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- [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, Gojira stands, trying to make sure she doesn't step on any of the aircraft around her. Beside her is Mothra, her apparent guardian, who is resting on the ground and facing the direction of the G.U.D. H.Q.'s main entrance; she's waiting patiently.
- Soon enough, a delegate of important political and scientific figures, as well as their C.D.F. escort, walks out and stops directly in front of Mothra's face. Most of them are a bit nervous, having never actually communicated with a Kaiju before, with the main exception being Dr. Anna Maximoff, of course, whom happily greets her old acquaintance.
- (Dr. Maximoff): Mothra, Gojira, hi! Good to see you two!
- (Chancellor Hunter Barisov): Maximoff, what the hell are you doing?!
- (Dr. Maximoff): Relax, Chancellor. I'm well acquainted with these two.
- Mothra spreads her wings and coos loudly, whilst Gojira gets down on her hands and knees, edging her face quite close to the group. This naturally unsettles them, prompting the majority of the C.D.F. escort to reactively aim their weapons at the young monster.
- (Agent Daisy Zaibo): Hold your fire! This is a negotiate situation!
- The security officers lower their weapons, albeit nervously so. Once that little bit of commotion has died down, Dr. Maximoff puts her hand on Gojira's snout and hums quietly under her breath. The young monster breathes softly from her nostrils, covering the group in a thick cloud of condensation that understandably disgusts most of them, Agent Zaibo included. Dr. Maximoff, however, can't help but smile.
- (Dr. Maximoff): It's REALLY good to see the two of you. But I assume that you didn't come here to chat, right?
- Mothra nods, whilst Gojira stands back up. As she does, the giant moth's eyes glow a bright purple; the delegate's own follow suit, signiying that she has created a communicative link between everyone.
- (Mothra): *telepathically* You are correct in your assumption, Anna. I come bearing news that is not necessarily positive.
- (President Manuel T'Chaka): Damn..... this feels WEIRD.
- (Dr. Maximoff): You get used to it after awhile. So, Mothra, what news do you bring?
- (Mothra): *telepathically* The artificial Earth guardian has contacted the last descendants of Atlantis, and they will soon be--
- (President Tori Bott-80): I'm sorry, last descendants? What....... how..........
- (Mothra): *telepathically* It would be better if they explain for themselves.
- All of a sudden, a rip in dimensional space opens up in front of the group, surprising even the good doctor; it's not as large as the one that Gamera entered through from Transference Space a short while back, however. As the rift opens up, a clear moving image can be seen. No, not an image...... a connection.
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- [Unknown Atlantean Bunker Room]
- [Unknown Atlantean Bunker]
- [Unknown Atlantean Ruins]
- [Chinese Ocean]
- [Open Territory - G.U.D.]
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- Within the confines of this previously undiscovered section of the ruins of Atlantis lies a room whose appearance, though highly ornate and decorative in a manner akin to that of ancient Greece, structurally resembles something akin to a modern day communications office. Of particular note, however, is the large window on the ceiling that allows a view of the ocean above.
- Instead of the ocean, the face of the Keizer known as Gamera is visible; he seems to be looking down into the room. But the presence of a giant monster isn't the only interesting thing in sight. Aside from a group of shabbily dressed men and women fiddling with the controls, a Transference Space rift identical to the one in Antarctica has formed in the middle of the room; the image shows a direct visual connection between this place and the delegate at the G.U.D. H.Q.'s airfield.
- The main person in charge seems to be an aged man with greying hair, as well as thick spectacles and a bit of a hunchback, an odd sight in this modern era of medicine and physiotherapy.
- (Maksym Skala): Gamera, the connection strength is not quite enough. Would you be so kind as to boost it?
- Gamera, in response to the man's request, moves out of view of the ceiling window and returns after a few moments. After doing whatever it is he did, the rift is now crystal clear, providing a real-time visual communications line between here and the Antarctica delegate.
- (Maksym Skala): Ah, much better, thank you.
- (Dr. Anna Maximoff): *rift* Wait, YOU'RE the last descendants of Atlantis? How...... what.........
- (Maksym Skala): Now now, don't worry, Ms. Maximoff, all will be explained in due time. I am Maksym Skala, leader of this sect. We are the Da'at Yichud.
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- [Unknown Warehouse Location]
- [Unknown Global Location]
- [Unknown Territorial Affiliation]
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- In a small greenhouse set up outside the abandoned warehouse serving as a base of operations for the terrorist alliance, Dr. Vandal Savage, Jay Garrick, and a Loyalist Mimetic Drone that has been hacked to serve as Samuel Hayden's communicative outlet are watching the good doctor in his element, conducting experiments and gathering groundbreaking research.
- (Samuel Hayden): So, Dr. Savage....... what will you be showing us?
- (Dr. Savage): An excellent question, my mechanical friend. See these crustacean-looking creatures on these flowers?
- Dr. Savage points to the large creatures resting on a bunch of Death Lilly flowers. With one swift whistle, all of them march from their resting spots and congregate into a single large group behind the good doctor.
- (Dr. Savage): I've observed these creatures' remarkable tendencies. They possess a small-scale version of the Oxygen Destroyer that the G.U.D. used to kill Bagan many years back. As well, they can do something even more incredible.
- With another whistle, the crab-like creatures start to buzz and contort within their large gathering. As they congregate, their bodies' constantly shifting shadows loom over Dr. Savage's guests. However, within seconds, the ever-moving mass's shadow starts to settle down and begins to form a more stable and cohesive shape; Jay Garrick can only whistle in awe of what he's just witnessed.
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