I'M BAAAAACK! And with a new Chapter! I will admit, up front, it is a it more expositional than story, but fret not, plot is on the way!
(P.S: Ryusuchus means dragon-crocodile)
As usual, credit for this idea goes to A3kid on deviantart, and all characters are (c) their respective owners.
Raynis Street Apartments, 1000 hours
Zilla snapped awake in a rush of panic, believing he was going to be late to work. As he was jumping out of bed, he suddenly remembered his current situation. He paused, and a wave of relief came over him. He sidled back to bed and slipped back under the covers, wanting to enjoy the warmth of the bed and the lack of a need to do any work.
He lay there for about two minutes before he was sick of it.
The reptilian cop got out of bed and judged it was high-time to take a shower.
As the water rushed over his scales, he tried to think of something to do. He hadn't given himself a day off in months, and hadn't spent a day without having to run errands in years. Zilla was lost.
'Well,' he thought, 'I'm sure as hell not going to find something to do in here.'
So, after getting dressed in civilian clothes and scarfing down a yogurt for breakfast, he set out on town.
He wandered a bit. Red's didn't open for another few hours so that was out. She wouldn't be there until tomorrow anyways, so it was doubly out.
Zilla process a few random choices, then settled on the Harryhausen History Museum, as he knew he could spend a few hour in there enjoying the air conditioning and the quiet atmosphere.
It was a good walk, but he needed the fresh air and the distractions city life can provide. Food carts roved the streets, mostly operated by down-on-their-luck mechas, while street performers tried to gain enough change to live off.
When he finally got to the museum he stiffened, mainly because he had forgotten the relatively new feature. There was a small circle at the base of the steps, in the centre of which was a detailed marble statue of Commissioner Gamera.
He was in a refined pose, as if dictating to the people passing by. However, there was one feature that was out-of-place. The terrapin's shell wasn't marble, or any other type of stone, but real. The shell of the deceased commissioner himself, fastened and attached to the statue.
Zilla paused and gave a slight salute to the memorial. Gamera had probably been the most influential and effective police commissioner Harryhausen ever had. In his term, he had swept up crime and nearly eradicated it. Then, a shadow had appeared on the horizon. One by the name of Godzilla. All that was concrete about him was that he was a war veteran and a saurian kaiju.
The shadowy figure quickly amassed a massive organization of professional criminals and petty vandals. A war began between the cops and the criminals, and for a while, it seemed like law enforcement might win. Then, one day, Gamera disappeared. His car, last seen outside a restaurant in the manufacturing district, eventually turned up at the bottom of a river. Well, most of it was, a portion of it had been, presumably, scrapped for parts. Gamera himself vanished. No trace for several days. Then, his shell had turned up, cleaned and polished on the steps of city hall.
After some digging it turned out the restaurant's owners were connected to the Don, distant cousins of some sort. Subsequently, there was a raid of the place, and found a shed of Gamera's shell on the ground, with a bit of Godzilla's blood nearby.
Immediately, a criminal charge was filed against Godzilla for first-degree murder. The case was long and hard-fought. The District Attorney, Mothra, attacked and fought tooth and nail to get Godzilla on the charges. However, the kingpin's lawyer was just as vicious, and managed to get his client off without so much as a fine.
After that, the king of crime ruled over the city with an iron fist. Not a speck of crime happened without somehow being tied to him. Of course, this was all not technically true. No allegations or theories about Godzilla have ever been proven, he was just a presence. One completely untouchable. Hell, just from his normal behavior one would think he was a normal citizen. He had never even done something as minor as run a traffic light. Everything the police knew was from rumors off the street and general hearsay, but, sadly street rumors were hardly basis for legal action, especially if none were obtained in a confession.
Zilla shook his head out of his reverie, and walked into the museum, letting his eyes rest for a few more moments on the statue before focusing back on the building before him.
The Harryhausen Museum was constructed nearly a century earlier by some multi-millionaire conservationist, built to preserve samples of living creatures as well as the fossils of extinct ones, and the history of the country itself.
The off-duty officer walked in and paid for admission, muttering about how much the price had gone up since he last came, and entered the museum proper. The lobby was cavernous and huge, more like a temple than a museum. In the center stood the fossilized skeleton of ryusuchus, a prehistoric predator that many scientist have theorized to be the saurian kaiju ancestor. It was posed as if roaring triumphantly, enjoying its long-extinct freedom.
Zilla strolled through the lobby, and started trying to decide what exhibit he should poke around in. He waffled between the biological sciences wing and the historical wing, eventually deciding on the historical. He walked through the halls, more scanning the displays than actually examining them. However, one caught his interest. It was an exhibit of a set of kaiju armor mounted on a mannequin posed as if preparing to fight, opposing it was a model of a standard war-class mecha. The officer stared and walked forward, sitting on a bench in front of the case. His mind slipped into thought about the darkest time of the civilized world.
The Kaiju-Mecha War.
The kaiju and mecha civilizations were sister cultures, each born a long time ago, the first kaiju city appearing some seven thousand years ago, the mechas not long after in the form of clockworks. Tension between the two peoples was palpable for several thousand years, each race mistreating the other in their legal systems, but only broke into war a handful of times. However, about thirty years ago, the tension broke into a world-war.
A kaiju monarch was on a peace mission in a neighboring Mecha state when extremists assassinated him. This set off a quick chain of events, culminating with almost every kaiju nation allied against the equally united Mecha countries. The entire situation ended up contained in the old countries, carried out in the form of ferocious trench warfare and massive city sieges. It carried on for nearly fourteen years. An estimated twelve million souls, both kaiju and mecha, died in the war.
It was only after the battle lines ground to a halt and a stalemate dragged on for over two years did the higher-ups manage to iron out a treaty, ironing out the political issues the different countries had against each other.
For the past sixteen years, the world has been healing and settling. Societal tensions between kaiju and Mecha remain relatively high, though the political ones were largely eradicated.
Zilla blinked a bit, clearing his head of his history class, then huffed and stood up, deciding to keep walking. Thoughts about a war that nearly brought about the extinction of all civilized life weren't ones he needed.
After poking about a bit in the historical wing, he walked back out into the lobby, and stared at the fossil that represented his long-distant ancestor. He sighed and wondered if the ryusuchus ever had problems with keeping its mind preoccupied."
As Zilla passed the skeleton of the great beast, he heard a strange scuffling amongst the crowd, accompanied by rapid footsteps as if someone was trying to make a break for it. on instinct, he almost gave chase, then put those thoughts out of his mind. He was on a bit of leave after all. 'Perhaps a look through the Biology wing' he thought, 'After all, what better way to sooth the mind than seeing nature's wonders?' And he slowly walked to the other wing.
Just outside the lobby however, stood a raptorial dragon-like kaiju with strange look that rested between shock and glee, digging out his phone and walking away, he muttered, "Wait 'till the boss hears about this..."