One Month Later
United Anti-Monster Task Force HQ, One mile from Manhattan.
The construction of super weapons had begun on a global scale after the world leaders met. All over the world, the production of canons the size of skyscrapers, missile platforms as wide as a blue whale is long, ships, planes, etc, had begun.
President Ford chuckled as he watched the last of UAMTF's Monster-Killing Shockwave "Rifle"s being activated.
"One hell of an arsenal, huh sir?" A young african american man said as he walked up to Ford.
"I gotta be honest, Mattis squealed like a little boy on christmas when he first saw the plans for these puppies. But to see them in person. I'd betcha my job, the man would cry." Ford said as he held his hand out. "Who might you be son?"
"Names Trevor Omally Cross sir. I'm the guy who's designing and going to pilot a little something extra me, and the chinese have cooked up."
"Oh? What would that be?" Ford asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm guessing you'd like to see it?" Trevor smirked.
"Hell yeah." Ford chuckled.
"Follow me to my truck, I'll drive you over."
Twenty minutes later, classified elevator, UAMTF HQ.
The doors opened and Ford started to laugh, grinning like a madman. "Oh you clever son's a bitches!"
The two walked to a large viewing platform.
"Where'd you get the idea?" Ford asked.
"Well sir, after your announcement, the Chinese Prime Minister contacted me and told me they had a little present."
"This?"
"No sir. A massive skeleton they had uncovered two years ago. They had already started building around it, but they needed more funding and more research."
Ford chuckled and nodded. "Well she's damn amazing. What's her name?"
"We call her Mechagodzilla." Trevor said proudly.
"Why's that?"
"We had to use some of the original research from the godzilla project in order to unlock the bones secrets. We also call her Kiryu for short." Trevor said.
Before them stood the gargantuan mechanical behemoth, with it's dual blue shoulder cannons.
"It's jammed packed with everything we've been able to spare. It's even got a secret weapon on board." Trevor said.
"What weapon?"
"We call it, The Dimension Zero Cannon. It has two firing modes. The first one we call Absolute Zero cannon, which can freeze nearly anything solid, and shatter it with the flick of a finger. And the second one, we call, Dimension Tide. A miniature black hole cannon."
Ford spun around. "Say that again?"
"A miniature black hole cannon." Trevor chuckled. "They originally wanted to put it on the ISS, but I convinced them otherwise."
"God damn son. Well done." Ford chuckled. "You amazing geniuses! Those things don't stand a chance no-"
The station shook violently.
ISS, Five minutes ago.
"Sir, multiple objects approaching Earth!"
"What the hell? How fast?" Ferris yelled.
"Unable to confirm sir, they're causing some sort of disruption."
"We have five minutes until they reach Earth."
"What the hell are they?" Ferris asked.
"Objects appear to be crystal like shards sir."
"We have confirmation from hubble, unknown amount of crystals varying in size approaching Earth!"
"Trajectory indicates they came from the third object from a month ago."
Ferris paled. "I thought we lost contact with that two weeks ago."
"Affirmative sir. We cannot locate it as of yet."
"Sir! Venezuela confirmed as first landing site!"
"Alert everyone now! I want all ha-"
The collision alarm blared, silencing him.
"Sir! Crystal inb-"
Before the ensign finished, the ISS was torn apart by a massive crystal.
New York, now.
The fearful shrieks of the citizens filled the air, as crystals of all sizes rained from the sky.
One as large as a small apartment building slammed into the empire state building, the two falling to the ground in a plume of ash, smoke, and dust.
It was not alone, as many many more crystals peppered the city.
What could only be described as the end of days lasted for several minutes before stopping.
UAMTF HQ
"President Ford, are you okay sir?" Trevor asked as he helped the Commander in Chief to his feet.
"I'll be fine, what the hell happened?" Ford asked, rubbing his head.
"Unclear sir, but whatever it was, it may not be over."
Ford nodded. "I need to get in contact with the others now."
"Gotcha. Follow me sir." Trevor said as he led Ford to a chamber.
Inside, a crowd of engineers and scientist stood, mouths agape.
"What's going on?" Trevor asked one of them.
"They're here." An engineer said softly.
He pushed passed them, Ford following closely.
On the screens, shaky footage showed two flaming objects slamming into the Hudson.
Where one of the objects had landed, the water erupted as a massive black creature rose.
It glared down at the city with it's massive red eye, making a strange screeching sound. It's body had pieces replaced by massive mechanical parts. Instead of hands, the creature had giant hooks. Along its stomach was a gargantuan buzzsaw, and it's tail was adorned by a strange mechanical trident.
It screeched and it's eye flashed, before a thin beam of red energy erupted from it, annihilating everything it touched. The creature screeched in what seemed to be twisted joy as it watched a massive explosion engulf a few blocks.
The water behind it bulged, and what rose next was something that could only be best described as a three headed, golden dragon.
Each of it's heads screeched and roared independently as it surveyed the land before it.
The two roared as they began to decimate the city.
Then, a mighty roar filled the air, startling the two.
The first one then turned its attention to the camera operator and fired it's spectacular beam at it.
President Ford awoke with a panicked scream.
He looked around the room and sighed with relief as he remembered where he was.
He laid back down and looked at his clock.
"Three Oh Four." He said aloud.
His nights had been like this a lot recently. Constant plagued by the beings approaching the Earth. Each time it was different, but several things always remained the same. First, the beings would arrive, and "flex their muscles", before getting down to business. Then after a few minutes, he'd hear this terrifying roar, before one of the beings would startle him and wake him.
They had gotten much worse since Trevor showed him "Kiyru".
They had unveiled the mech a week ago, and showed the world what it could do. The world was pleased of course, at least the human aspect seemed to be, but something more primal seemed to be….upset.
But what had him even more on edge was...the craft.
After Kiryu's debut, he was told, then shown something...disturbing.
A mummified spacecraft, that had been uncovered when a new, experimental aircraft crashed in Roswell.
The ship was massive, and oozed an evil presence. The officers at a semi-secret air force base in New Mexico, had told him it was of no danger, and that it was dormant.
He didn't believe them a week ago, and still didn't.
Nothing felt right anymore. He didn't feel safe anywhere, it was as if around every corner, something new, and even more dangerous than the last appeared. 'When will it stop?' he wondered.
A few days ago, they had named the beings that were on their way.
The golden dragon was named King Ghidorah, and the black creature was named Gigan.
And now, on top of the beings, the preparations, and keeping the American people calm, Twelve nuclear submarines had gone missing, each one being found later torn to absolute shreds, and their reactors drained, all hands dead.
"I pray, it's not another hundred foot iguana." He mumbled before closing his eyes.
The next day, the United Anti-Monster Task Force and International Fleet Day parade/festival, in Hawaii.
"I now declare this festival open." A man in an admiral's uniform said as he stood at a podium.
"MechaG you are go for flybye." He said into the microphone.
"Copy that sir." Trevor's voice said over the speakers.
Moments later, Kiryu appeared overhead, flying over the festival, flanked by fifty or so UAMTF AC-3 White Heron fighters.
Thousands of civilians cheered as the massive mechanical monster passed overhead.
As Kiryu and the fighters did their flybys, the naval vessels of the world's nations came to port.
Among them was the USS Carl Vinson, a nuclear powered supercarrier, all six thousand and two crew members enjoying the festivities, but also keeping a watchful eye.
The Vinson was supposed to be accompanied by another supercarrier, the USS George Washington, but strangely the supercarrier had not yet arrived.
Twenty Miles from the festival.
The USS George Washington
The mighty vessel was still. Smoke plumed from the deck, and loading docks. Massive claw marks adorned the vessel. Several planes had made it off the deck before something massive slammed into them several minutes earlier.
They circled like vultures, waiting for it to resurface.
"Target resurfacing, nine o'clock!" One pilot yelled.
They grouped into formation, baring down on the massive black beast rising from the ocean.
A deafening roar filled the air, before blue fire engulfed the jets.
Meanwhile, at the festival.
The Carl Vinson's captain looked out to the east.
"Radio them again." The captain ordered.
A communications officer attempted, but only static returned.
This repeated for three minutes until a clear signal came through.
"Carl Vinson, five o'clock high! Flaming unknown incoming." A familiar voice yelled.
He looked up and saw the charred wreckage of an F-22, just as it careened into the deck of the Carl Vinson, spraying fuel and molten debris across the tarmac.
The Vinson's captain was silent, his gaze fixed on the downed bird.
He was shellshocked. He never heard his crewman's shrieks of terror, neither did he see the massive wave, from which gargantuan jagged dorsal fins protruded, as it raced towards the carrier.
USS Ronald Reagan Supercarrier
The Reagan's captain could only watch with mouth agape as the wave and its occupant rammed the Vinson.
The mighty vessel lurched away from the vessel, the metal bending. The cacophony of metallic sounds erupted from the ship, before the ship's hull gave, and with a deafening boom, it was ripped viciously in half.
The Reagan's captain snapped back, and yelled, "Launch all fighters, and bring weapon systems online! Alert the festival!"
The Vinsons surviving crew scrambled for the tail end of the vessel, climbing into whatever they could, when the sun suddenly seemed to vanish, and they felt the air around them being pushed away from something.
Many of them turned to look at what had surfaced, causing many to soil themselves.
Before them was a massive bipedal black creature. It was covered from head to toe in scales, and from it's back, Jagged dorsal fins grew. It's mouth was adorned by massive teeth and fangs. It's eyes, a soulless white, lacked a pupil.
The beast looked down on them and growled.
Those that had avoided taking a glance, couldn't help but find out what the source of the growl was, and turned to see it.
The beast raised a truly massive clawed hand, but before it could strike, explosions suddenly peppered it's side.
The beast, seemingly unaffected, turned and glared at the USS Ronald Reagan.
It roared, beginning to charge the ship, only to have three missiles slam into its maw, and detonate.
It stopped and turned it's attention to several AC-3 White Herons, which hovered above the Reagan.
It gurgled and bowed its head.
It's dorsal fins flickered a bright blue once. Then again, like flashes of lightning. It's dorsal fins then flashed to life, glowing a brilliant blue. It raised its head in a sudden snap, and opened it's maw, and from the beast's mouth came a beam of white and blue light, that incinerated the White Herons.
Two Herons veered away from the beam, and flew towards it, ready to fire with everything they had, but as they got close to it's chest, it closed it's maw, and in a lightning quick motion, it swiped on Heron out of the sky, and grabbed the other.
It crushed the second plane, and roared.
Fleet Day festival.
All was silent for a few moments, as a beam of blue light cut a swatch across the sky. It was followed by a cacophony of applause, drowning out a faint roar. The people gathered believed it to be a new experimental weapon. How wrong they were.
After a few minutes, a thick plume of black smoke had risen on the horizon, followed by another.
For several minutes, everyone was talking about what it could have been, and how "cool" it was.
Then the wave came.
