KellHound270's Work
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Chapter IV
Midway, Pacific Ocean
Rodan landed on the decades-old runway that was made during World War II. He needed to spend some time alone on this island to get his thoughts together.
He had been alone for so long. He practically forgot what it was like to have a mate. The closest thing he had to a mate now was Ignis, and they were merely friends, united by their volcanic nature.
And speak of the devil, and she shall appear.
The Fire Dragon walked up to him, the fire on her skin dying down. She chuffed to ask Rodan what the problem was. He responded with a whine, telling her that he found another member of his species. Ignis' eyes momentarily widened in surprise, before she asked why it was a bad thing. He reminded her that his last mate was killed by the Three-Headed Devil, in front of Rodan's very eyes. She understood, but she also reminded him of Godzilla's undying relationship with Mothra.
Rodan realized what she was saying. Godzilla wasn't afraid to love Mothra, even though she died constantly, because it was better to love and lose than to never have loved at all.
Recognizing his error, he chirruped at Ignis and asked her to keep Roc on the island when she arrived. He then flew off to look for a food offering.
Not long after he left, the white avian landed on the island. Roc asked Ignis where Rodan was, and the Fire Dragon replied that he was catching food, and he'll be back in a bit.
True to his word, Rodan returned with a prize: a humpback whale in his talons. He set the dead cetacean on the ground before pushing it toward Roc. She accepted the meal and began to rip at the carcass.
After eating the whale, Roc and Rodan opted to fly back to Isla de Mara. As they flew, they remained very close to each other. Rodan even touched the tip of his wing against Roc's, telling her that he would accept her.
With a smile in her eyes, Roc made the first move and began to release large amounts of lava from her body as part of a mating ritual. Rodan did the same, and the two flew amongst the clouds in an elaborate dance.
Although the world above was ripe with love, the ground below was plagued by the lava. Mexico City was, seemingly, under attack by the source of these enormous globs of magma. Buildings caved in, cars melted, and people screamed. It was clear that this mating ritual was deadly to the denizens below.
Rodan and Roc, however, didn't care. They only cared about each other, and flew around one another like ice dancers.
Command Bridge of the Gotengo, Isla de Mara, Mexico
"Reports are coming in now that Mexico City is being assaulted by what appears to be two Rodans," the newswoman stated. "The lava falling from their bodies seems to be part of a mating ritual, but until we hear from Monarch, we can't confirm."
"Interesting," Dr. Kashiwagi said. "It certainly does seem to be a mating ritual."
"The military's gonna have a field day with this," Stanton stated.
And, as he suspected, the Gotengo received a comm request from the U.N. Army. Jon pressed the 'accept' button and saw Admiral Stenz's face appear on the screens.
"Admiral," Jon greeted. "I take it you've seen the news."
"I have, and unfortunately, so has the Convention," the Admiral sighed. "They want us to deal with these things. I wanted to hear you out before making my final decision."
"Admiral, Rodan and Roc are mating," Kashiwagi explained. "They don't know how they're affecting the city, and if they did, I doubt they would care."
"Such is the way with love," Stanton mused.
"Admiral, I know that you don't have much say in this, but tell the Convention this." Jon pointed to a still image of Rodan and Roc dancing. "You either kill both of them, or you kill neither of them. If one dies, the other will kill their mate's killer."
"I will tell them that," Stenz replied. "Anything else?"
"Yes, sir," Stanton said. "I think these giant birds aren't the real problem. If my assumptions are correct, then the Meganulon, the insects in the volcano, are a bigger threat than they are."
The workers toiled tirelessly. They carried the body of their dead Queen down to the depths of the Hive. Here, at the deepest part of the hive, the repletes consumed the remains of their Queen and converted her flesh into a jelly-like substance.
The workers took this jelly to the nursery, where hundreds of larvae were nestled in their cells, waiting for their limbs to develop. The workers, using their sensitive antennae, found the Princess, the most fit larvae for the role of Queen.
They fed her the jelly. As the Princess ate, her body began to grow. Her legs grew and her normally black eyes turned orange. The more of this jelly she ate, the faster she would mature, and the sooner she would become the next Queen.