Colossus By Design: Entry 0092 - Time To Hustle

[January 2, 2146]
[South West National Park, former Tasmanian island]

[Park rangers are sitting in their cabin and having lunch]
[Incoming call on holo-screen]


(Park Ranger 1): Uggh...... really? At this hour?

(Park Ranger 2): Just answer the call.

(Park Ranger 3): Hey..... think it's a giant monster call?


[All park rangers laugh at the notion]


(Park Ranger 1): Okay okay, shut up! Yes?

(Caller): [COMMS] Yeah, uhhh...... I'd like to report something.

(Park Ranger 1): What is it you'd like to report?

(Caller): [COMMS] Well.... you just gotta see it for yourself.

(Park Ranger 1): Ma'am, could you please describe what you're reporting?

(Caller): [COMMS] To be honest, I can't quite describe it. Hold on, here are my coordinates.

(Park Ranger 1): Alright, thank you.


[Park ranger ends the call]


(Park Ranger 3): Think it was a prank call?

(Park Ranger 1): If it was, I couldn't tell.

(Park Ranger 2): I swear, if it's another mooning call.......


[Park rangers get into their hover-bikes and quickly make their way to the coordinates]
[Group of park visitors are crowded around a crash site]
[Park rangers pull up and move through the crowd to get a good look at what everyone is looking at]


(Park Ranger 1): Oh my God.......

(Park Ranger 3): You gotta be shitting me......


[Enormous crater lies in the ground before the crowd; the unconscious body of the Epsilon is at its epicenter]

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[Antarctica]

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The Alpha awakens, slowly getting back to his feet without not taking any notice of the humans around him scrambling to get themselves and their equipment out of the way; he begins to walk back towards the ocean with a tired gait.

The enormous beast, with his body still recovering, leaves enormous craters wherever his feet fall; his non-standard DE energy isn't fully supporting his weight on the ground as he walks.

As this is going on, the Alpha shakes his neck and head, loosening up a device strapped to the back of his neck; it falls off and breaks on the ground below.


(Dr. Wei Ho): Ah, dammit! How the hell did he know?

(Dr. Anna Maximoff): Sorry, Wei, but it looks like we won't be tracking him today.

(Dr. Wei Ho): Shut it, Maximoff.


The Alpha walks towards the sea and lets himself sink a bit before regaining his composure and diving down to the depths; he now heads northeast.

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[January 3, 2146]
[Atlantic Ocean]

[Fleet of G.U.D. vessels on patrol]
[Small group of Betas flies southeast; ship crews are quick to record and report them]
[Large fleshy shape floats past the fleet towards the same direction as the Betas; it shows no apparent life signs and is ignored]