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Himura took a step back, desperate to escape from the slowly approaching monster. He could hardly breath, the sheer presence of the thing stalking towards him like the predator it was overwhelming. It was with a sort of shocked clarity that he realized he was going to die. He couldn't hope to fight this thing, and if it was anything like he thought he wouldn't have any hope of outrunning it as he looked at the huge, curved talons that scrapped the floor with every step. In his horrified stupor, he tripped backwards just as the beast opened its mouth. The golden bolt traveled the distance before he could react, sailing just over his head and crashing against a wall somewhere far away in the darkness.
He scrambled back on the ground, the instinct to flee overwhelming even the thought that he could never hope to. He no longer felt sick, he couldn't even feel his legs he was so terrified. He was going to die, and there was nothing he could do about it. For a second, the monster seemed silver, and his eyes became so wide they hurt, his body shocked even beyond shaking. He realized that he'd stopped moving, and looked down to see the creatures claws closed on his ankle, trapping him with trivial ease from its strength and sheer mass. He was trapped, at the mercy of something that clearly didn't have any.
"Mortal, scream for me, that your death might amuse your god." The beast said in a voice far too calm and clear for such a demon.
Himura just gaped, not even feeling as everything below the knee went spiraling off into the darkness, the warmth splashing dots onto his face. He looked down numbly, seeing the red smear under the creatures foot, and screamed so loud it felt like his throat was on fire. The creature just looked down at him, red eyes seeming to tear his very soul apart. His scream caught in his throat when something sped over his shoulder and hit the beasts knee. Both Himura and the monster looked at it, a small circle smoking on the scales.
A second red bolt sped over his head and impacted the golden beast, who reacted in confusion rather than pain, another 3 blasts knocking it back and off of him. Himura turned to see Gordon, laser pistol held high and flanked by two mutants, who raised their maser rifles and fired. The beast seemed to vanish as it charged, covering the distance in seconds, the masers searing a hole in its shoulder and another three along its left flank. It was among the two mutants before they could react, the first only managing another two shots to the gut before the jaws closed around his neck and tore his head off. The second got another shot, then dropped the gun and engaged in hand-to-hand. He deflected a number of blows, knocked away a slicing tail, kicked the beast in the side to no effect, was grabbed by the leg to keep him off balance, and took a fist through the chest which painted the wall behind him in blood.
The monster turned to Gordon, grinning as he yanked its arm free, raising its bloody claws to show the man. Glaring, Gordon drew his katana. The beast charged, and Gordon ducked the claws, slicing his blade along the beasts belly. The shining steel slid along the scales with a keening wail, the blade unable to pierce the golden hide. The monster swung its tail, and Gordon went sailing, landing in a heap halfway to Himura. The monster stalked towards him, cackling as it went, light building in its mouth. From where he lay, Gordon rolled over and shot the beast in the neck, causing it to rear back just as it fired, the bolt searing the ceiling. The beast looked at Gordon with a grin, sped towards him, and picked him up by the throat.
"We remember you. You fought these once, stopped our conquering of your world with the Kaiser. You are strong for your kind. We shall enjoy tasting your blood."
"Taste your own first, freak." The man spat.
The beast looked at him with a grin, and lazily tossed him into the wall, were he slid to the floor. Blood poured down his face from a wound above one eye, and his left arm was bent unnaturally from where he had landed on it. The beast loomed above the old Admiral, picking him up and holding him face to face, grinning wide as it opened its mouth to charge another beam. Gordon glared into the blood-red eyes, drew his pistol from his side, and fired point blank into the beasts right eye. It released him with a howl, the beam blasting the place he had just been. It held its face as it looked at him, thrusting its other hand forward to where his head had been a moment before, Gordon rolling underneath it. It turned with a roar and charged, and met with one of Gordon's own, the curved blade lancing up and striking in the center of the creatures chest at its weakest point. Thrusting up with all his might, using the monsters own momentum, Gordon lifted the entire thing above his head with one arm, and brought it down full force. It crashed to the ground with a loud hack, the blade having impaled it when it charged, pushed further with its weight, and gone all the way through as it was brought down, piercing through the monsters spine and embedding itself up to the handle in its chest and sunk several inches into the steel floor.
Gordon rose slowly, silently, and looked down at the thing as the red light faded from its eyes. He took a deep breath, drew his pistol, and put a red bolt in each socket and another two dead center in its neck. Blood trickled from its mouth.
"Told him."
Satisfied that it was dead, he walked over to Himura, and looked at his bloody leg, grimacing.
"Sorry kid, this is gonna hurt." He said, as he drew the pistol, aimed it at the grisly stump, and pulled the trigger.
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Mara was dragged into a small chamber, tossed into the far wall as Gaonaga closed her in with a series of crystalline bars forming a vertical and horizontal wall. She was trapped, with nothing but a small window to the outside, a view of space and earth. She could see what looked like fires all the war from here, but they were probably the engines of the countless ships falling from the sky to unleash gods only knew what. One more sick joke; to taunt her with a vision of home as it burned. She turned back to look at Gaonaga, the red saurian's gaze moving up and down her body.
"What is it?" She asked, not much else to do than talk.
"Your form, it is familiar. I'm not sure where, but it feels like I've seen it before."
"Unlikely. It is not a power that exists away from earth." She said, gazing down at the lotus on her chest.
"Hmph, regardless." He snorted out, scowling. "This is not how I wished things to be. You deserved to fight and die in battle, not in captivity as some worthless experiment. Damn those dragon bastards."
"You do not serve Ghidorah willingly."
"No, I don't. I serve because I must." He growled out.
"I don't understand."
"I serve because I have no other path. Because I have sworn to serve." He said, sitting down on the other side of the bars.
"You don't seem the sort to surrender to anyone. Why Ghidorah, of all things?" She asked calmly.
"Hmph. Life is never so simple as you seem to make it. But I don't suppose you're going anywhere and I haven't been called yet, so if you want a story, fine." He grunted at her, before looked past her, out through the window to the world below. "I was an experiment by a race called the Rakkan. They sought immortality, and so committed countless atrocities in the name of eternity. The Heart Eater was like me, a victim of their ambition, a bounty hunter changed by an ancient alien artifact into the bloodthirsty beast she is now. Eventually, the completed me, an immortal who cannot die from age, and only if I am killed in battle may I die. But my powers were too great, the attracted beasts from beyond the stars to out world. When they could not use my powers, the Rakkan banished me from the world, and with Heart Eater with me, we took a ship to travel the cosmos. I tried playing the hero, defending worlds from monsters, but every time my power would only attract more, and the mortals would turn to hate me. Again and again, for a thousand years, chased from every planet, hated and vilified by all who knew of the Eternal Roar. In the end, we left the systems of inhabited worlds, and drifted alone through the darkness.
"How many thousands of years we wandered through the void, I cannot say, but eventually, we arrived in this galaxy, and found a world being attacked. It was Ghidorah, sucking the very life from the planet. Surely, nothing I did could cause more chaos than this beast, this demon? So we landed, and I set out to face it, one more chance to play the hero.
"I was crushed with ease, tossed like a pebble in a gale and left to die in the mud. But that was not to be my fate. Ghidorah came to me then, and said this. 'You, who are so mighty a warrior, would you wallow in ignominy like a beast? I say this, if you would be a warrior, rise, and serve me. For the remainder of time, you shall by my blade, and countless battles and glory shall be yours.' I had nothing, not but what fool pride I carried with me. And so, I chose to serve a monster, and be the monster that all had called me for an eternity. That is why I serve one who is such a monster, and have done such monstrous things myself."
"You had hope once, but threw it away because you were defeated. You have failed yourself, Gaonaga."
"And what would you know!? Someone like you, fighting for a bunch of mortals like those. They don't revile you! They don't try and kill you!"
"They did, once." Mara said softly. "We're all feared by those that don't understand us. I had those that wanted me dead, just another monster threatening them. But I never let it detour me, never let the ignorant decide my path. I continued down my path until they realized I wasn't a threat, until they began to see me as a guardian. A warrior keeps to their ideals, no matter the trial."
"Don't talk warrior to me, girl. I've been one longer than you've been alive. I'm just not fool enough to believe in being a hero anymore."
"A hero does what is right, regardless of how often they fail. A true warrior never surrenders their soul."
Gaonaga stared at her silently, before standing away and walking to the door as a loud rumbling filled the ship.
"That is the call for the end of your world." The crimson beast spoke reservedly, all bravado lost. "I am sorry, DragonLotus, but your world will die, regardless of what I do. Ghidorah is too strong."
"It is not about strength. It is about will." -Gaonaga stood for a moment, not turning back to her, his hand pressing something on the wall. The bars slid open, and he pointed down the hall in the opposite direction from where they had come from.
"If you believe that, then go down that path. There should be nothing in your way, everything aboard the ship will be off killing your planet."
"And what will I find there?"
"Something Ghidorah won't want you to."
With that, Gaonaga walked off and vanished through the doorway.
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The Russian Tundra in northernmost Krasnoyarsk was a war-zone unmatched. Just beyond the Taiga, the RAF had gathered as many forces as it could in the middle of nowhere, as far from major population centers as it could get. After studying kaiju movements, the Russian government had determined that the monsters weren't targeting civilians, but were actively trying to destroy the largest forces of opposition. After spreading the message to the rest of the world, they had lured a number of monsters towards their defensive lines, and had slaughtered them with overwhelming firepower. Since then, the monster forces had gathered, scanners reading at least 100 beasts, with more coming every few minutes. Here though, in the cold wilderness in the middle of a raging blizzard, the monsters found themselves outmatched.
The Russians had taken to the worldwide A-K rearmament operations with the same tenacity and methodology they had in everything else. A focus on pure, unrivaled destructive power. As they had with tanks, with submarines, and with nuclear arms, Russia had produced an unmatched armoury of anti-kaiju war machines. Dozens of 80m Mammoth tanks, 18 fortress-class vessels, ultra-high-explosive piercer missiles. Defensive lines spreads in-between hills with their largest machines set up to unleash their maximum broadsides directly into the approaching beasts. Along the hills, troops armed with HMS688 Volk carbines lined 100,000 barrels at the monsters, the maser-snipers giving each soldier the opportunity to deal damage, death of a thousand cuts for every monster. Not the equal of the American maser-rifles, and certainly not a match for the Japanese maser-gatlings, the Volks could be produced in enough numbers to outfit all 3.2 million Russian troops with a surefire means of, if not killing, certainly scratching practically any monster they aimed at. At while one scratch wasn't much, 10,000 would shred any soft-fleshed beast that dared face their lines.
When the beasts attacked, they came in waves. The first were armoured, their plated hides soaking up the storm of projectiles, allowing the softer-skinned creatures to have a chance at getting close enough to fight. A number of creatures stood back beyond visual range, firing organic mortars or high-powered missiles that slammed into the great red shields that protected the entire line. Flyers would occasionally dash past, letting off a beam or missile before vanishing back into the snow. Any that came to close were met with a hail of missiles so intense no piece larger than a brick survived to reach the ground. The sheetlike waves of ammunition exploded across a 12 kilometer line, the resulting explosions felt a 100 kilometers away and visible from space.
The line itself was a sight to see. Massive barrels firing bullets the size of cars, missiles packing hundreds of tonnes of TNT sailing like a swarm of insects into the army of walking hills, tens of thousands of red lines being drawn from the hill-line to the attacking behemoths. The national anthem was blaring over the radios, and the men were singing along at the top of their lungs just to hear themselves over the roar of the guns and the cries of the kaiju. After all, if they happened to die today, why not take their last moments to appreciate the single largest showing of human firepower in the history of the planet?
The moment the first armoured creature reached the shield line, explosions ripped through the back of the line, and the radios changed to cries of "Ambush!", "Flanked!", and "An army from nowhere!"
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Sir Arthur Lionel Callahan stood proudly before the beast that attacked him, parrying a blow with his shield and striking with his sword. He found his unit suitably ironic, for they had been made for this, in a more amusing way that most. The Knights of the Round Table were the perfect media image. A group of 20 knightly mecha, from 80 to 100m tall, his own King Arthur KRT001 unit standing atop them all at 110, though a good deal of that was crown. In truth, he himself found it all rather ridiculous. They were all very flashy and made to look the part of regal knight, the expenses no doubt somewhat equivalent to the knights of old themselves. Of course, to make sure they didn't fall flat, they were also outfitted with the best equipment the AFC could buy. This meant that for all their flash, they could back it up with bang. It also meant each unit was about twice as costly as it really needed to be, but the tax payers didn't need to know that. Besides, for every complaint one made, you certainly couldn't deny that the gathered knights, fighting with immense HF-blades and STEM energy shields against whatever unlucky monster decided to mess with the British Union made for a truly awe inspiring sight.
He was sure he was put in charge of the KA mostly because of his name, as Jonathan in the Ywain was certainly a better pilot than he was and could no doubt have made better use of the machine, but still, as long as they fought together, it wasn't so much an issue. Truly, for all he complained about the pomp, Arthur couldn't deny that he loved it all. He and his 15 brothers truly felt like a family, and really, swinging around a sword damn near as long as Big Ben was tall was a hell of a way to make a living. He parried the scything tendrils of the monster as it came again, his predictably named Excalibur HF broadsword slicing through the tough orange flesh with ease. It made a truly marvelous sight, the high-frequency field making the sword glow gold. Honestly, with all the show they put into it, he was surprised they didn't have him shouting "Excalibur!" with every swing or some such nonsense. Still, as the spiked tentacles made to grasp him, he couldn't resist a battle-cry as he swung the great blade and hacked a dozen grasping appendages off in a single stroke.
Yes, it was good to be the King.
As he drove his blade into the heart of the beast, an explosion rent the air. He looked up to see a great silver form descending from the sky, and saw the Leodegrance struck with a huge red blast from the descending machine.
"William!" He roared, striking a charging monster in half with a single blow as he charged to his fallen comrade.
He looked up, and saw the mammoth thing opening up, dozens of red eyes gazing out at him.
"Oh, bollocks."
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The Africa line was failing. The initial line had engaged in the Sahara, between Chad and Niger. The had gathered their forces, brought out enough aircraft to have a metal cloud hanging over a 20 kilometer circle, and set up their centimechs along the outer perimeter, attaching the massive machines to form a solid circle of guns and shielding. Everything had been going according to plan, the monsters arrived, and the line opened fire. For the first few minutes, it worked perfectly. Nothing could pierce their defense, and anything that got close was torn to shreds by Emperor bolt-cannons, or else was melted under the yellow flames of the centimech flamethrowers.
Then, something hit them. They couldn't tell what, but it blew open a hole in their left flank, and something got in. Like a giant humanoid thing with deep gray skin covered in white writing, huge tusks and eyes of solid onyx that crackled with red lightning, the thing took everything they could throw at it and just kept coming. With its opening came the tide, and soon the entire line was forced to draw back, a retreating snake of metal and fire that was slowly being eaten from the back. Everything they unleashed failed to damage it, and with the orbital array focused on destroying the invading aliens, their primary weapons for taking out things like this were completely preoccupied. They had just plowed through a large series of dunes when something rose up from the sands, a huge metal snake with spinning jaws like a hundred blenders, and came down on the center of their forces.
With no choice but to split their forces lest they all be caught and slaughtered as a single unit, the line split apart in every direction. Then the skies opened up, and a storm of red fell down on the exposed defenders.
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Monster Island. When people hear that name, the first thing they thought of was the Japanese facility in the Bonin Islands. Of course, that was the first Monster Island, the one that had existed for nearly as long as the International Anti-Kaiju Initiative itself. But next on the list was the American facility in northern Polynesia. The island was most famous for starting out as a government secret, made during a time where the world wasn't feeling quite so cooperative as when the first facility was made.
During the mutant outbreak of 1999, Japan refused to send aid to the numerous places being attacked around the globe, citing that any loss in strength could leave them vulnerable to another Godzilla attack. The American military, in classic American fashion, decided to pick up the slack and send forces all across the globe to assist. They would have failed, if it weren't for the American Godzilla. Together with the American military forces under Major(later Colonel) Anthony Hicks, this Godzilla helped save people across the globe, and soon became a worldwide icon. Few bothered learning that it wasn't the same beast that attacked New York, but rather it's child, or that the American military initially had the stance of "All mutations must die." And when the Leviathan aliens attacked the entire planet, it wasn't the JSDF that saved the day, but Godzilla and H.E.A.T. It was after this event that militaries around the world realized that this Godzilla was officially off the table of actively dangerous mutants.
It was a rare few who knew the real events of the Leviathan attack, or that their former base was turned into the new Monster Island. And when the Eco-terrorist group S.C.A.L.E. proved island security was a joke, America responded like America was wont to do. The islands systems were completely overhauled, equipped with every sensor and security measure known to man, enough laser turrets to vaporize half the island and everything on it, quadruple-redundant measures for every system more important than a coffee maker, and a triple-layered shield strong enough to withstand anything short of the Death Star. It was turned from a nature preserve into a fortress, and it was this fortress that managed to go the entire "Alien Decade" without failing once. The Xilians failed to so much as get past the first shield, the Vortaak didn't even risk sending any of their monsters at it, and the crystal radiation only served to better the island when roughly 40 square kilometers of mountain burst up along the south side, not even scratching the walls and quickly being hollowed-out and converted into a nearly solid nest of guns and missile batteries. Exactly 1 kaiju attacked it during the Pacific Event, and the creatures weren't stupid enough to send a second one.
It was this fortress that the current invaders found waiting for them. The surrounding ocean was already dyed with a dozen colours of blood, the sky was practically on fire, and even the huge alien ships that tried landing in the ocean were forced to either retreat to a further location or else be torn to shreds. Through all of this, Colonel Hicks sat in the command center, not even feeling the rumble of the explosions so far in, watching the monitors show the carnage outside. He sat in his seat, knowing that somewhere, Nick Tatopoulus was figuring out a way to stop all this. He always did.
"Hurry up Worm-Guy, our ammo won't last forever."
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Komodithrax unleashed a blast of blue fire at the gripping hands as the spider-thing tried to grab her, palm-mouths shrieking in pain. She blew it back and sent it crashing into the river, freeing her to join her daughter against the other two. She pounced from her position on the mountainside, sailing through the air and coming down on the statue an instant before it fired orange beams from its eyes, the shot going wide and avoiding her child. Free of the distraction, her daughter ducked low to avoid the jumping monster, headbutting it up and away. The shackled-monstrosity twisted in midair and landed perfectly, already charging again. Grabbing the statue by the neck, Komodithrax tossed it at the leaping thing, who was forced to abandon its attack and avoid its flying ally.
The two dragons came together, what wounds they had slowly healing. It wasn't quick or entirely lifesaving in the heat of battle, but if it came down to attrition, the mutations held the advantage. The leaping beast attacked again, shrieking at them through its muzzle, flipping over itself to swipe at them with its feet. She ducked back and her daughter moved to the side, avoiding the deadly talons. They both let loose a burst of flames at the creature, only for it to leap in between the blasts and attack them with its spinning tail. They both ducked, the tail going over their heads, and then attacked as one, Komodithrax gripping the tail at the end while her child slammed into the things chest, lifting it off the ground and allowing Komodithrax to toss it away.
The spider came then, leaping through the air and firing yellow beams from its eight eyes. The beams seared their hides but didn't cause any real damage, and twin fireballs stopped it mid-jump and sent it crashing to the ground. Before they could capitalize on the downed arachnid, the statue came flying in and slammed into her side, sending the both of them sailing into a mountain. She recovered, smashed her tail into its arm and unleashed a burst of fire into its face, the stone creature not even noticing the fire as it tackled her into the solid rock. She let out a howl as her bones creaked, clamping her jaws in pain around the things arm and biting down hard enough to crack the stone. It released her, and she slammed it into the wall again and again, before slamming it into the ground at her feet, the slope carrying it down to crash at the foot on the incline.
As this happened, her daughter fought the spider, its grasping hands trying to grab hold of her, the freakish mouths hungrily biting at her. She ducked an extended limb, bit down on it at the wrist and pulled. The arachnid screeched as its arm was torn from its socket, and three hands shot forward to grip her by the throat and shoulders. The fingers gripped down, piercing into her skin and drawing blood. She roared in pain as the mouths ate at her flesh, the fingers somehow draining the fluid from her veins through their tips. She shook violently, trying to shake it free, but the things horrid grip was too strong. She felt weak, sluggish, and her thrashing slowed as she looked into the beasts grinning eyes. Taking a deep breath, the mutation roared, and blew a cerulean blaze point blank into the things face. It howled in pain, trying to wrench itself free, but its grip was too deep and she grabbed it by the forearms. The blaze continued until her lungs were empty, and she relented with a panting gasp. The charred husk of the spider twitched slightly, the mandibles letting out a final "Kreeehkraaa" before it fell to the ground dead, its fingers losing their strength and sliding from her flesh.
Komodithrax rushed down to her daughter, checking the grisly wounds in her neck, and felt her back explode with pain. The shackled-thing skidded to a stop on her other side, its back spines coated in her blood. The statue floated next to it, eyes flashing as it unleashed twin streams of blue energy into the two of them. The dragons fell, the beams searing holes into their sides, and the bound-horror pounced. It landed on Komodithrax's side, skittering madly as it slammed its mace-like tail into her daughter, eliciting a howl of pain. It brought it down again, and again, and the 4th blow impacted with the loud crack of breaking bones.
In a rage, Komodithrax pushed herself up, knocking the thing off her. Before it even hit the ground, she tackled it in the chest, using it to block the blue beams from the statue as she charged. The thing roared as the beams seared its flesh, and with a massive effort she slammed the beast into the statue, shoving both backwards and into the rocks. Taking a step back, she roared at their fallen forms, and unleashed a stream of fire into the downed creatures. He daughter leapt next to her, and with an identical roar fired her own stream, the blaze so hot it began melting the very rock. The twin inferno continued until something like a chiming bell rang out from the hole, followed a second later by the sound of shattering glass. Shards flew out from the blaze, bits of stone and crystal landing in melting heaps on the ground, and half the statues head sailed into the river.
Finally relenting their attack, the two reptiles let out roars of victory. Then, a sound like unlocking chains came from the inferno, and glowing red eyes gazed out at them. Komodithrax barely had time to react before the gray form sped out of the fire, and tackled her daughter with such force that she rocketed away and crashed into a line of small buildings. Her mother looked at the beast that was now free, and her eyes widened in horror. Now free from its bounds, the creatures true condition was plain to see. It was horribly thin, clearly emaciated, and yet its lean muscles were like solid metal. Purple saliva dripped from its short, ugly maw, and its hands ended in sickle-claws, twitching sporadically. The thing didn't even look at her, arched backwards awkwardly and just staring into the sky. Without any sign of action, it charged at her, spinning over itself to try and smash her with its tail.
She jumped back, being forced to duck low to avoid its slicing talons aimed at her neck. She dashed under it and swept her tail at it, only for it to grab on by its mouth and kick her in the back. She fell, rolling to get it free, but it just jumped over her, landing on the other side and bringing its claws down at her. She rose, slashing at it with her claws and forcing it to jump back. It charged at her with a roar, and she sunk low, digging slightly into the ground to fully avoid it. As it landed behind her, she unleashed a blast of fire, and the beast howled at her. It wasn't simply a screech of pain, but a cry of pure anguish and rage that felt like claws digging into her very mind. She nearly passed out from the pain, only to let out her own cry as it sank its teeth into her gut. It tore at her like a rabid dog, until a fireball smashed into its side and launched it free. Her daughter dashed in and tackled it, but it simply hopped away and landed on its hands, gittering at them.
Komodithrax rose, and looked at the thing, now fully aware of what this thing was. It was strong, fast, and utterly mad. If it had been sane, it would have killed them both easily. Even as she watched it, it jumped away on its hands and tore at a group of trees, smashing them wildly with both hands until they were nothing but splinters. She never took her eyes off it, giving a commanding roar at her daughter. The roar was returned, and they both attacked. Her daughter charged, unleashing a blaze at it, while she herself gathered fire in her maw. The beast reacted, hopping over the flames and trying to slice her child apart with claws and fangs, cackling hysterically. Her daughter was fast and strong, but this beast was more so, its only apparent weakness being its own mind and its horrible condition. The flames boiled until flecks of red wafted out of her mouth, and Komodithrax unleashed a fireball at the creature. It turned, staring at the flames, and cocked its head in confusion. Then, not even changing its stance, it brought its tail up and smashed the fireball apart.
The burst of flames that took it in the face from her daughter blinded it with a howl, and the second fireball impacted its chest, sending it sailing back. Gathering all her fury into herself, Komodithrax prepared to end the beast. Such a mercy could not be withheld from so miserable a creature. Standing side-by-side with her daughter, blue light gathered in their eyes and mouths as the beast charged at them. It jumped, leaping forward with claws extended and mouth wide open to tear them apart. The twin azure blasts took it midair, sent it crashing to the ground, and there burned it into a smoking pit. The fire lasted until the very ground was molten, and the flames vanished.
In the smoldering crater lay the thing, staring off into the sky, its chest burnt down to the bones. It didn't howl, didn't look at either of them, just stared off into space as it died. The two dragons let out mournful wails that such a thing had ever lived.
Then the sky above them glowed white and split apart with a boom.
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Godzilla ducked low, avoiding a swipe of a scythe of bone and countering with a whip of his tail which took the beasts legs out from under it, opening its guard for him to strike. His teeth sunk into its scaled throat, ripping it open and spilling green blood into his mouth, the regeneration already closing the wound. He spat the chunk of meat away, growled low in his throat, and then blew a stream of fire into its throat, cooking it from within. The fire licked out of the beasts gaping mouth, nose, and eyes, and its body went limp as it died. Godzilla gave a short roar of victory, then turned to the remaining pack of monsters. Of those that started, 7 remained.
A blue bull creature charged, 3 eyes glaring at him, its 5 horns lowered in a deadly line. He hopped to the side, slamming his tail into its face as it passed and sending it stumbling. A silver mantis with 7 arms came next, the sword-tipped limbs swinging violently at him. He jumped back and launched a blast of fire at it, before leaping over the swinging blades and smashing its head with both feet, sending it crashing to the streets. Next came two mechanical owls of gold and silver, firing bombs and spears of ice. He dodged the bombs and melted the ice, ducking under swinging talons as they passed. He gripped one by the leg and swung it into the other, sending both crashing down. Flames washed over him as a living inferno in the shape of a demon attack, its glowing yellow core spitting brilliant bursts at him. He waded through the bursts, and charged directly through the fire, dissipating it only for it to reform unfazed.
Before he could attack again, something closed around his tail with a wet sensation, before pain raced along it. He turned to see a huge yellow ooze, filled with rock and metal and huge bones, staring at him with a massive skull as it melted his tail, flesh and muscle disintegrating while the bones were just sucked in to float with the rest. As it ate him, the thing grew larger. A burst of fire down his tail freed it while the beast fell back with a roar, his flesh smoking from the acidic slime. Before he could attack again, the bull slammed into his side, and sent him crashing to the ground. It came again, the inferno following behind. He rolled aside and kicked up, smacking the beast in the jaw and sending it flying into the inferno, both falling to the ground.
He rose again, and the owls came, holding long silver spears, intent on impaling him. He sent a fireball sailing into each of their faces, before jumping up and tackling the silver one to the ground, before hopping to the side to avoid the golds attack, smashing it with his tail as it soared past. The ooze fired globs at him, and he blasted them midair with pinpoint fireballs. The inferno attacked him again, and he slashed his claws at the ground, sending up a splash of dirt that caught it and doused a good deal of the elemental. Godzilla roared, and decided it was time to end this.
He jumped away from them, letting the mantis fly at him. Building up green fire in his gut, he waited until it was right on top of him, before leaping through the swinging blades and tackling it to the street. As it lay beneath him, he opened his mouth and breathed a line of fire down on it. He kept the blaze up until he was sure it was enough, and leapt away. The silver insect lay in a curled up heap, the light fading from its eyes. Next came the bull, head down and horns bared. He me its charge with his own, slamming his own tough skull into it, the beast stumbling back at the surprise move. He continued his charge, jumping up and landing on its head, bringing it to the ground. He hopped onto its back, and as it tried to rise he whipped his tail into its face, knocking it out cold.
He didn't have time to move before the owls came, piercing his side with the lances, nearly punching right through him. With a roar of fury and effort, Godzilla spun around, gripping one by the wing and tossing both into the ooze, the lances coming free with them. As they collided with it, their metal began to melt as the slime at at them. The inferno attacked again, and Godzilla let out a burst of powerful air that blew it directly into the other three. The fire caught the ooze, and the entire thing went up in a massive conflagration. By the time the fire faded, the owls were smoking husks, the ooze was nothing but blackened bone, and the inferno was spent, an unconscious humanoid creature not 5 meters tall laying atop the once silver owl.
Godzilla gave a grunt, his side healing shut, and turned to the last monster. All the time he had fought, it had just stood there and watched. It was a horrific thing, sickly brown and blue flesh from the waist up, wires running through its skin, bits of muscles either exposed through dead skin or bulging cancerously up in places. From the waist down it was a spider-like mass of black metal with red power lines running through it, and its mouthless head had the top and most of the left skull replaced with machinery, its single red eye gazing at him, the right a blind yellow. As if confirming there were no other monsters remaining, the cyborg stalked towards him with mechanical precision, and fired a thin beam from its left eye.
Godzilla charged, ducking low to allow his armoured back to take the red beam. A large red lens in its right breast glowed, and fired a much larger beam at him, searing the flesh along his side and swinging along his still healing wounds. He roared, but didn't stop his charge, slamming his head into its necrotic chest. The beast didn't even budge, grabbing by his shoulders with its massive hands, and lifted him into the air. It slammed him into the ground, and then angled him slightly and brought him down on its pointed knees, piercing his softened flesh and drawing more blood. He couldn't even groan as it raised him up and slammed him into the ground. It raised its front legs, intent on impaling him completely. He rolled to the side, but the monster just stomped down again, forcing another roll. Realizing he couldn't escape, he rolled in between its legs as it stomped, and kicked up at it from bellow. It hardly moved, and simply raised its legs again, only for a green fireball to take it in its mouthless face. Slightly off balance, Godzilla took the chance to attack, and bit into its gut. The monsters red bits glowed, and a shockwave blasted him back from the monster.
He landed a short way away, breathing hard from his injuries, while the cyborg seemed unfazed. Godzilla rose and took a deep breath, gathering the fire within him. He charged, dashing towards the monster and taking another red beam to the side for his trouble. Not relenting, Godzilla jumped high, sailing over its head and landing on its back legs. The pointed limbs sunk into the ground from the force and weight, sinking up to the knee in the asphalt. The cyborg struggled to get free, but was wedged too deeply in the ground, its front legs scrambling helplessly. Still gathering fire, Godzilla slowly made him way to the front of the beast, and it stopped its struggling. It just looked at him, seeming to accept its fate, and he unleashed a massive wave of blue fire the engulfed it. The blaze burned for seconds, roaring like a dragon as it devoured its prey. At last, the fire faded, revealing the cyborg sitting in a pool of melted metal, everything below its chest charred to bone.
As the final beast fell, Godzilla let loose a long roar to the heavens in victory. It had been years since he'd had a fight like that, and while he was normally above things like this, he would always have a primal desire to prove his strength, and this had been a glorious victory. Before he could take so much as step to find new foes, a loud hum filled the air. Godzilla looked up, and let out a wroth growl. Hundreds of sleek craft descended from the sky, circling around a number of much larger shapes. As the massive shapes landed, the ships opened and spewed out a swarm of robotic soldiers, at least 20 meters tall and armed with vicious looking weapons. As he prepared to charge, the sky above was lit up bright, white spheres appearing across the sky.
Godzilla watched as the orbs shattered, and around the world, thousands of Ghidorah appeared. The bursts of energy released from their appearance stirred the clouds of smoke and ash, a gray-black cloud blotting the sky across a great portion of the planet. It spread unnaturally fast and completely, casting the world in darkness. Against this blackness, the only light was the burning fires and the glowing forms of ten thousand dragons.
Godzilla gazed up at them all, and let out a loud roar. And a hundred red eyes gazed down at him, to the sound of a cackling screeching that filled the blasted heavens. Looking down as a white orb burst into view, Godzilla growled as the red form of Gaonaga walked out, a large grin on his face.
"Come, little dragon. No girl to save you this time. Prepare to die."
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The Dehadrayth moved over top the cold mountains, the massive vessel of rock and metal sat a hundred kilometers above the ground, the titanic vessels powerful systems preventing any atmospheric or gravitational effects from effecting the planet, and thus, from interfering with the operation. Ghidorah watched from his position in the viewing chamber, gazing at the massive chunk of rock and snow below him. The mountains were impressive, not he largest range It had ever seen, but majestic in its own right. Fitting for the tomb of a god. It glanced aside at Ikameijin and the beast nodded, confirming this as the location. The mortals had many names for this place, the "Holy Mountain," the "Holy Mother," and similar such righteous titles. The title most knew it as seemed lame and unfitting in comparison, but truthfully, it did not matter.
In a short time, this "Everest" would be nothing dust a cloud of dust that would herald the return of this universes god.
"Activate the gravity tide." The silver dragon said, 6 red eyes gazing down to remember this place before it vanished. "Wipe this blight from the galaxy, and let us be done with this planet."
xxxx
Gordon carried Himura down the hall, the young man limping at his side as he did his best not to slow them down. Gordon would have carried him if he could have, it would have been faster, but he needed to keep his pistol drawn in case they were attacked again. It wasn't much, but anything was better than being defenseless, and he was too injured to pull off any more tricks with his katana. The going was slow, Himura's cauterized stump not lending itself very well for speed, but they wouldn't have risked going too quickly anyway, lest they attract another of those monsters. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally reached the end of the hallway, and turned down the corridor that held the M-Unit commanders rooms.
Then they stopped cold, just staring at what was before them. Gordon was stunned, and he couldn't imagine what Himura must have thought. The entire length of hallway was filled with corpses, at least a hundred of the golden monsters crumpled in bloody heaps, cratered in the walls, a few even embedded in the ceiling. In the center of it all stood Ozaki, his clothes in tatters and his bare chest covered in a hundred red lines, his entire body coated in blood and bits of gold. The man didn't appear to be moving, and Gordon couldn't tell from this distance if he was even breathing.
"Ozaki. Are you alright?" Gordon called, gripping his pistol tight.
The man looked up at them, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to be a more dangerous red than the mutants had been. Just as quickly as it had been there, it was gone, and Ozaki starred at him with exhaustion written all over his face.
"Admiral, good to see you." Ozaki said, slumping slightly before turning to an open door. Or rather, the opening was missing the door, which was most likely the one a few meters away, impaled through three separate Ghidorans. "Everyone, it's the Admiral. It's safe to come out."
As the mutant commander stepped aside, a group slowly filled out of the room. 3 dozen or so, all told, clothes filthy and more than a few covered in blood, but everyone seemed to be in one piece. Gordon was relieved that so many had survived, but also grieved. There had been over 1200 people in the compound when it had come under attack. Was this all there was left, so few? Shaking his head, Gordon looked at Ozaki, getting back in his Admiral's mindset.
"Commander, give me a sit-rep. Is this it for survivors?"
"Sir, these are the non-combat personnel that I managed to find from here to engineering. I also managed to gather six mutant soldiers not transformed, armed with two mg's and a rocket launcher. I ordered them to watch the hall to the science section for survivors and enemies. I ordered them to radio in on any sign of hostiles, but so far, I haven't received any contact, so I believe they are also alive. That is all I know, sir."
"Two sectors worth hmm? Better than I thought. Very good commander. Now, we need to get to the Omega hangar. We need you out there in the Gotengo, and we need to get these men and woman to a more defensible location."
"Sir! I'll lead the way." Ozaki said, and began down the hall, the rest of them following behind.
They made a stop at an intersection before a stairway, Ozaki running down the other direction and vanishing. The group stood gathered in the darkness for several minutes, wary of any monsters coming out of the darkness. Gordon checked over the personnel, most of them shaken up, but they seemed to have held together. Having Ozaki there and seeing what he'd done made them feel safe enough as long as he was with them, and when he came running back with a group of 8 mutants and nearly 40 other non-coms, Gordon could see the smiles. Gordon noticed that the Eriksson girl was with them, but neither Weiss or Miayamoto was with her. That was bad. Without those two...
"Good work soldiers." Gordon said to the gathered mutants, all of them bloodied in one way or another, one even missing an arm and an eye, but all still ready to go. "Ozaki, you take point down the stairwell. Kisuke, Suzahara, cover our flank. The rest of you, up front, cover our descent. Let's move people!"
The group sped down the hall, Ozaki far ahead to make sure the path was clear. It was a tense few minutes of running through the darkness, unsure even with the mutants defending them. A single one of the Ghidorah mutants could no doubt slaughter them all if it got in past the masers. They reached the bottom of the stairs and when Ozaki walked through and closed the door behind him their was the sounds of something happening on the other side. A few seconds later, Ozaki opened it back up and let them all through, no sign of whatever had caused the sounds. They continued down the passage in deep red emergency light, and finally turned a corner to find a long hall, filled with decimated mutants of both kinds. The defenders had put up a real fight, as there were more gold than black bodies, some of the monsters blown into chunks by the maser-gatlings.
A light shone at the far end, and Ozaki stood shadowed in the light. As they reached him, he gave Gordon a thumbs up and a tired smile. They had made it. Entering out into the vast chamber, Himura couldn't help but gasp at the sight that awaited them, and Gordon couldn't help but smirk at the kids reaction. Sitting before them in the largest dock the JSDF had, a good half a mile underground beneath dozens of layers of plating and shields, costing more than everything else on the base combined, was what they were here for. It was a beautiful, terrible sight that got Gordon's blood pumping. He hadn't been in one of these for 20 years, and damn if this one wasn't a sight. Ozaki was already running down the hall, making sure the Gotengo was ready to launch. Gordon turned to the gathered mutants, and pointed at what was directly next to it, and grinned.
"Okay kids, pile in. We've got some uninvited guests that need an ass whooping."
With no further adieu, the survivors of the JSDF compound hurried across the walkways, straight into the waiting maw of the leviathan Susanoo.
xxxx
Mara crept down the hallway, wary of any remaining servants of the Ghidorah that had not joined the destruction of earth. The ship seemed deserted, but she wasn't about to take any chances. She ran as silently as she could through the deserted hallways, the total absence of life far more terrifying than reassuring. If that massive army of monsters wasn't here, it could only mean it was on earth. She wasn't sure what sh was looking for, or what she would even do once she found it. She couldn't imagine anything that would help her got off this ship and somehow save the entire planet from the army of monsters. A single Ghidorah was a threat to the entire planet. An entire army of them could wipe it clean.
She picked up speed, no longer caring about being found, it wouldn't matter if she couldn't get out in time to save everyone, anyone that was left. She summoned a wind to carry her as fast as she could down the stone hall, murals of crystal showing who knew how many conquests lining every pillar. She didn't want to think of many many of them there were, how many worlds had faced extinction. She was almost blinded as she reached full speed, racing down the hall as a green blur, before stopping dead before a monolithic door. This had to be it. The doorway was tremendous, even by monster standards, easily a kilometer tall and half as wide, covered in runes and symbols that made her eyes hurt just looking at them. The more she stared, the more she thought she could see something, a shape like a tree with a thousand branches. Or a dragon with a thousand heads.
She shook her mind clear, gathered her power, and unleashed a stream of fire at the door. She kept the blaze until she couldn't any longer, panting and coughing from the effort. She gazed at it, pain creeping through her body. How was she supposed to break through?
She almost didn't sense it in time, throwing herself to the side an instant before the scything blade could take her head off. She landed in a crouch to find the Heart Eater facing her, eyes more manic than ever before.
"Knew it, knew you would be here. I could sense, smell your heart, wicked thing, wretched. We knew you would come here, fail, free by Eternal Roar. Always a fool. Now I can eat your heart! Eat it whole!"
"I thought your master wanted me alive?" Mara said, slowly circling to put the open hall at her back. "Is it wise to disobey him?"
"Skreehihihihi! Foolish thing, wretched thing. Masters want only what is in your flesh, take you apart to get it. I will sift through your flesh until I find it, save trouble for them. And still, I will eat your heart, your wretched heart that cries to me! Can't you hear it, that cry, that wretched call!? It tears at me, hates me, hates you, wants you to die so it can be free again!"
Mara was about to respond, but then she felt it. She could hear it, like a gnashing of jaws in her mind. It wanted the thing before her to die. Not the Heart Eater, not exactly, but something, something dark and evil and monstrous. Her very body needed to kill it, before it destroyed her, ate her alive. She took her stance, glaring at the cyborg from behind her visor, and growled unnaturally.
"Come then, you black god, and I shall slay thee again!"
xxxx
His claws were around its neck. Again this thing had come, not the same as before, but still, it was. How many times did he have to kill it, how many!? Even as he choked the life out of it, it laughed at him, that same cackle he'd heard all his life, all his lives. Every him that had lived had faced this thing, this demon, again and again, like his very destiny was to fight this bastard to the end of time.
He didn't feel the light, didn't realize he wasn't surrounded by steel and clouds until it had his feet. He dropped the thing, and it stared at him with those eyes, laughing all the time. It rose up his legs, had him by the gut, had his arms before he knew it. He roared at it, seethed, built his fire only for it to vanish. It laughed, even as it bled and writhed with half its body gone it laughed.
He felt it creep up his throat, felt it in his mind, felt his mind slowly fade. All his anger in that moment, caught for an eternity. Those eyes and that laugh and his unending hatred for it, trapped in a moment of time.
SpinoGuy: Ghidorah is Ghidorah, plain and simple. It's just that Ghidorah is somewhat difficult to characterize beyond destroying everything and cackling like the Joker. Smartest monster by far, extremely cruel, and much more than a simple space dragon if you watch the Rebirth of Mothra films. And of course, there's the Orochi bits from GMK, which was worked into this in a way that is about to become extremely apparent.
shadow uzumaki: Most monsters are either from the Godzilla films, a few are from the American Godzilla 90s cartoon, and a few others are from Kaiju Combat. A lot of the side monsters are original designs, because in a story with so many, why not?