by The Kingpin » Tue Sep 10, 2013 8:29 pm
"New Kaiju detected Commander" said a systems operator in the control room of the Cobra base, located in the centre of the Pacific Ocean, somewhere between the West Coast of the United States, and the Philippines. "Report" said the Commander, a 40-something ex-British Admiralty official, her stance as dignified as could be expected of someone of such a position, though the military training in her past was clearly visible in how she held herself. Her dusty brown hair was kept in a tight, professional bun, and a streak of lighter coloured hair hung loosely to one side, almost over one eye, hiding a faint but visible scar on the left side of her forehead. "Subject: 164. Origin: Earth- Subterranean. Nature: Primate. Durability: Unknown. Destruction level: 3. Current location: Morroco" responded the systems operator as another one of the staff in the Command Room spoke up. "Commander. Another Kaiju. Subject: 165. Origin: Earth. Nature: Saurian. Durability: Unknown. Destruction level: 1. Current Location: Entering Costa Rica" came the report. "Any orders from OWL station?" asked the Commander as she stepped down from the Command platform and walked over to the first of the two. "None, ma'am" responded the soldier. "In that case, send Primarch-2 after the Indian threat. Have Hexarch-3 go after our little Costa Rican troublmaker" said the Commander calmly. "Understood. Relaying orders" responded the operator...
Deep within the primary hanger of the Cobra Base, sirens sounded warning that units were about to be deployed. On MKG's HUD, the information regarding Novetris; Subject 164, began to appear.
Subject: 164
Location: North Africa - Former Morrocan Territories
Origin: Earth-Subterranean
Nature: Primate
Destruction Level: 3
Durability: Unknown
Orders: Subdue.
Above the hanger, a large blast door opened, acting as the exit for the cyborg as all hanger subsystems were disengaged, clearing the bionic beast for departure. Elsewhere in the hanger, a large grey mech was similarly being cleared, as a ramp extended from a briefing room at chest level with the machine, leading to the torso. A small, immensely thick plate was held over a hole in the chest area leading to the cockpit, a pilot walking towards it, suited in a similarly grey suit, a silvery pattern resembling vertebrae running down his back, presumably the means through which he connected to the machine. As the man entered, the hatch closed over the opening, before being pulled inwards, a secondary set of panels closing over the hatch, completely sealing the entrance. Within minutes, lights started blazing to life across the mech's form, 4 slanted black slits appearing in place of the machine's 'eyes', two on either side, giving a menacing appearance. A hissing sound could be heard as the machine's head tilted from side to side, the high pitched whine of engines being heard as the machine's thrusters entered standby mode, the ramp retracting as the machine stepped forward, beginning to stride into the centre of the hanger, engines roaring loudly as it lowered it's hands and legs to it's sides, the machine ascending out of the hanger shortly after, departing for Costa Rica...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG