September 1st, 8:56pm

Unknown Island in the middle of the pacific

  Passing winds roared as Mogera sped through the hanging clouds. Its glowing eyes shining like a cat's in a dark alleyway.  Below waters crushed against something solid, something not man made.

  "Darkness and clouds clear, island in view. Preparations for landing ready." The speedy, thorough voice spoke once again through the round speaker.

  Mogera stopped in mid air, turning itself upright, hovering high above the island. Slowly it dropped, like an old man sinking into a warm bath. Its giant block feet touched the ground, already troopers were running pass, in their hands, they carried the keys of destruction. A key that would bring death to whom every touched its warmth.

Searchlights probed from the ground around the base that stood in the middle of the flourished island. The strains of light sliced through the screaming and yelling of the darken night.

  "Alpha team engaged, Delta team engaged, Beta team standing at point." The static, TV reporter like voice spoke yet again.  

   Marcus stood watch; looking on as groups of opposing armed men followed from the huge, boxy complex, ready to defend what's theirs. Mogera's eyes followed as they came closer and in a flash of gold, the men disappeared, only leaving behind them the smoking crater that will hold their lost souls forever.

  "Men against a god, I am sure that they know better than oppose something like that." Mogera stepped forward, crushing more helpless characters of the company in its path. With panic, the troops left, running for something they didn't want casted down on them, death. In seconds the newly formed battlefield was cleared, only leaving burning fires left to fight. 

   Mogera stepped forward again, striding heavy and slowly. A sound like a car backfiring ten times over filled the air, sailing its way towards the robot. Mogera's bulky, clean shoulder burned with a cloud of flames and gunpowder as the cannon fire collide with it.  In a whirl of gears, Mogera faced its attacker. In the vast waters of the pacific, a lone destroyer wading, it's naval guns aimed. Its crew had hope on their side, but lacking luck they wouldn't survive this time. The main cannons fired again, sending scores of shells aching high. In a blaze of orange raindrops, the cannon fire fell on its target. Fires popped and snapped on Mogera's armored hide, hiding the pain away from its inner workings. Marcus not letting the crew even get another chance to load their cannons from a third go, switches on the plasma maser cannon. The hefty dash rolled out, jerking to a stop as it locked into place. Super-heated plasma ran it's turn towards the still, sleeping ship. In new light, a power never seen before to the crewmen was displayed just before it hit their ship. A wild cloud of smoke and eating fires rose from the wreckage, screaming out their animal cries. 

  A wailing sound came deep from the complex; alarms were shrieking their warning, a warning to the invaders. Mogera once again, turned its gaze at the working plant that stood in their way. Off to the left, steel doors buried themselves in the grass plain. Each corner of the steel ground was tipped with a swirling red light, barking their caution that something was coming up. The dull, gray doors hoisted themselves from the ground, tilting their heads to the sky. A rush of air floated to the top as the colossal-sized lift stopped. Lights turned, brighten the new arrival to the battlefield.  In the mist of metal and steel, a wet blob rolled itself about. The creature's eight arms worked as wheels to drive its massive body forward. On top of its wet, snake like appendages, laid a giant lamp shaped head, a sail of skin outlining it.  Two giant huge eyes of orange voids seemed to be enabled to piece a man's soul without any problem. The company's newest weapon awoken from its slumber, Gezora had come.

September 1st, 9:26pm

Over the Pacific Ocean            

Miki's mind winced with energy stronger enough to pierce her eyes. She already knew, the odd changed feeling that she felt, it was Godzilla. It was like a she just got punched in the gut, a horrible twisted feeling, but one she know all to well and loved. All of this felt like she was losing a close friend, waiting by their side as they spoke in a strange dying tongue. That's the only way Miki could handle this, like the death of a close friend that she can't help. Once a tremor of agony and confusion washed over Miki, making her brace her hands onto the sides of the sit.  The pilot lent over, lending Miki his eyes.

" Are you all right, Miss. Saegusa? I could turn around if you want me to?" The pilot's hand reached out to touch her shoulder, to smooth her pain that she displayed.

Miki in between breathes said" No, I am fine. It's just his presence and mind that is doing this to me. Something I am afraid you couldn't understand. Keep going, I need to see if there is any physical harm done." Miki's gasping breathes worried the pilot, but he pressed on.

 The young physic let out a weep of stinging pain, jagged enough for the pilot to feel the burning throb in his chest as well. Watery drops formed at the edges of their eyes. As the tears flowed, the waters churned, almost reacting to their crying. As the waves of pain secreted from Miki, the bubbling waters unleashed a fury of living rocks. As the brimstone monster raised its thick, tree trunk like neck into the darkness, it let out a roar that hadn't been heard by the ears of man every. The cockpit of the helicopter shattered with agony, chilling to the bone. Godzilla's metal state rocketed itself into Miki's mind scrabbling what was left of her cognitive thought process. Her thoughts and Godzilla's were one, mending the wounds of both into a giant snake of horrid images. Miki, young brave woman held on as long as she could, feeding off Godzilla's mind, gathering whatever she could before the shock hit. 

 In her mind, a clear image flashed, sparking before it disappeared into nothingness. With the last of her strength Miki formed a metal wall around the floating picture. With nothing more than a weak whimper, Miki fall, her body slumbering over like a limp body of potatoes.

"Miss. Saegusa! Miss. Saegusa!" His frantic, ample words didn't reach her glowing ears and with that he turned around, fearing the worse for the sweet girl.