Mothership
"H-Hey...Godzilla...You, uh, awake?" Mothra asked the sickly being in the generator suit. She was right up close to the machine, looking up at Godzilla's dull face.
"I'm...awake," he replies weakly.
"Are you okay? I mean, well, are you..."
"Yesss...I'm fine...What is...it?"
"There's, uh, someone who, uh, see you."
"B-Baragon?"
"No...but I think he wants to see you, too. It's someone else, big guy."
"Junior? I-is that you?" G-Man softly said, walking up to Big G.
"Dad?...I though you were-"
"I...was. Well, I will be. No, wait...Whatever. The point is, I'm here, and so are you...but...What the fuck happened to you?"
"It's the...gen...generator...It's..."
"Godzilla's powering this ship," Mothra explained. "If we try to free him, the ship will turn off, and most of us will likely die."
"Oh." G-Man whispered. "So, we can't, like, get him out? Why can't we replace him with another power source?"
"You're not suggesting we-"
"Yes, I'm suggesting that we..."
"But we don't know how this technology works! How can we? Were not aliens!"
"I don't know, but just try to find a way."
"You can't seriously suggest you're gonna-"
"But I am."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Whatever it takes to get Junior out."
"Dad...you'd really...do that?" Big G asked.
"I'd do anything to make sure you're alive. Plus, I'll be having a meltdown in a few years. I don't think the aliens would have thought that one through."
"But, judging on how everything else was planned..." Mothra reasons.
"I don't care about the plan. I don't want the King of the Monsters to die."
"Alright, we'll do it. But how? How do we do it?"
"Leave everything to me," a robotic voice said.
"And why should we trust a voice?" G-Man asked.
"Let the robot do its thing," Mothra says. "I can sense it has good intentions."
"Sure, you do."
"Do you want to save your son or not?"
"Fine, alright, we'll listen to the robot voice."
"Excellent," the voice chirped. "Please give me a few minutes to reconfigure everything..."
"Guys..." I said, bleeding still, but not as much as before. "you ARE certain this isn't a trap or something, right?"
"W-well...uh..no," Mothra shrugged. "Now that I think about it, this is going way too easy to be the end of this."
"So we walk into a trap," G-Man says. "I'm willing to risk it for Junior's safety."
"You'd deliberately walk into a trick just so someone you care about lives?"
"Well, yeah."
"I respect that."
"A trap's a trap, though," I say.
"But we still...so..." Mothra was thinking.
"I just thought of something," Varan spoke. He doesn't talk much, but when he does, it's usually something interesting or important.
"What is it?" Mothra asked.
"To clarify, our original goal, months back, was to give Godzilla so much radiation that he could destroy the rift, yes?"
"...Yeah?"
"The ship needs something radioactive, like Godzilla, to power it. It also seems to be powered by the giant clusters we've seen on those other planets. Following?"
"I think I see where your going...The pillars must be giving off radiation as well!...Or didn't we state that before?..uh.."
"I think we did before...but, listen...If we were to take Godzilla to one of these planets, preferably highly radioactive, he could then get just the right amount of radiation to destroy the rift...but how could we get control of this ship? The monsters weren't behind this. The aliens were."
"We're bigger than them."
"True."
"I hate to bother your plan, which is quite good," the voice popped up, "but it appears that my system is ready for the switch."
"Wait, you're the ship?" G-Man asked.
"Correct. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"...Yes. I want to do this."
"It will be a painful experience."
"I want to do this."
"Very well." The suit opened, and Big G dropped to the floor, bleeding and exhausted. "I only have fifteen minutes of reserved energy. That is a resonable amount of time for you to say your last words.
Anguirus came and helped him sit up. G-Man knelt down next to him.
"Junior," he said, "I know this probably wasn't the reunion you wanted, but..."
"I...I know," he sputters.
"Promise me you'll be the King I saw you as when you were young. It's hard to say anything because I haven't died yet. I haven't seen what happened with Destoroyah, and I know I never will. But I know one thing: You're my own flesh and blood. That means you'll be a great King. You'll do some things right, and you'll do some things wrong...it happens. Live through them. And...uh...I...I just...I love ya, son."
"I...love you too, dad." They embraced each other. I wanted to join that hug, be with Big G...tell him everything's A-OK, even if his dad's gonna take one for the team, but I fought the urge because I don't know how hurt Big G is, and it's their important moment, after all. After a few minutes of crying and hugging, they let go.
"Alright. You wash yourself up, clean that wound, and try to walk it off. Goodbye, Junior. Be the best you can be."
"Goodbye...dad."
G-Man got into the suit.
"I'm ready, ship," he said.
As the generator closed on him, the ship replied: "Please, call me Mechagodzilla. Your son taught me how to have sentience. Be my own being."
The generator suit closed on G-Man, and he started to fall asleep, probably so the generator can get used to him without any pain.