Emma, Madison, Luan, Lincoln drove in a jeep-like vehicle towards Outpost 61, hearing the screeches of the kaiju.
Once they arrived inside, they followed a scientist inside where they studied Mothra.
"What's wrong with him?" Emma asked.
"We don't know, he was sleeping like a baby an hour ago but now he's screeching like a banshee, I think he's ready." He replied.
"I wonder why." Thought the comedian.
"Do you think Mothra's on her way?" Madison asked curiously. "She's been on her way, about a minute away." He replied.
Once they reached inside the room, Lincoln's jaw dropped in awe as he saw a light green, pulsating egg.
Mothra then flew inside through the open top of the outpost, landed beside the egg, the egg began to peel open.
The queen leaned in closer as the egg opens completely, letting out a green mist.
"Come on out, little one." The queen softly said.
The larvae emerged from his egg, not seeing anything.
"Turn around."
The larvae turned around, revealing his green eyes. "It's a boy..." Mothra gasped in awe. She reached out to touch him, which he gladly accepted. "I'll call you...Leo"
"What's with the green eyes? Don't Mothras have blue eyes?" Luan asked.
"It's male, males have green eyes and are usually bigger and stronger." The scientist replied to the comedian. "Males are so rare, that the remains of the last known one are kept at another Monarch base, males only hatch if a serious event is about to happen, they usually hatch faster than females..."
"Hold up, serious event? What kind of serious event?" Lincoln asked, worried.
"I don't know, Ghidorah awakening and suddenly turning back to his evil side?" He shrugged. Hearing this, Luan's ears perked up with her eyes widening, her shocked face soon turned into a devious smile.
"Ah, I could somehow awaken Ghidorah and get Godzilla to fight him and kill him, perfect," Luan whispered to herself, imagining Ghidorah standing on Godzilla's corpse. Mothra, cuddling with her son, jerks her head up to something she feels in the air, "Something's not right," Her eyes narrowed, "Leo, mommy's gonna be right back." Mothra stepped in front of her son, chirping at the humans. Leo looked frightened and the area around went from green-ish blue to red in seconds.
"I think she's trying to tell us something, mister." Lincoln looks at Mothra chirping frantically at them, the scientist looks at Leo, "Aw, shit..."
"What is it?" Emma asked, "He's scared from something, apparently Mothra as well." He replied. Madison, getting a bright idea in her head, snatches the ORCA from the table and sprints out the door where the egg lies. "Madison!" Emma cried out as she ran after her daughter.
Godzilla's head was above the ocean water, preparing to talk to Rodan. "Anything in the skies, bird boy?" The king asked. "Nothing yet, still looking."
A few minutes pass before Godzilla spoke up, "Alright, I think we're good for the day."
"A'ight. Let's go back."
The two titans turn around and head back.
"Wait..."
"What is it, Goji?" The Fire Demon asked the king. "Mothra! I'll see ya back on Monster Island." Godzilla left the pterosaur.
"Um, okay." Rodan shrugged before flying back home.
Back in Outpost 61...
Madison managed to calm down Leo, much to Mothra's delight.
"You did it, Maddie." Emma complimented her daughter. "Thanks, Mom. Hey, can I touch him?"
Emma hesitated before giving her answer, "Yes." Madison leaned out to touch the divine creature.
Leo looked down at the tiny human, leaning in to get a closer look. Madison's hand eventually came in contact with Leo's face.
"Aw, that sweet." Mothra cooed, "Wait..." Mothra looked behind the scientists to see something speeding towards her.
A missile broke through the glass and struck Mothra, sending her crashing into the wall and into the jungle.
"What was that!?" Lincoln cried out. An explosion happened behind the Louds and the scientists some dying and others falling on their faces. Men in grey, camo outfits with assault rifles came and killed the rest of the scientists. Luan ran to her brother and wrapped her arms around him. The armed men stepped out of the way for an old man with a black-blueish jacket, a white beard, and hair, blue eyes, and bags under them.
Alan Jonah.