Colossus By Design: Season 2 - Log 60

[February 26, 2166]
[Alpine Allie's Bar]
[The Alps, European origin continent]

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Within a small bar up in the Alps, it's a relatively slow day. The bar's owner, bartender, and bouncer all in one is serving drinks to one of her two patrons. The patron being served looks to be quite weary, as his appearance bellies his actual age.

The other one, however, is a ramshackle Synthetic, with gears and wires very heavily exposed; sparks occasionally sputter from his head, indicating he's in a very major state of disrepair. For several minutes, nothing happens. As the weary man drinks, he flips through the channels on the hologram projection, growing more annoyed as he continues to browse, apparently not finding anything he likes.

Before he changes the channel again, the weary man stops and straightens himself up; the global news has come on.


(Anchor Marcello Jimenez): And in the latest news, the Global Union of Divisions has decided to disband its operations in the ruins of Atlantis.

(Anchor Monica Vasquez): Indeed. Though we don't have any official statements from the G.U.D., previous research teams stationed at the deep facility have told us that bad things have started happening ever since the unfortunate passing of Dr. Laura Reed.


Now all three of the bar's residents turn their attention to the holo-projector; the weary patron turns up the volume.


(Weary Man): So, the G.U.D.'s been havin' problems..... Serves the bastards right.

(Allie): Excuse me?

(Screwy Synthetic): Why don't I have a drink yet?

(Weary Man): You heard me. Fuck 'em.

(Allie): I could kick you out of my bar right now. The G.U.D. saved my family in Russia. Just who do you think you are anyways?


The weary man stands up, showing just how large he is; he stands two heads over Allie the bar owner. However, she's not phased the slightest. She pulls out an antique 21st century-era shotgun and racks the pump in a threatening manner.


(Allie): I suggest you leave right now before I blow your ugly head off, mister.

(Weary Man): Careful with that, MISSY. You're dealing with a seasoned soldier of the Children of Mons--


Allie blasts her shotgun straight into the large man's chest, blowing him across the room; his body slumps against the opposite wall. After watching the commotion, the screwy Synthetic turns his head back to the shelves of alcohol behind the bar's owner, then down at the empty glass in his hands.


(Screw Synthetic): Why don't I have a drink?

(Allie): I keep telling you, Mike, you can't physically drink--


The body of the weary man begins to shuffle in place, prompting Allie to bring up her shotgun again; she points it at the former of Children of Monsters cult member and racks the pump in a threatening manner once more.


(Allie): Tough son of a bitch, aren't ya? Well, I'll gladly.... Whaaa--


The shadow of the weary man looms over Allie and begins to grow in size, twisting and contorting into inhuman shapes. The mass utters a guttural roar, sounding like something straight out of a science fiction movie.


(???): You're dealing with a seasoned soldier of the Children of Monsters. And I do not tolerate those who support our enemies.