Colossus By Design: Entry 0109 - War, Part 1

[January 15, 2146]
[South American Wasteland, former South American continent]

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The six Warmongers, along with the Alpha, Gamma, and Zeta, all gather in one large circle around the immense wind vortex and look intently; they can barely make out the outlines of the Epsilon and Delta within.


(Arthur Roy): Thomas, you know there's no guarantee we'll make it out.

(Thomas Scott): I know, Arthur. But there isn't any other choice.

(Feng Lee): Sir, I--

(Thomas Scott): I know, Feng. It's been an honor serving with you all. Now let's do this.


All nine individuals begin to glow with a white aura that emanates from their bodies towards the vortex, causing it to glow a dark red in response upon contact. The conflicting auras begin to collide with extreme force that envelope the entire vortex with streaks of red and white lightning flying about in intense rotations.


(Thomas Scott): DAMMIT! FOCUS MORE!


The nine individuals' auras become more concentrated and start overtaking the red aura emissions from the swirling fortress. Finally, the white aura completely overpowers the red aura, making its way all around the wind vortex and completely covering it in its glow.

In the wake of this maneuver, the swirling wind currents begin to die down, and the Betas that were holding up the barrier start breaking off; many are left dazed after being overtaken by the alliance's energy. A few even fall towards the ground, some dead, some unconscious, and others simply winded.

Finally, the entire vortex collapses, sending large numbers of the Betas through the air in all directions, with many more falling to the ground. At this, the white auras of the Warmongers, Alpha, Gamma, and Zeta cease.

There is no sign of the Delta or Epsilon anywhere.

Any Betas that weren't killed or knocked unconscious circle around the group in one large swarm.


(Thomas Scott): Everyone, ready your weapons!


The Warmongers prepare their weaponry, whilst the Alpha, Gamma, and Zeta follow up with their own signature abilities. The defenders of Humanity move into positions, looking around for any signs of the leaders of their enemies.

All of a sudden, an extremely large lightning bolt rains down from the sky, directly impacting the very centre of the clustering of the Warmongers and sending them flying a bit.

Once they regain their composure, they get back up, only to come face-to-face to the enormous and imposing Epsilon standing right where the lightning had struck. Thunder and lightning outline his shape, and his eyes glow a deep red.

The Alpha, Gamma, and Zeta all growl at him and begin to move, but out of the blue, the entire swarm of Betas descends, heading straight for the three from behind. They turn around, but not before all three of them are taken into the sky by the horde.

The Alpha and Zeta are overtaken by the horde breaking up into two groups, whilst the Gamma is now flying in the sky and engaged in an aerial duel with the Delta, who had been hiding in the midst of the flying swarm.

Back on the ground, the six Warmongers look onward as they face the mighty Epsilon, whom cackles with an almost insane tone at them, if one could even say that about giant monsters.

The final battle has only just begun.