"I can't stand her. Yeah she's a real creep.... Get out of my home! And never comeback... Hand it over and nobody gets hurt... A life for a life my dear... Assassins? Kill them... Hahahahahaha, the fools." The widespread hate, older than the Earth itself, was never ending. Suffering was built into the genetic makeup of sentient beings at the dawn of time, and while few fought against it, the masses reveled in their self created hate, the true basis behind the many wars and the casualties caused in such engagements. Today the epitome of all mankind's sins would rise from the sandy ashes of the land, and this world will burn.
"Amanda Hugginkiss reporting to you live from the Sahara. Currently we are approaching the latest object to have risen from the sands. The sixth in number this piece is said to be the answer to the mystery. Now that it has arrived the electrical disturbances emanating from the original objects have stopped. Footage has been widespread across every facet of media and a multitude of speculations about what we are encountering have filled blog sites worldwide. Will it spell the end of civilization as we know it? Stay tuned to find out."
The site was covered by a large group of armed forces. No doubt dispatched to keep civilians at a safe distance. The United Nations response to development was quick an efficient, within twenty four hours each location was swarmed by military units of the respective governments. Each desert, the Sahara, Mojave, Arabian, Great Victoria, Gobi, and the Antarctic housed an object. Tourists flocked to these locations and the Militia's perimeter kept these viewers at least 200 yards away. Yet Amanda and her news crew were determined to get a closer look.
"We'll be infringing military air space if we get any closer," said the pilot of the news chopper to Amanda, who urged for him to move in for a better shot. "Hey, whose payroll are you on Mateo?" The pilot sighed before maneveuring the aircraft to Amanda's suggested location. "That's better. Now lets get those cameras rolling." With one hand grasping the safety latch and the other gripped firmly on the microphone Amanda prepped herself for what may be the biggest story in recent history. "Make sure the object is in the back drop." The cameraman gave her a thumbs up followed by a countdown. As the last finger curled into the fist Amanda adopted a lively grin.
"Here we are, at the site of the latest object. Just behind me the structure, surrounded by military sits. Only our news team can bring you such a view..." Before Amanda could continue the object began to rise. "It seems that we've got some new developments. Wait, is that a head?" Freed from the sand the object could now be taken into full view. Sphere shaped the object held a face, with eyes a mouth and a nose. It rose fifty feet into the air, then the eyes opened with xanthic illumination. Each of the other pieces followed in suit, then fled the areas they had been contained in. Within the next second the other five pieces formed around the head, construction a body for which the head attached itself two with slimey tentacles. "I don't believe it," she said, flabberghasted by the spectacle. Fully composed, the entity dropped to the ground, the sheer force of the impact sent a concussive wave of energy that pushed all surrounding it back. Amanda's chopper went spiraling away. The pilot struggled to regain control as the newscaster was nearly launched from aircraft.
The entity glanced about its surroundings, smiling malevolently. As the chopper re-positioned itself and camera reclaimed its view the entity spoke on cue, well aware of the audience it now held. "People of Earth. I am Calrax Endor. In the beginning I was placed in the once fertile soils of this land. For years I have watched as you perpetuate hate and suffering throughout the lands. You humans have become a blight upon these lands with your crude constructions and malicious ways. The good in you died centuries ago, and I, the manifestation of all your crimes against all that is righteous have become your judge, jury, and executioner. Those you cast out, as "mutants," these metahumans are your successors. They are the next step in evolution and the true inheritor of the lands which you wreak havoc on for your own sustenance. To them I ask that you do not deter me from my task, and if you will not aid me you will suffer the same fate as those sinful beings that you wish to protect. Destroy your predecessors, or accept their fate as your own. The choice is yours."
With that said the vile monstrosity fled the desert, in search of those he would anoint with the power to aid him in his campaign. A war was coming and he would need generals.