The Prophesy of Evolution
Chapter 1
"Line 3 secured." Within the daze of metal stammering and jointed noise, Hiroaki Fukuda hollered, lightly smiling with a half-cocked grin to his foreman that was able to hear the words that he spoke. It was grunt work, nothing more than hard labor that Hiroaki had to suffer through each day for the last three years. But this was something that had to be done now and fast, a buyer had emerge, a wealthy company man from the United States, whose eyes were straight with confidence when he learned of what was being rebuilt. He was stark with his demands of buying it, but he hid in the back of his mind, that he already owned it. Commander Aso, the only one that was allowed to finish the deal, with all the paper work that needed to be signed, met with the rich man times before, and had knowledge of what he was planning in the states, so in terms, was friendly to makefast preparations for the special gift.
It had only been three days before that the man from the states had come calling and they had nearly finished loading the individual pieces into the lightly colored orange containers. Hiroaki positioned himself, waiting near the entrance of one of the gapping containers. Taps of orange warning light played on the slated gray world around him, as a flatbed roller steamed closer to the fortify container. With a fleeting look from his bleak black glasses, Hiroaki got one last look at what he was working on. Draped folds of brown wrap in closed the massive object from sight, the only bit that wasn't covered was the rounded cone nosed that protruded out, it was stealth in slick darken gray that seemed to flip from light to dark in-between the screw like groves that were banded around it. The Flatbed continued to loom pass Hiroaki, leaving its package in the container and leisurely departing the area, its orange warnings lights still bouncing off the shoulders of others.
A convoy of robust trucks bore the weight of the occupied containers as they dragged them out onto a small tarmac, where they would be airlifted to the United States.
The loading bay doors, able to dwarf most of the world's largest machines, stood open as the dozen of helicopters came to claim the containers that had been worked so hard on to load. The tempest winds of the fluttering blades of every helicopter, punting up dust and other clutters of debris that had been left on the tarmac for any number of odd years, gave the serrated wind a new persona, as it was swirled in one considerable ring around the blacktop. The loop of squalling wind rose as the helicopters, connected to their loads, bounced with new weight as they ascended above the ringing dust. Hiroaki captured the image of the leaving helicopters in his eyes as afternoon rays gleamed above them as they further ascended into small specks in the sky. Now all that was left was to make sure they got to where they needed to go, safely.
The scrape of trivial Tropical Island floated gingerly in the Bering Strait. Its lush of plant life and pearl white beaches gaped with its glassy eyes as the sky brought a visitor towards them.
In the small cabin of the minuscule helicopter, Miki Saegusa and Meru Ozawa laid pressed against the glass canopy, cramped in the single passenger seat, barely able to hold one person already. Miki and Meru didn't truly mind, they needed to be taken to see him. It was important to them that they checked in on him. It had been three years since his father melted down in the middle of Haneda and had to take the stress of his father's runaway radiation, completely transforming his frame forever. This was their third time out to see him since they found him roaming around the ocean space near a remote island in the Bering Strait. Miki was persistence to watching over him, she felt that his presence alone was restoring her psychic powers, she had noticed that every time she came back from seeing him that, just a little more, she was able to listen to people's deeper thoughts without them even thinking the words. Besides for her own gain, she was worried that something may happen to the juvenile monster.
The batting blades of the helicopter, spun to a wobbled stop, as the two lumbered on to the sinking, white sands of the small head of the beach.
"I wonder where he is?" The words of Meru's voice seemed to be blown away from her mouth, and continued to sail over the ocean current.
The shoreline frothed with heavier suds, profoundly enough to make a quagmire of the small beach. Miki and Meru honed their eyes to the dishing shores, as the quaking waves still begun to plod more forcefully as they pushed on the island's edges. In unison of the tattering waves, the low playing winds wafted into considerable large gusts of wind that bashed hard against any object that was rooted to the ground.
"It's Junior." With a smirk of awe and contentment, Miki watched on as the waves creased and folded in on the once calm ocean current.
The rumble of waves and water flow fizzled as a slick square of inky blue skin rose above the surface, its smooth, almost rubber like reflection, bubbled in the sun's vain rays. The husk of thick skin continued its climb well above its own body. It's envelope of bush like teeth opened, letting out a draft of almost harmonic song like bellow, but tinted with a hint of shock and pain as the once outsized creature was carried higher into the air by other of the sea's ominous life. Its skin played contrast to the blue whale's blue-black skin, making its charcoal gray hide seemed even lighter, played right with the sun's light. Its orangish coffee rimmed eyes stared into the oblivion that stood at its incredible height. The creature's dark eyes diverged the once fair yellow teeth that had been covered in the moist and colorful blood of the blue whale that still whined as its body's was pinned in-between two rows of piercing teeth, that needed no pressure applied to tear and shard blubber easily. His body shapely with straight shoulders, heavy chest and blooming stomach, its back tasted in three rows of barbed fins, each of the larger ones holding five points each. Like a tapping finger, its tail would batter the running waves. It was a turn of progressive nature, but just a prelude to others like it that had come after it.
"His behavior seems to be a little more aggressive then last time. With each passing year he has increase more in aggression than sentiment." Meru's quiet awe was reinvented every time she saw Junior's new form; it had been years since the event happened, but every time it was like seeing him anew.
"It's the transformation and the fact that his stomach is trying to fill in the gap where the nuclear fuel should be. I am afraid that in the next coming months, the immense energy that he received will wear off and he will go to look for something containing nuclear material."
Miki's words filled both of them with a need to protect Godzilla at that moment, because they knew that once his nuclear reserves dropped that he would be tempted to look, and once he set foot on the main land, the military would attack them with savageness.
The wading and lumbered beast still held the tattered and shocked blue whale that still moaned for release. With no more than a small press of muscles, Godzilla's jaws closed. Blubber and frayed, worn ends of flesh were traumatized as the whale's head and tail separated from the hunk of flesh and meat. The white beaches combed with the loose straps of whale essence, the encompassing head still lipping its moaning song from its waiflike orifice.
Miki and Meru jumbled a step back from the bloody mess of the scene. Godzilla staggered in the waters as his feet matched with the vertical slope of land. Before he took another step, his speculating eyes pored over his second home, noticing once again the two small beings that took to his impressed presence and the minor flying device that sat to the side of them. Godzilla sidestepped the three, remembering the two as being safeguards for him and remembering the connection they had before his alteration.
"He still remembers us, I am still afraid that he may one day, forgot his human connection altogether and than on that same day, he will attack Japan in the same fury and nature that his father did." Meru's optimism in her own words was more powerful to herself than anyone else.
"Junior will never be like his father, he has already shown us that he will only protect us, but he may go after our nuclear power plants when the need arises, that's something that we make sure never happens."
The settle, recently mowed grass of the enormous campus's ground, seemed to be new to Kenichi Yamane's eyes, just like his first day of college four years ago. It had been awhile since he had stepped foot on any type of college ground, and work with U.N.G.C.C had dissipated enough for him to return. His knowledge of Godzilla was nearly useless at the base and nothing really of his interest was going on, only a high activity around the loading bays, almost like they were preparing for war, but even it wasn't enough for him to hang around. It only gave him time to study the beast even longer, using all the information about the monster stored in the command center's computers. But after reading all the reports on Godzilla's attacks, Ken was becoming bored with the lack of excitement. So, there was only one thing that he could do to fill the emptiness and that was to begun studying once again, acknowledge his other interests as well as his love for monsters.
The lobby of the encompassed dorm still sniffed of the aroma of rotting books and pages, nearly the same as a library's own fragrance. It was haunting scent to Ken, the whole dorm smelled of the same antagonizing stench, which lingered highly in his cramped room, and stuck to his sweating flesh during the summer. It was never something he liked, but something he had to deal with and would again for the next couple of years.
The same youthful, but draining face of the receptionist lifted deeply from her lowed gaze, her black chin length hair fluttering back as her eyes raised up to take look at Ken. Her soft, but fading features, reminded him of Miki and how he chased her day after day. He never got close to her, not in the way he wanted to, just in a near close friendship that he enjoyed very much. But there was a problem between him and Miki; her love was directed towards Junior and his life that lied ahead of him. He was mad or even sadden that Miki paid no attention to his attempts, but it just wasn't something that he wanted to let go. Though, now his studies would be in his way of his crazy thoughts, before they drove him to his own ill-fated doom.
Bridging over the Pacific Ocean, a small personal airplane posed in the air. Inside, the cunning, but carefully eyes of Nina Purpleton, examined every word that came from her advisor.
"Miss. Purpleton, from all the reports I've read about your new metal, there is something that troubles me. You have said it emits a high anti-ion field around itself, what will this anti-ion field do?
"Mr. Speyer, the anti-ion field that is emitted will disrupt most forms of energy before it strikes the metal. This will improve the durability of the metal, making it immune to any form of force or attack put on it." With a smirk of ownership, Nina tilted back into the leather seat, shuffling her baby blue turtleneck sweater that she wore.
"Nina, if I may call you that, I'm still wondering why you have become partners with the Japanese and are so willing to hand over this new hybrid metal that you have made to them, as long as you are made supervisor of the project that they are using it for?" Forest Speyer leaned over to push the words into Nina's face, but her statuette form brushed the words aside.
"The Japanese have a every big investment and have asked for my help in their project, which is something I believe very strong in. I made this metal to be used and the Japanese were the first to ask for it and their cause was a very good one, so that's why I'm moving there, and that's the small reason why you are with me today, to see what this metal is being used for. You have always thought strong about it and don't what the NX-G-1 to be used in the wrong way."
"Miss. Purpleton, why the interest in the project?" His weasel-like brown eyes hunted for what the Japanese were planning, because he knew it had to be big.
"I will just say that it's a scientist's dream to be evolved in something like this and for me and my father to be the first Americans involved, it was something that couldn't be passed up." As Nina spoke, the door behind her opened, a stumpy shadow crawled over her.
"Well, speak of the devil. Mr. Speyer, I would like you to meet my father, Doctor. J." Next to Nina, an undersized, humped man stood, his long silver hair matching the length of his elongated mustache and goatee, both nearly reaching his chest. In his right hand, he held a red crane, carved from some type of fine wood. His pastel white lab coat seemed to be swallowed on the man's frame, noting its overused usage, the doctor's light blue button down shirt held tight against his stomach, and his gray slacks were nearly too long and large for his tiny, brittle legs.
Speyer stood to make his greeting towards the man, his hand already sticking away from his body to shake the man's hand. The Doctor did the same, lifting his left hand to connect with the man's opposing right. As his fingers slide together, a cool, almost frozen sensation ran through his arm. Speyer curious bent his eyes down. A hobbled look took upon his eyes as he watched the moving metal fingers of Doctor. J's hand work around his own.
Chapter 1
"Line 3 secured." Within the daze of metal stammering and jointed noise, Hiroaki Fukuda hollered, lightly smiling with a half-cocked grin to his foreman that was able to hear the words that he spoke. It was grunt work, nothing more than hard labor that Hiroaki had to suffer through each day for the last three years. But this was something that had to be done now and fast, a buyer had emerge, a wealthy company man from the United States, whose eyes were straight with confidence when he learned of what was being rebuilt. He was stark with his demands of buying it, but he hid in the back of his mind, that he already owned it. Commander Aso, the only one that was allowed to finish the deal, with all the paper work that needed to be signed, met with the rich man times before, and had knowledge of what he was planning in the states, so in terms, was friendly to makefast preparations for the special gift.
It had only been three days before that the man from the states had come calling and they had nearly finished loading the individual pieces into the lightly colored orange containers. Hiroaki positioned himself, waiting near the entrance of one of the gapping containers. Taps of orange warning light played on the slated gray world around him, as a flatbed roller steamed closer to the fortify container. With a fleeting look from his bleak black glasses, Hiroaki got one last look at what he was working on. Draped folds of brown wrap in closed the massive object from sight, the only bit that wasn't covered was the rounded cone nosed that protruded out, it was stealth in slick darken gray that seemed to flip from light to dark in-between the screw like groves that were banded around it. The Flatbed continued to loom pass Hiroaki, leaving its package in the container and leisurely departing the area, its orange warnings lights still bouncing off the shoulders of others.
A convoy of robust trucks bore the weight of the occupied containers as they dragged them out onto a small tarmac, where they would be airlifted to the United States.
The loading bay doors, able to dwarf most of the world's largest machines, stood open as the dozen of helicopters came to claim the containers that had been worked so hard on to load. The tempest winds of the fluttering blades of every helicopter, punting up dust and other clutters of debris that had been left on the tarmac for any number of odd years, gave the serrated wind a new persona, as it was swirled in one considerable ring around the blacktop. The loop of squalling wind rose as the helicopters, connected to their loads, bounced with new weight as they ascended above the ringing dust. Hiroaki captured the image of the leaving helicopters in his eyes as afternoon rays gleamed above them as they further ascended into small specks in the sky. Now all that was left was to make sure they got to where they needed to go, safely.
The scrape of trivial Tropical Island floated gingerly in the Bering Strait. Its lush of plant life and pearl white beaches gaped with its glassy eyes as the sky brought a visitor towards them.
In the small cabin of the minuscule helicopter, Miki Saegusa and Meru Ozawa laid pressed against the glass canopy, cramped in the single passenger seat, barely able to hold one person already. Miki and Meru didn't truly mind, they needed to be taken to see him. It was important to them that they checked in on him. It had been three years since his father melted down in the middle of Haneda and had to take the stress of his father's runaway radiation, completely transforming his frame forever. This was their third time out to see him since they found him roaming around the ocean space near a remote island in the Bering Strait. Miki was persistence to watching over him, she felt that his presence alone was restoring her psychic powers, she had noticed that every time she came back from seeing him that, just a little more, she was able to listen to people's deeper thoughts without them even thinking the words. Besides for her own gain, she was worried that something may happen to the juvenile monster.
The batting blades of the helicopter, spun to a wobbled stop, as the two lumbered on to the sinking, white sands of the small head of the beach.
"I wonder where he is?" The words of Meru's voice seemed to be blown away from her mouth, and continued to sail over the ocean current.
The shoreline frothed with heavier suds, profoundly enough to make a quagmire of the small beach. Miki and Meru honed their eyes to the dishing shores, as the quaking waves still begun to plod more forcefully as they pushed on the island's edges. In unison of the tattering waves, the low playing winds wafted into considerable large gusts of wind that bashed hard against any object that was rooted to the ground.
"It's Junior." With a smirk of awe and contentment, Miki watched on as the waves creased and folded in on the once calm ocean current.
The rumble of waves and water flow fizzled as a slick square of inky blue skin rose above the surface, its smooth, almost rubber like reflection, bubbled in the sun's vain rays. The husk of thick skin continued its climb well above its own body. It's envelope of bush like teeth opened, letting out a draft of almost harmonic song like bellow, but tinted with a hint of shock and pain as the once outsized creature was carried higher into the air by other of the sea's ominous life. Its skin played contrast to the blue whale's blue-black skin, making its charcoal gray hide seemed even lighter, played right with the sun's light. Its orangish coffee rimmed eyes stared into the oblivion that stood at its incredible height. The creature's dark eyes diverged the once fair yellow teeth that had been covered in the moist and colorful blood of the blue whale that still whined as its body's was pinned in-between two rows of piercing teeth, that needed no pressure applied to tear and shard blubber easily. His body shapely with straight shoulders, heavy chest and blooming stomach, its back tasted in three rows of barbed fins, each of the larger ones holding five points each. Like a tapping finger, its tail would batter the running waves. It was a turn of progressive nature, but just a prelude to others like it that had come after it.
"His behavior seems to be a little more aggressive then last time. With each passing year he has increase more in aggression than sentiment." Meru's quiet awe was reinvented every time she saw Junior's new form; it had been years since the event happened, but every time it was like seeing him anew.
"It's the transformation and the fact that his stomach is trying to fill in the gap where the nuclear fuel should be. I am afraid that in the next coming months, the immense energy that he received will wear off and he will go to look for something containing nuclear material."
Miki's words filled both of them with a need to protect Godzilla at that moment, because they knew that once his nuclear reserves dropped that he would be tempted to look, and once he set foot on the main land, the military would attack them with savageness.
The wading and lumbered beast still held the tattered and shocked blue whale that still moaned for release. With no more than a small press of muscles, Godzilla's jaws closed. Blubber and frayed, worn ends of flesh were traumatized as the whale's head and tail separated from the hunk of flesh and meat. The white beaches combed with the loose straps of whale essence, the encompassing head still lipping its moaning song from its waiflike orifice.
Miki and Meru jumbled a step back from the bloody mess of the scene. Godzilla staggered in the waters as his feet matched with the vertical slope of land. Before he took another step, his speculating eyes pored over his second home, noticing once again the two small beings that took to his impressed presence and the minor flying device that sat to the side of them. Godzilla sidestepped the three, remembering the two as being safeguards for him and remembering the connection they had before his alteration.
"He still remembers us, I am still afraid that he may one day, forgot his human connection altogether and than on that same day, he will attack Japan in the same fury and nature that his father did." Meru's optimism in her own words was more powerful to herself than anyone else.
"Junior will never be like his father, he has already shown us that he will only protect us, but he may go after our nuclear power plants when the need arises, that's something that we make sure never happens."
The settle, recently mowed grass of the enormous campus's ground, seemed to be new to Kenichi Yamane's eyes, just like his first day of college four years ago. It had been awhile since he had stepped foot on any type of college ground, and work with U.N.G.C.C had dissipated enough for him to return. His knowledge of Godzilla was nearly useless at the base and nothing really of his interest was going on, only a high activity around the loading bays, almost like they were preparing for war, but even it wasn't enough for him to hang around. It only gave him time to study the beast even longer, using all the information about the monster stored in the command center's computers. But after reading all the reports on Godzilla's attacks, Ken was becoming bored with the lack of excitement. So, there was only one thing that he could do to fill the emptiness and that was to begun studying once again, acknowledge his other interests as well as his love for monsters.
The lobby of the encompassed dorm still sniffed of the aroma of rotting books and pages, nearly the same as a library's own fragrance. It was haunting scent to Ken, the whole dorm smelled of the same antagonizing stench, which lingered highly in his cramped room, and stuck to his sweating flesh during the summer. It was never something he liked, but something he had to deal with and would again for the next couple of years.
The same youthful, but draining face of the receptionist lifted deeply from her lowed gaze, her black chin length hair fluttering back as her eyes raised up to take look at Ken. Her soft, but fading features, reminded him of Miki and how he chased her day after day. He never got close to her, not in the way he wanted to, just in a near close friendship that he enjoyed very much. But there was a problem between him and Miki; her love was directed towards Junior and his life that lied ahead of him. He was mad or even sadden that Miki paid no attention to his attempts, but it just wasn't something that he wanted to let go. Though, now his studies would be in his way of his crazy thoughts, before they drove him to his own ill-fated doom.
Bridging over the Pacific Ocean, a small personal airplane posed in the air. Inside, the cunning, but carefully eyes of Nina Purpleton, examined every word that came from her advisor.
"Miss. Purpleton, from all the reports I've read about your new metal, there is something that troubles me. You have said it emits a high anti-ion field around itself, what will this anti-ion field do?
"Mr. Speyer, the anti-ion field that is emitted will disrupt most forms of energy before it strikes the metal. This will improve the durability of the metal, making it immune to any form of force or attack put on it." With a smirk of ownership, Nina tilted back into the leather seat, shuffling her baby blue turtleneck sweater that she wore.
"Nina, if I may call you that, I'm still wondering why you have become partners with the Japanese and are so willing to hand over this new hybrid metal that you have made to them, as long as you are made supervisor of the project that they are using it for?" Forest Speyer leaned over to push the words into Nina's face, but her statuette form brushed the words aside.
"The Japanese have a every big investment and have asked for my help in their project, which is something I believe very strong in. I made this metal to be used and the Japanese were the first to ask for it and their cause was a very good one, so that's why I'm moving there, and that's the small reason why you are with me today, to see what this metal is being used for. You have always thought strong about it and don't what the NX-G-1 to be used in the wrong way."
"Miss. Purpleton, why the interest in the project?" His weasel-like brown eyes hunted for what the Japanese were planning, because he knew it had to be big.
"I will just say that it's a scientist's dream to be evolved in something like this and for me and my father to be the first Americans involved, it was something that couldn't be passed up." As Nina spoke, the door behind her opened, a stumpy shadow crawled over her.
"Well, speak of the devil. Mr. Speyer, I would like you to meet my father, Doctor. J." Next to Nina, an undersized, humped man stood, his long silver hair matching the length of his elongated mustache and goatee, both nearly reaching his chest. In his right hand, he held a red crane, carved from some type of fine wood. His pastel white lab coat seemed to be swallowed on the man's frame, noting its overused usage, the doctor's light blue button down shirt held tight against his stomach, and his gray slacks were nearly too long and large for his tiny, brittle legs.
Speyer stood to make his greeting towards the man, his hand already sticking away from his body to shake the man's hand. The Doctor did the same, lifting his left hand to connect with the man's opposing right. As his fingers slide together, a cool, almost frozen sensation ran through his arm. Speyer curious bent his eyes down. A hobbled look took upon his eyes as he watched the moving metal fingers of Doctor. J's hand work around his own.