Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard Safe class item storage with one (1) armed guard of a Level 1 clearance guarding the entrance to containment chamber at all times. Under no circumstances outside of imminent emergency is Foundation personnel with military background to be permitted to hold SCP-XXXX outside of approved testing. Any hostile instances SCP-XXXX-1 or SCP-XXXX-2 are to be terminated upon contact. Docile instances of SCP-XXXX-1 or SCP-XXXX-2 are to be contained within standard anomalous humanoid containment with standard procedures. No personnel with military background are to be assigned to the containment of SCP-XXXX-1. If SCP-XXXX-1 instances are discovered to be attempting a containment breach, they are to be terminated. See Addendum XXXX-C.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a Roman Legion standard from the [REDACTED] Legion. Under close inspection, the standard seems to be a regular standard. It's anomalous effects manifest when held by a person with a military background or one currently serving in a military and a rank that would give control to more than 100 soldiers.
After picking up the standard, the veteran will begin to refer to themselves as "Legate ██████████". The veteran will henceforth be referred to as SCP-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-1 will then attempt to recruit as many "soldiers" into their "army" as possible. SCP-XXXX-1 accomplishes this by attempting to converse with any nearby humans with military background. Those persons conversed with then also claim the same identity as SCP-XXXX-1. These persons will now be henceforth be referred to as SCP-XXXX-2. SCP-XXXX-2 instances will then proceed to follow SCP-XXXX-1's orders, regardless of the type, length, or difficulty of the task.
SCP-XXXX-1 will then start sending instances of SCP-XXXX-2 to "scout" the nearby area, and begin making a plan to "conquer for the emperor." This culminates in attacks by SCP-XXXX-2 on any areas they consider to be advantageous for the plan. These attacks include, but are not limited to:
1. Firing upon all humans within the area of interest.
2. Siege upon the area of interest by cutting off food, water, and other necessities for living.
3. Destruction of property with explosives and other equipment within the area of interest.
After the attacks upon the area of interest, instances of SCP-XXXX-2 will begin to protect it using simple military tactics. Then they will begin to build what has been observed to be a town, and although this town has never been completed, it has been observed to be of similar structure to many towns in Europe built during the rule of the Roman Empire.
Upon the death of the current instance of SCP-XXXX-1, all SCP-XXXX-2 instances will expire simultaneously, the cause of which seems to be sudden cardiac arrest.
Addendum XXXX-A: History of Recovery
Discovery of SCP-XXXX occurred when reports of an armed militia going by the name of the "57th Legion" was being reported on in the town of ██████, Italy, where many previously docile people began causing havoc. This started an investigation from Agent
█████, and when they stopped responding to messages from Site-118, a full investigation was launched, along with media suppression concerning the incidents. It was then when SCP-XXXX-1's anomalous effects were discovered. Following this, SCP-XXXX-1 and instances of SCP-XXXX-2 were terminated. It was then that Agent █████ was discovered to be among the expired SCP-XXXX-2 instances.
Addendum XXXX-B: Interview with SCP-XXXX-1 instance.
Foreward: Since the beginning of containment, SCP-XXXX-1 instances had been attempting to breach containment immediately upon activation. Beginning on ██/██/19██, however, SCP-XXXX-1 instances began residing in containment without hostilities
Interviewer: Dr. Morrison
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-1
<Begin Log>
Dr. Morrison: "State your name for the record."
SCP-XXXX-1: "I am ██████████ ████████████, Legate of the 54th Legion. Or as you stuffy senis like to call me, SCP-XXXX-1."
Dr. Morrison: "Senis…? Er, whatever. What is the reason you were attempting to breach containment during the past couple years?"
SCP-XXXX-1: "Well, to reclaim the lands lost during the rule of Emperor Hadrian.
Dr. Morrison: "Emperor Hadrian? Of the Roman Empire?"
SCP-XXXX-1: "Yes. After all, our empire covers nearly the entire world, after all."
Dr. Morrison: "I see. Well, thank you for your cooperation."
Addendum XXXX-C: Incident Report XXXX-912602
On ██/██/20██, reports of various anomalies started appearing in local news outlets in ██████, Italy. In addition, attempts to contact Site-118 returned no success. It was discovered there was a massive containment breach at Site-118. Mobile Task Force Theta-9 ('The Centurions') was sent in to handle the breach. Upon recontainment of all anomalous items and the termination of SCP-████, an instance of SCP-XXXX-1 was discovered and terminated. It appeared SCP-XXXX-1 had taken control of the site and let loose the anomalies into the public. Class-C Amnestics were used on the local population and media outlets suppressed to stop the spread of information about the containment breach.
Addendum XXXX-D: Etchings Discovered on SCP-XXXX
"vita est brevis
sed terra est eterna
ob Commodum"
"Welcome to The Parasider, your one and only place for information on magic, the anomalous, and the paranormal! I'm your host, Henry Chance, and today we have a very special guest. As we all know, after the SCP Foundation was revealed to the world at large, the various humans and humanoids within their containment were exposed to the world. And now, we have one of the men who dictated a large part of how these men, women, and various other creatures of unidentifiable sex and gender were treated. He may be retired now, but his legacy still lives on in the procedures of the current Foundation. Will you please welcome, Simon Glass!"
Halfway through the big preamble, Glass sighed. He would never get used to all the flashy lights, expensive suits, and constant attention from journalists and activists alike. He almost wished for a return to the old days. The days of interviewing Jack Bright to ensure his sanity, the days of dealing with the unstable and exciting psyches of Kondraki and Clef.
He then heard a voice in his head. 'You have a job to do.' Glass shook his head. He did have a job to do. Glass took a deep breath, let it out, adjusted his glasses, then walked on to the set with the faux confidence several years of journalistic scrutiny would create.
When the studio began clapping, Glass stepped onto the set from stage left, waving to the crowd with a neutral face. The bright lights always hurt for a few seconds, but it fades. The host was dressed in a dark blue suit, a white shirt, and a tacky black and brown checkered tie. His was face in what seemed to be a permanent smile, with the slicked jet black hair finishing the look. When Glass approached, he gestured towards to the chair. Glass sat down in the chair.
"So, Dr. Glass, how are you doing today?" The host flashed a big smile with perfectly white teeth. It was uncomfortable.
Anxiety began building, but it was nothing new. He just needed to push it down. "I'm doing fine today," Glass said. "How are you doing today, Henry?"
"I'm doing quite well!" His grin somehow grew. "Now, just so our lovely audience knows as much as I do, what did you do during your time with the Foundation?"
"I was the Head of Psychology for the Foundation. I interviewed and examined both personnel and SCPs."
"Big name there. Must have been in the good graces of the upper brass, huh?"
Glass wanted to groan. So many misconceptions on just how far secrets went. But no, go forward with a smile. Or at least not a frown. "I never really knew the O5s," he replied. "I just did my job, and helped those I thought needed it most."
"That sounds weird." The host tilted his head thoughtfully and leaned back into the chair. "How do you get promoted without ever meeting your boss?"
Glass gave a small smile. "Well, I imagine most people haven't met the CEO in their company. Though, I guess they would at least know the names of the people highest in the chain."
The host laughed. It sounded like a trumpeter without any air. "That's fair! How did anything get done without people knowing the identities of your leaders? That just seems impossible."
"Layers upon layers of bureaucracy. I doubt even those in consideration for the position of O5 would even know who they would replace."
"Truly fascinating! Although, I do believe we were not here to talk about the chain of command in the Foundation."
"That is true. I do wish to answer those questions, in order to help explain the our reasoning for our actions."
"Good, good! I'm glad we're on the same page." The host the smile fade. "Now then, I am sure our wonderful viewers are looking to see just what was happening before Pyongyang."
It still sounded wrong to Glass. He was still used to calling them 'incidents number 8613-b', or something like that. Not actual names, like 'Hiroshima'. Though, he supposed the effect of it was similar, if only relegated to only the immediate area.
"Of course. Ask away."
The host cleared his throat. "So, how were SCPs treated under your care?"
"SCPs under my jurisdiction were treated as fairly as possible. I attempted to make the humanoids feel like people, while still acting under Foundation tenets. It was my job to ensure these entities were not looking to escape into the world and break the veil. At least, until it was broken by something completely out of our control."
The host nodded. "That makes sense." Then, he picked up a piece of paper on the table. "However, there is something many are bringing attention to currently in the Foundation, among other things. There is a girl still in Foundation containment under the number 191. According to the documentation we have, she was under your jurisdiction. But her containment has not been very humane, consisting of only a futon, loose clothing, and a power outlet. When you claim to have striven to be humane in the containment of your anomalies, why is it she is treated so poorly?"
Glass fought off another sigh. More misinformation. "Well, that's due to how she has been modified by her original captor. Her body has had multiple crippling alterations. Her organs were removed for the captor's 'higher purpose', whatever that meant." He paused. The anger he felt at the crazed Broken Church member still seethed to this day. "This is why her containment was the way it was, to accommodate her needs. The futon is the best thing to sleep on for her, and the loose clothing is some of the only material that does not greatly aggravate her skin."
The host nodded again. Cold indifference? Not something he expected from this, but certainly something he was accustomed to. "I see… You have also overseen several people doing tests on this girl. What were these tests, and what were their purpose?"
The tests? Why would he bring them up? "The tests on 191 were very brief. It only consisted of seeing her capabilities when operating other mechanical systems, as the notes from her… creator noted how she should be able to interact with almost any technological interface. The ones I remember clearly were those with the Wii console, and the cameras."
"Could you describe those tests?"
"Of course." What would the point be? This was just another interview about how horrible the Foundation was to its subjects, right? "The test with the Wii console was interesting, but not because she could act as the Wii remote with her body. It was that when placing the game disc in the console, she accidentally broke it. While the researcher went to grab another disc, 191 was able to recreate the game by copying its code from the disc and insert it into the console through means we still do not understand."
"Did this not interrupt the test, by doing something you did not order?"
"No, the researcher thought it was interesting. Her reasoning for doing it though was… sad."
The host lifted his eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"She said that she did not want us to waste another disc, even though we did not ask her to do it. She seemed frightened, as if she was expecting retaliation. To that point though, we had done nothing but tell her she was doing great in testing and containment."
The host nodded. What was it with this host? "That sounds tragic. That horrible person who did this to her certainly left their mark, huh?"
Glass nodded. "Yes. Knowing what she went through and her current actions, she seems to have been horribly abused by the madman who captured her."
The host nodded again. This time Glass saw something poke out from behind the tie. It was a pendant with white crystals around it and a big red gem in the middle. Was this…? Oh, this made a whole lot more sense now. "Why hasn't she been returned to her family, then?"
Glass sighed loudly, making it very clear that he felt bad about the information he was about the share. "Last I heard, she has asked to remain in containment. She does not seem to want to return to her family, and has shown no desire to do anything, even while in containment."
The 'host' smiled this time. "Well, I hope she is still being treated well. Speaking of well being, what are you doing these days?"
Glass smiled. "These days, I help reality benders with coming to terms with their anomalous powers."
The 'host' smiled brightly and stood up and held out his hand. "That's wonderful! I don't think we have much time left for you, but it was a great pleasure to talk with you."
Glass took the hand and shook it. "Thank you very much, Henry. I do hope all of you out there have a good one."
He laughed. "I will do my best, and I would hope all of the wonderful viewers do so as well. Everyone, Dr. Simon Glass!"
The applause from the audience was certainly loud, but diminished compared to what he was used to. Hearing how the Foundation didn't indiscriminately suppress the anomalies in their custody was certainly a bit of a surprise to a lot of people.
About two hours later, 'Henry Chance' asked to talk to Glass in private. Glass went to the break room that he wanted to meet in.
Glass sighed as soon as he saw that Dr. Bright had his feet on the table. "You never change, huh?"
Bright shrugged. "I thought you would appreciate it, especially if you didn't somehow notice."
"You really think I could not notice a completely different type of interview?" Glass asked. "You underestimate how hard it is to even stay in the Foundation without noticing these things."
Bright shrugged again. "It's been a literal lifetime since I had to deal with that stuff."
Glass frowned. "Why did the Foundation send you to do this of all things? They didn't just want me to do a checkup on you again, right?"
Bright laughed. "Nope, not at all. Big dudes want to boost your little mission a bit."
"Ah, I see." After the Veil broke, Glass made a decision. He would retire from the Foundation and help the now fully aware reality benders come to terms with their powers and keep them from developing issues that could turn them into contained SCPs. Then, he also made up his mind that he would tell people why the Foundation did what they did. "So they're finally starting to care about their image. Took them long enough."
"The past year has been… chaotic." Bright's expression darkened. "The MCF has started to request harmless humanoids to be returned to regular life, and that's been a huge headache for everyone."
Glass smiled. "I'm sure Iris is quite happy about that."
"She certainly is. Finally got to see her family after five years."
"Well, I think things like that are certainly worth the effort."
Bright scoffed at that. "Of course you would say that."
"Well, do you agree?"
"I suppose." Bright sighed. "At least means I can actually get goddam fast food for the first time in my life."
Glass laughed. "You aren't missing much on that end, I assure you. Though I will say it is much… livelier than the cafeteria food."
"Anything is better than a soggy grilled cheese every single day."
Both of them shared a laugh. As they quieted down, Bright finally stood up.
"I need to leave soon. The big boys wanted me ask you something, though."
Glass nodded. "What is it?"
"You know what it is."
Glass smiled. "The answer is still no. I feel like I'm doing much more out here nowadays. Besides, I've had enough lab coats to last a lifetime."
Bright shrugged. "Very well."
Before Bright was out the door, Glass wanted to know something. "Hey Bright, how is Dot?"
Bright turned around and smirked. "She's doing well. Still in the cell, but she's been asking for more things to do. She has a computer in the room now, and she often paints on it."
Glass nodded. "Wonderful. Keep in touch, will you? I've missed having a bit of insanity in my day."
"Of course, you shrink." Bright turned around a waved. "See ya later."
"So long, you maniac."
Per 
