Yup, new fic, and I'm hoping that this will be one of my best. It's (very) loosely based on the concept of Marc Cerasini's Godzilla Vs the Robot Monsters, as well as taking some cues from Dark Horse's Godzilla comic book series, but at the moment it doesn't look to be too similar. I'll admit, I got the title for this from a Doctor Who episode, but it just fit too well for me not to use it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Just a few quick lists:
Monsters to be featured:
Godzilla (Duh)
MechaGodzilla
M.O.G.U.E.R.A.
Anguirus
(Possibly) Mothra
Human Characters to be featured:
Commander Aso (The head of G-Force)
SSS9 (Surprisingly badass Saradian secret agent)
Miki Saegusa (Only a possible inclusion)
Akane Yashiro (Kiryu's hot pilot from GxMG)
Professor Yoshiwara (Mildly-mad scientist)
Tokumitsu Yuhara (Kiryu's creator)
The Cosmos/Shobijin (The Mothra twins. Which name should I go for?)
And some originals. Anyway, enjoy!
Like all my stories, this takes place in a slightly-altered G-Verse.
Godzilla is © Toho
GODZILLA: AGE OF STEEL
PROTECTORS
G-Force Japanese Headquarters, Tokyo
"The presentation is about to begin," The calm voice announced over the intercom, "Please take your seats."
The tall, sturdy-looking officer with sleek, black hair, dressed in a uniform with not a crease out of place stepped up to the podium and microphone, the presently-covered windows into the hangar behind him, clearing his throat as the last of the clamour died down and the remaining journalists and Military contractors turned their attention to him.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, "Many of you know me as Commander Takaki Aso, head of G-Force- the Military division of the UNGCC, and one of the most decorated officers in Japan… for some reason." This got a chuckle out of a few of the guests. "But I am here today not as a soldier, but as a citizen of Japan. A man who cares for the safety of his nation and his family, and a man, like not only out countrymen, but people all over the world, who have for years lived in fear. Fear of the creatures that have besieged us for decades. Today, ladies and gentlemen, I can say…" he steadied himself briefly, "No more. At long last, we have a defence. The world's finest scientists in the field of robotics and weapons technology have worked night and day, and now their labours have borne fruit. Finally, we have a weapon to protect ourselves from these creatures." Again he became calmer to look across the audience. "The first rule of war, as many of you know, is to meet the force of your enemy with equal or greater force… and now, we can." he stepped to the side as the metal shutters started to rise.
Quiet gasps and stunned murmurs began to echo through the audience at the sight of the machine that stood in the hangar, its body vast, muscular and athletic in shape… and shockingly familiar. It was a vast, gleaming saurian in cold steel, every contour of its flesh-and-blood counterpart's body recreated in shining metal right down to the thick dorsal plates down its back, the saurian shape of its head, the well-developed arms, thick, powerful legs and lashing tail tipped with a gleaming blade.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the most advanced, most powerful weapon our world has ever seen. I give you… MechaGodzilla!"
Detroit, Michigan, USA
"Lies," One of the teenagers scoffed.
"Definitely," Another, this one a slightly-younger girl, agreed.
"What, you want proof?" The boy who sat backwards on their chair in front of the computer smirked, turning round. His red hair was gelled in spikes and he wore a T-Shirt emblazoned with a red-and-black image of Godzilla. "Watch and be amazed."
He applied his hands to the computer, quickly opened a web browser and clicked on "ungcc/gforce.us.gov", then began to strike the keys, his fingers darting across the keyboard like lightening, but hitting each one with the timing, precision and skill of a surgeon's scalpel.
G-Force American Headquarters, Washington D.C.
"General Gillmore," The young soldier reported as he opened the door to the office, briefly swallowing a lump in his throat before confessing that "We were just hacked again."
"Did you trace the signal?" The tall, severe-looking grey-haired officer asked from behind the desk.
"Yes, sir."
"I don't believe this," The General shook his head in dismay, "First the Japanese finish their damn project before we do, and now this. Right: Bring him in."
Akane Yashiro's residence, Tokyo, Japan
"Hello?" The attractive brown-haired young woman asked as she picked up the phone, "…Yes. …Excuse me?" An expression of mild shock took over her pretty features, "What?"
G-Force Japanese Headquarters, Tokyo
"So this is MechaGodzilla…" Akane breathed in quiet awe as she gazed up at the silver behemoth currently surrounded by walkways, platforms and bustling maintenance crews. "It's…"
"It's expensive, is what it is," The slightly-older voice spoke up from behind her. Akane turned round, her face turning to a warm smile at the sight of an old friend.
"How are you, Professor Yuhara?" She smiled.
"So we're back to using last names are we, Captain Yashiro?" The scientist chuckled. "Show up late for one date and I pay for it for the rest of my life." He let out a quiet laugh, "They told me, by the way. Congratulations."
"Luck of the draw," Akane replied humbly.
"I doubt it." Tokumitsu Yuhara smiled, "Like they'd pick anyone else, Ms. Hotshot Pilot. Excited?"
"Terrified," Akane confessed. "I always said I'd kill for the chance to actually pilot this thing, but…" She took a calming breath, "Then I remember what I'd have to fight with it."
"You'll do great in the test run," The scientist reassured her, "Just a shame I can't be there for it."
"Why not?" Akane asked, her face confessing her disappointment.
"I just got transferred to the American Unit. This time tomorrow, I'll be working on their MOGUERA project."
Detroit, Michigan, USA
"Yeah, yeah, hold on," The slightly overweight, middle-aged man grumbled as he approached the door, before promptly shutting up upon seeing the stern, severe face of the agent on the other side of the door.
"Mr. Sanders?" The agent checked, holding up a badge that, rather than 'police', was labelled 'UNCGG'. "G-Force."
The man blinked for a second before answering.
"Can I help you?" He finally asked.
"Is your son at home, sir?" The agent asked with a hint of irritation.
Hmm. Probably one of my longest-ever opening chapters. This story will be more in the spirit of the Heisei Godzilla movies; I love those ones. If they'd only including Anguirus, I'd call them perfect. So, so far we have: MechaGodzilla completed, MOGUERA under construction, and America's G-Force division hacked into by some punk kid.
Any opinions, then? I'm also open to advice on whether to call the Mothra twins the Cosmos, Elias or Shobijin. And yes, they do have a role to play here; I'm not just shoehorning them in. Well, hopefully not.
All Reviews Welcome!
