Colossus By Design: Entry 0050 - War of the Worlds

[November 9, 2145]
[Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of the African origin continent]

[African Scout Fleet currently monitors a sector of ocean]


(Fleet Admiral): Are you SURE that's correct?

(Crewman 1): Positive, sir! Multiple non-standard energy ruptures detected within this sector alone!

(Crewman 2): Admiral, multiple contacts detected moving to the West!

(Crewman 3): All contacts converging on a single estimated point!

(Fleet Admiral): Destination?

(Crewman 1): The Warmonger training location.

(Fleet Admiral): Call it in. They need to be warned.

(Crew): Yes sir!

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[November 11, 2145]
[Old Corpus Christi, former American continent]
[Warmonger Reserves Training Grounds, Coastal Division]

[227th Annual Remembrance Day Event]
[All site personnel, military personnel, and Warmonger units stand in silence at main complex]
[Sirens begin blaring across the base; emergency broadcasts being shouted at irregular intervals]


(Base Speakers): All personnel, prepare for battle stations. Any and all non-military personnel are to report to the on-site shelters. This is not a drill. Repeat. This is not a drill.


[Speaker broadcasts continue blaring; military personnel evacuate the civilian workers to bunkers and prepping equipment]
[Warmonger units begin frantically looking around as the evacuation is under way, all except for Serizawa's Light]


(Thomas Scott): What the heck's going on?

(Arthur Roy): You tell me, you're the bloody Canadian around here!

(Sasha Kalashnikov): Shut up both of you! This is serious!


[Serizawa's Light puts up his hand; the other Warmonger units become silent]


(Karen Marais): What is it, Satoshi?

(Satoshi Yamane): A flood is coming.

(Sasha Kalashnikov): What, like monsters?


[Serizawa's Light nods]


(Arthur Roy): How in the deuce can you know that?

(Feng Lee): Because we all received messages of it just seconds ago, dipshit.

(Arthur Roy): Oh....

(Thomas Scott): Alright then, people, you know the drill! Spread out, form a defensive line along the coast, maintain eye contact with each other, and don't hesitate to comm-call one of us near your position if you require assistance. Got it people?

(Everyone): Got it!

(Thomas Scott): Move out, Warmongers!


[All Warmonger units spread themselves along the coastline, forming a defense line with each covering a good distance that's still within eyesight of each other]
[Hover aircraft fly out over the ocean, scanning the water below]
[Multiple large bodies move through the water, their proximity to each other skewing a reliable read on their exact numbers]


(Pilot): [COMMS] Warmongers, several P.E.M.F.s are headed your way. Unknown head count, so be ready to take on multiple entities for each individual.

(Thomas): Copy that. Alright, people, get ready, because the motherload is coming!

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(Thomas Scott): Arthur, you see 'em yet?

(Arthur Roy): Hold on, I need to adjust the zoom-- Oh dear.....

(Karen Marais): What is it?

(Arthur Roy): That is a LOT of monsters.


Multiple P.E.M.F.s of varying size and shape, of both familiar and new variations, enter the shallows off the coast. All are facing the direction of the Warmonger defensive line, roaring and shuffling at their quarry.


(Thomas Scott): Warmongers...... prepare to engage!