again, apologies for ho long it took to come out with ch.6. had a lot going on. so, as a reward for patience, here's ch. 7, which I whipped up as quick as possible.

CH.7

Tokyo was an interesting city. Being the site of the original Godzilla's 1954 attack, it was the first city ever to be rebuilt after a kaiju attack. Due to this, the people of that great city and their heroism served as a model to the entire world, which was soon dealing with many such kaiju woes. Thus, when G-force was organized, this city was selected to be the world HQ. This city, which had been the first to be victimized by the monsters, was now heading the efforts to destroy the monsters. The base itself was beautiful, a marvel of architecture and technology which had been built on to and grew more impressive as the years drew on. But today it was in crisis. Reports from London, as well as Dr. Smithson's theory of Z's motives, had people scrambling about madly. At the center of the scramble were the two leaders of G-force, George Martin and general Ishiro. Ishiro was the head commander and the only person in the whole of G-force with authority even over Martin. He was tall, built, with the darkest of hair and a stern expression. He was a marvel to watch, organizing troops to prepare for the attack they all knew was coming. One of the lieutenants spoke up.

"General Ishiro sir! Mechagodzilla is approaching, on the horizon!"

"Are our defenses in place?"

"Yes sir. The troops are as ready as they'll ever be."

Ishiro looked at the view screens and said, with an air of urgency, "Then there's only one thing to be done; let us pray."

A line of maser cannons stood between Mechagodzilla and Tokyo, and a battalion of enemy jets dotted the skies ahead. Z laughed at the pitiful display.

"Well, well, well!" the alien snickered, "The apes have anticipated my moves better than I might have thought. No matter, all the more fun for me."

The masers were first, firing a blast of pure energy directly at Mechagodzilla. The blasts hit their mark, and there resulted a huge mid-air explosion. However, when the smoke cleared, Mechagodzilla still hovered there, barely a scratch on it. Again Z chuckled.

"Is that the best you've got?" And with that Mechagodzilla's chest compartments opened up, and a rain of missiles came down upon the masers, destroying them with little effort. This target destroyed, Z looked up at the swarm of jets before him. "Next?"

And the battle was on, though one could hardly call it a battle. It was more of a slaughter, with jets buzzing about like flies to deliver missiles which had little to no effect. With a wave of its arm Mechagodzilla dispelled many of them, the rest meeting their eventual end by the mech's powerful mouth blasts. Before long, all the opponents were gone and the machine had reached its intended destination. Devastated, Ishiro and George watched as the powerful Mechagodzilla touched down in the middle of the city, crushing buildings and leading to great collateral damage. And then the unthinkable. Mechagodzilla fired hundreds of guided missiles from its back, which swarmed around the city, causing devastation. Worst of all were the targets. The missiles took out roads, tunnels, bridges. Any and all ways out of the city were gone. There would be no evacuations. The lieutenant spoke again.

"Sirs, they're sending a signal, trying to communicate with us."

"Well, patch them through." Ishiro said. And so, before long all the viewing screens changed, and there in the pilot seat sat the huge insect form of Z, a grin on his human face. Behind him stood Mifune, who wore a quiet calculating expression.

"What do you want scum?" asked Ishiro.

Z responded, snickering as he spoke. "As you can see, we've sealed Tokyo off. Nobody leaves, which means if you don't give in to our demands, everybody dies."

"And just what are your demands?"

"Glad you asked. We want your G-cells. All of them. You will deliver them to us, or we will use this weapon to wipe out every man, woman and child in the Tokyo area, and take the G-cells by force."

There was a great silence. Their request was an impossible one, yet there seemed to be little choice. Z spoke again.

"I suspected there to be some reticence, and I'm sure you humans have much debating to do. So here's what I'll do. 24 hours. No more, no less. If I don't have my G-cells by this time tomorrow, then you've signed your own death notice. We excitedly await your decision."

And with that, the screens changed once again, and the madman was gone, replaced by the images of Mechagodzilla, standing frozen in the center of town. George quickly broke the silence.

"Well, there you have it. We've no choice. We must give in and give them the G-cells."

"Not so hasty." Ishiro responded." There are variables to consider. Before we consider giving in to these terrorists, I suggest we make use of the day we've been given."

"You can't be serious! You saw how easily they cut through our defenses, what choice do we have?"

"I don't want to hear it." Responded the old general. "Don't forget, you may be the liaison between G-force and the world leaders, but I still outrank you. We will not respond to this threat, at least not yet. Now if you'll excuse me I have thinking to do." And with that he left the room.

George was angered, not used to being outranked. "Great, just great!" he said, "I think I can honestly say, things can't get much worse."

In Russia, Honda sat in his tent, test tubes scattered about. The remains of Biollante were truly a marvelous thing to study. Their cellular structure was miraculous, like nothing ever seen before. He enjoyed his new post here, despite the disturbing news of late. Outside, the soldiers who were accompanying him stood around talking.

"Man, I hate being on these scientific assignments, especially when you hear about all the stuff going on."

"I hear you Mac…what I wouldn't do for some action. Some kind of excitement."

They got their wish. Suddenly, Honda began to hear screams, of soldiers and scientists alike. Exiting his tent, he couldn't believe what he saw. The vines of Biollante, which had lay dead about the ground, were suddenly springing to life! Soldiers fired bullets in all directions, only to be ripped apart by the plant appendages. One scientist, who had been scraping samples from the vines, met an especially gruesome death. At the end of the vine there was a small rosebud, with a mouth and teeth at its center. Opening this mouth, it sprayed the frightened scientist in the face with a strange yellow mist. The mist burned the man's flesh, and he fell to the ground and rolled around in agony. Faced with this massacre all around him, Honda turned to run, but tripped and hit his head, going out cold. When he came to, about an hour later, he picked himself up and dusted off.

"I got to stop taking these type assignments." he said. Then, turning, he was taken aback. All the others were dead, and Biollante, the giant plant was gone, leaving a humongous hole behind.