Anakin's Sandbox 2: Electric Boogaloo

Item Number: SCP-001

Object Class: Ball Sack

Special Containment Procedures: The containment of SCP-001 is dependant on a specially constructed set of laws and regulations regarding warfare, available in its entirety here.

Description: The term SCP-001 refers to the anomalous country of Germany and all of its denizens. SCP-001 arrived in our base reality in 1871 following an unknown CK-Class event. Denizens of SCP-001 have been described as "industrious" and are historically prone to large scale land acquisition attempts.

Addendum-001-1: SCP-001 enlisted the aid of a Serbian secret society in the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand in an attempt to break containment. Containment broken on 28/7/1914

Addendum-001-2: SCP-001 was recontained on 11/11/1918. Containment procedures will be revised in 1929. Exact date remains unknown

Addendum-001-3: On 1/9/1937, SCP-0001 broke containment.

Addendum-001-4: Containment reestablished on 1/9/1945. Behavior during breach was noted as "horrific" and vastly irregular with established patterns. Containment Procedures set to be revised in 1949. Exact date remains unknown.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX-2 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell with its furnishings modified to be permanently affixed to the floor and walls.

SCP-XXXX-2 is not permitted contact with the following:

Any items used in the construction of modern military body armor, such as Kevlar or ceramic plates.
Any form of weapons, including items that could conceivably be used as improvised weapons such as the leg of desk or bed.

Testing performed on SCP-XXXX-2 must be supervised by the Project Lead and at least five members of MTF Upsilon-11.

Under no circumstances is SCP-XXXX-2 to be made aware of the inscription on SCP-XXXX-1.

A Foundation agent posing as a shepherd is required to remain within 1 kilometer of SCP-XXXX-1 at all times to prevent discovery.

Description: SCP-XXXX is the collective term for SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-XXXX-2

SCP-XXXX-1 is a statue located inside of a cave formation within a mountain in southern Greece. Although it displays no anomalous properties, it is marked as the origin site of SCP-XXXX-2 and has thus been temporarily sealed to prevent interference from any members of the public. The pillar previously showed a relief carving of a man wearing the traditional armor of Spartan Warriors in the Golden Age of Greece. (Approximately 500 - 300 B.C.E) On the opposite side of the pillar is an inscription of an ancient Greek tale previously unknown to the modern historical world.

SCP-XXXX-2 is the anomaly that emerged from the relief carving on SCP-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-2 is a male human that stands exactly 2 meters tall. Hair is curly and black, subject appears to be in their late twenties, eyes slate gray. The subject has been confirmed to be of Greek descent by genetic testing. However, blood samples also showed traces of an unknown DNA type that is only ninety-five percent similar to humans. SCP-XXXX-2 refers to itself as "Androcles" and the text found on SCP-XXXX-1 seemingly confirms this.

Testing has concluded that SCP-XXXX-2 is capable of feats of strength and endurance that far exceed the commonly accepted limits from base humans, as well as an advanced regenerative property that is not linked to its metabolic rate. Additionally, they possess advanced combat capabilities, outperforming highly trained MTF personnel in areas where SCP-XXXX-2 should have no experience, such as modern firearms and explosives. It was previously theorized that SCP-XXXX-2 was capable of learning skills from ingesting the blood of a person knowledgable in that skill, but this was dismissed after reviewing the discovery log.

SCP-XXXX-2 also exhibits a minor reality bending property: Any material that could reasonably constitute a weapon or a form of armor will undergo a series of near-instant transmutations upon contact with SCP-XXXX-2 into something that fits the formal definition of weaponry or armor. No material is gained or lost during this transformation. This process has proven incapable of generating complex weapons like firearms or integrating electronics into created armor.

SCP-XXXX-2 maintains that they have no control over this effect and it is completely involuntary. In all instances where this effect was triggered, accidentally or by Foundation interference, SCP-XXXX-2 has immediately attempted to remove the object from their person.

SCP-XXXX-2 has displayed an extreme reluctance to engage in any form of combat, touch weapons or armor, or harm another person in any way, often going to extremes to avoid conflict. They can only be persuaded to participate in tests involving firearms, mock combat simulations, or sparring through a reward system put in place by Dr. Fitz-Patrick. Due to this and SCP-XXXX-2's perfect history of compliance in all other areas, they have been given the benefits enshrined within the Hayward Protocol.

+ Mission Report 1/3/2002

- Close Mission Report

Exploration Video Log Transcript

Date: March 1st, 2002

Exploration Team: MTF Upsilon-11 ("Avalon's Wake")

Location: A Mountain Cave in the South of Greece

Objective: The termination of several known Chaos Insurgency Operatives and seizure of any anomalous items possessed by said operatives.

Team Lead: Captain Holly Shore

Team Members: Private Robert Jenkins, Private Second Class Ashley Crowley, Private Jake McCalloway, Corporal Seigfried "Ace" Zimmerman

[BEGIN LOG]

Camera opens across a mountainous vista. The wearer adjusts the camera fitting slightly. A small team of MTF operatives are gathered outside the mouth of a cave. The corpse of a Chaos Insurgency member is seen leaning against a crate.

Jenkins: Dipshit didn't even see us coming. I guess that's karma huh, Captain?

Shore: Don't jinx us, Private. Intel says there's at least ten hostiles ahead of us.

Crowley: What do you think they're even looking for out here? I thought they swept these mountains after that bit with the Church back in 98'.

Shore: That's above our paygrade. We're just here to clean it out so the eggheads can document whatever we find. [ Turns to face the camera ] Ace, you're on point for this. Ready to clear out some CI bastards?

Zimmerman: It's what gets me outta bed.

The camera abruptly turns and Zimmerman enters the cave. After a few seconds, the camera switches to low light imaging. The path is barely large enough for any of the operatives to pass through. After 5 minutes of traversal, the passage opens to a massive cave. The ledge that they arrived on rings a pit that descends three stories down. A natural slope leads around the edge of the pit, connecting the ledge to the floor. A waterfall flows in through the ceiling and large stalagmites dot the ledge. Zimmerman quickly makes his way to one, followed by Shore and Crowley. Jenkins and McCalloway are seen hiding behind one on the opposite side of the opening.

Jenkins: Holy shit did you see what's up ahead?

McCalloway: I guess the CIs were onto something.

Shore: Report. What did you see?

Jenkins: I.. don't know what to call it.

Zimmerman leans out from behind his cover. Below lies a stone pillar bearing a raised carving of a Greek Soldier wearing the traditional armor of a Spartan warrior. Surrounding it is a makeshift camp, with several fluorescent floodlights pointed at the pillar. Several Chaos Insurgents are seen milling about.

Shore: That's one hell of a… Monument? Wait, look at that. Something's happening. Hold tight, team.

Two Chaos Insurgency members are seen using pickaxes to unearth more of the pillar as music plays nearby on a speaker. One man stops abruptly and lets out a scream. The other man stops digging and walks up to him.

CI-2: Damn it, Jackson. How did you cut yourself again? Fucking hell, be more careful.

CI-1: I'm s-s-sorry Chris. I just got distracted. It's bleeding an awful lot.

CI-2: Then wipe it on something. [ Pause ] NOT THE PILLAR. Are you fucking insane? We don't even know what this does. Christ, you're useless. Stand by, team, Jackson just introduced this thing to human blood so be ready for anything.

McCalloway: There goes the element of surprise. Shit.

Crowley: Hey Captain. That music, are they listening to Don't Fear the Reaper?

Jenkins: What are your orders, Captain? We've got the high ground and they're just a bunch of civvies playing dress-up.

Shore: Stand by. They're afraid of that pillar and we don't want to rush into…

Captain Shore is cut short by a flash of light from the pillar. Yells of surprise can be heard from the insurgents below. A man wearing the same armor as the soldier depicted on the carving falls to the ground, landing on his greaves. He is quickly surrounded by twelve insurgents, who all point automatic weapons at him. The presumed leader moves closer to him.

CI-3: Stand the fuck up. If you make so much as a move towards me or any of my men, we'll fill you with holes.

Unknown Entity: [ Moves a hand covered with blood to his mouth, tastes it, and coughs for several seconds. ] You… speak… Greek?

CI-3: What? We're using English, rocks for brains. Now stand. The fuck. Up.

Unknown Entity: I… don't know where I am. W-who are you? Where's my family?

CI-3: Welcome to your new family. I promise if you're good for business, you'll always have a place here. Otherwise, you're getting shipped to MC&D. I'm sure some rich fuck would love a little Greek action figure. [ Pause ] Now I'm sure you need some motivation.

CI-3 fires a low caliber sidearm into the back of the Unknown Entity's exposed leg, to the cheers and laughs of the assembled insurgents. The Entity cries out in pain and collapses as CI-3 turns away.

CI-3: Pack him up, boys.

Unknown Entity: [ Pushes himself up and looks at CI-3.] Please just let me go. I don't want to fight you. Don't make me.

CI-3: [ Turning back. ] I changed my mind. Fuck him up, boys.

Three members of the Chaos Insurgency move into assault the entity.

Unknown Entity: I'm sorry, Arabel.

The Unknown Entity rolls into a combat stance and sweeps the leg of the closest combatant and drives his fist upward through their jaw, presumably shattering it. He then kicks out at the closest person and a crack is heard as his greaves make contact with their spine. Pulling knives from the belts of the two dispatched insurgents, he cuts the hamstrings of the last combatant.

CI-3: Jesus fuck! Open fire!

Five bullets harmlessly deflect off the Entity's armor as he throws the knives at the two insurgents on the far left and closes the distance between himself and the remainder of the squad, cutting himself out of the line of fire. The knives make contact pommel first and knock the mercenaries unconscious.

Zimmerman: What the fuck did they just let out?

The Unknown Entity begins to work his way through the line of soldiers. Grabbing one by the throat and the groin, he rushes the nearest soldier and slams both of them against the wall. The Kevlar vest on the first man slides off like a liquid and wraps around the chest of the Entity, intermingling with his bronze chest plate. Dodging a spray of gunfire, he lands five blows along the centerline of another soldier, crumpling him.

CI-3: Can you fucks not kill this bitch!

Rolling backward and propelling him with his hands, he lands a two footed kick to the solar plexus of a mercenery and launching him 2 meters vertically. Regaining his footing, the Entity grabs another mercenary by the collar of his vest and pulls him into an embrace. CI-3 levels her machine gun to fire and the Entity turns abruptly, taking 13 shots to his exposed back.

CI-1: S-s-s-she was gonna shoot me.

Grimacing, the Entity renders CI-1 unconscious with a headbutt. CI-2 charges the Entity with a pickaxe.

CI-2: [ Swinging. ] Just die already!

The pickaxe embeds itself in the Entity's side and staggers him. Looking up at CI-2, he punches him directly in the face. A sickening crunch is heard and CI-2 launches 1 meter backward. CI-3 steps back and levels her gun again. The Entity pulls the pickaxe from his side and stands up with some effort.

CI-3: What… are you?

The wound on the Entity's side has begun to close and the spray of blood has begun to slow.

Unknown Entity: Tired of… Fighting.

The Entity throws the pickaxe, which pierces CI-3's firearm and pins it to the wall of the cave and knocking her to the ground.

CI-3: [ Crawling backwards towards the pillar. ] Please. This is a misunderstanding. Do you want money? Power? I can give you both of those. I can give you anything you want. Please don't-

The Entity swiftly brings both his hands together and strikes her temples. The only sounds in the cavern are the moans of wounded personnel and the bullet-ridden speaker that continues to loop "Don't Fear the Reaper."

Zimmerman: Hey Captain. What's your call?

Jenkins: We can't take this thing. Look what it did to twelve guys. They didn't stand a chance.

Shore: Alright, I'm making the call. Weapons down. Leave them behind. We're gonna talk this out.

McCalloway: Fuck. That's insane.

Crowley: Do you got a better plan, Jake?

Shore: Shut up and move out. All of you.

MTF Upsilon-11 remove their weapons and make their way to the slope leading to the bottom of the pit. As soon as they reach the bottom, the Entity assumes a fighting stance after scooping a knife off the ground. Captain Shore motions for the team to remain behind her.

Shore: Hey hey hey there. [ Raises her hands to show she's unarmed. ] We're not here to hurt you. We're actually here to help. We're all unarmed.

Unknown Entity: Who are y-you? Where a-am I?

Shore: We're the Foundation. We keep people safe. [ Moving closer ] You're under a mountain in Greece. [ Pause ] Are… you crying?

The Entity is visibly shaking and tears are running down his face.

Unknown Entity: I-I told her I wouldn't. Do this. I-I-I-

Shore: Hey, it's okay. They hurt a lot of people. [ Turning over her shoulder. ] Crowley. Call for extraction for us and- what's your name?

Unknown Entity: Androcles.

Shore: Call for an extraction. Androcles, we're gonna take you someplace safe, okay? Then we'll get everything else sorted out. I promise.

[END LOG]

Mission Report: The Unknown Entity, later reclassified as SCP-XXXX was transported back to Site-20. Analysis of the cave and pillar are available in Research Log XX. Of the thirteen Chaos Insurgency targets at this location, one was terminated by MTF Upsilon-11 and 12 were incapacitated by SCP-XXXX. All surviving Insurgents were stabilized and transported to [DATA EXPUNGED].

SCP-XXXX-2 Test Logs - Various Dates:

Base Material	Contact Length	Output Item
A roll of US quarters	2.2 seconds	A single set of brass knuckles
10 square meters of leather	3.5 seconds	A set of Cuir boulli leather armor, French Manufacture
3 kilograms of steel	2.5 seconds	A German Broadsword, 15th century
50 kilograms of Kevlar	3.7 seconds	One EOD¹ suit, nonfunctional

+ Interview-01

- Interview-01

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-2

Interviewer: Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick

Foreword: Initial Interview with SCP-XXXX-2 after recovery.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Hello, my name is Doctor Eleanor Fitz-Patrick and I will be conducting this interview with SCP-XXXX-2. Today is March 28th, 2002 and it is currently [ Pause.] 11 am.

SCP-XXXX-2: Hello. [ Leans in close to the microphone on the desk. ] Do I uh, have to be this close for it to hear me? The people I came here with had theirs really close to their faces.

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Oh no. It'll pick up your voice just fine if you sit back and relax.

SCP-XXXX-2: Okay. I didn't want the spirit to work hard on my behalf.

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: The spirit?

SCP-XXXX-2: In the- at the microphone// thing?

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: There's no spirit in there, so you don't need to worry, SCP-XXXX-2.

SCP-XXXX-2: Who's that?

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: It's just the number we've assigned you, just to make sure all the paperwork ends up in the right place.

SCP-XXXX-2: [ Visibly Confused ] Okay!

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I've got a couple questions for you. Just some little things to get out of the way.

SCP-XXXX-2: I'll answer to the best of my abilities. So you know, I don't know much about where… or when I am.

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Well, that actually leads to my first question. How did you learn to speak English?

SCP-XXXX-2: English? We're speaking Greek.

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: That's actually pretty helpful. Thank you. Now. How did you end up within that statue?

SCP-XXXX-2: I don't know. I don't remember much before you guys showed up. Flashes of things, emotions, important things like oaths. But nothing- [ Grabs edges of the desk and squeezes. ] solid. Does that make sense?

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: It does. Memory is one of the fields I specialize in. While I've never had anyone like you, I don't think it's permanent. You spent a long time under that mountain, didn't you?

SCP-XXXX-2: I think. Everything is so… different now. I mean, how could I even learn about everything I've missed? Metal birds. Horseless chariots. [ Laughing. ] I bet I sound like everybody you dig out from under mountains, don't I?

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: If only they all had your sense of humor. [ Pauses. ] I saw the tape of your recovery. And after that, I'm having issues connecting this humor with the man I saw in the video.

SCP-XXXX-2: Oh… You saw that?

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I did. You showed incredible restraint. Taking fourteen shots across your body and a pickaxe to the abdomen and you incapacitated all of them with non-lethal attacks. Why? Why would you do that to men who only wanted to hurt you?

SCP-XXXX-2: [[ SCP-XXXX-2 is silent for several moments ] I-I'm better than them. Not as a person. I mean at fighting. If I killed them, it would be like an owl and a mouse. They didn't deserve to die. Even though they hurt me.

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: You could have done that right away. But you waited until after you'd gotten shot. Until they were going to beat you.

SCP-XXXX-2: I swore to somebody. [ Voice breaks ] That I'd leave violence behind me.

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Just somebody?

SCP-XXXX-2: My wife.

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: What was her name?

SCP-XXXX-2: [ Softly ] Arabel.

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: I'm sorry. Really, I am.

SCP-XXXX-2: Do you have any other questions?

Dr. Fitz-Patrick: Not right now, but I will talk with you again soon.

SCP-XXXX-2: [ Smiling weakly ] I look forward to it.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX-2 complied with all instructions prior to this point and was declared a candidate for the Hayward Protocol. As of March 29th, 2002, there is no update on the transcript on SCP-XXXX-1.

Archived Correspondence in Regards to SCP-XXXX-2:

From: Jack Hargraves <pcs.02S|sevarGJ#pcs.02S|sevarGJ>
To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE>
Subject: Combat Testing - SCP-XXXX-2
Message:

Dear Doctor Fitz-Patrick,

I recently came across the report from the Greece mission, mislabeled and sitting at the bottom of my inbox. If I didn't know any better, I would think you were hiding things from me again. We've argued at length about the ethics of using SCPs for defensive or offensive purposes, but at the end of the day, I'm still the Site Director. I've scheduled testing on SCP-XXXX-2's combat skills for April 15th and you are more than welcome to attend. However, if I find out you've attempted to deceive me in regards to any SCP contained at Site-20, consider your position terminated. This will be your only warning.

Regards,

Director Jack Hargraves

From: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE>
To: Jack Hargraves <pcs.02S|sevarGJ#pcs.02S|sevarGJ>
Subject: Re:Combat Testing - SCP-XXXX-2
Message:

Director,

While I may not have all the knowledge that a Site Director might, I can not begin to stress how bad of an idea I believe this is. Just because SCP-XXXX-2 was able to perform as they did in the footage, this does not mean we will be able to replicate it here or anywhere else. It is my professional opinion that exposing SCP-XXXX-2 to a simulated combat situation will be detrimental to their mental health.

I know you're set on it, but this mission you're on? It's like catching lightning in a bottle. Perhaps we should let old ghosts lie and old dreams die.

Sincerely,
Dr. E. Fitz-Patrick

+ Combat Testing Logs, 15/4/2002

From: Micheal from Translations <pcs.tod|ynaGhciM#pcs.tod|ynaGhciM>
To: Eleanor Fitz-Patrick <pcs.02S|ztiFalE#pcs.02S|ztiFalE>
Subject: That thing in Greece
Message:
I'm sorry this isn't more clear. I was only able to transcribe maybe a third of it and I'm not even sure it's written text. I could have sworn I saw sentences change when I looked away but my photographs don't lie. There are some parts I put together through context clues, but a lot of this is something older than Greek. Maybe anomalous itself so I'm forwarding this to the AnomaLinguistics Department at Site-37.

Gather around me [Children], I will tell you the story of sweet Androcles. Fierce as a pride of lions and as cunning as a pack of wolves, he lived for nothing but battle. He was beloved by his countrymen and feared by his enemies, so much so that Ares Himself strode down from Olympus to challenge him to single combat. For ten days they fought a terrible [Duel], their blades cutting earth into islands and the sparks turning mountains into forges for Hephaestus. Impressed, he granted Androcles a boon: So long as he fought, he would never know defeat or age and by mixing his [Ichor] with Androcles' blood, Ares declared him kin to the Gods themselves.

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