2457 A.D.

When the oceans disappear, what will we find beneath their depths?

The walls tremble at the sudden impact. Suckers, a whole lot of them. I lift my right arm, the mech responds in sync. A little red button glows under my thumb, I press it and stand my ground as wave after wave of starspawn creep towards us. Fully charged the railgun releases it's projectile like hellfire. Sick black blood flows like an avalanche around me and my crew.

"Thomas, I need heavy fire bearing eleven o' clock!" I shout into my communicator.

"There's too many coming from behind, advise tactical nuke."

I give the order to base. A small mushroom cloud appears on the horizon behind us.

"R'lyeh aint goin' down without a fight." George says over the the radio.

"When the Earth ran dry and the oceans turned to sand, we didn't run, we are not running now, copy?" I take a look at the clock, soon.

The ground shakes and shatters under our feet. A monstrous beast of infinite chaos crawls from beneath an eldritch tower. Its mouth tentacles reach toward the sky and let out the scream of a thousand dead species. I can't help but glimpse the madness. Crimson fills my vision, I have to...

"Base...abort mission... He's awake." Then reality unfolds.