose of integrating items of interest for SCP-001-Y's needs.
SCP-001-Z is a humanoid entity, colloquially known as The Captain (or O5-1 to its followers), which is the head of operations for SCP-001-Y. It is currently theorized that SCP-001-Z built SCP-001-Y 90 years ago for the purposes of sustaining their version of the SCP Foundation. After their original universe was destroyed, they fled to another universe using SCP-001-Y, which was thought to be a normal plane at the time, and began attacking SCP Foundations from different universes.
A bounty is placed on SCP-001-Z's head, with the boon for neutralizing this entity being conditional immortality predicated on your loyalty to the Council.
Addendum: Through the special use of [REDACTED - CONTACT UNIFIED O5 COUNCIL FOR DIRECT INSTRUCTIONS], it is possible to sever a division of the multiverse, eradicating all forms of entry and exit. It has been noted that the eventual degrading of the separated multiverse over the course of 200 million years is more optimal than a PK-Class "Stripped-Defenses" scenario occurring at the hands of SCP-001-Y. The 1000 nearby universes have been advised to sever themselves from the multiverse if they so wish, to save themselves from The Ship. Ninety percent of them have done so.
Addendum:
[BEGIN LOG]
The sky is turning purple. All I can hear is a constant foghorn when I go outside. The Ship is here. The media is going insane, mass suicides happening around the globe, Russia got their chance and obliterated the United Republic. Just a swell day, ain't it?
I apologize, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Dean Cruz, of Universe Ulp-Hal, formerly Alpha-Toph. Yes, that's the same universe "The Ship" came from, and by extension, the man who created it. Allow me to explain.
I met Kolt, or as you know him, The Captain, when I was twelve, and he was thirteen. I remember he was the one quiet kid at the back of the class; Kolt didn't have friends, spent time doodling in his notebook, and meekly answered, barely correct, at the questions the teacher gave him. I watched him sometimes, but particularly rarely, as he was barely of any note; a regular, old student at a regular, old school.
It was around September- no, October when it happened. I noticed Kolt was hardly paying attention that day, or doodling, or even moving for that matter. I was about to sneak a note to him, asking 'what's up', when the teacher called on Kolt for an answer. Kolt didn't even acknowledge her, which made her extremely angry; As she was writing up detention for him, he suddenly screamed at her, tears flowing down his face, and ran out of the room. She was furious, but continued the lesson anyway.
As soon as class ended, I rushed to the bathroom stalls, where I heard a barely audible, crying Kolt weeping away. I knocked on the door. "Go away," he muttered. I persisted, asking him what was wrong, telling him to trust me. When he finally came out, his face was red, he cried into my shoulders for a good fifteen minutes. As it turns out, his mother died yesterday, leaving him to an abusive father and alcoholic uncle.
From then on, we were friends. I would join him in the corner at lunch and talk about things. Things like toys, games, what other regular kids would talk about. He became more attentive, got higher grades, and his dad became less abusive over time as he started to get more depressed over time. Kolt was a great person to hang around with as time went on, he became my best friend. I can tell you, from personal experience, that Kolt was a good, wholehearted person.
People change, though.
Even throughout High School and College, I couldn't see the change in him. Maybe there wasn't one at that point, I don't know. When we graduated with honors, both PhDs in Physics, we both received invitations to join the "SCP Foundation", an organization dedicated to the containment of anomalous phenomena. If we refused, we'd be brainwashed to forget. So, of course, we joined.
Their Foundation was relatively young at the time. Two sites and three O5 members. We were assistant junior researchers at first, but quickly we climbed the ranks, with Kolt climbing faster than myself. It was a little under four years before Kolt was Level 4, with Level 5 clearance with some SCPs. I was merely Level 3- Kolt was infinitely more ambitious than myself.
A few months later, an O5 died. Specifically O5-1, due to a stray memetic agent. Kolt was given permission to instantly take over the position, having charmed the other two council members. I didn't question it, at the time, because it seemed that Kolt was such a good guy, and he'd never do such a thing. He even gave me an instant promotion. But now I feel I know exactly what happened. It feels awfully coincidental that a specific O5 died a few days after Kolt complained about him.
It was about five decades later, once the Foundation had grown to eight O5s and over 32 sites (all named randomly, for some reason), that I finally met up with Kolt, O5-1, again. Protocol stated he couldn't make direct contact with lower-level site members, so he sent me letters periodically. I was surprised he broke protocol when he did, but it was for an "important reason," he claimed. I asked if the other O5s knew. He replied with a single word letter: No.
He detailed an operation for funding The Foundation. Despite surges of money coming from the government, we were still lacking major resources. He proposed a giant ship- The Ship- and that they'd use it to collect anomalies to sell to the 'White Market'- some massive, uber-rich MC&D-run store for anomalous objects. I thought the idea was odd, but I accepted.
Eventually, the incident with SCP-2700, the number we used on the entropy-reversing gun, occurred. We all got to Site-551 and hopped off into a new dimension. When we arrived, the Foundation merged with that reality's, and there were- Tada!- thirteen O5 Council members.
At this point, I was pretty concerned. O5-1 had shown considerable aggression in retrieving anomalies, and it was only getting worse when he started to attack people to get these anomalies. I don't know when he began to become so power hungry, but it was becoming his driving force in life, and that scared me. The tipping point was when he brought me to the control room, and told me about his plan to raid other Foundations for their- no, his benefit. I denied the offer, but he became more forceful. If I continued to deny the offer, he would have done something to me. I saw it. He wasn't the same person he was when he was a kid.
So, I fled. I jumped into dimensional anomaly and traveled a long, long way away, to my current home, Ulp-Hal.
Ninety years later, the devil's come to reap what he's sown. The Ship's larger than the United Republic, and is currently damning this whole world to the void. I doubt he's going to let me escape that easily; maybe I'll be tortured, maybe I'll just be destroyed in the most brutal way possible. I don't know, and I don't care.
They say power corrupts. They also say absolute power corrupts absolutely. But I say, omnipotence prompts omnicide.
Kolt, if you ever read this, fuck you. You wanted to protect the world, and now you're killing it. Yar har, you fucking hypocrite.
[END LOG]