Colossus By Design: Season 2 - Log 121

[May 21, 2166]
[Airfield]
[Global Union of Divisions Headquarters]
[Antarctica]
[Open Territory - G.U.D]

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On the snowy airfield of the G.U.D.'s main base of operations, a rift in Transference Space has opened up, allowing communication between this location and that of a previously undiscovered bunker from Atlantis old. The parties involved? A group of G.U.D. officials and known affiliates of Mothra and Gojira on the Antarctic end, and a self-proclaimed group of descendants of Atlantean people.


(Dr. Anna Maximoff): Da'at Yichud? Isn't that just some obscure Jewish sect?

(Maksym Skala): *rift* That's the image that we have made for ourselves over these many years. However, if you'll recall, when Atlantean script was first translated, Hebrew was the most direct transition.

(Everyone): OOOOOOOHHHHHHH.

(Maksym Skala): *rift* Exactly. I understand that it's hard to believe, especially since we haven't revealed our true history to anyone outside of fellow sects.

(President Tori Bott-80): So why now, then? What change--


All of a sudden, the rift in dimensions begins to flicker like distorted static on a video, but it clears up again. However, both sides are shouting to each other, apparently unable to hear one another. Maksym Skala shouts to Gamera, whom looms in the water above the ceiling window, whilst Mothra on her end wiggles her antennae like the those of an old 20th century television.

Soon enough, the connection cuts out completely, as signified by the rift disappearing.

As Mothra telepathically communicates with the Humans in front of her, Gojira sees that her companions are occupied and wanders off; she's now lumbering around the relatively empty airfield. As she looks around at her snow-covered surroundings, she bumps into a tall metal object. Looking up, she sees that she's walked right into a Fortress-class Guardian Sentinel.

The young monster heir edges in closer to the robotic and sniffs it closely. At first, she continues smelling harder and harder, seemingly unable to catch a scent; she seems to finally find what she's looking for a few moments later. Unfortunately, what she found was a bit too strong for her powerful nostrils, causing her to reel back and grip her snout in pain.

The Guardian Sentinel, confused by this turn of events, walks past the prodigal daughter of Godzilla and continues on its routine patrol around the G.U.D H.Q.'s perimeter.

In the distance, far out at sea, the dark shape with glowing white orbs seems to do what amounts to a facepalm.

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[May 22, 2166]
[Abandoned Gas Station]
[Birao, Central African Republic]
[Colony State - African Super-Nation]

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In an abandoned gas station in Birao, a group of Lion Claw higher-ups and their security details have gathered for a meeting in this ghost town. All are silent, but the tensions running throughout are higher than ever before. Lion Claw may be an organized African crime syndicate, but most of its members, being former rival gangsters and mafia flunkies, are anything but friends; they're just as likely to sell each other the latest weapons as they are to use them against each other.

However, one man has done the impossible and united the group under a common banner: the complete eradication of law and order within the various colony states of the African super-nation. This man, a small, elderly, and frail looking man with an amber-tipped cane from Sudan, one who only goes by his own nickname: Blackjack.

Soon enough, the group springs into attention as a large hover-truck pulls up in the middle of the lot. From the truck, a twitching Mimetic Warrior with green hard-light steps out and opens the door to the passenger seating for the guest of honor, an esteemed member of the terrorist alliance between the Storm Covenant, Order of Homo Novus, and other rogue elements.


(Hugo Petit): Ah, Blackjack! How nice to meet you!

(Blackjack): I am honoured that your group would wish for my organization's services. You have been informed of our deal beforehand?

(Hugo Petit): Yes, I recall. If we aid in your liberation of this continent, you'll lend your forces in our own liberation efforts for the Human race.

(Blackjack): To be honest, I am a business man with a vendetta, so don't expect me to understand all this philosophical bullshit. As long as you make good on providing us the resources necessary to carry out our goals and yours, we'll have no problem.

(Hugo Petit): Very well. If you gentlemen would kindly follow me.


The present members of Lion Claw follow the alliance representative and his personal bodyguard to the back of the truck. With the click of a button from his datapad, the backdoor opens up; the rebel soldiers can't help but stare in awe at what they see: many tons of high-quality military equipment of all types, including advanced energy weapons, personal hard-light riot shields, intelligent drone control set-ups, etc.

But the most prized of all are the two pieces in the very back. Two soldiers eagerly jump into the truck and run to the back. They find themselves face-to-face with an exoskeleton suit of powered armor, along with a very minigun-esque weapon lying on the ground next to it.


(Hugo Petit): The big one is a prototype XM1 Praetorian Guard armor system that was scrapped in favour of the BE-CPR-S and FE-AR suits due to its bulk and lower enhancement details. My group has managed to acquire and improve on the design to put it up to par with elite FE-AR operators. The gun there is another experimental piece, though this one still being put through trials. The XM23 MASER Repeater, a weapon that fires off concentrated bursts of MASER energy in a minigun fashion that's theorized to be able to partially ignore Ki-based protection. Have fun.