The Loyalty of the Lonely Dog
Chapter 1It bathed in a shine of diamond light, the only thing that could reflect the intensity of the suns rays in this world of nature. Some would bare it with the name of nightmare and others would call it a savior. It was humanity's attempt to put itself in the shoes of its mortal enemy, constructing a weapon that looked like it. It was a machine built to render the playing fields fair for mankind against their oversized enemies. It was no different than a knight wearing a suit of armor to defend the village from the menacing dragon. Mankinds down falls could be routed back to their hopes of relaying on their cheap tricks to shadow their weakness. Though, they had nothing else to relay on.
What was there to protect them, now had fallen through the cracks of its own dangerous energy. Humanity couldn't keep relaying on something else to protect them, something that could have destroyed them too. Even if they tried their best to kill what had saved them from harm, they had their respect for it and mirrored its image in its new replacement.
The steaming air brooked with an electrical hiss that squalled from the machine's unfastened maw, a roar that could only belong to Mechagodzilla. The sun was even dwarfed by its immense size, standing at over 130meters, as it gleamed harmlessly off the towering mass of steel. Its frame laminated with a shimmering silver tone, glancing off the armor plating,. Its head was square in shape, with the snout of the machine jetting out, armed with twin rows of steel trapping teeth as they grinned. The creation's slant eyes wrenched with sharpness, as they laid pointy at the ends, hued in a bright yellow. The robot's chest was smooth and round, forming to large pectoral areas. Against its chest, the machine's shoulders were also spherical and flat, behind them two triangular fins sliced through the suns light and suspended under its shoulders were the robot's biceps, large and toned giving a look of immense strength. Its hands were sculpted with rounded metal; its fingers lay open at their ends, each of them a highly power particle blasters. The robot's stomach was carved with over lapping layers of armor that tapered under the machine's brawny chest. Its vast weight was situated on two bulky, chunky legs, that came to an even more of a heap of rounded armor massing in extra booster lifters and well hidden weaponry. It's back pasted in three rows of barbed fins, each of the larger ones holding five points. A well-formed, but stubby tail came from between the back of its legs, dished with three rows of tiny square plates.
"Take two steps in front of you." The voice squeaked from behind the screen of the speakers.
Rotating machinery faltered in Mechagodzilla's knees and thighs as its legs pumped with easy movements as its feet took their first steps on the grassy lands that bellied below the sight of Mount Fuji. Fumbling metal shook from Mechagodzilla's legs as its feet tipped on the rough grounds.
"Take it easy. Relax and let the controls do the work for you, just guide them where they need to go. Ok, rotors in the legs are looking green all the way through. Though, I want to be sure that Mechagodzilla 2 will be able to move as easy on the ground as it does through the air. Lets try to make it a little harder for you and take it up to thirty steps."
Hammering claws trenched into the futile ground of the mountain region, as Mechagodzilla gradually lifted each of its feet. Tanking clanks of moving steel bounded through the hills as Mechagodzilla treaded. A wisp of steam sounded from the machine's heated chest as the sun burned into the reflecting metal. A tittering mechanical growl brimmed from Mechagodzilla 2's hinged jaw.
"Very good. Test time is now four hours into the trial run. The metal is now only showing signs of heat. Impressive if I must say. It seems that all areas are clear, but you need more practice as a pilot. It may be weeks before you will be combat ready, until then you will be put there the most vigorous training simulations. It's not everyday that we have a sixteen-year-old EPSER controlling one of our special units, but your skills are far beyond that of our better-trained veterans. We will just have to see what you can do against the Big G." The speaker crackled with the horse voice once again, it was cruel and down played.
The shadows in the cockpit swept against young, Kazuo's sweat torn face. His head bobbed back and forth like a cork in the water as he regained his breath from the tomb of blaring heat. The darkness covers his eyes, giving his kindly drawn mouth a much older look to it. "Miki says Godzilla isn't the enemy."
"Anything that threatens the lives of Japan is the enemy. I know Ms. Saegusa has taught you that not all of the monsters that you will face are 'bad' but we have no choice here, we have no way of knowing when they will attack or not. We can't take chances like that. Don't you forget that your parents were killed by one of those so called friendly monsters."
Kazuo's dark soaked eyes came with images of his screaming parents as they died in the flames of one of Godzilla's many treks into Japan. He couldn't cry, if he cried that would mean that he was living in the past, he was sure that he was going to correct the future, make sure that no one else was killed, to save everyone in this world, even if it meant his own life.
"That seems like enough testing for today. Please return to point Alpha three-two-six." The voice returned back to its job of commanding.
Like being buried in a lake, Kazuo held tight in the cockpit, not moving or even let a thought disrupt his focus.
"Respond!"
"No, I hear something, something is calling for help. I must go." Kazuo raised his face from the darkness of the cockpit, his eyes narrow and his lips pressed with a smile. " I won't let anyone down ever again."
Each mechanical step was taken with a lumber of heavy lurches, its frame wobbling off balance with every uneven stride. The bellow of clanking metal was louder than the heaven's thunder as it rolled through the valley.
"Kazuo! Goddamn kid, return to point Alpha three-two-six or face being court-martialed." The voice was harsh.
A searing wail of an unseen creature blared through the deepen scenery, the one that was calling for help.
"This may be of some use to us. We could use the weaponry systems on a live subject. Oh and your physic abilities are started to frighten me some. A power like that to found kaiju without a second thought is an astounding talent, it seems that you have even suppressed Miki's. UNGCC will finally be able to do its job and rid the world of all the of its hidden mistakes." It was spits of fire and stone as it whispered and oozed from the speaker.
The dusk of the shadows gave a false darkness to the creature's broken, dull brown skin. A lean shell that rode along the frame of the monster's spine fenced in its files of toothy spikes. The once again dinosaur's tail kept the same pattern, as twin chains of thorns went down to the tip of the elongated appendage. Its four legs long and crane like, with eight, slender and stretched out fingers tipping its front paws. The living fossil's gem of a face was again plated with spines and barbs, a crown of them sat on top of its head, as a brisk, hulky one pointed the end of its extensive mouth.
Twisting planty vines tangled around the creature's neck, collapsing the air that was still in its throat. It was the struggle of life, the struggle for food. The vines reached the mouth of a blooming base of a massive, enriched flower head that spurted from the dirty ground. Stretching yellows filled the three limping pedals that gapped over the coil of bending, razor sharp inline teeth that based the creature's mouth. Tricking drips of drool came beaded from the thin teeth, the taste of flesh already searing its taste buds.
Mechagodzilla staggered with misplaced footsteps to the screen of the grappling bodies, the planty monster, Lafelya, reeling the tension along its vines to tighten around Anguris's throat. The timid steps didn't even draw away any attention from the struggle. Mechagodzilla's right hand rotated flipping to its side, as its fingers straightened and locked. Sizzles of wounding golden energy bleed from the four round cannons. Like chucking spears, the energy beams sliced through the stressed vines, frying the moist greenery flesh with brutal snaps. Anguris became a slipping rock as it was freed from the shirking vines, its chin bouncing off the fertile ground, it's breathe heaving hard with stains of blood.
Tumbling pounds of dirt and soil collapsed against the push of Lafelya as the ground shook underneath its head. A warped hand of spiraling planty flesh heaved from the ground as it pulled the rest of its body free from the rich earth. Lumpy unwoven and shapeless legs supported a hump shaped body that was covered with mixes of dark green and red. Its bulgy body crumbled away the dirt that it was nesting on as it rose above the ground's surface. Its once entangled meal, now seemed unappealing, it wanted the shiny diamond that burned with fire.
Mechagodzilla's toes scraped through the tanks of dirt, staggering as it drag its feet uncontrollable. The cracked land formed an imperfect balance as Mechagodzilla's feet treaded on the thick cracks, sending the moving metal crashing to the ground with a burst of dust clouded the area around it.
Snarling vines shot from Lafelya's mouth converges against the smooth, unprotected metal surface that laid as Mechagodzilla's skin. The thin, weak tissue of the vines crackled and hissed against the burning metal as they entangle around Mechagodzilla's head and arms.
"FIRE! Or you are going to get yourself killed!" The deeming voice came into the darkness once again.
Kazuo battered into the shadow worn cockpit, his eye sunken into the deepen shade; his mouth frowned, a simple tear coursing against his lips. "I'm once again worthless, I can't save anybody, not even myself."
Like a tagging rope, Lafelya's slowly reeled in the staining weight of Mechagodzilla closer to itself. The collection of looping tentacles secured the metal monster down before it begun to pull it into the void of its life. As the entrapped Mechagodzilla was shifted across the ground, gaining closer to the giant flower. Wavering juices dribbled from Lafelya's pedals as they swelled over Mechagodzilla's frame as the machine was pulled into the waiting mouth. The flowery pedals wilted over the slimly metal of Mechagodzilla as the meaty plant consumed its torso.
The entire cockpit succumbed to the darkness, only a distant red laced through the screen as Lafelya's maw retracted back and forth. Kazuo shuffled with the vaulting movements that rode against the iron machine. "I could have protected it, just like I could have protected my parents. Never again, never again will I let someone die in front of my eyes."
Mechagodzilla's mouth cranked down, letting the budding energy that swirled in the back of its throat, blanket the void of enclosed prison. Gentle, damp spongy flesh was sliced in half as a lance of pure orange energy blazed through it, stemming from the machine's mouth. A creeping smoke ascend from a burning hole that had spread from the back of the giant flower's head. Inside the flames slowly slithered through Lafelya's figure. Mechagodzilla's torso slipped from its mouth as Lafelya tilted back, the acidic juices dripping harmlessly to the ground.
The once giant plant stooped to the ground, slipping back into the same hole that it came from, its body being slowly gulfed by the stinging fires. The pops of boiling water in its body tumbled through the mountain range.
Mechagodzilla staggered away, its movements even more faulty then its first run. Its glazed eyes came upon the laying monster that it had freed from its certain death. Blood pooled from a dozen wounds that grazed its body, the red crimson liquid staining the green landscape with its paint. A slim trickle still streaked the corner of its mouth. No movement came from its haltered body. Mechagodzilla kneeled down, a crushing mechanical sound seared from its moving legs. An open hand came down to rest on the creature's crowned forehead, the emotionless metal slowly sweeping back over its head.
"I'm sorry." They were the only words that could come from Kazuo's tighten mouth.
Mechagodzilla's arms shoveled under the limp and broken monster's frame, heaving it from its cradle on the ground. Breathless steps lumbered around the Mt. Fuji's scope, searching the beautiful vista for a final resting place. The land glinted with the hue of the sun, mirroring its power, a lake that rested quietly in the futile area. Like laying a baby down to sleep, Mechagodzilla put Anguris to the ground, putting it half in the water of the lake to wash off the blood.
"We have done your job, now return!" It was the last thing that the voice would say.
Metals cooled and the building electric vanquish as Mechagodzilla's systems were shut off to prepare itself for repairs. The dim lights that beaded the cockpits of the massive machine fainted to a soft black void as Kazuo welcomed it. He was alone with his thoughts, thoughts that his life was more meaningless then before. He had only taken the duty to pilot the robot, because he felt that he could save millions with his powers and the deadly robot's combined. But now he was even thinking that was an impossible obstacle and that everyone around him was meant to die. Wet tears came to rest on the still warm controls the machine. Though the tears stopped, in a cranking smile tore at his face.
Angered murmuring and rushing panics came from the control center of UNGCC's base headquarters, most were astounded by what they saw on the viewing screen.
"Place Mechagodzilla on stand by emergency alert."
The screen was shelled with the form of the once thought dead Anguris as it nested silently above the top of their base, asleep like a laying dog.
"I am not going. He's came to pay his respects for saving his life, he is my friend." Kazuo hollered from the murky cockpit.
"All hands stand down. Shit, It looks like UNGCC has a new pet."