And now the final chapter, Epilogue. Here i'll be introducing some foreshadowing for the next stories. Expect a lot of new things to emerge, including an island of "monstrous proportions," a re-invented G-Force, and some old foes as well as new ones to face the King of the Monsters in even more jam-packed epic battles!

Oh, and for info. on the L.E.P. mentioned, just wiki search C.E.R.N. Or, if you've heard of the recent LHC in Europe or plan on seeing the film "Angels and Demons," you'll catch my drift. ;)


Epilogue

(United Nations Headquarters, New York, USA: 2:03 pm: Jan. 5th, 2000)

On the 18-acre grounds somewhere on the East side of Manhattan lay a single black skyscraper and low concrete building that stretched out like a destroyer ship. Several dozen flags waved gloriously in the breeze on the street across from the buildings. It was a sight to behold, a symbol of great power.

Behind those concrete and steel walls, a top secret meeting was about to take place. Leaders and speakers from various countries around the world were walking down the large halls of the U.N. Headquarters, discussing what must be done about the urgent situation.

One man in particular, an elderly speaker for Switzerland, was making his way down the hall at a brisk pace, combing back what little gray hair he had left on his head. A younger, shorter man ran to catch up with him. He grabbed his arm.

"Fredrik," the younger man said, catching his breath. "Fredrik, wait."

Fredrik stopped and turned. "Isak. The meeting is in five minutes. What is it?"

Isak looked around. "It regards C.E.R.N. They just called in moments ago and wanted to-

"Shh," Fredrik said. He combed his hair back again and straightened his suit. "We shouldn't be discussing this now. Can't it wait?"

"Sir, it's just-

"Does this concern the L.E.P. incident back in early December? Because I already know. They had some malfunctions and we promised we'd pay for the losses."

"It's not that. The particle accelerator, well, it presented some unexpected results."

"Can't we talk about this after-

"It created a wormhole."

Fredrik straightened up. "What?"

"A wormhole, sir. The night Gigan and the others attacked-

Fredrik put his hand over his Isak's mouth. "That's enough." Fredrik stared off, thinking. He felt a shiver down his spine, but immediately shook it off. "I want you to keep this thing under wraps, alright? We are not to discuss this again until we get back home."

Isak nodded, then continued walking with Fredrik. "You know, I don't know what to expect from the meeting today but I don't think Japan is going to have a hard time getting funding for their project."

"We'll see. Majority rules, and under the circumstances I think the other countries are going to make exceptions."

Fredrik entered the meeting room, which looked like a large amphitheatre. At the end of the room, pass all the rows of seats and just above the podium, was the global emblem of the U.N.. Spotlights shone softly on it, giving it a warm glow. On either side of the bronze emblem were giant flat screen televisions. Fredrik took his seat to the left and up near the front row. The rest of the members gathered shortly, and the meeting had begun.

"As you all know," Japan's speaker said into the microphone, "We have witnessed one of the most horrendous daikaiju attacks in history. Gigan, Shiigan, and the recently titled 'Dogora' were wrecking havoc from country to country. Where they came from is still unknown."

Images flashed on the television screens showing the 'terrifying trio' destroying city after city. Fredrik wiped the sweat from his forehead and eyed the others. The speech continued.

"The fortunate news is that these three are finally gone, completely wiped from existence. This satellite image caught footage of the event."

The television screens showed a blurry image of the sun as one side burst into large flames that licked across space. The image was replayed but slower, and a small speck could be seen shooting like a comet into the sun.

"This footage has not been leaked to the press yet, and whether it will or not remains undecided. Now, for the more important matter at hand. The other daikaiju. This species of gigantic animals is a rapidly growing issue that must be resolved one way or another."

The Russian speaker stood up from his seat. "Those monsters are no species. It is our fault they exist! We had Megalon, The United States had Hedorah, and let us not forget who is responsible for the 'king' of these monsters."

There was an uproar in the room, which was quickly silenced.

"I understand your anger but this is no time for pointing fingers," the Japanese speaker continued. "We would like to propose an idea to put a stop to all daikaiju attacks once and for all. The recent failure known as G-Force proved unsuccessful, and Japan has been the leading country in the fight against these giant beasts. However, with the recent construction of Global Defense Force we now have greater opportunities to come together in this ongoing struggle. I would like to put forward 'Project Mecha.'

"Wasn't this idea suggested once before?" somebody spoke up.

"Yes, but we didn't have the funding. With funding we could pay the costs to build an arsenal of giant mechas to stop these monsters from ever attacking another city again. You won't have to worry about paying for city losses against monster attacks from here on out."

There was a silence that filled the room for over a minute. Then someone spoke.

Fredrik stood. "Suppose we pay for the funding. How many of these so-called 'mechas' do we plan on building? Will there be enough for all of us, or is this just for Japan's benefit? As we clearly saw these past few decades, no country is safe."

"Yes, we do plan on building an assortment of protection. The number one primary threat is Godzilla. Once he is out of the way-

A speaker for the United States intervened. "I'm sorry but, didn't Godzilla save this very state from total destruction by Hedorah no more than a year ago? This may sound outrageous, but Godzilla is a national hero."

"That's right," the Russian speaker said, standing up again. "He sent Megalon running for the hills-

"And right into ours." The speaker for Pakistan interrupted.

There was an outbreak of arguments here and there. The room was silenced as the Japanese speaker responded.

"Be that as it may, Godzilla is not a hero to Japan. Just because it destroys one daikaiju doesn't mean it is doing it out of moral choice. An animal is an animal, and that is just what Godzilla is. He is a brute force of nature that must be stopped. With 'Project Mecha,' we can make this world a safer place. What does the board think?"

(Argentina, South America: 4:28 pm: January 5th, 2000)

The sun shone high in the sky on a hot, pleasant afternoon in South America. Thorne and Eric had on straw hats, khaki shorts and pairs of sunglasses to make due while they walked down the little town market. They stopped by a small stand where a woman sold clay pottery. Eric looked up and down the street.

"They said they'd be here," Eric said.

"Give 'em time," Thorne replied. "I'm sure they're just doing some touring."

Just a few feet ahead was a Japanese couple walking past the fruit stand. The woman was average height with jet black hair. She wore an awkwardly large hat and carried herself in a very business-like manner. Her male companion was lean and wore a white buttoned shirt. He looked a little more relaxed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose from time to time.

Eric and Thorne waited to be noticed. When the couple looked their direction, they immediately walked over to the pottery stand. They greeted each other.

Sho put out his hand. "Eric and Nathaniel Thorne, I presume?"

Thorne nodded. "That's right. Friends of Shota and Yumi."

"Yes," Kazuto smiled, brushing the hair out of her face. "They told us all about your daring rescue."

Thorne blushed. "Ah, it was nothing. How are those two anyway?"

"I think they're in Hawaii right now."

"Ah, a nice little getaway," Eric winked.

Thorne coughed. "Yes, so.... Down to business."

"Right," Sho said as the four of them walked down the street. "We were interested in what Shota and Yumi had to tell us about your association."

Thorne smiled. "Yes, for the last few years we've been colliding a group of activists with the remnants of your former 'G-Force' team. I think you'll find we do things much differently here."

Sho stopped. "Here?"

Thorne scratched his head. "Well, we sort of have to start here. The Brazilian and American governments are funding for us to build something, so they set up a base."

Kazuto and Sho looked to each other and smiled. "Impressive."

"Yes," Thorne said. "Not only that, but we might just get the rights to an entire island! It's not far from Costa Rica. Just think, an island where we could let daikaiju inhabit and thrive. Got any names in mind? All we've come up with is 'Monster Island,' though that sounds a little corny."

"Sounds perfect," Kazuto said.

"We're still recruiting, and we were hoping to get hold of some good kaijuologists."

"We're right up your alley," Sho said.

"That's good to hear. What happened with GDF?"

Sho frowned. "We'll explain more later. For now, let's just say they're moving in another direction. One we don't particularly agree with."

"We're right there with you. In fact, I've come to find that a lot of times it's easier to fight fire with fire."

"What do you mean?"

"Like I said, we're getting an island and a base to build something. You're familiar with the old Mecha-Godzilla built back in '93, aren't you?"

Sho and Kazuto nodded.

Thorne grinned. "We have the blueprints."

(Global Defense Force Headquarters, Japan: 10:01 am: January 6th, 2000)

In a tiny circular office, the lights were dimmed and a large television screen flashed images behind the largest chair at the end of the table. In the chair sat the boss, a man with short black hair and glasses sat at a straight posture. His appearance was cold, artificial. He looked down the table at the several businessmen.

The boss cleared his throat. "I brought you here today to discuss 'Project Mecha.' As you know, we've had to let some people go in the last few weeks. A few scientists, a couple kaijuologists. No big losses, fortunately. The point is, I'm sure you're all interested in taking this company in a new direction. We were just informed this morning that the United Nations is giving over total funding for our project, and I'd like to see us getting to work right away."

A man near the end of the table raised his hand.

"Yes?" the boss said.

"Is this project a defensive action?"

The boss chuckled. "While our main concern is protecting Japan, I think it's just as necessary we consider this an all-out hunt."

The television screen flickered on. The image of a mechanical dragon hung over the boss's chair. A three-headed mechanical dragon.

"No kaiju will be safe," the boss said. "Not even Godzilla."


Well, there it is! Godzilla X Gigan: Millennium. Other than Godzilla, my favorite daikaiju is Gigan. That being said, i really think he deserved credit where credit is due, and so this story was a tribute to my favorite Toho monster. Also, the Nebulans have always been my favorite alien race in the Godzilla films and i feel they are very underrated (though i changed their background to being "Earth-originated" because i felt it was a little more creative and cool). The idea of killing Anguirus was hanging in the air for awhile, but in the end i thought it'd be the best choice. I really enjoyed writing it, and i hope you enjoyed reading it.

As you can see, this clearly isn't the end of the Godzilla Jr. series. Expect new versions of the mechas (both Heisei and Showa versions), including some rarely used giant animal kaiju from old showa films.

My next story (synopsis is below) is going to be more of a spin-off to the series, and after that i'm finishing the series with Godzilla: Mecha Wars, which will either be a two-parter story or a trilogy - and will include much more kaiju interaction and battles. Anywho, below is a teaser for the next story...


You've heard of daikaiju. You've seen them battle on film, videogames, and books. You know of the awesome power they're capable of. Now ask yourself: What if i woke up one day, and were a daikaiju? At age eighteen, the boy of this story is going to wake up one morning and discover that things will never be the same.

In a quiet little town just outside of Fukuoka, Japan, there lay a quiet little school. In this quiet little school there were a plethora of well-mannered students. This high school is proud of their faculty, and of the young minds they teach. Their students are bright, with the potential to do great things. One boy in particular not only has potential, he is destined for great things.

Meet Ryuu Kimura. Age eighteen. Five foot nine. Black hair, blue eyes. A perfectly healthy young man with a dream. At first glance you'd think he was normal. Just another teenager. However, unlike most boys, Ryuu is gifted.

Eleven years ago there was a fierce battle between Godzilla and SpaceGodzilla in the very city he grew up in. After the battle, Fukuoka was never the same. Though he was long dead, SpaceGodzilla left something behind. A plague. The citizens of Fukuoka were never the same, and underneath their skin lay a virus waiting to awaken. Ryuu is the boy who can awaken that virus. He has the power to lead the infected people of Fukuoka into a new age of men. But with power comes the ultimate moral question: what will you do with the power you hold? Will you fight for order? Or chaos?

Whatever the choice, Ryuu Kimura will change the world. And nothing will stand in his way.

Kimura's Curse, the sixth installment of the Godzilla Junior series. COMING SOON: sometime this spring