In a confrence room nestled in the northern parts of the United states, delegates from all walks of life gather together, seemingly in a heated conversation. "We should have one of our military experts represent us! not only will they have combat experience, but they could even train up a useful platoon of soldiers to further bolster our power." One delegate, worn down by time, declares.
A more rotund delegate, balding likely due from constant exposure to stress, slams his fists into the table as he retorts, "Are you kidding!?, those meatheads will try to fight with every other power out there, getting us killed within the first week! We should send a diplomat so they can negotiate with the upcoming territory lords as we amass power and-" "And what? use nukes to preemptively wipe us all off the face of the earth? Think man! This idea of yours is worse then mine!"
The vice president pinches the bridge of his nose as he watches the two congressmen squabble with each other. "Enough. Neither of those are entirely feasible as we don't know what we are working with yet." The arguing duo cease, giving respect to the currently highest power hiding person in the room. The political leaders rack their minds for an idea, struggling to come up with a viable candidate. A younger delegate in the room takes the chance to speak up. "What about an engineer? Not only would they able to rig the territory with defenses, but can also likely reverse engineer what is provided to us by these deities."
The surrounding people furrow their eyebrows, contemplating how viable the idea is. The younger delegate begins to sweat a little, having not much experience compared to the political figures around them. After a bit, The vice president finally speaks up. "What's your name young man?" "James, sir" the younger delegate responds, making sure to pay what respect is due. The vice president stands up from the table. The others follow suit, listening intently for what the Vice president is going to say. "Well then, James, was it? I dare say you might have just saved the U.S a bit of trouble. Do you perhaps have a candidate for this role?" James tugs at his collar a bit as he says, "Well, I do, sir, but this individual is a bit...Unique." The vice president raises an eyebrow at the response but says nothing. After all, some of the greatest minds in the U.S history had their own quirks, like Nikola Tesla, A man who was so fixated on the number three he ONLY works in threes. "Well, Where can we find this individual?"
6 hours later...
A helicopter lands in an open grassy field, dust kicking up from the power of the slowly stopping rotor blades. A swat team bursts out of the flying vehicle, working to ensure the vice president's safety is guaranteed. The Vice president steps onto the field, taking in the view that appears ahead of him.
A sea of machinery spreads amongst the grassy plains, some rusted and torn apart while others looking relatively new. Behind this endless steel sanctuary is what appears to be a warehouse. The swat team fan out as the vice president enters. A couple minutes later, the swat team leader stands at attention in front of the vice president. "Sir, we found a large metal door with what seems to be multiple machines operating from behind the door. The other swat members are currently prying it open as we speak." No sooner does the swat leader finish speaking does a metallic creak emit from the distance. A shout soon after follows. "Captain! you might want to come see this!" The vice president follows behind as the captain heads over to his team.
Both men stand at the door, amazed at what they are looking at. Bird like drones flap their wings, a blue hue found on their undersides as they carry an unknown wrapped parcel. Serpent like claws stretch out from the ground to receive the packs, placing them onto a conveyor leading to possibly a forge, judging from the high temperatures emitting from the far side of the room, with a red light pouring out from the end of the conveyor belt. "Its quite rude to invade into someone else's workshop don't you think?" The swat team point their guns to the doorway with a man steeping out.
The man has a heavy build, with large arms and a beer belly, likely from his choice of profession and eating habits. A short grey beard lines his somewhat wrinkled face, scruffy, unkempt and slightly smelling of charcoal. The vice president begins to introduce himself. "Greetings sir, I am the current vice head of the united states, Matt gromwell. We are sorry for interrupting you but we came to-" The vice president pauses, the words no longer coming to him.
The strange engineer had lifted his googles off his eyes. They weren't normal eyes however, as both have black sclarea with red irises. Taking a second look the vice president realizes something. those 'eyes' actually seem to be more... mechanical in nature. "Amar, just Amar. Bio engineer and researcher. Now what is it ya want?" Matt snaps out of his shock as he continues. "Right. We came to you for your help. The entire United states of America needs you, Mr. Amar."
Amar crosses his arms as he retorts, "And why should I care? I had to fight tooth and nail just to get to where I am today. Nobody in this hellhole even bothered to give me a second glance as I was scrounging for food." The vice president shifts in discomfort for a bit, still thinking of how to convince the so called bioengineer into helping. "The united states is willing to pay anything for your help. The president will even have this documented to show that their is no trickery afoot." Amar Stares at the vice president, the strange metallic eyes piercing through him, as if digging in to his very soul. The swat team on standby tense, ready to fight if things go south. Amar then holds up three fingers.
"I have three demands. First, I need a bigger area to work with. Second, I want personal funding backed by the government to help with my projects once this is over. And finally, The orphanages in the U.S must be improved upon. The children there get all the things they need to live a good life. Do that and I will help you with this so called 'Divine war'." The swat captain steps forward, grabbing the older man's collar. "Listen here you crazy coot, no can demand ANYTHING from the vice president, so if you know what's good for you, you'll-" "That's enough, Vangel." Matt interrupts the angry captain. H then turns his focus to Amar. "I will personally ensure that your demands our met. A copy of the deal will be placed on your desk by tomorrow. Lets go." The vice president turns and walks away. Vangel follows suit, with the rest of his team right on his heel.
Amar, watching them leave Turns back to his forge, muttering "Stupid snobs, always thinking they can get whatever they want."
3 days later...
The leading figures of the world all gather in Switzerland, the neutral ground of the world. None dare to raise their heads or even speak as Infront of them lie seven grand Thrones. The god king of the Norse addresses the chosen leaders. "Now that we have the chosen champions of the world I will now explain how this will work. You seven will each come up to spin a wheel." As Odin says this, A roulette like wheel appears, the words unreliable to the champions from how many options their are. "You will spin these wheels Infront of the watching world to determine what spirit beast you will work with." The screens made of runes and light floats around the group, each showing what appears to be a flood of messages from countless individuals across the world.
[Japan will win this for our honor!]
[Bah! you cowards will have to cry some more as us patriots will prevail!]
[Why did this have to happen now though? I just wanted to get some free beer at Oktoberfest...]
Everyone could understand each other for the screen automatically translates to the universal language of the world. "Now then, may the Greek representative step up." A man in traditional Greek clothes steps towards the wheel. The man gives a prayer to the god king of Greece, much to his approval. The Greek priest then spins the wheel. It goes off a clicking sound, constantly turning. Finally, after a few moments, the wheel stops on a word: BOAR.
The man steps back as the process continues. the Norse had gotten the horse, India the peacock, Egypt a beetle, Japan the monkey, and China the snake. "Finally, the representative of the 'United States'." Odin states, his spear, Gungnir, tapping the ground. Amar steps forward as the runescreen displays constant messages.
[Wow, he surely looks like a heavyweight, that's for sure.]
[Look at those arms! is he a wrestler?]
[Forget the arms what's wrong with his eyes!?]
[Dear heavens, he has the eyes of an evil spirit!]
[Begone creature of evil!]
Amar pays it no mind as he gives the wheel a powerful turn. The wheel comes to a stop. Zeus roars with laughter as he see the wheel landing on the word TORTOISE. "Yahweh seems to be the first loser of this war. His land was stuck with a slow moving creature! HAHAHAHAHHA!"
[Lol, it seems the U.S. will be beaten by US this time!]
[Heh the 'Number one superpower' doesn't seem all that great.]
[Let's hope the poor creature doesn't get its shell smashed...]
The runescreen displays the countless jeers as the people of the united states worry on their survival. Odin, paying no heed to Zeus or the jeering s of the screen. "Now, you have one mortal month to prepare. do what you will with that time." Odin waves his hand, and the seven champions vanish in a flash of light.