By the time a gargantuan dinosaur had stomped onto the playing field, the situation had already started to seem quite dire.
Everywhere you looked, something new and ghastly burst from the steadily flooding streets. Back in the safety of her lair on Mesa Roja, Dr. Olivia Octavius fluttered from screen to screen, doing her best to offer ground support to her space dragon partner on the ground. What Ridley couldn’t see from his place intimidating Roy Mustang inside the new makeshift forward command post was just how hopeless the situation was beginning to look.
The mouse and the ice robot continued to battle the parademon. Both fighters were stronger than the last time Olivia had clocked them — Dante’s Abyss, two years prior — and if the reports coming in from online were true, the mouse had bested one of these winged freaks at least once before.
“Hey Koppy,” Mickey shouted, “tee him up for me, would ya?!”
Kopaka didn’t really know what ‘tee him up’ meant, but the context clues were enough: the diminutive creature wanted him to attack, and attack he would.
The Toa of Ice charged forward, the sheer power of his Kanohi Miru propelling him forward. He lifted his ice sword up, prepared to launch the most powerful blow he could at the creature, when suddenly Godzilla’s gigantic foot crashed down in the space between them.
Mickey stumbled, the roof of the sinking building he’d perched upon cracking and coming undone from the pressure of Godzilla’s very steps. Try as he might to regain his balance, he couldn’t — and so he fell through one of the cracks and into the watery depths of the destroyed, flooded shop below him.
Kopaka’s gaze zeroed in. On his right, the parademon still buzzed around Godzilla’s ankle. On his left, his only ally — albeit a tentative one — had disappeared.
A choice.
Octavius turned to another monitor.
A group of civilians huddled in the corner of an alleyway, encroached on two sides by parademons. The monsters licked their lips, chittering and buzzing as they approached their next victims, when suddenly a hail of machine gun fire from a hovercraft above started pelting them.
“Not in your wildest dreams,” Sgt. Swift scowled, reloading the weapon and leaping from her craft. She landed squarely between the group and one of the parademons, the rest of her crew dropping to defend the civvies from the other side. The people stared for a moment at the blonde bombshell sergeant now standing right before their very eyes — for awhile, they’d assumed she was merely folklore.
Yet here she was, in the flesh. Saving them.
The ground split beneath their feet.
“Help!” one screeched, prompting Sgt. Swift to spin around on her heel. The blonde could only gasp in horror as the cobblestones beneath the civilians crumbled, taking each of the eight innocents into the depths of the island.
“Mustang,” Swift yelled into the radio clipped to her Kevlar vest, “you here yet?”
“Affirmative, Sergeant,” Mustang replied, still glaring into Ridley’s sinister visage.
“We’ve got a problem,” the sergeant’s voice buzzed over his radio. “This whole island is coming a—ahhh!”
A blast of green energy straight from one of the parademon’s rifles smashed into Sgt. Swift’s soldier, knocking her off balance and out of focus. She turned around to try to get her bearings, only to be met with a parademon foot to her chest that sent her collapsing into the same hole the civilians had just tumbled down. She yelped, but after a few seconds, couldn’t be heard or seen.
“Swift!” Mustang called. “Swift, report!”
Static.
Mustang whipped around back to Ridley. “I don’t have time to deal with you.”
“Make time,” Ridley sneered. “I’m here to help.”
“Prove it,” Mustang nearly screamed just as the foundations of their forward command post began to shake. Hawkeye stood just a few feet the commanding officer’s shoulder, pistol aimed solidly at Ridley, when she noticed the cracks in the ground snaking their way between the alchemist’s ankles.
“Sir!”
The ground split, and Mustang fell. He scrambled in midair, reaching for something to grasp onto, but every effort he made failed. He felt himself slipping into the chasm when, suddenly, Ridley’s claws tore into his jacket, yanking him from certain doom and tossing him back onto solid — albeit, steadily flooding — ground.
The soldier took a deep breath as he pushed himself onto his knees, then glanced at Ridley.
“What are the doctor’s orders?” Ridley asked.
Back on Mesa Roja, Liv didn’t quite know what to say. “Hate to break it to you,” she sighed, “but that Sergeant Swift was right. It looks like island is fully coming apart at the seams.”
***
“Do we think the dinosaur is causing all of this destruction?” Amalia Eckern asked as she sprinted across a rooftop alongside Juno.
“No clue,” the fae shrugged. “But it’s not a bad guess!”
Amalia stopped in her tracks, turning to face the huge monster stampeding through Nausicaa’s town square. She watched as the dinosaur snatched a parademon out of the air, crushing it in its monstrous grip.
Is it… on our side?
The girl blinked. “We should find Zack and Lilith.”
In the streets below, Zack Fair staggered back, crashing into Lilith as a swarm of unmade plants swiped and encroached upon them. The sinister-looking woman snarled at the blue-tinted vines as they whipped towards the pair.
The raven-haired young man swiped his giant sword over her head, slicing the vines in two before they could reach her. She glanced over her shoulder.
“I probably could’ve handled that.”
“You’re welcome.”
And then the ground beneath them began to tremble as well.
***
All throughout the island, it was beginning to become clear that ‘the island’ wouldn’t be a proper moniker soon enough. ‘Islands’ more like.
Chara Dreemurr and Tobias, far flung from each other, carried out similar missions, doing what they could to bat away the unmade specimen from innocents. The mage found herself backed into a corner, trying her best to protect nearby citizens, when she felt the earth crack.
Miles away, the follower of Gal’skap swept through the streets, blue robes billowing behind him. The ends had grown damp from the light flooding he’d been forced to trudge through. He continued to press forward, blade in hand, certain of his mission. After being saved by the blonde and his other cohorts, Tobias had volunteered to check the perimeter of the small neighborhood they’d ended up in. He didn’t know exactly what was happening here, didn’t know who any of these other people were, but if they were here under common purpose, they would be allies for the moment. For their cause.
Darkseid would fall.
Tonight?
Tobias staggered. The world around him began to shudder and shake, and he could feel a sudden cold wash over his bones. His eyes popped wide open, and the world around him began to blur.
You think… you wield that power?
The wall beside him exploded, and a litany of unmade vines reached out and wrapped around his extremities, pulling him and trying to yank him into the wall itself. He turned and placed his eyes on the corrupted foliage and then jerked away, ripping the blue-glowing flora off of him.
You don’t.
The vines snaked back into the wall.
He panted, and clutched his weapon harder.
That hadn’t been the voice of Gal’skap.
***
“Does the sun usually go down here?” one of the turtles wondered idly as the now quintet of ninjas fought off the Unmade.
“Not… often…” Doc called out, swerving beneath the swipe of a corrupted octopus.
Leonardo glanced up at the Crossroads’ star. He hadn’t done a lot of thinking about how this solar system worked, but he supposed it had to work, somehow, right?
McNinja was on the same track. These things had to come from
somewhere, right?
What was their… origin?
“What in tarnation—” Arthur Morgan swore a few streets over. He asked his question from before again, louder this time. “What the hell are these things?”
Unmade. The word still batted around in his brain, confusingly. It made sense, but also… explained a big fat heap of nothing? The cowboy might’ve been one of the most talked about fighters in the galaxy, but ever since he’d defused from the red spandex-clad loudmouth, he’d made a point to keep himself mighty out of the loop of the more weird shit happening here. Couldn’t a man draw some fish and search for his icy robot pardner in peace?
“Annoying,” Ezrihel shouted from not too far off, “that’s what they are.”
Nearby, Ruedlen was checking in on Isra after the incident with the building. Ezrihel was finding himself less in need of a check in and more in need of venting his frustration.
The blonde Andromedan ran his rapier through the heart of a nearby shambling unmade zombie, running up upon the monster until their faces nearly touched. He found himself increasingly irritated with this rabble, and with the collection of random fools gathered here to try and fend them off.
Did
anyone have a handle on this, or was he going to have to volunteer his considerable military expertise?!
The ground exploded in front of him as a tentacle lifted a blonde, female soldier into the air. She yelped — altogether
not safe and sound — as the monstrous limb yanked her back into the newly formed chasm. Ezrihel peered over the edge, and was surprised to see there wasn’t a clear bottom.
Was there… more… down there?
“General Althaus,” Arthur drawled from behind him, “the box that fell off that lady. It’s talkin’.”
Ezrihel glanced where the cowboy pointed. Sure enough, a tiny walkie talkie lay in a heap of rubble, and sure enough, a voice was coming through.
“I repeat,” Roy Mustang said, “the foundations of our forward command post appear to be compromised. We’re trying to see if it’s still safe…”
Footsteps from behind brought Arthur’s pistol up and Ezrihel’s rapier to Tobias’ throat.
The General lowered his weapon. “You shouldn’t sneak up like that,” he scoffed, giving the blue-robed warrior a once-over. He looked… different. Shaken, at least a little. “What?”
Tobias gulped. “Something is very wrong here.”
***
Near the center of the island, Doc McStuffins stumbled upon them: the medical transports that had started to, at least with marginal success, evacuate the most gravely injured from the island.
Some City of Hope forces had set up around what looked to be the epicenter of the strange quakes and cracks that had begun to plague the island’s surface — a huge crater in the middle of the city. One of the large, glowing black tentacles writhed in the center of it, seemingly having gotten itself stuck in the mud as it tried to pierce the island’s surface and fight the incoming medical forces.
McStuffins stood at the edge of the crater and watched as some of Comstock’s elite guards kept the frantic limb at bay as they dragged out the last corpse — or, survivor, she couldn’t quite tell — from the crater. McStuffins recognized it idly as one of the sort of half-fish, half-human creatures that lived beneath Opealon’s oceans. She turned back to the tentacle. That she didn’t recognize at all.
Come.
She felt her brain start to vibrate. She’d barely heard the word — nearly didn’t register it — as her feet started to move without her permission.
It’s alright. I am here.
She trudged through the crater dirt. By the time anyone around her noticed, she’d already gotten too close to the tentacle, stood before it and watched as it lifted up, towered over her.
Kneel.
She obeyed.
“Whoa! Little girl, get out of there!” someone shouted, but McStuffins couldn’t hear them. She couldn’t hear… anything…
…except the sounds of her bones crushing as the tentacle smashed into her tiny body.
***
Another doctor watched in horror as the tentacle mauled that little girl.
Olivia Octavius didn’t have much in the way of ‘good guy juice,’ but watching a child injured like that — it wasn’t fun for anyone. Hope soldiers charged in, beating back the tentacle and dragging away the mangled doctor. From Liv’s vantage point, she couldn’t tell if the girl was alive or dead.
Dead, I hope, she thought.
If not, that looks… rough.
Kneel.
Olivia’s knees hit the floor. Her eyes opened wide, and she felt something inching up her spine, crawling up, beneath the apparatus holding her extra arms.
She shook as she struggled with all her might to fend it off. As the shuddering feeling crept into the back of her neck, she screeched.
You think you can hide out here?
“Doctor?”
You think anyone is safe?
“Olivia!”
You are fools.
She screamed again, at the top of her lungs, and finally, the chilling feeling released her.
She lay on the floor for a moment, breathing heavily. Ridley’s voice chattered in her ear.
“I’m alive,” she finally responded, picking herself up and stumbling back to her monitors. “I’m alive, but Ridley…”
Her eyes fell upon the screen that showed the crater. The tentacle had disappeared in the wake of its attack on the young doctor, but in its place was not a normal hole. It was a hole in the shape of an… an…
… an Omega symbol?
Flood waters rushed through the crater, but they never entered the hole. It was almost as if something… some force or other… was stopping it.
“Ridley,” Olivia shivered, “I think this may be worse than we thought.”
The Nausicaa Incident: Act 2 begins now.
The island is beginning to break apart. Sinking has largely halted or at least slowed greatly, and caverns seem to be popping up around. Explore if you want. Or don’t.
If you find yourself near the crater in the center of this lopsided island, you’ll see the Omega-shaped tunnel. It will not yet let you in; seems to be blocked by some sort of force field.
Sergeant Swift is missing in action.
Jar Jar Binks is missing in action.
Mickey Mouse is missing in action.
Doc McStuffins is gravely injured and removed from the playing field.
The next update will arrive in approximately a week.