Ok time to start my Godzilla fic, Big G hasn't been in my fics recently so he gets one now. I don't own Godzilla but Cyira is mine. Please bare with all the throw away science about the weather machine.

Project Tempest

Pacific Ocean, 3:15 pm;

On a remote island, mankind was preparing for what they thought would be their greatest achievement. Samson Mercer was a scientist working for the United Nations. The UN's request was simple, create something that could be used as an intimidating weapon and could be put to work for the benefit of mankind. Samson thought of many ideas before finding the one they had chosen and perfected on this. No one knew of its existence outside the UN and a few high ranking experts. Samson hadn't even been able to tell his wife and kids what he was working on that was so important. The phone in his office rang. The caller id told him it was his wife. "Hello Val, or should I say good day what's going on?" asks Samson.

"I got that grant to keep up my research." said Val, Val was a Cryptozoologist and was currently in Australia, she was trying to get a grant to continue searching for Tasmanian Tigers and apparently she got it.

"Great, good luck. How's the boy doing?"

"Greg? He's doing great, he really likes it down here."

"Big surprise, he always loved animals."

"Yeah, think you'll be able to come down this weekend? We're taking a break a diving at the Great Barrier Reef."

"Sorry, we're doing some very important experiments that I have to be here for."

"Ok, love you."

"Love you to. Bye." said Samson.

"Sir, a man is here to see you." said his secretary over the intercom.

"What does he want?"

"I don't know but he says he's from the UN."

"Send him in."

The door opens and in walks a black haired Japanese man in a military outfit. "Hello Dr. Mercer." said the man.

"Hello Mr.…"

"General Patrick."

"Ok, general. Where is the normal inspecting general?"

"General Gordon was unable to make it this time, I was sent in his place."

"I see."

"I was only told the basics of Project Tempest, mind showing me around?"

"Fine, follow me." said Samson, he thought it was strange that Patrick hadn't been informed completely on the project but then again it was top secret. The two get up and Samson leads Patrick through the door. "As you've probably been told, Project Tempest was created to create something that the mere threat of being used would subdue aggressors but at the same time could be used to help peaceful nations."

"I see and what was this weapon?"

"Follow me."

They walk into the chamber containing a massive dish-like device and many scientists. On the side of the dish was T.E.M.P.E.S.T. "T.E.M.P.E.S.T?" asks Patrick.

"Type Eight Maser Powered Energy Storm Termanal." said Samson

"Huh?"

"A weather control machine. The workers nicknamed it Mother Nature."

"Does it work?"

"Yes. You are in luck, we were just about to test it. Men please turn on the machine."

The scientists get to work on the calculations. The roof above the dish opens and the dish heaves into the sky, revealing the heavy machinery below it. "How does it work?" asks Patrick.

"Depends on what type of weather you want, we're going to create a high level tropical storm using a maser cannon set to high temperature." said Samson.

"Maser?"

"An energy cannon the Japanese developed in secret incase another monster like Godzilla appears. I has variable temperatures. We're going to use a high temp to cause the type of conditions in the atmosphere to cause the tropical storm. Then we reverse it with a low temp before the storm gets to strong. We also use the high temperature beam to disperse storm clouds but we weaken the beam so that it doesn't reach the height to cause storms, it take precise measurements and-"

"Just start the test."

Yellow energy builds in the cannon. The maser beam fires into the sky. Clouds disperse as the beam burns high into the sky. Once the beam stops, the winds increase rapidly and rain falls heavily to the ground as black clouds form in the sky. "And their you have it, a manmade storm."

"Amazing."

On the west side of the island, rock gives way. A massive rockslide is triggered. As it plunges into the sea, it hits something deep below the surface. A charcoal gray, reptilian hide covered the creature, maple leaf shaped dorsal spines ran down his back, a long tail rested on the reef behind him. He had been sleeping here for a long time, longer than most humans had been alive. This island was once his home but an atomic bomb was tested here and mutated him. He had slept there ever sense. A bolder struck his head, the creature stirred. His orange eyes pop open and he lifts himself from the ground. He let's a roar, sending torrents of bubbles to the surface. His spines light up and a beam of blue energy spouts from his mouth.

Blue energy charges into the cannon. A beam of very low temperature energy fires into the storm, the powerful storm stops and white clouds cover the sky. "Amazing." said Patrick.

"I know, it's an amazing accomplishment." said Samson, grinning from ear to ear, unknowing of what's his experiment had unleashed.


Well there you go, the weather machines unveiling and Godzilla waking up. Next chapter, we meet Samson's family and find out why Samson has a right to be a little untrusting of Patrick.