Godzilla Saga: CABAL Crisis

by The GRC Writers Group

15 years since the Worldwide SOS Crisis, the world has emerged into a new era full of new dangers and challenges. And yet an old ghost comes back from the graves haunting the Earth once more. Created by Squdge (on steam), and AxeO'War(on Fanfiction and on Steam)

1. Chapter 1

War, war never changes. Humans long for self destruction, cloaked in pursuits of wisdom and enlightenment, they struggle and labor to find ways to benefit their societies but to also seek new methods to indulge in self destruction of their kind. One day, when one man changed history, the world realized just how far it had gone, completely off the edge and teetering on the brink of complete collapse. Order and stability becomes necessities, gold and wealth becomes worthless glitters as food, water, shelters and semblance of normality become the new money of the new era. Because war, war never changes.

New York, USA, 2033

2 weeks after GDI-Orion War…

After the conflict had ended New York had managed to carry on as a city. Only, now a derelict city. The tallest of the skyscrapers in the city stretch up as far into the sky as they could reach either had their entire top blown off showing mangled rebar, concrete, and debris made from general rubble sitting at the tops in mangled messes. Many of the other buildings if not all had now some type of damage in it. If this were a broken window or a gash mark left by explosions during the war. Many of the sides of the buildings were filled in burt explosion holes either missile or perhaps some other form of explosive would create.

Throughout the city, the fighting during the few months long but devastating equivalent of a 3rd World War has left major population centers tarnished and completely obliterated. Most of the population now left homeless and their livelihoods gone in the fighting and their future blurry. By this point, the thought of seeing another conflict in their lifetime wouldn't be too far off.

The GDI and their adversary Orion's Sword by now have to answer for the destruction the both of them had a hand in. They congregated by the Empire State Building of the city, where a conference meeting room was organized for them with camera and surviving journalists to document the moment.

On one side of the wooden oak conference table were GDI and UNKCC delegates, the GDI members were dressed in US Army supplied ACU patterned camouflage outfits with peak caps. Some of them were in Navy Blue uniform and other variants of their baseline blue uniform to denote their exact service branch.

The GDI Generals of course were missing the legendary Scott O'Grady, the elderly general had passed away to old age some months prior to the war's outbreak, sparing him of the painful fighting.

"Gentlemen, as you all know, the state of the world is pitiful to say the least. Some less charitable will outright declare that the world is gone. As they know it that is. As of right now 50% of the world's surfaces has been left marred by nuclear attacks and radiation and casualties will mount from the fighting of this conflict. Unless we find a way to prevent future deaths." Declared the GDI leading delegate, an elder African American general with a baritone voice with grey short hair on his head.

One of the delegates for the UNKCC was John Reynolds th his back arched forwards still as he thought on the current situation. He himself despite his anger knew it was now in the hands of those responsible to throw their hand in. Lest the world meet an actual apocalypse. Currently this was where the world was headed into. "Well let's not forget that the nukes brought some big guys to the surface. And big girls. And when those two pair up it's going to be a bigger mess. Let's say the humans don't exactly own this planet anymore. Or we never really did." Reynolds stated to the GDI delegate.

The GDI General nodded before looking at this Orion counterparts on the opposite side of the table, with a projector showing them not the extend of GDI and Orion control of the globe but the amount of habitable lands left on the planet. Much to their horror, the coastal areas of the planet and some pockets left in the world were marked in blue, Blue Zones as GDI put it and the outlying irradiated but still somewhat habitable areas taking up more than 50% of the planet was marked in Yellow and the remaining 25% of the Earth's landmasses were marked in Red as unsafe for habitation. "The sad fact is while we squabble amongst each other to build Sci-Fi societies and achieve personal gains for and against a single man's dream, we're relinquishing the world to its original owners. If we're not careful, they might take it back." The general stated as he sat down and let the Orion delegates take in the sight before them.

On the map, they saw Western Europe, the Scandinavia, Greece and Poland were Blue Zones, the Balkans was Yellow Zone along with a vast expanse. The Siberia was marked in Red. The Russian Far East of Chukotka, Kamchatka, Japan and South Korea were Blue Zones of Asia while China was a mixture of Red and Yellow Zones overlapping one another. Australia's outback was completely Red with the South Eastern shores were Blue along with the US East Coast and South Africa, along with Alaska and the West Coast up to Nevada were Blue Zones. But the rest were either Red or Yellow Zones.

Seeing the kaiju suddenly rise up out of hibernation the Orion men and women there seemed to at least acknowledge their major involvement. To them still they were the perpetrators solely. An Orion Sword delegate of an age of about 40 to 45 looked back at the GDI counterparts. The man had slicked back short reddish brown hair, a large round forehead that pointed forwards, and a slightly downwards short round nose. His name however was only labeled as "Joe." "Then why squabble? Clearly there's nothing left to fight over, and if we do fight it's just going to create more problems. Why fight?" Joe said.

"We wouldn't be in this position if you didn't pull the trigger first. Remember that." The GDI general stated sternly to "Joe" as he continued the slide to show the damages in major population centers and how badly ravaged the world has become with sightings of Kaiju, Godzillians for the most part roaming around curiously at the sight of human settlements. "We can only defend and prevent this event to best of our existing capabilities. Therefore, we are to sign a peace treaty to end the existing conflicts between the two. Before humans are all dead." Said the General in a grim tone as he handed out a peace treaty document ready to sign.

The document stated some major points such as the total and unconditional surrender of Orion's Swords forces, the demilitarization of the major population centers, cooperation and diverting resources to control radiation and create "New Eden Zones" to support the global population in a stable manner. But the most glaring point at the bottom of the document stated that Orion and GDI forces were to merge into one global faction to better manage their resources.

To them looking at this damning requirement caused a distressful conversation between each of the Orion men there. Since the death of Grey his two second in command under him had since made a violent rivalry with each other causing more of the Orion faction to split into two. All that remained were between 750-1000 soldiers left in the head faction. Without a leader each of the soldiers, and personnel were lost. Joe was the closest thing to a reasonable leader, but he looked at the paper and sighed it. "Then I'll surrender for them. Seems like the only option lest we continue this useless arguing." Joe said. He looked back up to the GDI council and sighed. "So what now? This is all our mess, and we could very well be the only thing taping this planet back together." Joe said.

"As of right now. We are to ensure that the administrative bodies of each settlements can function properly with the continuing coordination and communication between smaller areas to help reconstruction. Further plans for rebuilding will follow." The GDI General stated as the GDI counterparts began to sign away the peace treaty knowing that they will have to live with their enemies with a Post Bellum mentality of the Great War.

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Washington D.C, USA

At that same time…

The National Mall has been severely devastated by bombing runs and air attacks as well as artillery duels between the two factions, casualties mount high but none more so than that of the Mecha units of both factions. The open space there was taken and used as a Triage center for Mecha Units of both the GDI and Orion, a sort of Neutral ground where all sides can bring their wounded to knowing that it was safer than their own sides. Rows and rows of blanketed dead were lined up with white sheets covering them heads to toes.

On their toes were tags and the doctors were closing their eyes one by one. A sight that seems all too familiar with that of a Great War from the past. "In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow, between the crosses. On rows and rows. That marked our graves, and in the skies. The larks still bravely singing fly." Uttered Girain as she sat by the national mall looking at the sight, recalling the fame World War poem of utter disillusionment.

She had changed from her earlier years, no longer was she a biomechanical mecha units, but rather a living Godzillians, with albino white scales with blue sapphire blue eyes, her armor too had changed from albino to a more crimson red with orange panel lines while retaining its MFS signature appearances.

It however had changed greatly, showing angular lines and more sleek high tech looking aesthetic with panels to help her emote from under the metal plates. There were also hexagonal lines on the armor plates showing off its high tech OctoCamo ability to allow her easy camouflage ability in combat areas.

She was looking at the resting Shiryu Rex on the ground who was still recovering from his combat wounds he sustained in the past two weeks. But no wounds was worse than the mental wound he had sustained recently and Girain felt herself guilty of inflicting them on him, she looked down on her armor, seeing the Orion's Sword emblem on her left chest panel and sighed out knowing too well the cause behind it.

After the two had become as brother and sister they had grown strong as two family members should be. Only after the war had ended Shiryu more than sustaining physical scars but bore scars of mental effect. He lay on the ground with his head resting while wearing his armor still. It had been two weeks since the war and he's already been displaying signs of PTSD. During nights the rex unit was heard occasionally growling, whimpering, and even barking, or worse yelping in high pitched voices. Girain herself felt unease when Shiryu might get up from his sleep abruptly or even suddenly awake altogether. Either roaring screaming or yelling. It could even get to periods where he's charging his atomic breath in his sleep just as defence. During these nights the entire family knew to either hold him down or wake him carefully.

She sighed out not knowing what to do other than listening to the news broadcast over the radio built into her head piece. As she listened to the broadcast, she heard the triumphant declaration of the GDI General calling an end to the conflict and the successful signing of the peace treaty between Orion and GDI forces marking the official end of the conflict. She let out a breath of relief. "Thank God...it's over…" She said as she rested her back into the torn out National Mall and looking up at the sky above, for a moment she thought she saw a golden eagle flying over head, a symbol of Zeus high on Mt. Olympus, watching over her, she who bares the namesake of his wisest daughter, Athena. "Nika." She uttered, "But what now?" She asked herself as she looked down at the sleeping Shiryu hoping that he'll wake up peacefully at least in the coming hours.

She then stood up from where she was sitting and went to have a walk around D.C seeing the destruction of the city and sight of a world gone in the blink of an eye. Occasionally, she stepped on a landmine on the ground, but the explosives were more like harmless firecrackers under her feet as they were designed to impede vehicles or maim personnel. "EODs will have a raise soon." She sarcastically remark. Soon she came to the areas of the Washington Monument and the nearby open ground of the World War 2 monument where the surviving Rex Units of both the GDI and Orion were gathered to catch their collective breath. She came towards the one in dark navy blue armor with a lion like mask on his face similar to classic Zoids figures. "Hey Stuka." She called to him. "I heard that it's over, they finally signed the treaty." Said Girain in a exhaustive tone looking at his face.

On closer look to Stuka he had an angular blue lion face while his optics were a singular amber colored glowing mono visro that was on the front of the lion face acting as his vision, and then angling down the side of his face in an angular way. He also possessed a massive pair of upper sabre tooth fangs in a dull yellow-white color. "Then are we at peace? As individuals? No longer simply rivals?" Stuka asked Girain.

She nodded to him as she gently hugged him in, giving him a tender embrace with both her hands wrapping around his waists and her head resting on his left shoulder letting out a soft purr. "Now we are free...we are at peace." Said Girain as she held him close to her. Despite the two being rivals and her being saddled with him during her time being captured and reprogrammed by Orion's Swords, she surprisingly enough develop genuine care and affection towards Stuka himself. Among the surviving Mecha units there were about 20 Rex Units all identical to one another with bland personality, courtesy of Orion Swords, and Stuka's squadmates. There was also an MFS Mecha bearing Orion's Swords symbol to witness the sight of Girain and Stuka like two love birds celebrating their survival.

This MFS Unit however was oddly similar to Girain in two ways. One was the fact she was purple, and bore a "Hera" chest name panel over a plate on her chest. Hera however also designed similar to Girain herself. Despite Girain looking much more advanced armor wise she also appeared to be similar to how advanced this Hera was as well. Hera sports what appears to be normal MFS styled armor. However, on careful inspection her violet/purple armor is much more advanced than MFS-6 armor. her cyan colored eye optics are longer and more sharp in appearance giving off a threatening angry glare rather than older MFS unit armor.

The red LED scars under her eyes trail back all the way to her cheeks. Her armor sports three sharp looking fins on top of her head pointing backward unlike MFS-3 to MFS-6 armor. More into her advanced design is how the armor looked to be crossed with a Rex Unit on certain points. Namely her lower arms look sharper and less organic compared to older MFS units. Her arms and legs sport much more angular looks to them sticking with geometric shapes rather than curvaceous organic looks. Her armor's dorsal plates also sport typical Rex unit design with there rectangular shapes.

Girain then let go of Stuka from the hug before kissing him gently on his left cheek and smiled softly at him. Showing her gentle loving nature towards him before walking over to meet up with Hera. The two had more connections than mere physical appearance, as Girain and Hera were genetically related, sister units with Hera being conceived from Girain's DNA thanks to Orion's efforts to compete with GDI's mecha units. "It's finally over. Peace at last, just not the one Grey envisioned but peace nonetheless." Said Girain as she cracked her neck and stood upright cracking her back. "Next thing I have to deal with is GDI High Command trials. They don't seem to take my requests regarding the Hyrdras too well this time." Said Girain in a solemn tone as she looked back at the 20 Rex Units of Hera, they were called Hera's Hydras, identical in appearances, almost like a Hydra's heads.

"No kidding sis. I haven't met you GDI guys yet. I really hope they aren't as bureaucratic or as slushish as I hope they are. I mean they wouldn't try you hard. You're their golden girl for years, and their basic superior creature. What will they do to trial you? I assume i'll just be fed to the boys." Hera said with a dry tone to herself as well.

Girain of course cracked her shoulders as she moved her arms around to crack her joints and keep her body functional. "True. But of course seeing that I was helping Orion beating GDI forces around the place, I don't think they like to hear about amnesty to former Orion personnel. But still, I gotta face them one way or another." Said Girain as she looked back at the Hydras, they were saddled with each other Girain and the Hydras and Hera. Not their ideal choice of partners and friends, but the most unlikely of friends and families develop a stronger bond than those who were the most likely.

The bizarre can sometime prove to have more substance than the orthodox. Girain can see some of her familiar GDI Rex Units interacting with the Hydras, namely Shiryu's children, Maquinyu, Zillaryu and his daughter Christine. "Hopefully I can convince them to let you guys resettle on the islands, the Rex Units, Stuka included need to rehab." Said Girain as she walked towards the Rex Units there with Hera.

Maquiniyu himself had the normal rex unit body and helmet. In fact they all shared their father's helmet appearance. Only Maquiniyu had a Normal Rex unit appearance, but instead of Shiryu's silver body Maquiniyu has a pale white colored body. Instead of the neon green highlight shiryu has Maquiniyu has orange colored highlights. Where Shiryu had the yellow colored highlights Maqiniyu's is black. He also has a large backwards pointed fin in the center of his head much like a MFS unit would. He also has yellow scar marks going down each eye much as an MFS unit does.

"Hey Maquin, how are the Hydras doing for you?" Girain asked her nephew as she hunched herself over to him before looking back at the Rex Unit next to him. The Rex Unit next to Maquin was labeled RX89, Girain however named him Romulus. The 20 Rex Units of the Hydras all had robotic designations and codes with Girain being the first one to be generous enough to them to give them simple names to easily remember them one by one. Sitting next to RX89 was apparently Girain's favorite of the bunch, PI93, named Pythagora by her.

Maquiniyu as he looked over at his aunt rose his head upwards in a quick lift upwards. Unlike Shiryu, when he spoke Maquiniyu appeared to have a Latino Mexican accent in a lighter pitched voice. And more hairs was Girain was used to this voice of his. "Hola tía Girain. These guys are really like talking to a brick yah know? I wish they would talk yah you, but all they do is stand or sit around like statues. Bastante raro. Ellos no saben cómo ser más habladores." Maquiniyu said to Girain.

"Si Maquin, but knowing your father when he first came to the island, I think this is understandable of these Rex Units. But you can help them get better too you know." She smiled at Maquiniyu and pet his head before continuing her visit of the Hydras and Stuka's squad, the sight was something that she had been familiar with during her time inside Orion's Swords. The robotic expression, the monotonous dialogues and feeling of isolation were prevailing forces that drove her to near insanity.

Despite having company, she never really had anyone to converse with save for Hera but even then, Hera wasn't the social type of character. "Christine, Zillaryu, how's your mother with the Rex Units here?" She asked her nephew and niece as she sat down crossed legged looking at Chiki and her two other children checking out the Hydras and Stuka's squad.

Chikiryu "Santa Muerte" La Roja as she was known was mother to Shiryu's children and his wife. After so many years he managed to find someone to love. Or they were built for each other perfectly. She however was friendly with Girain for the most part at least. Chikiryu herself was a female rex unit with the exact same Rex Unit body as Shiryu. Only her entire body was a black coloration with a glossy shiny finish. However, where Shiryu had his green colored highlight Chikiryu had bright red highlights. Her smaller details were a white color where Shiryu's were yellow.

However, her most striking difference was the fact she had a menacing Wolf like head. Her head had a triangular wedge shaped face, and on top of that just behind her heads pointed backwards she had a pair of backwards triangular shaped horn like ears that also uncovered slightly inwards. Not only was she a very angular wolf in her facial armor wise her helmet looked much like a B2 type bomber.

Only the wolf-bomber head of hers also came with a set of sharp looking jaws. Her jaws had a line of serrated robotic saw tooth like teeth. Each one pointing backwards on top, and on the bottom the blades point forwards. Each teeth had six sides and had a conclave 90 degree cut into the upper left. Finally she had a pair of sharp looking parallelogram shaped eyes of a glowing red color.

She however spoke also in a spanish accent much like her son Maquiniyu. Partly where he acquired the accent from. Her vice also had mid tone medium voice. She however lacked Girain's calm motherly tender nature. She sounded oddly dry, playful, and whimsical in her voice. Like a trickster, sly hacker or spy, or a joker. "Rex units A-Okay boss lady. Boy though it's like looking at a bunch of different version of my husband when we first met up. Boy though the head guys are going to grill you." Chikiryu remarked.

By Chikiryu's side was one of her grown children and Rex Units. Christine "Fury" Venus. She herself had a Candy red colored Rex unit frame. White highlights, and silver colored tints. She also has 50s style shoulder pylons with a red LED color giving her a slight rocket ship

Appearance. Christine herself spoke in a fairly light toned teenage voice a college student may have. "Yeah. They aren't exactly the most chatty. They look more like really expensive statues." Christine said.

And then there was Zillaryu "Peace Walker" Pax. Shiryu's technically first born child. He himself Appeared in a UNKCC blue colored frame of a navy blue color, and has white color highlights. the yellow highlights shiryu has are red on Zillaryu almost giving Zillaryu a police like appearance. He spoke in nearly the same voice Shiryu spoke. Somewhat more monotonous yet partially scratchy. "No. Not much response from any of them. This is how you met our dad correct?" Zillaryu asked.

Girain nodded to Pax as she looked to the Orion Rex Units as they stayed still like statues, occasional confused expression from them were seen as they awaited orders like their training dictated. But for the time being their orders, as Girain use to communicate with them, was to rest and relax themselves. All of them were confused unaware of who they were, not a single member of the Hydras knew what were they going to do with themselves as they were accustomed to being mindless lifeless machines for so long.

"Your dad when he first came to the island was...robotic, something that is signature of Orion but I changed him over time. But I think the important part is he changed himself and found something, a life outside of simply continuous battles." Said Girain as she lifted her head in the air looking at the clear sky with some smoke columns rising from the horizon, apparently she too had been drained of the fighting.

"I just hope I can do the same to these Rex Units, helping them live their own lives like Shiryu." Said Girain as she looked to Stuka behind her back. "Also we're heading home now. With the surviving Rex Units, of course I'll have to help them find a good place in the archipelago to settle down. The main one is going to get crowded." Said Girain as she stood up and stretched herself out. She head back to pick up Shiryu from the medical triage to help him come home with her. When she got back, it was a puzzle as to how she will wake him up, she took a moment to breath out a sigh before holding his right hand with her own before whispering to his ears.

"Rex..wake up...we're going home now, you need a ride with me?" She said softly to his ears and waited for him to wake up. Shiryu being a Rex Unit made from Jr's DNA was a heavy sleeper with loud snoring can be heard.

Shiryu still after so many years looked roughly unchanged appearance wise. In fact he looked not much older. His armor still looked just as sharp and just as brilliant since his first day of being alive. Or as alive as he could be. Finally him being the first Rex Unit and the originator of the entire line he sported a silver coloration for his body. He had an extremely thin genetically altered torso that was mostly a matte gunmetal grey color, and continued that gun metal colorationg for his metal armor ribs. On his chest were these gunmetal ribs six in number and three on each side of his chest. In between these angular shaped ribs was a silver colored middle chest pieces. His arms, long in their length, were the same silver color as before.

A small neon green highlight in the center of his upper bicep, and the back of hs forearm having a pentagonal star shaped green highlight pointing towards his hand. His hand also silver had black colored knuckles, but with one knuckle a yellow color. His neck was a mix of silver angular panels and armor. The middle of his neck sporting a silver panel, a circular panel in the center of the side of his necks, and a deep yellow long diamond shape placed arrow upwards over the circular shapes. His head and his famous shape was of course that long, angular stealth jet shape.

Girain sighed out seeing that he was truly a heavy sleeper but the rest was needed for him as PTSD has set in for him quite badly. She then gently lifted him up with both hands, the cyborg then positioned Rex on her back sleeping on her dorsal plates as she hunched over and held his hands dangling in front of her like a necktie before walking out to the LZ near the Washington Monument that had now been battered by various bombardments.

She gently set him down on his back by his family members before firing a flair in the air for his personal transport, a massive VTOL capable SR-71 Blackbird. The colossal aircraft was designed to be a Rex carrier to transport them from one place to another quickly, supplanting the older Herons that she had accustomed to.

Additional aircrafts were soon sighted alongside the SR-71s. These were massive F-35 aircrafts each designs to carry a Rex Unit all of which bear the Orion's Sword symbol on their airframe as they hover over the ground with cables underneath their fuselages dangling to hook the Rex Units under them. There were about 30 of them, just enough to carry the 30 Rex Units of Orion while Shiryu and his family were hooked up to the SR-71 to ferry off first.

Girain herself sat and waited for her vintage but no less effective Herons to come and pick up alongside Hera. The airfleet would then make a beeline from Washington D.C and flew across the US towards the Pacific Ocean. The westward trip had them flown over the ocean towards a Blacksite of the GDI and UNKCC, Monster Island Archipelago.

The airfleet once arrived by the GDI Mother Base there began to set down by the runway, one group of five at a time. First it was Shiryu to be disembarked with his family. Then the Hydras Rex Units one at a time then Stuka's Squad before finally it was Girain and Hera's turns to disembark. Once Girain got down on the ground she went to Shiryu's side to see how he was doing as his PTSD might be affecting his sleep cycles.

Thankfully this time Shiryu woke up while laying down on the runway. This was identified with Shiryu moving his long, mechanically slim, sharp, angular legs. His legs were digitigrade, bending backwards at a round backwards bend in his knee which had a bright circular metal axle. His robotic calves had another long diamond shaped thigh highlights.

His legs ended off at small talloned tip feet with a square shaped heal. His talons had a neon green highlight knuckle over the knife like stabbing talons, three in number. Behind his knuckles was a triangular prism shaped yellow ankle guard. His metal thighs were much bigger than the rest of his leg.

As he woke up he began to make a defensive growle. Both of his legs moved back and forth in a nervous walking motion while Rex himself stayed in place still. Not only that, but his tail wagged around up and down furiously and his arms swiped outwards anger and defensive all while he was still laying on the ground. He then shot up off of the ground onto his feet standing with his fist already in the air. He gasped in and out taking in deep hysterical breaths of air seemingly confused on his current setting environment.

Chikriyu sighed and stepped forward however quickly. She grabbed hold of Shiryu's shoulder and forces them downwards. She then grabbed Shiryu's face quickly so he'd be looking at her. She whistled to him and made him look optic to optic perfectly. "Rexy snap out of it man. It's me your wife. Stay with me guy." Chikiryu said taking dominance. Shiryu then shook his head out and looked at girain confused. "Wha- what. Wh-where?.." Shiryu stammered.

Girain was quick to take charge of the situation as she then tilted Shiryu's face to meet hers as she then took off her helm revealing her albino scales and sapphire blue eyes to him as she then uttered to him. "Shiryu! It's me, your sister. We're home now. We're safe. The war is over and...you did it...you killed Grey. I think you need to see a therapist, maybe go meet Drey he'll help seeing that he's friend of the family." Said Girain as she then gently let go of his face to allow him some personal space before standing back up and walked to Stuka's side.

She held his hand with hers before starting to lead him towards the hangar of the GDI Mother Base. "There's not enough room for us to squeeze everyone into one hangar. So we'll have to build a second base in the Archipelago." Said Girain to Stuka as she led him and the Rex Units towards the elevator of the mecha hangar.

Behind her was Shiryu who stood awkwardly still as he pivoted his head to look at Girain hold the hand of a former rival. Shiryu sighed out and watched as the 30 plus rex units from both sides followed behind Girain. After the war there was reason they follow her and now Hera who was also behind Girain and Stuka.

Only Hera caught up with the other two quickly and cleared her throat out to them. "So Girain. I still see your attachment to Stuka here is still up. I thought the base was getting to you and the sight of so many dull Rex units around you feel dull as well." Hera remarked as she turned her head to look at Stuka. "And not bad for you either. She does offer great birthing hips. Maybe a little heavy." Hera teased.

Girain was visibly blushing red as she heard this while holding Stuka's hand. "Ummm...uhh...don't pay much attention to that Stuka...it's just her teasing us that's all." Despite her stammering and denial, the sight was clear as day, when they took the elevator down with successive rides for each groups, the personnel inside the hangar began to take note of how many Rex Units they were going to have to work with from now on.

However some more cheeky members of the base took notice of Girain's hand holding of Stuka and took photos of the two together. "Alright update the damn board. We got a new competitor." Said one of the crew there as the man holding the camera scrambled out of the hangar to process the photos he just took.

The sight of the hangar clogging up with Rex Units was as predictable as ever a large and inconceivably tight squeeze as the amount of surplus Rex Units of both Orion and GDI now require new living spaces for themselves. "Girain we need you to hook up for the surrobot body! The Council is waiting." Said one of the personnel there named "Johnny" as he held up an agenda list for Girain.

"Alright Johnny tell them I'm coming...God this is going to be one helluva earful." Said Girain with a sigh and groan as she went to a wall with a cable to plug into the back of her head. The USB like cable jacked into a neural outlet on the back of her head where her neck and skull meet. It sent her into a dream like state where her eyes shut and her physical body stay still in one place. Her consciousness however was transferred from her Kaiju body into a surrobot. A human size robot replicant of her MFS armor.

The robot activated with mechanical whirring sounds and motor functions and actuators firing up as her optics flashed to life. The robot was different from her current MFS armor and body, in fact it was built with her original appearance in mind, bearing resemblance to her MFS-4 days with albino armor plates and sapphire blue optics. On the robot there were some blue panel lines on its chest and limbs. She looked back at the hangar where the Rex units and Hera were and waved to them. "Wish me luck guys." She said over the comms.

Shiryu looked up at the comms himself worried and depressed. His body language displayed him in such a way where his back was hunched over and tired looking while his neck was laso hung lower. He looked up to the comms with his optics and sighed. "Please have mercy on her…" Shiryu pleaded quietly.

Chikiryu herself walked up to Shiryu side and wrapped an arm around his body to ring him in closer for a semi hug. She herself looked up at the comms and shook her head out. "Come on GDI she was your big girl. She won us a war I think." Chikiryu said.

Girain then proceeded out of the hangar area of the base and went into a long hallway of the facility leading into the council's chamber. This was surreal for her, first time meeting with the council but the atmosphere felt like being summoned to the principal office for a child. Accompanying her was a rather young and handsome American Caucasian Colonel of the GDI. He wore navy blue uniform with a peak cap on his head that bore a GDI Eagle symbol clenching a rod of lighting in its talon and a wreath of olive branch in its other talon. "Jason, you don't have to try and protect me like this you know?" She asked him.

"I know but seeing that you gone through hell and back playing double agent and improvise like that...you deserve someone to defend your name." Said the young colonel as he walked with her holding a briefcase in his hand. It was like a lawyer or a defense attorney following her to court. "Thanks Jason. You know, your uncle Scott would have been proud if he were still here." Said Girain as she opened the door into the council meeting room. Before her was a round table with five members sitting in front and her seat was offered by the middle man.

"Now first thing I'd like to make it clear that...we are deeply grateful of your service, under extreme duress you have improvised and made various decisions that would certainly break any lesser man or woman were they in your shoes." Said the general in the middle, a bald headed Caucasian general in digital pixelated camouflage uniform with a slightly grey color. "However what we do want to know is that whether or not your request for...shall I say...amnesty to the enemy Rex Units come from some outside factors? Is it your loyalty is wavering? Or Orion's Programming damaged your mind?" The general asked her with a silent but apparent pressure coming down on her back as she sat in front of them with Jason sitting next to her.

Back at the hangar, Shiryu and his family were watching the hearing from a holographic screen showing Girain to be in a precarious situation with some paranoid generals questioning her. "Sir, if I may. The reason why I request for amnesty to the Orion Rex Units, namely Stuka Squad and Hera's Hydras comes from my...sympathy towards them. You remember when Shiryu first arrive here?" She asked him, to which he nodded his head. "That's the reason. They have no clues of who they are, what they are or any semblance of individualities. Killing them won't do them any good let alone us. After all, can they defend themselves from any reasoning?" She asked the generals there.

One of them to the right side of the headman who was smoking a Cuban cigar look at her showing his age and elderly, somewhat senile appearance with grey hair, beard, and a pair of spectacles. "No they can't...obviously not. Similar to how Shiryu, your quote on quote 'Brother' was when he first came here. What we want to know is, what do you intend to do to them? And can we trust you with that?" The man asked her with a British accent as she was silent for a moment before trying to come up with an answer for them. The tension back in the hangar was rising up as they feared that one poorly worded statement of Girain could spell doom for her and the Rex units she brought back by extension.

"You see...the intention I have for them is clear...from what I've experienced with Shiryu, I wish I can spread it to them, offering them a chance to live outside of battles. In fact, you can say have less troubles in the future with the Hydras and Rex units if they are free to know their identity and who they are in general." Said Girain as she looked up at them. The council remains skeptical with her however as another general, this one was an African with a distinctive Nigerian accent spoke to her.

"As far as I'm concerned, we have no idea how deep Orion's Sword computer programming goes and whether or not do they have subroutines or even worst, sleeper codes implanted into you without you knowing. Therefore, for safety and precaution, we decided that it is best for you seek psych evaluation. As of now, you are retired from the GDI and free to live on the Islands as you please. However as for the Hydras and Rex Units, we will need time to consider their fate. We will also take your intention to consideration." Said the Nigerian general as he had a stern look at her stiff metal face.

Outraged by this Jason stood up from his seat and bellow out his objection to the council's ruling. "General, I object to this ruling! Considering what she had been through in times of war from the Saradian Campaign all the way to the Orion War, I say she made some serious ethical and battlefield decisions that not even I can decide. In context and circumstances, she made the right choice!" He shouted out to the council as he balled up his fists opening his briefcase and tossed out a file folder to them that labels "For your eyes only."

The leading general picked up the cardboard folder and opened it up to inspect its content, he saw however were maps and files Girain had captured of Orion's Swords known facilities worldwide and their resources as well as Rex Units training program. There were also maps of troops dispositions and other intel treasure troves that the GDI would benefit from.

"Not a single one of our agents can find this. And yet she pulled off one of the greatest intel coup ever in history. Her service to us is invaluable and you can't underestimate it!" Jason Grady stated with a sharp tongue and a stern stare. But his defiance of the council was stopped when he felt Girain's metal holding his shoulder. "Jason...forget about it...I've been serving the GDI so long I haven't been able to settle down and start a new life myself. But I appreciate your effort to defend me." Said Girain as she stood up and slumped her head down before making her way back to the hangar.

Hearing Girain's sentencing all the way through the comms Shiryu looked on at Girain anxiously as she walked slowly into the hangar on her own. Shiryu walked up to the white colored surrogate unit and slumped down more. "So that's it Girain? They won't acknowledge the strategic advantage you had? That does not appear as fair."

Christine walked up to Girain and looked down at her with her own confused tilt. "Come on aunty! They are a bunch of angry men! Grope them by the danglre. Cojones mom says! You can't just give up here!" Christine argued. She herself was breath in and out in a nervous fashion she looked over to Shiryu and tilted her head to see if he would argue here. He however could not.

Girain's physical body then woke up as the surrobot powered down as she disengaged from the USB lock on the wall to look at her family members. She sighed out helpless at them. "It's no use, there's no point in convincing them. They'll think of all sorts of reasons to block me anyway. Hmmph! Stuka, I'm sorry for failing you...If there's anything I can do for you...let me know." She said to him almost like giving off a sob and rested her head on his chest. But before the drama could unfold further, they heard the voice of Jason Grady chiming in.

"Wait, listen, I'll take the Hydras and Stuka's Squad with me. My brigade could use some Rex Unit supports just in case you know. Beside...Girain...you're the closest I have to a loving wife. I love you for that." Said Jason over the comms to the mecha units. The statement caught Girain's attention as she looked back at him behind the glass windows of the observatory. "Thank you...Jason...I love you too." Said Girain with a smile at him as her MFS-7 armor lifting some panels to mimic her smile underneath.

Hearing their romantic speech however, Shiryu seems to move his head lower to the ground feeling slight discomfort trying to figure out how a godzillian and human would even work in a relationship. Very confused, and perverse thoughts moved into his mind trying to figure out logic in this. Only Chikiryu seems to have the answer to Shiryu's thoughts. "Que dulce. El va a ser aplastado." she seemed to tease to Girain. Hera herself snorted a bit hearing and understanding the comment.

"Well as for you guys, Shiryu and family...just throw them a bone with psyche evaluation thing. If I can prove Stuka's Squad and the Hydra's worth for Girain, it'll be worth the risk." Said Jason as he smiled back at Girain as she began to take off her MFS Armor. Unlike the older MFS-6 armor which needed to be put on one piece at a time, the MFS-7 seems to disengage its locks quite fast and effectively before the back of the suit flipped open with various plates and panels move aside to let Girain stepped out.

What they saw was her hands having hexagonal panels and smooth skins Shiryu's X-Rays visions can tell that Girain had been subjected to obligatory augmentation by Orion. It was necessary but by no means a voluntary process. "Well Shiryu...guess this is goodbye to you. But you know where to find me, crystal mansion East Beach." Said Girain as she then gave his forehead a kiss. She then walked up to Stuka and held his hands. "Stuka, can you come with me to the Crystal Mansion?" She asked him gently.

Stuka looked down at his hand and tilted his head confused for a moment. He looked back up at Girain's eyes and nodded slowly to her in agreement. He brought himself to turn around to the elevator in the GDI base. "I believe this would be within R&R classification Girain. Proceeding to follow." Stuka said as he turned with Girain.

Shiryu behind Girain was heard making deep sniveling sounds as he began to sob. Despite her living on the island still it seemed like again him and her were to feel so far apart. Not just that this felt like an unjust punishment to Girain. All his life he'd been watching Girian joyfully rervere with the GDI depsite some occasional threats that test her stress and her anger. Despite anything that happens he knew her to loyally serve the GDI as a whole. This felt like betrayal to Shiryu in some way still. "F- fare- goodbye Girain for now… Thank you for… All that you do…" Shiryu said sadly.

"Goodbye...Rex. I'll see you again soon." Said Girain as her eyes began to glisten with a tear droplet slowly dripping down her cheek as the elevator raised her up to the surface with Stuka. She kept waving goodbye to Shiryu before finally disappearing from sight on the surface. "Sorry to hear that you have to leave and retire Girain. It's been a pleasure working with you. Good luck big girl." Said the Mecha Traffic Control tower of the base as the operator there watched Girain walking away from the elevator site of the hangar towards the exit of the base. She had known the place for so long and the pattern of entering and exiting it that by now it felt like a lifetime was coming to a close for her as she strode on the marked path for mecha units.

"I know what it feels like, to have the only life you knew coming to an end and all you can do is watch. Sometimes you look back and wonder if you could have stopped it." She said to Stuka while holding his left hand with her right and walk along the beach of the island towards the crystal mansion on the Eastern Beach. "I'm worried about what will happen to the Hydras, you and your squad as well. We may have been rivals but still...you were the first I would call a friend in Orion's base." Said Girain solemnly as she walked with Stuka, feeling the wind and tropical breeze on her albino scales.

Stuka himself walked rather robotic still as he held her hand. His face was always directed forwards at what ever was in front of him. He sighed out and gazed on anything that was ahead of him without making a remark on the landscape ahead of himself, but thankfully knew enough by now to tell Girain wasn't feeling as well as she should be still. Rather he knew after being retired early she was feeling her place in the world was a mystery of some type now. "I as well feel… different. Not an enjoyable feeling. I want to know my next objective." Stuka said.

"I wish I could tell you too. But honestly...it's so mysterious even for me." Said Girain as she walked with him towards the crystal mansion of the island. The structure was an impressively large mansion ripped right out of the Scarface movie. With a large staircase made of crystal with the surrounding garden made from the same material as the rest of the mansion. It glistens and shines in the sun with all its purple and navy blue glory. The trees and plants were obviously tropical with palm trees and other bushes to decorate the front. "Maybe...your next objective is...spend a day with me in the mansion." She remarked to him with a slight glance. The language she chose was deliberate to invoke what he understand the most.

Girain came to the crystal door of the mansion and knocked on it to let the residents inside know who was visiting the place. Inside the mansion, a navy blue female Godzillian looking almost identical to Heisei Gojira Jr walked out to the front door and looked into the peephole of it. She saw that Girain was outside holding Stuka's hand and gasped upon seeing her sister home. She quickly opened the door to greet the albino Godzillian. "Girain, you're home! Oh God I just got off the phone with Jason and I heard everything about you and getting kicked out." Said Giryia as she hugged Girain in a tight bear hug, lifting her twin in the air slightly before letting her down.

"It's really disappointing that I'm being laid off like this. At least I can spend some time to settle down on the island and you know...pursuit something else." Girain sighed out and let Giryia shook Stuka's hand albeit slowly as Giryia was still unsure of what Stuka would do here in the mansion and holding Girain's hand all the way back to the mansion. "So uhh...Stuka right? How has Girain been doing these past weeks?" Giryia asked him nervously. She had grown to be more like a loving mother over the past years than a sarcastic aggressive fighter as she looked at Stuka's face. He can tell that her eyes were gleaming with uncertainty and doubt alongside a dash of cautious skepticism about Stuka and Orion's treatment of her sister in their ranks.

Stuka tilted his amber glowing visor dowards as he looked Giryia in her eyes. Despite looking a lot like Jr she still was thinner given her feminine stature. Just not as thin as Shiryu. Stuka himself though for a moment and looked back into the main aisle of the mansion. "Athena- Girain has appeared to be undergoing stress issues, and general temperament is at an imbalance. Detecting higher blood pressure, heart rate increase, and general mood more aggressive." Stuka said to Giryia.

Giryia gasped hearing this as she grew more concerned for her sister's well being, knowing that the stress of war and captivity and even worse, pressed into service by Orion to win their war would have no doubt cause some serious mental scars and trauma to Girain. "Oh no...did she...did she…?" Girain shook her head to Giryia and held her hands up defensively to her sister to show that non of what Giryia fear actually came to the worst of them. "No...I...didn't go into a blind rage. But I did have some serious depressions. It was a war so I can't just shrug it off like nothing. It spares no one." Said Girain as she looked to Stuka and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Thank you Stuka." She said before looking back up at Giryia who nodded to her.

"Alright…*Sighed*...at least you're home and safe now. Come on in you guys are welcomed to stay however long you like." Giryia stated dryly as she led them inside the mansion into the living room with a view out to the open sea. The place was made from crystal with the furniture like sofa, table, bookshelves and TV all made from crystal even the phone was made from crystal itself. Stuka saw a crystal version of the translator device Girain and he wear during communications with humans. Apparently the phone was wired to the GDI base for quick and easy communication almost like a hotline. The sofa itself had its mattresses and pillows made from a soft synthetic material that felt soft and comfortable but also surprisingly durable.

Looking at the various pieces of decorating the place was also oddly lively for being a kaiju's home. Stuka in the main hall saw that the hall ended a double staircase. The entire entrance hall was a red crystal color, by the crystal was so smooth and so finely made it looked more like glass. The staircase at the end of the hall also mimicked Scarface alarmingly well. The red color and how the staircases curved slightly inwards leading to a balcony hall on the upper floor look near legitimate as a massive model. It even had a massive crystal gold statue of three human women in togas holding up a round gold globe with the title "The world is yours…" Which was written in a neon red color wrapping around the globe.

The balcony area at the top of the stairs led left and right into two separate halls and had a black colored double door made out of glass crystal leading to a more private office it would seem. On the bottom floor Stuka looked and the world is yours fountain again and looked to the right seeing another hall, and just to his own right saw a kitchen area. Of course it was made of mostly white crystal with some of the appliances looking off pink. Namel a double crystal fridge, a grey crystal stove, and pink cabinets that hung over the stove, and to the left and right. All of these were to the right, and to the left was a table with at least 8 seats, and finally around the room were large crystal clear bay windows.

Finally to Stukas left he saw a hallway leading to double glass paned doors that led outside. However just behind that left hall to Stuka's left was the man cave area. It was clearly an entertainment area due to a massive black flat screen crystal TV, some purple and blue crystal couches, what appears to be a pool table, and finally a bar to the room's left gave the impression it was a man cave. It all asked the question who made this all. "Who was the constructor of this shelter?" Stuka asked.

"Oh that's my adopted nephew, Krystalak. You know the crystal mutant who helped Xenilla back in around 2008 but later betrayed his dad. I was surprised that he helped Giryia bring Xen home to the island and built this mansion for them. I can see that he's a blessing to Giryia and Xen. Much more creative and wiser than Xenilla ever was." Said Girain with a sigh of relief and her tone seem to have an uplifting feel to it showing just how proud she was of her adopted nephew. "He may not be a Godzillian like us but at the very least he is a role model for Xen." She finished as she offered Stuka a seat on the sofa next to her before Giryia brought out a tray with with fresh water and ice for them. "There you go, you guys have fun with each other. I'll be hunting for food in the area for dinner." Said Giryia as she went out to the open harbourfront of the mansion and dive into the Pacific water to hunt for whales and giant sea serpents.

Girain sat down next to Stuka with her hand on the crystal remote control of the massive flat screen TV and switched it on to see if there was something to watch with him. "Let's see what's on the news then. We've been making headlines so much we barely got time to see how the public reacts." Said Girain as she switched the channel from the current Fairly Oddparents NickToons channel to a more serious channels such as CNN, ABC, PBS and so on before finally whine up in a news segment of VICE News interviewing a field commander of the GDI at a local checkpoint somewhere in Philadelphia. "I'm here in Philadelphia's outskirt at a checkpoint called 'Lima-21' run by the GDI. Hours ago, the peace agreement was signed between Orion and GDI concluding the vicious and bloody world war, now the GDI men here are expecting Orion stragglers and survivors to turn themselves in for processing." Said the French accented journalist as he held his microphone to the GDI Major commanding the Battalion checkpoint. "Major Wilson, can you give me some comments on the situation that you're facing here? What do you think will happen next?" He asked.

The GDI Major, dressed in an Army UCP camouflage pattern outfit with grey and white pixel pattern and a leaf symbol on his helmet denoting his rank as a Major of the Army. His tactical vest and Improved Infantrymen Protection Gear sported horizontal lines of equipment pouches, ammo bandoliers and grenade holsters for his signal grenades. He held his binocular in his left hand as he pointed his index finger out to the areas beyond the checkpoint's barricade. "Well...uh...as far as I can think of right now...we're not so sure if the agreement will last given how little time have passed. But I think they (Orion) will have some pockets holding out, some stragglers might come here willingly or some others will just run away and throw their uniforms." Said the Major as he waited with the Journalist of VICE for signs of Orion's Swords troopers come out of hiding to the checkpoint for processing.

As Stuka and Girain watch it seemed it took a near eternity for the peace message to reach around anyone. Finally after about so many hours of waiting the Orion Sword soldier came out of their hiding areas. Hands raised of course. Any GDI check points however also saw convoys of Orion transport vehicles including IFVs and APCs. Truly now the war had concluded. It was clear though the world physically was not in a state that seemed survivable.

"Alright get a head count I want full weapons and hardware check and thorough accounting of content." The Major said on his comms as the GDI troops began to sort through the Orion soldiers weapons and equipment before guiding the Orion into the checkpoint of the GDI's Eastern Seaboard base in Philadelphia. The convoy seems to have all the usual weapons and gadgets of Orion Sword hauling inside of them ranging from various auto cannons, surveillance equipment, launchers and other hardware.

The paramilitary force was truly a force to be reckoned with, leaving impression on everyone even without pulling a trigger. Another channel showed pundits talking about the future of GDI-UNKCC and what their intention with Orion's Swords. Girain sighed out as she felt like the world was going to have the runaround with news circles going in and out again and again with its various military obsession.

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Back in the GDI Mother Base, Jason Grady was now in the mess hall of the place with various other personnel and servicemen having their meals. Most of whom were either UNKCC or GDI as the place was their turf. The rowdy grunts were more into celebrating with cold beers and red meat. While then Jason himself opted for a more quiet table away from the epicenter of the party goers and enjoy his little meal. On the mess hall's wall however hung a large board with emboldened font written in marker ink that said "Girain's suitors".

At the top of the list was Jason's photo, below him was the new competitor Stuka being added to the list, below Stuka was Kiryu/Goji with a photo of the now fleshy Godzillian with a rough and slightly pudgy dark charcoal snout. Below him was surprisingly enough Nicholas Williams, then Digit and Dusty sharing the same spot and finally it was Eli Baline. Some of the men in the Mess hall were seen wearing their "Team Shirts" with Team Jason wearing Blue shirts and Team Nicholas in Navy Blue. While then there was only one member for Team Eli.

The whole competition seemed to be bizarre and absurd to outsiders. Even Eli himself thought competing for the love of a massive kaiju was somehow insane, and he fact he was competing with other kaiju was equally as crazy to him. He still felt hurt however knowing there was only one person on his side being so awkward normally.

However, the only reason why this competition was happening, and why Girain seems to be looking for a different love interest was seemingly due to issues laying outside of Girain's relationship with Kiryu/Goji. Years in the past the GDI and UNKCC as a whole faced off with a different organization. One different from Orion's Sword, and much more secretive. The event ended off however with Girain losing Goji after using cells of the Anubis kaiju to revive him.

The cells having many regenerative factors caused Goji to go into another rogue state of mind. Only she recalled Goji's eyes going a pale white color, and his mind controlled by the cells of the supposed deceased kaiju. At the end of the event Kiryu/Goji blamed his mind controlled and injured state once again at the fault of the humans, and this time on Girain feeling betrayed.

The horrific incident left a dent in Goji's and Girain's relationship in an imperfect state and for Goji to have new mental issues surround his life. Now since then the two have grown apart. Occasionally having arguments by the beach. Once or twice in front of Goji's great grandchildren past by the sands of the white beach on the Eastern side of the island. Despite this though Goji held onto the MFS-3 silver armor.

During the events of the Orion War Girain under the Orion command felt compassion for the blank Stuka due to his helpful and still somehow tender nature despite his mental disabilities. It confused her even more seeing her heart separated into different states. Love shared between different beings.

The other two Dusty and Digit were another former Orion creation of the past. Their first MFS Units. They were used in place and made from synthetic component due to the lack of the necessary blueprints for an artificial womb. However, much like Goji and Girain of the past Dusty and Digit were made with real skeletons. These skeletons being taken from the hibernating spot of the kaiju Ray. As the Orion personnel there they recalled an odd cave system covered in the skeletons of 5 different Godzillasaurs.

Orion collected these and transferred the bones to their bases. In the bases they went through an artificial organ generator or semi womb that could turn melted rubber plastics into synthetic flesh. Only each of the organs needed to be made one at t time. The result of this were male units Dusty, Digit, Asiimov, Sapphire, and one female unit Emerald. Digit was a red urban camo MFS-4 units, and much like his name stated he was colored in white, grey, and red digitized camo over an MFS body. Dusty however sported a tan colored desert camouflage finish. Since then though even these MFS units were upgraded to type with real flesh like Girain and Giryia now.

Jason who was sitting by a quieter table with Eli, eating his meal of beefsteak and vegetables and a carton of milk looked up at the UNKCC Geneticist with a cynical expression. "Tell me about it. I maybe the self professed fanboy of her but they just don't know when to quit with shipping thing. Next thing you know they'll make a love hexagon of everyone involved." Said Jason as she took a slice of his beefsteak and nailed it down with some vegetable and ate them. He chewed the meal slowly and in a relaxed manner before swallowing them. "I mean after all, we may have our fun banter and flirting moments, but we don't take it seriously. Do you?" He asked Eli before glancing over at the man next to him who was Nicholas Williams and Scot Osborn. "What about you Williams? You don't take this whole competition thing seriously right?" He asked his UNKCC counterpart.

Nicolas himself was eating a double cheeseburger courtesy of the GDI cafeteria. Yellow cheese slightly melted over the sides of brown cooked beef, and with green pieces of lettuce sticking out of the sides. Nicolas himself had aged slightly, and since 2022 had been placed in charge of a newer UNKCC division simply titled the UNKCC Rangers. He himself still had his long curly brown hair, but in time had lost his right forearm due to the Ray incident.

He himself was wearing an odd suit of armor similar to the torso of an MFS suit of armor. Gun metal grey in color the armor had the picture of a bear standing up in a yellow pentagonal prism with a pointed side downwards as the emblem and logo the Rangers chose. The armor chest wise looked alot like Kiryu's and even sported the same shiny black wiring in between the plates of armor.

Only it was slimmer to match human male proportions and licked dorsal plates. "Gee you think Jason? They're making me feel really uncomfortable. Never asked my name to be placed into the list of men good enough to be the lover for a giant cyborg reptile…. No offense to her since she's still one of our best allies. And sure she is pretty cool." Nicolas said carefully.

"Pretty much the point. At least I'm the one holding the top of the list so there's that. Consider it like a distraction more than anything." Said Jason as took a sip from his milk carton and stretched himself out before looking back at Osborn. "You know Osborn I wasn't kidding when I told her that she's like a loving wife, the best one I can ever dream up in all my life." He let out a slight chuckle as he organized his tray together after his meal and wiping his mouth with some paper tissues.

"See I got a wife back home, Carleen, 38. She just a really weird housewife coming out of the 50s. Curly brunette hair, perpetually frozen smile, apron and dress. She doesn't like it whenever I talk about Girain at the dinner table with the kids. Even just a bit of mentioning her name." He shuddered however with his expression turned pale and even somewhat like shell shock, domestic life for him was a weird experiences, one that seemed out of time and out of touch with reality to the point of it being cartoonish for him. He held up his phone to Osborn and Eli showing them the photo of Carleen, a caucasian woman in her late 30s. Her smile was apparently stuck in an eternal glee that Jason would rather call "Stepford Wife smile", after the novel of the same name. They saw a cyan dress and white cotton apron apparently coming right out of the 1950s.

Even to Osborn the picture seemed off. Her smile seemed to be way too forced and happy to him. Osborn as well had aged since 2018 and 2019. His mustache just above his lip had grey streaks mixed into his normally dark mustache. Above his head on the left and right he started to lose some hair as well forcing him to wear a ballcap with a red logo fo the Atlanta hawks. As usual though he had a tan vest over a long sleeved red. His curved nose and his brown eyes seemed to remain the same though. "Uh son I think your wife might be living in a different time period. That or that is the single most committed woman I have seen stay with the style of the past. I'm not sure frankly if I'm supposed to be bothered or charmed by this." Osborn said.

Eil himself had trouble eating his noodle soup as he looked at the picture. The way she looked at the camera straight on with a plastic picture perfect smile bothered him. "Does she have a disorder, or does she prefer life as such? And what of your house? What does this look like, and how doe she prefer the house?" Eli asked a bit dazed while Nicolas stared at the picture entarcend with how surreal it looked.

Jason of course made a rather disturbed and shivering tone as he stated what he experienced in his domestic life. "Well to be honest she always clean the house and leave spot less...spotlessly clean that is. Suburban home, white picket fence, green lawns and grasses. And they're all equally 2 inches tall and that's it. What's stranger is that whenever I got home...she always got that glee for me with a freshly baked Apple pie ready for me." Said Jason as he looked back to his phone and flipped through the various photos showing them a yellow wooded suburban house painted in creamy white colored walls with white picket fence on the front.

The balcony on the second floor was hanging an American flag with Jason standing in front of it smiling as best as he could while his wife kept her frozen expression while holding his left arm with her right arm tucking on it. The family appears to have three children, a teenage boy with dark colored hair flowing down his back, a middle daughter apparently 12 years old while then the youngest daughter was apparently 7 years of age. The family didn't have any pets whatsoever but it was clear from Jason's forced smile expression that he wasn't enjoying the domestic life he has.

Nicolas himself was great at reading body language. Being with the UNKCC for so long he studied how kaiju emoted to each other and how they would attack humans. Thankfully for him many godzillian body language was similar to humans as well. However, when it came to reading other people there was certainly something off with Jason's forced smile. "As much as I would love a pie each time i get home… Dude I have to be honest man. There really isn't something right here. I can see you freeze up a little when you shudder." Nicolas said as he squinted at Jason.

"Tell me about it. She's weird and it creeps me out. Heck she even campaigns to shut down my kids schools and she got the goad to declare its 'For saving our budget, hunny.' Can you believe that?" With a bit voice mimicry he tried to capture the essence of his wife but it sounded rather strange even for the UNKCC top figures. As he gave them the impression of a stereotypical housewife in movies about the 50s than an actual woman. "That's why I feel like Girain is much better as a wife if I can marry her. Beside, my daughters love Girain to death they even collect figurines of her." Jason chuckled a bit as he brought his tray away from the table to clean up.

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Las Vegas, Nevada.

Far from being a target of importance during the Orion War, Sin City remains the shiny stop on the road from New York to Los Angeles. The Vegas strip was still open for work despite the war ravaged states in the country. Refugees were seen pouring in on the outskirts running from radiation and war ravaged lands and took to the casino and work there. However, the party goers of Sin City casino were about to have a tragedy.

On the 12th floor of the Dante Casino building, a party was being held by random people in the city with the usual galores of beverages, alcohols and other assortment of part decorations. Music and dancing were on the top list of part demands as the attendance party the night away. Little did know however, a member of the party's guest list was standing on the balcony of the place holding a glass of Bordeaux in his hand. He was a caucasian man with a moustache on his upper jaw and blonde hair.

He wore a pair of aviator shades with a classy white polo shirt and a suits over it. As he stood on the balcony smoking his cigar, he failed to notice someone behind him. He didn't know who it was assuming just another party goer as usual but this one was far from a simple party goer, the person crept up behind him with both hands gloved and pushed him off the balcony from behind. He fell down in a long and hard fall, smashing his skull on the pavement of Vegas, killing him instantly in the process leaving the crime scene for the police to investigate later on.

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2 days later…

Jason was back in the GDI Mother Base of Monster Islands, inspecting the various changes that were coming to the place with the first thing on the agenda was the arrival of Orion's Swords ex members to the island. He stood by the harbour of the main island looking out at the sea for any ships of Orion's Sword coming to the island with jumbo jets overhead flying towards the base to disembark the Orion servicemen and personnel, bringing with them the funding, equipment and various other needed tools to construct a second Base in the archipelago for the Rex Units. "You know Hera...I guess Girain teach something that nobody in my neighborhood did. A beautiful personality makes the ugliest face charming." Said Jason with a sigh as he stood on the dock in front of Hera.

From a nearby beach, Girain sat with Stuka looking out to the East in the same direction as the harbour of the base. She was having her right hand wrapped around his waist with her palm resting on his abdomen while her left hand was resting on his chest plate rubbing him in circular motion. "You know Stuka, I learned a hard lesson once, a long time ago, not to get too deep in any relationships too quickly. Otherwise I might end up hurting myself."

Stuka kept his amber glowing visor tracked and looked firmly out at sea watching for any Orion remnants that may have been late surrendering. He scanned the horizon line continuously in a silent state hanging from his former human allies to turn themselves in still. However, he still made sure to listen to Girain's emotional state despite his personal mission to keep track of the horizon line. "Who may have hurt you Girain?" Stuka asked.

She sighed out to him recalling the painful memories she had of Kiryu/Goji as he called himself. "It was Kiryu...you know MFS-3 Kiryu. When we first met, I thought we were meant for each other. For a time it looks like it and we even got married. But that was when it all turned sour. Not long after...we were fighting this organization, SEELE if you recall. I was using the Cell from their Kaiju named Anubis to revive him but...well he gone mad and I nearly lose him. I Injected the Vaccine into him, saving him in the process but he suddenly blamed me and the humans then our marriage fell apart." She let out a sniffle as if she was going to cry recalling the details of her life turned for the worst. She still couldn't believe it that she worked hard to save Kiryu and being cautious only to be turned away by him. And his unreasoning tendencies left her with a gaping hole in her heart longing to be filled again by someone who understood her.

Stuka would then see that on the distant horizon freighter ships, frigates and corvettes of Orion were steaming towards the harbour of Mother Base, each one of the ship hoisting their white flags to show that they were surrendering. The flotilla was noticeably lacking in combat oriented vessels instead most of their numbers were placed on transports and barges hauling important supplies and necessary equipment for building a new Mecha Base on the archipelago that Monster Island was located in.

Notably among the Orion vessels were stealth insertion vessels that looked to match Orion Sword's usual advanced style. The vessels were a flat jet black color and looked to match the center of a B2 bomber in their body. Either a B2 bomber, or the etrie body of an F-117 bomber. It was skating across the water as if it were cutting through it. The entire top was mostly flat, and angled on the sides making it look like a massive trapezoid. The front of th vessels was slated in a point forwards. Seeing this again made the GDI appreciate the stealthiness of their former rivals. However, on top of the vessels stood many Orion Sword soldiers. All of which were dressed in darker more stealthy colors.

Closer look through observation showed that many of the lower level men wore full masks over their face in a balaclava under an advanced hooded gas mask. Their eyes and part of their face was still visible thanks to a lear slanted angled window just above and behind a long gas filtration system. The filtre placed normally on the left side. Some of the men even had a tube going to the circular mouth piece that led to an air tank of vios dull colors strapped to their backs. Their uniform however consisted of flak jackets and grey fatigues normally. Other lower rank soldiers wore black helmet with orange goggles over their eyes, and a simple balaclava or bandana. Others wore tan colored military grade vests with many gadgets, magazine holders, and pockets while under uniform was a black coloration.

More higher ranking elite soldiers however wore something much older and much more different. They bore similar armor that wore. Round helmets with a completely solid black visor hat barely shined any light. Many of the helmets had a light patterned that stayed down both sides of the odd helmets while the backs of the helmets were also rounded. The overall uniform however were strikingly different.

They wore heavy padded jackets of dark colors while also wearing heavier round shoulder padding and long sleeved pieces of armor. Even the pants they wore seemed thicker, and according to the soldier matched a certain color scheme. Some of the sleeves and pants were an olive drab color with different shades of levy camouflage. Other soldiers possessed dark navy blue sleeves and pants under their black jackets and padings. Others even hand tan colored pants and sleeves as well and the under jawed part of their round shell like helmets a striking difference to their much darker armor.

Stuka tilted his head upwards,and stood up on the beach gently giving Girain reason to move away slightly as he saw his human allies jon back at the archipelago. Despite being so drained of any kind of emotion Girain felt part of Stuka's body tapping against her. She looked and saw his tail sliding back and forth on the ground in a wagging motion brushing sand back and forth as if part of his subconscious told him to celebrate. Something familiar was coming to him. The best Girain could hope for was the soldiers abroad each of the vessels could be agreeable, or more importantly the Gojira family didn't find so many vessels approaching the island a threat.

Girain looked to Stuka's face as she stood up with him with her hand around his elbow. "You should go now. Say hi to them and help get the place in order. I love you." She smiled warmly to him as she planted a kiss on his mouth piece pretending that she was kissing his lips to show her love and appreciation towards him for his helping and friendly nature towards her despite the circumstances they were in. She then let go of him to give him the freedom to move back to the base.

Jason blew his whistle to the former Orion personnel and servicemen as he held his right hand up to the side pointing them with an index finger at an office with a wooden placard sign on it that said "Force Appropriation Office". "Alright listen up, report to the force appropriation office there and keep your weapons and dogtags to yourself and don't get lost. Until Technicians and Engineers head to the left and report to the Mecha Service Branch office. Let's go!" Said Jason as he then watched the rows of Orion soldiers and personnel moving out towards their offices.

They were very robotic, emotionless much like their own Rex Units, all of which Girain would call a mental projection of Grey himself on others. He then turned back to face Hera towering over him with her shadow casted on him. "So Hera, what do you think we'll do now for Girain? High Command wants a 'Psych Evaluation' on her just to see what does she have to say is legitimate." Said the young colonel as he held his peak cap in his hand.

Seeing so many of the Orion soldiers arrive, and talk amongst themselves in a droning quiet murmur Hera herself scoffed. "Well that's if they care enough to give her that evaluation. Or smart enough. Jason keep this in mind. You're sending a human to check the mental status of a kaiju almost 100 times bigger. If I was the guy running the evaluation i'd be either concerned about sparking that rage we have, getting on her bad side, or something worse. Believe me we as a species are so diverse. And as such complicated. Unfortunately for your therapists they need to look at the body language and nonverbals of a different species when they were trained for human people. Really now. She would be better off taking therapy with another kaiju. Only we can't take notes of a creature that can't speak human language. You see the issues, or do i need to run through all of that again. I'm quite wide with the amount of possible issues that can come and make trouble. Shouldn't be too hard for a therapist to understand a giant creature right?" Hera quipped.

Jason of course held up his hands defensively and waved them in front of her. "Nah I don't think you need to go through them again...but…" He suddenly paused mid sentence before looking around again then snapping his finger, he let out a "Eureka" expression. "Girain did tell me of a doctor on the Island, friend of the family. I just need to tap Rex to take her to him to have a psych eval there and him to file in the paper and me to sign it then it's her back!" He jumped up in the air making a "Woohoo" whistle in the air at his idea to the particular conundrum.

He ran his hands down to a Codec radio device and tune it to Shiryu's frequency with a rotating dial. He kept his hand on the transmitting button sending out radio transmission to Shiryu who will hear static before Jason's voice cut into the radio grainy static sound. "Shiryu, come in. Pick up buddy! I think I got an idea here!" Said Jason over the coms to Shiryu's HUD. The first ever Rex Unit can hear the sound of Stuka walking back into the base behind Jason.

Hearing Stuka Rex looked back at his former Rex unit adversary and tilted his head perplexed as to why Stuka was back so soon in the GDI base. However, seeing Jason's signal to him Shiryu shook his head out and sighed. "Is there a current situation? I assume there is a new situation given the amount of Orion Sword soldiers.. In this base currently." Shiryu seems to complain.

"No not about the Orion guys. The Human Resources are handling them. It's a hotfix solution to your sister's problem. I think. I need you to take her to...what's his name again? Drey...Deyformular? Deyformer? Anyway take her to Drey and get a Psych eval there then file a report back to me so I can sign it and clear her name." Said Jason with an excited and somewhat encouraged voice apparently he was showing some confident in the idea that he had just come up with to help Girain. However, he glare at a GDI rookie who was holding a recorder device near Jason's mouth apparently recording his words to update the competition. "Not one word Private." He snarled at the private who made a nervous smile and stepped back away from him slowly with the recording device in hand.

Listen to the kaiju to which Jason referred to Shiryu nodded his head understanding clearly who he meant. Shiryu grumbled nervously however, and looked away from Jason. To Jason however it was odd a massive 100 meter tall weaponized kaiju was averting his attention from Jason's face. Even stranger was the uncomfortable groan Shiryu did. "Y-yeah… You mean Deyfolmar. He lives on the moth shaped island to the east with a tribe of others. The tribe somewhat affected by other entities. And the doctor who…. I feel uncomfortable." Shiryu omitted. He placed his hands closer to his thighs getting closer to his lower region.

Jason on his end nodded to Shiryu as he finished the call. "All right I'll catch you later since I got something to do. But good luck with the plan. If you need my help for orchestrating the whole thing just let me know." Jason would then walk off into the interior of Mother Base to see the Orion surviving high ranking personnel that were being integrated into the GDI's Mother base of the area. The young aspiring colonel sat down by a table with Osborn and Reynolds knowing their grudges with the Orion faction ran high, especially with one chief engineer. "I know what you're thinking shoot the damn bastard who stabbed you guys in the back but really we're not thugs with blood debts." Said Jason as he sat down in his chair and moved it into the table.

The chief engineer of course was the infamous man Wallace barringer. The man however was the most notorious to the UNKCC. As Osborn recalled when he was stationed with Shiryu at the Miami base in 2018, Grey somehow convinced Wallace the best way to retain a worldwide peace was to give Shiryu over to Orion control thus hacking him and creating a hijacked Rex Unit. Now he was surrounded by other Orion personnel while Osborn made a fierce glare still feeling a grudge to a man that nearly nuked the world. Despite this without Barringers' engineering their would have been no Rex Units. Barringer himself was large, and stocky. A grey colored rough berah around his larger jowls while he had short grey hair on top of his head. He however did have some nervous feelings looking back at Osborn and Reynolds there. Namely however with Reynolds more. "Right. Now if I could simply have a fair treatment, and a clean slate despite previous actions-"

He was however interrupted by Reynolds voice booming over his. "Right. You join the UNKCC, not warn us of the from black ops division, same black ops division becomes a paramilitary, and then you somehow realized you used to work for these guys, accept them, and then cause a valuable unit liene to become quarantine and result in Miami being partially turned to rubble as well as Tokyo." Reynolds reminded.

Jason of course came prepared thanks to the fact he was forewarn by Girain and his uncle of the notable figures of the Mother Base. He wore a pair of earbuds to shield his ears from Reynolds booming torturous voice. Once Reynolds rant came to an end, he gently lifted the earbuds up from his head but kept it in hand just in case if Reynolds throw another rant. "Well in a word I can't expect to grant you fair treatment considering you backstabbed us in the past and left a major population center in ruin and the name of the Rex Unit lines marred in controversy that Shiryu can't defend himself from. In a word you dragged his name in the mud, asshole." Jason snarked in a manner that's strikingly similar to his uncle Scott O'Grady. "That and the War left us one helluva mess that's too much to handle if it goes further out of hands, we prefer you didn't do it in the first place. Now we have that out of the way, we jump right to the meat of the potato. I.e your position here. I understand that you know the Rex Unit's engineering better than anyone else right?" He asked.

Barringer looked to Jason, but before giving his answer he frowned puzzled on how to make a more honest response. Given he helped design the Rex Units and was a more integral part to them he knew his side of the answer would be biased. Besides that the entirety of the Orion as a whole gave him ore of this biase. "I'll say they are hard to surpass in their advanced stature. Not to say they are invincible mind you. Compared to the population of Eva type units and MFS frames the Rex Unis are harder to produce, and more expensive. Just due to how much they can do. Taken into account how fast an eva can be built they may come off cheaper and faster to produce, but the result is an unstable cheaper unit. Logically it takes more eva units just to dispatch a single rex. One is more sturdy, and the other a walking piece of loose flesh. I'll let you decide on who is who." Wallace stated.

Osborn himself rolled his eyes. "Well it's in my head now that the evas aren't exactly the best unit. 9 times outta 10 I'll go for the Rex units. And yes this is biased. I helped get Rex on his feet, and I said by him all the way until I came to this island and I still stand by him. He's not a feral animal like the evas, and he can speak to us. You should be talking more pride I think in the design you made. The way i see it the evas are like Yugos. Or Gremlins. Or maybe even Pintos." Osborn said.

"Well car codes and designation aside, we have something for you to sign. Consider it a Helot contract if you are cynical. But at least there's a light at the end of the tunnel for you." Said Jason as he brought up a briefcase that was sitting by his feet and opened the case to hand out a document to Wallace to read. It wasn't written by a human of the GDI strangely enough, copies of the same documents were handed out to various Orion surviving VIPs to read as they saw it as a "Amnesty Service Agreement".

The bullet points outlined in the paper stated they were to consider their familiar jobs but different objectives as "Civil Servants up holding public trusts." as well as a more demanding note boldly written as if to emphasize the whole sentence. Suggesting the writer was quite frustrated or angered by something while writing it. "ALL REX UNITS ARE TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT TO THEIR PERSONAL INTEGRITY AND DIGNITY. BETRAYAL OR OTHERWISE HIJACKING AND HACKING OF REX UNITS WILL BE MET WITH SLAVE LABOUR ON THE ISLAND'S PRISON CAMP." the bottom of the document had a signature and name of the writer as "Girain Athena Gojira."

Wallace knew this small detail was written specifically for him. Or at least it seems to be written for him. As such he huffed out through his nose and looked back to Jason. "No reason to call slave labour by an ancient term. Except i don't see anywhere here a light at the end of the tunnel for me or the rest of Orion's Sword. At least to me. Some of the other may see some type of benefit here." Barringer said as he looked back to Girain's writing. "And I can see clearly the effect Orion had on those who were not initially involved. She reminds me of a civil right activist. That or an animal right activist depending on how you view it" Barringer said. As he spoke however Reynolds glare intensified as well as the man mumbling. "Just sign the damn paper…"

Jason however made a smug "pfft" as he chuckled a bit at Barringer statement regarding Girain. "Trust me you ain't seeing nothing yet. When it comes to her, she's a lady you'd want to marry in a heartbeat." He blurted out in a cocky manner and felt himself turning pale by the statement. He now felt the need to step away from the table for some reasons. An excuse was needed but he can't quite thought of one that was legitimate enough to warrant his departure. Until his phone rung. "One moment please." Said Jason as he walked away from the table and went into a private smoking room to pick up the phone. He found on his iPhone 23 screen the call came from his eldest son, Tommy.

"Hello Tommy? This is not the time and if your mother is lobbying to shut down the schools again…" He was cut off halfway through his sentence however when his son Tommy on the other end replied to him in a more dry and indifferent tone. "No dad, it's not mom getting out of the kitchen again. It's your friend Harry Silverstone. You know, the guy who said that mom looks like time traveling housewife? He just died." Said Tommy with a slightly cracking voice, an indication of puberty was setting in for him.

"Wait what? Harry? He's dead?" Jason asked seemingly shocked and horrified to hear the news. "How did it happen? He didn't just...did he?" He hesitated for a moment before hearing Tommy replied to him again confirming his fear. "Yeah he really did it. I heard from the cops that he got drunk and fell off the 12th floor of Dante Casino. Misses Silverstone is going to have a funeral in three weeks. Just saying dad." Said Tommy as he held the phone up in his hand looking at his mother cooking in the kitchen. "Anyway I'll see you soon dad. Bye." He bid his father a goodbye, who in turn do the same to Tommy and sighed out apparently feeling something ominous over him. He exited the room and went back to the table to continue the processing of Orion's high ranking officials. Barringer, Reynolds and Osborn all could see that Jason himself was not looking very healthy after the phone call.

Thankfully for Jason he saw the various Orion high ranking officials accepting the facts they were to be serving for the GDI. It was after all the war they started. This was the least they could do to repay the entire world. A temporary service to the GDI. Only Barringer looked over to Jason. "I expect though for the GDI and UNKCC to abide to a fair and equal treatment of the Orion men and women here. They did after all grant the GDI POWs some equal treatment during war time." Barringer stated in a firm stern voice.

Jason nodded to Barringer as he cleared his throat to Barringer. "Right, I'll keep that in mind and in respect of Girain's service for the GDI, I'll keep both sides equal and clear of troubles. That's all." Said Jason as the men concluded their meeting with a feeling of being relief and a mixture of uncertainty as they have to find their positions in the world.

At lunch, Jason was seen sitting by his table eating his meal as usual but he wasn't very lively or talkative like usuals. He was looking at an old war photo he had in Iraq. In the photo there he was in a US Army uniform circa 2014 with a Major emblem on his helmet.

Around him were 6 other men, commanding officers of his battalion in Iraq. He noticed something was quite strange, over the past 8 years, he noticed his friends dying from "accidents" one after another. With the old friend Harry Silverstone gone he was the last of the command staffs of his Battalion. Something was not right for him, he crossed out one deceased member after another till there was only him left, his eyes widened, realizing what this meant.

A serial killer going after him. "Oh shit...I hate when I'm starring in my own thriller movie. And I'm not a last girl either." Said Jason as he swallowed his breath in a grim gulp. Nicolas Williams would notice this while the newly arrived Orion members were greeted by the sight of the Board with the listed Suitors on it.

"The fuck!?" One of the Orion men yelled as he looked at the board confused. It was clear many of the Ex-Orion soldiers were taking the post way too seriously. Many already thought of this as some type of crime against nature while other tried to understand how a working relationship like that would even work.

Nicolas came in close to to Jason and frowned in an embarrassed and still persisted way knowing his former rivals were viewing his name on a board for lovers of a different species. Nicolas slumped as he sat down and grumbled. "I never asked for my name and picture to be up on that damn board. If they damn see the leader of the rangers is on board to be a Kaiju lover they are going to make some real damming comments." Nicolas complained. He stopped however and turned to the picture jason had with him. "Uh. War pics?" Nicolas asked.

Jason nodded slowly but didn't raise his head up to face Nicolas apparently still deep in his thoughts and thought process. "Yeah...war photos but...something's not right...they guys in my old Battalion just keep getting killed in accidents over the years. All too coincidental. I think I'm next...someone is trying to kill me...there's only one person I would trust for my safety." Said Jason as he looked back at the board seeing that his name was still on the top and some of the more confused, dense or perhaps too serious Ex-Orion members were still talking about it. "Sign up for your teams if you're cheeky. Next list is Hera's Suitors!" Jason declared cheekily as if to distract Orion members and perhaps Barringers with his own brand of humor before walking away almost like dropping a mic.

He went into the observatory of the Mecha Hangar where he observed the Mecha units, mostly they were Rex Units with Hera being the only MFS unit left in the place to guard Girain's MFS-7 armor that Orion gave her. He sat there with both hands held over his nose pondering his thoughts. "Uncle Scott...this is what you have to do everyday in your life...let me pick up where you left." Said Jason as he grabbed the mic of the hangar and called the Mecha units by name.

"Uhh Hera, Stuka, Shiryu can you guys lend me yah ears for a minute? Listen...I need to meet with Girain for something personal, one on one, face-to-face with you guys as well. Something serious just happened to me but I think Doing it with you guys is better." Said Jason over the loudspeakers.

As they were asked to come over to Jason Hera herself felt there was a definite change in pace and tone with the way Jason asked her to come over. "Ah. That's better than just being ordered. Just the small things that this advanced unit appreciates from you smaller humans." Hera said in a playful tone.

The same could not be said about Stuka who with the massive expanse of the island to himself now felt confused by the freedom he had with him. The hud he had allowed him to see a colored border line the GDI programed into the mechas to show where the base started and ended, and where the official kaiju territory was. He looked back to Jason silently before moving over to the observatory.

Shiryu took the order as he usually did. Never feeling forced, or like a machine. At least not with how Jason seemed to nervously ask for help. Shiryu himself nodded his head slowly before making his way over to the observatory. "Affirmative. What's the current issue?" Shiryu asked in a concerned, and almost aggressive voice. His war may have been over, but the nervous side of Shiryu still remained.

Jason cleared his throat over the microphone, sending out a loud, high pitched pulsing sound akin to Eli Baline. "Sorry." He nervously said. "Anyway the point is I just got a call from my son that...my old friend just died in in Vegas after getting drunk. I think someone is trying to kill us off one at a time. So I'll need to see Girain since I trust her with my life." The young colonel stated with apprehension in his tone knowing that Chikiryu might cut in or bellow out some teases at him.

"You also have that thing Eli does whenever he tries to speak on a mic. Fix it since I don't need to guys making microphones squeal." Chikiryu said as she placed her hands on her hips before sighing. "I think though we are safe. We are kinda taller than a guy that got drunk and pushed off of a balcony. I could keep you safe though. I can just put you in my thigh compartment like a little toy until those pendejo baddies go away. Oh and if they come. I'll crush them. Just not with my feet or my hands." Chikiryu said.

Hearing her nature again however Shiryu cleared his throat out in an embarrassed way as he got closer to too Chikiryu. "Uh. Negative. She won't do that. To you at least. I hope." Shiryu said with a more high pitched tone while directing his otics vision over at jason.

"Look I know that she didn't mean that literally. Point being is that whoever is killing my pals, I have a feeling that if they really want me dead then they must be crazy prepared to take on you guys as well. Sooooo...can you one of you guys carry me to the crystal mansion to meet Girain?" He asked them almost like he was pleading like a desperate puppy or a rather desperate man trying to win approval of the woman he loves at the prom.

His request however was met with Chikriyu laughing loudly. Her right arm wrapped over the back of Shiryu's neck and dragged him in closer to her. Much to Jason's embarrassment she pointed at the watch tower as Shiryu himself was wrapped into this. Thankfully for Jason Shiryu was still not into much of a laughing mood.

However, Hera came over to the watchtower and held her hand out for jason. "I think the GDI needs to invest in new vehicles. Or make a path to go from place to place. I can carry you, and I promise i won't squish you. Much." Hera said resting her massive sized hand down on the base's balcony just on the outside. "I think this will look silly for the both of us anyway. Any kaiju seeing me carry a human in the jungle will certainly be perplexed. Oh and i can't imagine how those rowdy men in the base will react when they see you in my massive clutches." Hera said. All this did was cause Chikiryu to laugh louder.

Jason then stepped out of the observatory and vaulted over the balcony's railing onto Hera's hand and let himself sit down on her palm. "Oh trust me, I already told the Orion guys we'll be starting a suitor list for you Hera. Let's see if they join team Stuka or any other guys on the list." Said Jason half jokingly as he sat down comfortably on her palm before letting her taking a walk out to the elevator of the hangar.

Looking back at the crowded hangar where the 20 additional Rex Units with Stuka's Squad were made him felt like they were being imprisoned despite the supposed freedom they have. Perhaps they lack the courage to exercise their freedom he thought. "The mansion is big enough to let Stuka's Squad or the Hydras to stay there. Beats a crowded hangar anyway." Said Jason as he and Hera went to the surface via the elevator of the hangar.

Hera on the surface let her armor shine in the sun. Thankfully for Jason she stepped and walked forwards rather gently on the ground. Possibly due to what orion had done with her. She walked into the treeline letting each of the leaves of the various irradiated mutated plant life glide against her shimmering armor. "This is relaxing though right Jason? Just a tiny man in the hand of an elegant evolved beast of a cyborg like me. I think when we get to Girain's mansion I'll treat myself to more luxuries the base here can't give. Maybe a luxury shower. I'll let you watch too if you are that curious about what we look like." Hera teased.

Jason of course snorted out slightly embarrassed to hear such a tease and outright daring play by Hera. He had learned from Girain and wartime intel report that Hera was a sexually playful Godzillian but to hear it from her directly was a massive shiver for him. "Oh please I don't think I can bear such a sight…" He blushed brightly red as they moved through the jungle towards the mansion. The moment they arrived, Hera would see that glistening shiny crystal mansion was quite a sight even for Kaiju, a literal Scarface mansion sitting on the Eastern Beach with all its crystalline glory. And to think that this was Girain's home and she opened it for visitors everyday.

Hera herself walked past many square shaped fountains filled with glistening clear water. The square were arranged into a square shape in a number of four, and in the center of the squares another humanoid statue stood up. It of course was made out of a marble like crystal givibeing it a glistening white color. The pools and ponds themselves around the front of the mansion were made of a white colored crystal material white the only thing that did not appear to be made from crystal was the tiles made up of red stone.

Hera continued walking still impressed by the craftsmanship of the mansion The place even sported some hedges and palms of various types assorted ina type of garden. A square one of course. "Someone really has a keen eye. The Scarface mansion was one of my favorite part in that film." Hera said as she walked up a small flight of stairs to the front double door. She tapped her metal knuckles on the door while still carrying Jason in her palm. "Can't wait to see Girain's face when she sees you in my hand." Hera teased again.

At that moment Girain was seen inside the living room apparently working on a map of the archipelago taking notes of various locations around the island chains. The main island she noted to have been full with moth shaped island being inhabited by the Deyfolmar tribe and the Kaiju doctor himself. There were some additional islands to the Southeast of the archipelago that were not inhabited yet and some more to the South and Southwest have yet to be claimed by anybody.

She heard the knocking on the door and went out to the double door of the mansion and opened it up, surprised to see Hera coming to the mansion with Jason in her palm. "Hera? Jason? Hey it's nice to see you guys here. Come in! Come in! My sister is out on a picnic with her kids on the Moth shaped island so I guess we're free here. So what's up?" She asked in a friendly manner as she welcomed the two into the mansion towards the living room of the place.

Hera walked in of course and was greeted with the sweet smell of the mansion. Partly to due with the crystals, but how Giriya keeps the place clean. Hera looked over to Girain as she stepped into the mansion. "It would seem we have some issues sis. Oh. Not between you or me, but pretty boy seems to have made a connection. And it looks like he isn't entirely safe." Hera said.

"Jason? What happened?" Girain squinted her eyes in surprise as she brought out some glasses of water for Hera and herself. Jason of course was too small for them to drink but she handed him an improvisation with a straw long enough to sip from. Even that it was still a miracle if he can drink from the mansion's giant sized furniture. "Something came up...See, I got a call from my son saying that my old friend Harry just died in Vegas. Drunk and fell off a casino according to the police but I don't buy it." He then set the photo he had with him on the table and it was practically too small for Girain to see with her naked eye.

She picked up a crystalline magnifying glass and hover it over the photo to see the details that Jason made noticing how each one of the Captains in the photo was crossed out with an X and date of death attached to them. Hera herself can see with her MFS suits optical magnification system showing the first one was 2022, then the second was 2025, the third one was 2027, the fourth and fifth were 2029 and 2030 respectively. Each one of them were tagged with a accident cause to them. A strange pattern was rising from the finding. "Odd...all of them died from an accident and nothing else, that and each of them died some two or three years apart from one another." Girain commented as she stroke her chin, finding that too much coincidences cancel out the theory of a coincidence.

Seeing the odd pattern Hera brought up her hand to her chin and scratched for a moment thinking of the connection here. "Strange indeed. I see though each death was placed 2 to 3 years apart from the other. And accidents. You can't have several men just die from accidents when they knew each other. One other thing is you were all military." Hera said looking down at jason. "Do you think you had any rivals? Besides the people shooting at you of course." Hera asked.

"Well to be honest I did have rivals but they were way too high on the chain to care. There were a bunch of generals who commissioned me in the Pentagon to work on a Cruise Missile project once. But they booted me off soon after. I recall that my pals and I were not particularly well liked by them and they want to rub us out for not giving them the missile design they want." Said Jason as he scratched his head finding this rather perplexing to say the least. Girain of course rubbed her chin as she began to grow suspicious of the mystery presented to her. "Hmmmm...in the long run of things, I have a feeling that your old pals were doing something or were aware of something and they got silenced by it. Just a hunch but I know enough people have tried this route before. Nevertheless, I'll protect you no matter what Jason." Said Girain as she confidently promised him. Jason nodded to her and extend his hand out to shake her finger.

Seeing the friendly action however Hera felt the urge to snort trying to stop herself from blurting out in laughter. Jason's tiny human hand shaking Girain's massive claw. "I hope you have rad resistance on Jason. To be fair this is honestly adorable. Tiny squishy human shaking a robust massive kaiju." Hera commented think back on the statements Grian said. "I wonder who would be dumb enough to try fighting an entire force of kaiju on this island." Hera said.

Jason shrugged back at Hera as he stood on the table. "Who knows but whoever they are. I have a feeling that they'll be armed to basically take on any kaiju or Mecha Unit on the island. Best be ready that is." Said Jason as he hopped back on Hera's palm before looking back at Girain. "By the way, psych eval is off, whatever's going on here I think you'll be needed to handle it. I'm going to get some intel and when I'm ready I'll contact you." Girain nodded to Jason as she listened to him closely. "Got it Jason, good luck and uh don't die on the job otherwise some poor souls will be put on the Board." Said Girain as she was seemingly aware of the dreadful state that any person in the base will be in if they were on the board of her suitor.