"You are tyrants of a new era. Capitalists of a different breed. I haven't seen so much precise carnage since the crusades" The cap pops off of a vintage champagne, echoing off of abandoned walls.
" Yes, but you exceeded my expectations, you and the rest of the Shin-Yo.Your sect are more advanced in bio-engineering than your so called 'King' ever gave you due credit for... Did you know in his pilgrimage to the surface, I was one of the first people he spoke to? He claimed you were a savage factions not worth sharing a place within the empire." Passing a glass of the sparkling liquid to the creature as the man fish amalgam sits in the harbor warehouse with two others of it's kind with necks wrapped in some type of moist cocoon. The liquid seemed like some form of poison to the bottom dweller, he and his people were trusting to none. Placing the glass on a crate it stands, bellowing with a voice that sounded like a conglomeration of bubbles rising to a watery surface "What is the point of thizzz meeting, you zwore the empire would be ours once you had Japan.* We built you marvels of murder, spent resources we did not have to ensure our end of the bargain...Zztill we wait for your word to be honored."
" If everything continues as planned Clatarak, we'll all be where we want."
"And I don't own Japan, just it's political figures."
*(See: They Came From Nowhere)
2 WEEKS LATER
As the team is called down to the underground area where like most of Animus Corp buildings, houses Thomas' laboratories and facilities, they can smell heated metal and hear the sound of a low pitched shriek. Finally reaching the end of the long dark corridor the group sees Maximus in a pair of boxer briefs atop an above ground see through tank.
". I'll be brief. After the events that occurred on G-day when the monsters attacked the world begs for some closure on the situation and after six months, their ripe for wanting. All evidence, with some slight of hand on my part, points to the event being an Atlantean terrorist attack. We as a group will storm the royal Atlantean capital where the King resides. Essentially we're going for a three move checkmate. But first let's get this out of the way. Max? apply your patch"
Nodding Maximus puts a square patch with what seems like dozens of circuit boards on his chests' center. Nothing seems to happen. "While outside of the water it seems like an overpriced nicotine patch. Max hop in please."
Doing a back spring dive Maximus lands in the pool. Swimming submerged he presses the pad, cracking it. As he does so a silver liquid begins to flow outward across his chest, down his abdomen, and around his body, "This suit was designed from alien technology, a virus. It's a beta model and a weaker version of whats to come, but it's effects are still impressive. The alloy encasing Maximus can withstand tremendous weight; we've measured the yield around 10 tons of pressure before it's registered by the organism underneath as uncomfortable. Due to it's symbiotic nature the virus digests and excretes only what it's adapted to be able to from its' environment, while simultaneously forming a bond with the host to ensure both of their joint survival. This means underwater right, the symbiote is in-taking the carbon dioxide in the water molecules and excreting it into the host as breathable oxygen through the skin pores." Passing out the patches to those who need them Animus, as he was called within the group, pressed his thumb to his index figner, a table flipping within the tank to show a diorama of the domed Atlantean capital. He encircles it.
"The Japanese have allowed us temporary control of the mechs that I've given them, but no pilots as per request. We'll send them down by basic automation as a distraction to lower defenses on one side of the wall of the city. Once the guardsman and soldiers are preoccupied, we'll make our move. " Toy mechs splash into the water and hobble towards the city. The plan coming to a child like sense of life in front of them beneath the tank
"Alistair King, my right hand. I need you to make a shadow clone within the cities defensive dome to open the gates for us."
"Strigidae 23? I'll ask that you take point at the gates once opened and enter with as much stealth as possible, take out the remaining guards however necessary, then signal us into the city when it's clear for intrusion."
"Dell. Your technokinesis will help us with the mechs. They require pilots, ones we don't have or want involved to give us away. I'm counting on you to puppeteer the giant machines long enough to keep the charade up so we can extract the King."
"Akira. With Dell preoccupied with the mech's you'll be the technopath we need in the end; Entering the territory will have to be done with suped scuba scooters, meaning we'll have no way out that's fast enough to avoid detection when we've accomplished our goal. We need some kind of ship built out of whats in the general area, atlantean vehicles, weapons, et cetera, to get us out of the hot zone as fast as possible before we're spotted by the guards.Can you handle it?"
"Arturia... You are the single most important. King Calidus is ruthless, powerful, and cunning. Your manipulating his emotions could possibly stun him long enough to be extracted, otherwise we may have done this for nothing. But thats phase one... I'll brief you separately later."
"If there's any questions, they better be asked now."
Three major mechs are dropped into the ocean just outside of the Atlantean empire capital off the coast of New Jersey, their only basic function until Dell took control to follow the gps to the royal capital walls.
The team arrives via the Varius Mark III jet in record time of just four hours from Japan and across the pacific.
Cracking the patch on his suits chest Animus' normally red white and blue armor turns a chrome sheen, leading the way as he dives into the ocean an approximate mile from the Atlantean gates, waiting in the deep for the team.