Chapter 13: Rise
Compared to the vast compound they had left, their new destination was much less grandiose. The rounded metal hatch looked like it was barely enough for Orga, much less all four of them together. Without warning, Ghidorah abruptly dove onto the gate with their passenger still in their grasp- breaking through it. Whether Orga had an issue with this the dragon did not know, for the other two soon landed beside them- muffling whatever words the alien had said as he fell. The room was thankfully much larger on the inside than the outside, and their goal lay right in the center of a ring of machines and boxes. The rim of the gateway dwarfed everything else in the room, the lights studding the metal blinking innocently in the darkness. While Orga set up the portal, with Megalon of all kaiju being the one with a destination in mind, the three heads of Ghidorah began to convene.
"Be ready you two."
"Brothers, we are going to make it out alive right?" San, rather pale, his dreams of escape becoming a reality at last.
"We are strong," the middle head reaffirmed, "We are Ghidorah."
"We will survive."
Seeing the slight smile on San's face made Ichi feel a little more confident at his odds.
"Alright then," Ni stretched his neck, "So what are we waiting for,"
"Let's kick some tail."
Ghidorah let out a trill, as if they had all the power in the world. The other kaiju, by contrast, were a little less confident.
"Orga, work on the portal."
"You do not have to remind me." The pale alien grumbled as he continued to fidget with the machine with his large fingers. Surprisingly enough, he seemed to know what he was doing.
"Megalon, Hedrah-" Ghidorah spread their wings- glowing a bright gold.
"You know what to do."
"I shall be at your side for this fight."
Megalon let out a bow, and the sound of his buzzing wings followed Ghidorah as they began to leave from the ventilated portal room into the void. Briefly, as they slowly left the air behind them, San could briefly hear Orga shouting something down below- before Hedrah came rocketing past them like a dodgeball. The blob stabilised himself in the void beside the two other kaiju, as they scanned the lunar mountains for any foes. The gargantuan planet loomed over them, its lush and bright colors a stark contrast to the bleak white landscape of the moon.
Ichi felt a tug from San on one of his horns, and his eyes followed the left head's to a row of silvery wisps coming from nearby. Even in the depths of space, Ghidorah could almost hear the roar of the turbines as the Silver Dragons drew nearer. Nearby, Hedrah began to release clouds of smoke as Megalon's horn crackled with electricity.
When the machines got close enough, Ghidorah fired off a volley of lightning that would make a thundercloud weep in shame.
The battle had begun.
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A dozen Gyaos descended into the now open Pit, their jaws grabbing at any food they could reach. The crowd had long dispersed, either fleeing on their private ships or having been eaten by the ravenous beasts. This incident surely marked the end of Gorn's kaiju fighting days, because even if he and his men were the only ones who made it out alive- the authorities down below would have noticed all the ruckus and were probably already on their way.
"Your escort ship has arrived."
The voice on the other side of the intercom was worried, and had perfect reason to be so. Nobody wanted to be on Gorn's bad side.
"Where?"
"Landing bay three."
"Have the other ships been cleared out?"
"Affirmative commander."
Gorn took one last look at the Gyaos continuing to fight amongst themselves, as more and more other kaiju began to flood in from above. If he ever found whoever did this, Gorn would personally make sure that they were going to suffer.
"How about the Mechagodzillas?"
"The reinforcements have been delayed."
"They spotted a group near Portal 6 and are currently engaging them in combat."
The ape briskly walked down the familiar hallways- the dull red of emergency alarms washing over the velvet carpet. The firearm in his other hand was more of a deterrent than an actual weapon, seeing as the monstrous beings he had to evade wouldn't even feel the blast no matter how good Gorn was at aiming. But the same couldn't be said about any of the other stragglers in the base.
His only victory from this was that Titanosaurus was hopefully safely contained in another separately powered part of the base. Gorn had already teleported the beast away as soon as the controls froze, and his holding cell was made of the strongest Space Titanium. If they had the Abyssal Giant under their control maybe they could-
"Has Titanosaurus been secured?" Gorn said as he took aim at yet another fleeing alien, the plasma bolt easily burning through the latex jumpsuit it wore.
"About that commander-"
"Titanosaurus was reported missi-"
At that point, the last thing the Simeon on the otherside heard was a crunch as the intercom unit was crushed under a large boot.
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Another Silver Dragon fell to the ground in a heap, shards of metal spiralling out as Megalon rammed it further into the ground. Hedrah's smoke billowed across the lunar sky, and the blob was quick to use the opportunity to feast on even more of the metallic corpses below. Nearby, Ghidorah was single handedly dueling against several of the machines- their three heads blasting the numerous projectiles before they could hit them. A sudden bolt from Megalon nailed one of them in the chest, distracting the Silver Dragon long enough for Ghidorah to ram into it at full speed. San, Ichi and Ni tore into the dragon's armor in unison- and soon another machine fell.
But if the Silver Dragons had one advantage, it was their numbers.
Although these were some of the older units, each Silver Dragon packed more than enough firepower to destroy a city- much less three isolated kaiju. As more and more units came from all sides, even Ghidorah was starting to have trouble dealing with them.
Not that that fact would ever keep the dragon down however.
All three heads whipped back and forth, their barrage of bolts scorching the armor of the unlucky machines caught in the crossfire. As the machines began to draw back, Ghidorah let out a glance at Megalon- who had oddly not charged into the horde. The dragon nodded, and the two kaiju dove into the retreating forces. Megalon's horn pierced through the chest of one, and his drills were quick to bash the head of the Dragon in before it could fire any of its weapons. The other dragons were eager to pile on the beetle, but Ghidorah was already there.
Their jaws effortlessly tore through the armor of the machines, the dragon's three sets of razor sharp teeth making quick work of the armor on some of the older Silver Dragons. One swing of their mighty wings was enough to knock down a dozen of the machines, and Ichi's follow up bolt tore through their armor. Ni let out a soundless cackle when he noticed the minuscule figures being flung into the vacuum, while San kept an eye on Megalon- who was in the middle of whaling on one of the Silver Dragons with his drills.
As another wave of Silver Dragons came flooding in, Ghidorah spread their gilded wings- shining in the low light. Thunder crackled as the dragon sent another wave of energy beams their way, incinerating the metal on some unlucky mechs enough for the vacuum of space to do the rest. Those that did make it closer were quickly grabbed and torn to shreds by three hungry jaws, their golden teeth easily piercing the rusted metal of the older models.
It was once said by a philosopher that kaiju were the incarnations of the force of nature, indomitable living breathing forces of nature. Creatures that rivalled gods in power, far beyond anything mortals could conceive of.
And at that moment, Ghidorah was proof of that.
Their presence was beginning to create cloud cover, blotting out some of the stars and painting the lunar surface with a golden dot. Hedrah and Megalon were soon lost to the clouds, and all Ghidorah could see was the storm they had made. Clouds swirled around them as the dragon let out a soundless keen- and brought down lightning onto the heretics down below.
Their claws easily tore through the metal, and Ghidorah took the time to crush as many of those hapless aliens hiding inside the SIlver Dragons with their jaws. Their blood painted their teeth red as Ghidorah massacred what was left of their number, the groaning of metal and the crack of thunder echoing in the storm.
As the horde of Silver Dragons began to thin, the dragon let out a haughty and triumphant trill - the air in their storm carrying it to all corners of the moon.
"We've won!" San chirped out as the last Silver Dragon fell to its knees, the pilot's blood mixing with the oil down below. As the storm around them began to fade, Ichi could now make out the silhouettes of Megalon and Hedrah- each one finishing off the last of their opponents.
"This is it, we're finally free brothers!"
As San and Ni cheered, Ichi let out a sigh of relief. The fight was over, the war won. Now the dragon could meet up with Orga, and finally escape this place. Thoughts of their new home began to appear in the middle head's mind, and he closed his eyes for a brief second to imagine what it would be like.
Then Ni's scarlet eyes went wide, and all three heads noticed too late the glint of a metallic blade hidden within the lightning of their storm.
San contorted as the blade cut through his neck, blood spurting out into the void. Ni and Ichi screamed out, but by that time it had already reached the left head's spine. With a sickening crack, the bones gave away.
It was as if time was slown down. Ghidorah was frozen in shock as San fell, his eyes frozen in their fearful daze as his last embers of life puttered out. His last words, whatever they were, went unheard as San disappeared into the whirlpool of gray and black.
Tears began to fill the middle head's eyes as the memory of his mother invaded his mind, her lifeless corpse appearing in his mind's eye. Ni howled in unbridled agony - electricity bursting from his eyes and mouth.
"One down."
The murderer let out a cackle, blood still caking his scythes.
"Two to go."