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- [May 7, 2166]
- [Global Union of Divisions Headquarters]
- [Antarctica]
- [Open Territory - Global Union of Divisions]
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- Just a few kilometers inland from the Antarctic Ocean lies the main base of operations for the world's main governing body, the Global Union of Divisions. All along the shores, a sizeable naval fleet, supplemented by three squads of Guardian Sentinels, patrols the coasts of the stretch of G.U.D. territory. However, on what would ordinarily be a routine day in May takes a turn for the strange.
- Multiple bodies of evolved P.E.M.F.s of several different species have begun to wash ashore, numbering over a dozen, possibly even more. As they wash up, the Guardian Sentinel units are quick to drag the cadavers inland, dumping all of them next to a small mountain.
- Once the bodies have been cleaned up, two Guardian Sentinel squads move further into the ocean towards the very edge of the shallows; the fleet of destroyers and carriers is stationed just beyond them, above the deep chasms down below. Visibility is at an all-time low, with a thick fog shrouding the entirety of the coast and inner ocean lining. This would be a minor inconvenience at best ordinarily, but today is anything but ordinary.
- A strange and unexplained phenomenon has afflicted the majority of the equipment that would be used to navigate the fog, leaving the naval vessels and patrolling defense automatons with mere spotlights to illuminate their surroundings.
- (G.S. Fortress-21): Stinger fleet, do you read? This is G.S. Fortress-21, reporting from first G.S. squad.
- (Admiral Cole Pablo): [COMMS] This is Stinger, we read you, Fortress-21. Fog has reduced visibility by 70%, and all other scanning equipment is disabled.
- (G.S. Fortress-21): Roger that, Stinger. We'll update you if we find any--
- All of a sudden, a low rumbling is heard off in the distance, audible not only to the Guardian Sentinels but also to the individual crew members of many of the naval vessels; all eyes and ears are now focused to the north, where the rumbling was heard from. At first, there's nothing else but silence. However, just as everyone is about to relax somewhat, another round of rumbles sounds off, putting everyone on alert.
- This time around, though, the rumbles can be physically felt by the fleet's personnel and the squads of giant defender units. As the noises grow louder and more powerful, the fog in the north direction begins to fade; the disappearance pattern leaves a single large linear clearing that leads straight to the shores, as if a path were being carved through the shroud.
- (G.S. Artillery-21): I have a visual! Two green lights, symmetrically situated above the water! Possible P.E.M.F. contact!
- (Admiral Eliza Fleur): [COMMS] Barbell fleet here, moving to intercep--
- As suddenly as they appear, the green eyes in the fog disappear beneath the waves; the owner of the eyes resurfaces, lifting the Barbell fleet's flagship out of the water on its back. The ship slides off and falls back into the water, prompting the rest of the fleet, as well as the two squads of Guardian Sentinels, to aim their weapons at the intruder.
- However, when the fog dissipates around the entity, everybody stops aiming their weapons at the creature. But why?
- (G.S. Blade-19): G.U.D. H.Q., we, uhhh...... we have a situation.
- (G.U.D. COMMS Officer Chris Hussein): [COMMS] What is it, Blade-19?
- (G.S. Blade-19): Gamera's here.
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- [Roth-Ma Island]
- [Pacific Ocean]
- [Open Territory - Global Union of Divisions]
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- In the shallows just off of the sandy beaches of Roth-Ma Island, Gojira, the prodigal daughter of Godzilla, suddenly ceases her frolicking; she simply stands up and looks towards the sky. Along the beach itself, Anna Maximoff and Wei Ho look up from their datapads, confused about what has gotten into their young ward.
- (Anna Maximoff): Wei, what's going on with little Jira?
- (Wei Ho): I don't know exactly, but she clearly knows something we don't
- After a few moments of simply staring into the heavens, Gojira suddenly starts to roar loudly, even prompting Anna and Wei to cover up their ears due to the intensity of the noise being emitted.
- (Anna Maximoff): What the hell is she doing?!
- (Wei Ho): WHAT?!?
- (Anna Maximoff): I said..... WHAT THE HELL IS SHE--
- The answer to Ms. Maximoff's questions cuts her off with a loud shriek. The two scientists, still covering their ears, look up into the sky in the general area where Gojira was looking. In the distance, a shape can be made out; it stands out from the blue of the sky and white of the clouds with an assortment of gold and violet glowing colours.
- Mothra.
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