 Item number SCP-1233 Object Class Keter Special Containment Procedures SCP-1233's anomalous physical properties all but preclude the possibility of primary containment, and as such, secondary containment measures are considered adequate until a feasible method of physical containment is devised. Foundation Satellite Observation Network, Argos, is to enter Priority-2 High Alert Status three years and six months following the last observed SCP-1233 departure event. When Argos detects SCP-1233 in the upper thermosphere, a contingent from any nearby covert amnestization and disinformation mobile task force will be dispatched to the Population Center closest to the terminus of SCP-1233's descent trajectory. After the entity's departure from Earth orbit, all appearances of and damages caused by SCP-1233 are to be accounted for with a suitable cover story in conjunction with media blackout, and any civilians having witnessed an over-display of SCP-1233's anomalous effects are to be amnestized at MTF discretion. Mass amnestization of the affected city may be authorized in the event of unusually prolonged SCP-1233 appearances. Update October 5, 2017 Under no circumstances are Foundation personnel permitted to interact with or engage SCP-1233 in any capacity. Description SCP-1233 is a humanoid entity of unknown composition, which visually resembles an individual wearing an EMU-typed face suit with opaque visor and attached extra vehicular propulsion jet pack. The equipment worn by SCP-1233 exhibits the numbers of anomalous properties. The suit itself is shown durability far exceeding that of a standard face suit. SCP-1233 has to date with stood small arms fire, anti-tank munitions, land mines, white phosphorus munitions, and at one instance total submersion and magma without sustaining any observable damage or decrease in functionality. The suit material is also opaque to all attempted forms of penetrant scanning, up to and including ultrasonic, radio, microwave, and x-ray emitters. The entity's jet pack, while ostensibly designed to be practical only in low-gravity orbital conditions and powered by compressed nitrogen, instead appears to utilize some form of anomalously high-powered rocket propulsion system. This device can sustainably generate thrust capable of rapidly accelerating the entity to a maximum observed velocity of approximately 40,500 km per hour, and can alter SCP-1233's trajectory in any direction at speed-generates of acceleration deceleration that would be instantly fatal to any human. SCP-1233's physical strength is correspondingly anomalous. It has demonstrated the ability to lift and throw objects weighing up to 65,000 kg and can do so repeatedly without showing any external signs of fatigue and defiance to multiple physical laws. SCP-1233 is capable of communicating through a loudspeaker installed in its suit, and does so in a loud, somewhat grand delinquent and declamatory male voice, demonstrating fluency on a number of languages and adjusting its speech to conform with whatever language is most commonly spoken by the surrounding populace. Such statements are generally coherent in structure, but are frequently rambling, oblique, irrelevant to the present situation, or lacking discernible context. SCP-1233's behaviors are erratic, unpredictable, gregarious, cordial, and somewhat destructive, though its appearances are typically brief and infrequent, with sightings occurring only once per four to five years. An SCP-1233 arrival event will begin with the entity falling from an unknown height above the Earth's surface, generally at a terminal velocity comparable that of a small meteorite or atmospheric reentry vehicle. SCP-1233 will exhibit the red-orange thermal radiance typical of these objects as a result of atmospheric friction, and as such, SCP-1233 is commonly mistaken for a meteorite or a shooting star during its descent. It will then crash land, causing a minor localized seismic event and a sizable impact crater. In almost all cases, SCP-1233 has landed a moderate distance away from the outer limits of a population center, usually a small to mid-sized town with a population not exceeding 30,000. It will then climb out of the crater and travel toward a nearby town either via flight or on foot. Its route to the population center is usually not direct. SCP-1233 will frequently stop to engage in various activities, seemingly at random. Examples of observed detour behaviors include inspecting various objects such as farm equipment, buildings, and plants, standing still for variable amounts of time, chasing small insects such as grasshoppers and butterflies, attempting to greet, converse with, or interrogate animals such as livestock or birds, pulling up root vegetables or picking fruit from bushes and trees, and pressing them forcefully into its closed visor in an apparent attempt to eat them, marching directly into bodies of water such as ponds and lakes, among others normally not resulting in significant property damage. Upon reaching the town limits, SCP-1233 will engage in further activities which, due to its curiosity, appearance, extreme physical strength, and lack of understanding of human societal conventions will generally result in civil unrest and destruction of public and private property. The following video transcript provides a typical example of SCP-1233 interaction with the local populace. Date, August 9, 2009 Media Origin Security camera footage confiscated from Sam's Suites, a bakery and cafe located in downtown Saratoga Springs, New York, United States. SCP-1233 opens front door and enters cafe. According to counter is an overweight bearded man identified as Bob Parsons, 32, co-owner of the establishment. Parsons raises his eyebrow upon SCP-1233's entry. Holy crap, dude, it's like 90 degrees out there. I get being dedicated to your cosplay and all that, but goddamn. SCP-1233 approaches the register and salutes briefly. Greetings, little girl. I am Moon Champion, Champion of the Moon, defender of space justice and destroyer of evil. I have come once again to your charming world to learn more of your strange culture and to seek aid from my people in their ongoing war against the moon monsters. You appear to possess a vast wealth of the fabled nutrients and moisture for which this world is known throughout the galaxy. Are you the president of this planet? Pause. Parsons laughs avarically for approximately a minute, then reaches into a displayed case below the counter wiping tears from his eyes. Holy fuck, man, that's the funniest shit I've heard in like, at least a year. What's up, Moon Champion? I'm Bob, and you get a free cookie from making me bust a gut so hard I thought I was gonna puke up my own spine. Here. Parsons offers the cookie to SCP-1233. The entity takes it from the shopkeeper. Ah, one of your human parakeets, I see. Yes. I, Moon Champion, accept this small bird on behalf of the moon, and solemnly pledge to use the energy it provides to advance the cause of righteousness. SCP-1233 rams the cookie into its unopened visor. The impact instantly destroys the confection and forcefully scatters crumbs in all directions. Delicious! I thank you, Lord President of Earth, for this generous gift, and may the light of justice forever shine upon your royal visage. The beggar laughs again and begins eating a cookie of his own. Nah, it's cool, Moon, bro. I'll just clean it up later, don't worry about her anything. So there's monsters, huh? On the moon, and you fight them? Your understanding of the situation has flawless, my lord. Yes, the dreaded moon monsters have plagued and besieged my people for countless millennia. They are very terrible. Merely attempted to describe them to you will cause your human organs to shrivel in horror. And it is my sacred duty as Moon Champion to meet these nightmares' beast in combat, and lead the moon people in the defense of their imperiled homeland, the majestic and magnificent moon kingdom. Parsons continues eating its cookie and nods. Oh, so you're like one of those alien dudes. Are you a king or something? No, I am not one of the moon people. I am Moon Champion. I will continue to serve the moon people and wage glorious war against their enemies until my debt to the moon king is repaid. But the moon kingdom is a land of peace and enlightenment. The moon people having abandoned the pettiness of violence and bloodshed eons ago. They are ill-prepared for the sudden advent of such a formidable flow, and the conflict goes poorly despite the valiant efforts of me, Moon Champion, and so I have come once more to Earth, our closest neighbor, to seek whatever assistance lies within your meaty damp hearts. Throughout this monologue, SCP-1233's right arm is risen into the air gradually until its hands is outstretched above its head. Parsons points at it. Do you have a question? Yes, sirbel. To start, are these puppies you have capable of withstanding the vacuum of space without additional shielding? I would like to be friend one and name her Moon Pup, and take her with me on space adventures. Your arm, dude. SCP-1233 pauses, then turns its head and looks at its arm. Ah, yes, it has become buoyant, an aspect of your mighty balloons, another common side effect of your Earth atmosphere, similar to electricity and swarms of locusts. Either that or they are a laser beast within its quadrant. I have studied the Earth quite extensively. Its phenomena are disgusting and incredible. Huh? Now, Lord President, Mayor of Earth, will you answer the Moon King's call and assist us in our desperate battle against the Moon Monsters? Time is of the essence. Time waits for no Moon Champion. I have asked it nicely. It did not listen. Oh, uh, so like, as you can see, Moon Dude, as President I have, uh, responsibilities. This, uh, supply depot here is the only source of food for my people, and I've gotta like stay here. Otherwise, they'll be a famine. You know how it is, but I've ordered the citizens to lend a helping hand to anyone who asks, and, uh, look, right outside, there's some. SCP-1233 turns to look out the glass door, where there are passers-by visible. Yes, of course, you have been most voluptuous, my liege. Farewell, glorious and corpulent President. May you and your people remain moist and rubbery, Moon Champion blast off on wings of justice. SCP-1233 salutes once more, turns about and marches forward, crashing directly through a section of concrete wall less than ten feet from the establishment entrance. Other observed behaviors have included wandering in the traffic, which due to its anomalous properties have resulted in lethal collisions, breaking through glass door fronts to handle or inspect wares on display, challenging a fire hydrant to single combat, which it then destroyed via punching, stealing and gathering unattended bicycles, forming a pile of hundreds in the center of a public park, stacking parked cars on top of one another, collecting as many dogs as possible and attempting to use them as currency to purchase more dogs, and more. SCP-1233's exploits invariably result in the local authorities being summoned by the citizenry. However, attempts by police to impede, detain, or arrest SCP-1233 are entirely ineffective and are ignored by the entity in the majority of cases. To date, SCP-1233 has not caused overt and deliberate harm to any civilian, though casualties and fatalities have occurred as a result of its unpredictable behavior and physical properties. After spending a variable amount of time within a given municipality, SCP-1233 will abruptly activate its jetpack and ascend directly upward, reaching escape velocity and exiting Earth's atmosphere with greater speed than any non-nomous vehicle on record. Ground-based and orbital telescope observation of recent SCP-1233 departures have shown that its general outbound trajectory is consistent during each event. SCP-1233 exits Earth's orbit and maintains velocity while adjusting course directly towards the Moon. At its average speed of roughly 40,500 km per hour, the entity enters Lunar orbit within approximately 9 hours. It will overshoot slightly an adjust course, passing out a view and presumably either demanifesting somehow or landing on the far side of the Moon. None of SCP-1233's claims regarding the Moon have been successfully verified. Since SCP-1233's initial appearance on February 6, 1986, Foundation research divisions have maintained constant surveillance of the Moon in an attempt to acquire concrete proof of its statements. No evidence indicating the existence of a Moon Kingdom, Moon people, Moon monsters, or any other Moon-based extra-normal objects or entities mentioned by SCP-1233 has ever been found. Terrestrial research personnel have maintained continual contact with Lunar Area 32 Provisional Research Station supervisors concerning all aspects of SCP-1233 since its initial registry. Hypothesis in that Area 32's powerful and comprehensive sentinel array would be capable of confirming or refuting SCP-1233's allegations with ease. Not only have Lunar-based personnel consistently failed to uncover any indication that SCP-1233's assertions are authentic in any way, but no anomaly or object matching SCP-1233's description has ever been recorded by sentinels hundreds of detectors. Despite the existence of a multitude of Earth-based telescopic video recordings, which clearly show SCP-1233 entering the inner bound of sentinels' optimal sensor range and flying directly over Lunar Area 32. Lunar personnel were only made aware of the entity's existence in the SCP registry upon terrestrial command's request that they transmit all data concerning SCP-1233's first appearance to Earth for storage and analysis, three hours following the entity's disappearance. No such data existed. No definitive explanation for this observational discrepancy has been found. Addendum 1233-01 During SCP-1233's most recent arrival event on October 5, 2017, SCP-1233 addressed a male civilian in downtown Hareford, England. SCP-1233 approached Godzilla and asked him if he would be willing to join the fight against the moon monsters. As opposed to each observed iteration of this interaction's dust bar, and wished a civilian petitioned by SCP-1233 either disregards the question or answers in the negative, Godzilla sardonically replied, Oh, absolutely you fucking nutter, I'm ready to go right now, got my tube brush and everything, let's fly, spaceman. SCP-1233 responded, At last, a brave warrior hiding in plain sight of Men'sty's pastoral and bucolic humans. Let us away, fair meat fellow, and earn the glory of heroes. This day you brush your tooths against the stars. We fly. The entity lurched forward and embraced Godzilla, then activated its jet pack. The resultant sonic boom shattered every item of glassware within a 300 meter radius as SCP-1233 accelerated to a projected velocity of 25,000 km per hour within approximately 24 seconds, ascending into low orbit with Godzilla in tow. Due to the unexpected timing of this event, observational satellites were unable to properly focus upon SCP-1233 during the early stages of its exit trajectory. As such, Godzilla's presence and stats were unable to be visually confirmed. After the amnestization of all Hereford citizens witnessing this event, Godzilla was officially declared missing, then pronounced dead three months later. The condition and whereabouts of his remains are currently unknown.