Chapter 2 of my fanfic, Big G himself awakens and forshadowing for the plot comes into play, as well as introduce one of our main characters. Enjoy! Impact
NASA Headquarters, midday, Present Day;
The control room was a buzz of activity, it was a special mission, a rarity that a craft had to be rushed into flight. The International Space Station was now in a decaying orbit; threatening to fall out of orbit and crash into the Earth with its crew still onboard. The Discovery had been hurried into action and launched earlier that day. "This is mission control to space shuttle Discovery, what is your status commander Terrence," said the lead scientist.
"This is Discovery to mission control, we're approaching the International Space Station," said the commanding astronaut on the ship.
"Alright, now we're running out of time so hurry, the station will enter the Earth atmosphere soon and we need to get those men and women out of there before that happens."
International Space Station, 12:15 pm;
Michael Stone, a 40 year old astronaut with fair skin, red hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile, finished collecting his stuff and rushed to the airlock area. He'd been commanding officer on this mission for the last five months, he couldn't figure out how this had happened but boy it was happening, they had 20 minutes before the craft would enter the atmosphere, so time was of the essence. Suddenly, he stopped by the main computer and activated it. "Commander Stone, what are you doing? Time is running out," said a black haired Russian that shared the station.
"I just need to find out where this thing is going to land," said Michael, projecting the course on the computer. "Good thing I did, according to this, most of the debris would land in San Francisco," he said. "Get on the shuttle, I'll alter the course to see if I can make it land much further north."
The Russian nodded. "Ok, be hurrying up commander," he said, running to the airlock.
Michael typed on the control panel as fast as he could, altering certain aspects about the station to make it land further north. The computer said it'd land in the Arctic Ocean. "That's the best I'll be able to do," he said. He turned to leave but the monitor came alive. The image was blurry at best, he could make out are large black shape with two glowing red eyes.
The figure was speaking a language that Michael couldn't understand at all but there was one word he could make out. "Gigan," it said, the tone threatening, adding an ominous tone to the word. A few 'sentences' later, it once again said the word. It said it that word several times throughout before the transmission ended.
Michael shook his head in disbelief but looked at the timer, 10 minutes till reentry. He ran to the docking area and rushed into the Discovery. "The station will land somewhere in the Arctic Ocean," he said, buckling up as the shuttle detached from the station. He looked to the Russian. "Ivan, does the word Gigan mean anything to you?"
Ivan cocked his eyebrow. "No, why is it you ask?"
Michael thought about it, deciding not to make himself look stupid. "Its nothing."
Northern Icecap, 12:30 pm;
The Arctic was in the portion of the year it faced opposite of the sun, cloaked in night for months on end. However, a blazing object lit up the dark sky. The International Space Station broke apart as it tore through the sky but even as metal and solar panels tore off and spread throughout the wasteland, the main portion of the station remained whole. The white hot center module careened through the skies, barreling towards the icy landscape below. The impact was great, smashing through the ice, uprooting and sending it flying in all directions. The great heat melted ice and raised the temperature of the water for only a few moments, however that would be enough to trigger the greatest disaster mankind had ever known. The ice weakened around a missive iceberg that had remained under the impact site for eons. Its top may have extended out of the water, but the rest of its mass, as with many icebergs, was underwater, kept safely frozen for countless millennia with its prisoner incased deep inside. However, while the world of man was safe from the behemoth, he was not completely safe from it. Nuclear pollution of all sorts had circulated through the currents, mutating this titan to massive size and power. He was the same species as Shinmura had discovered in Alaska's bush, only very much alive. His skin was charcoal grey, the serrated dorsal spines were a grayish blue with flesh creeping up the center to hold them in place, and most importantly, the mutated leviathan towered over four times the size of his former self, an enormous 90 meters tall and measured over 200 meters from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail.
As the ice cracked and split, previously weakened by Global Warming, now shattered by the force of the International Space Station, it could no longer hold 'Gojira' in his hibernation as the loud noise of the splintering ice woke the beast. His spines flashed blue, heat building up in them, causing the ice to melt and crack further. His claws began to move, life rushing back into the prehistoric titan. At last, his fiery orange, reptilian eyes opened to behold the world for the first time in centuries. He tore free from his icy prison, rising out of the frozen sea and letting out a long, bellowing roar to echo along the silent wastelands. The mammoth beast's mind filled with anger at his awakening, like any creature awakened against its will from hibernation, he dove under the ice, swimming towards warmer waters.
So, what'd you think? Sorry it was short, but I didn't want to draw it out too long. Anyway, please tell me how you feel about it!
