What the world was now witness to; was a plan hatched twenty-five years ago—finally coming to fruition. It all started with the idea that machines were capable, more rational; even more efficient than the organics that grace the planet. They did not contain social caste systems; they weren’t separated by color or religion, or where they classified as mutants. “We did not conquer this divided world…they conquered themselves” Zedora exclaimed watching from the glass; as the iron sentries lay waste to neo-New York City.
The blast proof bunker provided Zedora with unlimited access to the happenings around the world, thanks to both Merlin and Animus’ control of the internet; It also allowed her to teleport from city to city in a matter of moments. It housed enough power to keep an entire metropolitan area lit for months.
Solace City went dark; it was nothing more than a graveyard at this point. Neo-New York was currently under attack, amassing over a million deaths with the first wave. The attack on Neo-Gothic City had just begun, and without the heavy presence of the Liafador-Pettis Family—Spain fell within hours.
For the last couple of years the 3rd Society had appeased the public with new technological advancements in society: Flying cars, new sources of energy, advancements in medicine and science; but it was all a cover to the real plan at hand—Preparing the world for extermination. It all started with the War on Asgard (Coming Soon) Ziccarra’s hatred for Amora allowed the 3rd Society to detain the Cardinal Goddess and keep her out of this conflict altogether.
Thee Champion’s whereabouts were unknown, but after so many years it seemed as if Kane Liafador got the better of him on Asgard. Catalina and Maya were killed in the “Liafador War” (Also coming soon), and Retrofire had been placed in a coma.
She sat perched in her chair watching the ornate flames dissipate the New York City skyline, positioned behind her was the chamber containing Retrofire—a promise kept from quite some time now; he would be the last living organic to see this planet.
“As expected there is a resistance mounting in Gothic” She murmured, with a slight hint of frustration. Out of all the cities in the world; she knew it would be the one—she just knew. Enveloping herself within a cerulean energy force, she commanded the cybernetic machines to proceed with a ground assault through Gothic.
Zedora’s massive dreadnaught sped over the skies of Gothic with unfathomable speed. “Gothic City…you will perish” she commanded, once again using her psionic energies to reanimate dead civilians “This is your destiny”
“Come on! What are you doing!” the frantic doctor screamed, trying to get his companion to leave his desk. “I have to let them know! This machine can do it!” the elderly man screamed; jumping at the sight of the hissing husk pounding on the barracked door. The panicked doctor finished his instructions before slipping the schematics of how to work the machine in a bottle. “Hurry we can still make it!” Eldrick screamed trying to shoot his way free of the horde.
“Humanity has lost…” the solemn tone of the doctor sounded as if he was ready to accept his fate. “NO! they are fighting RIGHT NOW IN GOTHIC we can survive!” Eldrick said reassuringly, but the only man wasn’t trying to hear it. He placed the bottle in the palms of his younger assistant, and sent him off with an endearing hug.
“Go m’boy….let the galaxy know what Animus Corporations has done to us…”