[center][h3][u][b]Apparently Not a Waste of Government Funds.[/b][/u][/h3][/center]
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Warning klaxons blared and red emergency lights flashed on and off throughout an underground facility hidden beneath the peaceful Coral City. Dozens upon dozens of staff ran to and fro through the dull grey halls, some even stumbling over one another as they desperately tried to go to their respective posts during this emergency. Never had the city -nay- the [b]world[/b] managed to face such an emergency of this magnitude. Aliens were invading the planet Earth. Humanity had always believed that they were not alone in this universe, but they hadn't expected their first contact with other intelligent life forms would be such an openly hostile one!

But the secretive Federal Department of Normality was always prepared. 

From the spillage of information regarding the existence of the paranormal to the very extinction of humanity as a whole, the FDN had plans A to Z ready for each situation...not that Earth needed any of them since the creation of the Department. An excuse that nearly de-funded the FDN several times in the past four decades. But now...now they knew that they weren't a waste of tax payer's money. In the command room there was a clamor of voices ranging from information of the attack to the current location and actions of the invader. Screens were showing the flow of data and live video feeds of the city, news broadcasts, social media, and even the strange metallic creature itself. 

Everyone was in a panic, all but one. The current department head and founder of the FDN. Retired Field Marshal Titus Ross. Hardened by years of experience both on and of the battlefield, the news barely phased the old man. Hell it didn't even stop him from smoking his pipe. With a simple wave of his hand, an intern handed him all relevant documents and records of the incident that occurred no longer than ten minutes ago. [b]"Hmm. A humanoid creature with the ability to use road signs to predetermine actions of things...we don't know the full capacity of this monster. We'll just have to send some of our best."[/b] A number of the staff paused and looked back to Titus. He couldn't have meant sending [i]that[/i]. Lumps formed in their throats as they waited for the words to come out of their leader's mouth. [b]"Sound for an evacuation order for the immediate vicinity of the monster. Send Grizzly-1 to the scene."[/b] A collective sigh of relief was shared throughout the command room. They weren't using [i]that[/i]…yet.
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Just as Sign Master reached the outskirts of Coral City proper, a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/27/2d/72/272d72afcf2a04692bfcd43a0375c863.png]looming figure roughly five meters tall[/url] stood in its path forward.

[color=green]"Greetings, hostile xeno-lifeform. Prepare for termination."[/color] its synthesized 'voice' blared, uncaring and monotonous, before raising an arm and emitting a focused nova of searing energy at the alien.