"Ladies and Gentleman! Please remain as calm as you can in this moment of crisis. I will start with the cold facts of the situation" Standing in the Lobby of the Newark Head Quarters, the CEO of Animus Corp Presses his thumb to his pointers center knuckle
"Mammoth City Has been overtaken by a beast standing over....400 meters. That's roughly the height of the Empire state building. Not only is it large, it can spew an acidic neon blue compound from it's mouth, and has what appears to be some time of pincer on it's tail...as well as opposable thumb like talons"
The crowds gasp was more unison than an orchestrated choirs hymn, "I'm not done."
"He clicks his fingers again "In a bay area of California known as Carmel, another existed the sea. This one stands at 600 meters. Thats OVER the size of the empire state building by roughly 150 meters. This one has denser skin that American fighter jets can't penetrate, and where our local Grendel spits acid, this one fires it, in the form of fluorescent plasma. He also stands on two legs "
"Our worst case, not as a state, a country, but a people...is in Japan. Standing at 1000 meters high, weighing several million tons. "
"This one, we call Hygd- The mother of all Grendels. She's got two smaller arms beneath the first two, opposoable thumbs like our Grendel, an ear shattering sonic scream, and spiked tail. We suspect she may have some type of electric abilities as well. After receiving word from the Japanese branch based in Tokyo their last message was regarding a blue light, then radio silence. Based on it's trajectory we believe it's heading for the Japanese Alps. We believe the Second is heading towards Utah, and our own we're not quite sure."
Jumping down from the stage and rolling up his sleeves Thomas Newcastle opens his palms in the air, his ear piece glowing to signify the broadcast had started.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN of these United States with able bodies. I was not set to unveil these marvels until the time was right, until the world's governments could be trusted with such machinations. But we've been hit with a curveball and we need our best batters on deck. Maximus, my co-president and grandson has worked with these machines extensively since their inception and believes their ready for use, and he's ready to train those who are willing to pilot them. "
The floor of the building opens up, right in the lobby. From below rises a black man with a metallic armor on his body standing on a curved dome like platform. Looking around he takes a deep breath and extends one arm. Immediately a giant version raises from the ground in perfect sync, cracking the foundation with the edge of it's fingers
Walking in place the dome begins to rise with a heavy stomp, until finally revealing the full machine.
"We have a total of five of these machines based world wide. One in LA. Two in Japan-- Though with no capable pilots-- and this one here. Now if you believe yourself strong enough, capable enough to fight these things raw hide. Do it, we need you. But if you want to be in side one of our mechs, just step forward." With hands on his hips and eyes looking directly into the crowd with an absence of fear " Which one of you is willing to fight? "
Looking into a now apparent hovering camera he asks the question again, this time the broadcast going worldwide. "Which one of you is willing to die"
Meison Calidus, previous King of Atlantis, holds no sway in the meeting halls of Atlantis as the archmagistrate revvs the crowd with fears of their own, "The humans, WILL blame us for this! For Poseidons sake the beast came from the depths not far from three of our own clans! We ourselves can't even rule out inner treason. "
A man with black hair and a blue robe, sometype of priest stands, "This is the will of the gods! Man has had too much time to waste away the surface world. We deserve it, and this is mother Ocean giving us the oppotunity. I say we strike now!"
Yet another stands, a woman in purple scales, "No. We must view this with knowledge, not blind faith. Our sciences have come far, there are answers we simply need seek to make sure all sides come out the least scathed. Ours and the humans. "
Meison watches in a tattered robe leaning on one elbow, disgusted with the disunity of his people. Yet he notices the Japanese Ningyo tribe hadn't uttered a single word. Odd, considering they were not only the ones who stood to gain the most, but the most separatist of the entire empire.