Chapter 6
The ribbon of tortured and scarred emotion suspended and dangled like a revolving halo above Miki Saegusa's head. It was like a candle had been blown out for her, she had spent so much time on learning and analyzing Baby Godzilla, case studying how the monster's behavior differed since it was born around humans. Now, with the death of Junior, she was left in the darkness of her own mind, the light of her life had been extinguished. And without that wall of flame to keep her thoughts alight, her anger and power were able to ascend to higher limits.
Like an ocean tipping the land, Miki's mind unraveled to touch the devil's own sadistic intellect. She knew there was a high risk, a risk that her mind could collapse on itself, like a fly hitting a brick wall. No one had ever pierced the Guids's psyche, anything could lurk within it; it could be like a swamp, covered in moss and shaded away from light.
Miki didn't have a care for what rested inside; her psychic energy was like a torch, if darkness surrounded the walls, she would be able to pressure the night back into its shadows. Nothing would be able to touch her as long as she kept her energy intense, burning with the power of Godzilla.
It was as if the Gudis was waiting for Miki, to survey her thoughts and see what its food thought of before it is killed. Its muddy clay like body sat still as its mind dried to its wondering thoughts, as it pondered on why its food would even try to oppose it, but it knew this one was different, it had a aura of strange energy, something that the Gudis would savor after consumption.
Blinded shouts ran rampant from Meru's mouth as she called to Miki, "You can't defeat it. It has no morals or remorse, it's not like anything your mind has ever touched, you won't be able to take it. You'll be killed." She seethed with anger as Miki took her van point against the vile monster, as Meru shied away from its sight, its despairing eyes too much for a human to view upon.
Miki's khaki pants lathered with blood from the stapled gush across her thigh, the defining wound and pain that gyrated out of it was enveloped into her own anguish as her psychic energy begun to flow like adrenaline through her blood. It was like a floodgate had been shattered in her body, never before had she let her energy take this much control over, her muscles, her nervous system, her blood flow, over everything. All of it was being energized and commanded by the supernatural powers that dwelled in her mind. If her own mind didn't get control of it soon, her whole body could be absorbed into the energy and nothing more than a signature of space would be left.
As Miki's eyes shut, she could feel the current that was launched her towards the Gudis's mind, her own power dealing the first punch, with a race of speed, she would hit him without retaliation.
Within the walls of the devil's thinking, random words blinked and flickered on and off in front of her eyes, "Consumption, evolution, consume, devour, destruction, Genocide." Synapses burned and fried in Miki's brain as she tried to process what it all meant, but she pushed beyond them, reaching for the core of the beast's mind and once there she would destroy it and leave the monster in an empty void of darkness and shadows, the same it left her in. Amongst the field of dusk that she rode through in the beast's mind, faded and distorted images of the monster came in and about, ones depicting itself obliterate whole species and than taking them into itself, for only one reason to become the most powerful being in the universe. A shiver of bitter, wet, fluid coiled around Miki's spiritual body, even with her senses shoved far into the back of her mind, her skin could still feel the cold, surreal event. Six stalk- like arms folded around her legs, two more above them opened wide to an oval like opening. The threat of being pulled in was all Miki could feel as she pushed away from the abyss, her left hand found solid a structure to give herself some leverage from being lost forever in the mind of the slayer. Under her hand, an iciness muddy like feeling shuffled, it felt like her hand was sinking in. Boisterous, teeming, red oval-like masses rolled from the darkness, and then the picture was complete from Miki. As its mandibles closed around Miki, it uttered a tally of chilled and shattered words to her, "Live forever as apart of the most powerful being in the universe."
The young psychic's body swarmed and fizzed with unmanageable energy, scorching the ground with running marks as it circled around Miki, leaving her muscles paralyzed with exhaust, and letting her body crumble to the ground unconscious.
Without regard for what could happen to her, Meru aided herself to the troubled form of her friend. Meru warped her arms around Miki's hobbled frame, the only thing she could do to help her. Even as the stagnate fear arose in her, Meru claimed Miki with her arms, both of them were mystified within its vision.
The Gudis rotated its muscles and tail, revolving its mass to face the trounced form of Godzilla; its eyes still linger as its watch over the morsels of food that watched it with amazement. As its structure aligned itself with Godzilla's flush, leveled body, the collection of multiple, minuscule tipped tentacles rove with excreting fluids that built around them. As the liquid covered the husks of the banded tentacles, a number of spiraled from the Gudis's stomach and waded over Godzilla's arms and legs, coiling over themselves to get a better grip. Several swarmed over his mouth, sliding and brushing over his open maw as they twisted with his flesh, bounding their living membranes to a corpse, one's whose powers don't even touch the boundary of flaw or weakness. This is what the Gudis came to feed on, absolute power, the raw forms of vigor and control and it would only get this if it merged its body with that of its enemy.
The idled carcass of Godzilla scuffed and grated the dejected ground, as it was pulled towards the Gudis, Godzilla's tail already faltered within the egg-shaped mouth that had opened within the bundle of cord like limbs. As it raked in the hollow vessel of nuclear energy, the cavity on its stomach increased in width to accommodate the extra mass of Godzilla's legs into it. The Gudis's facial expression deemed its reward that it would be receiving, a look of enchantment and pleasure, of what it will become after it has taken in a legend, even heard in the death of space. Soon its attributes will be of the Gudis's, the fiery breath, the creature's almost indestructible cells, and its fighting sprit will be of use to this world's new ruler. Its power will be magnified even greater than it is now and this is only the first that the Gudis came to gather.
Slick and urbane, like a burst of unexpected, but calm lightening; a mixing twirl of salient and brash icy blue energy foamed from the sky, like it had been made by nothing, crackled and spilt on the collar of the engrossed Gudis. As the sizzle of the energy dissipated, a frosty coat of ice held on to the Gudis's skin, vapors already hazing around it. From the contrast of the night, the sleek, but immensely armored, enhanced flying fortress, Super-X 3 slimed with the black night.
The Super-X 3 was well knew to all now for its power, after it and its crew stopped Godzilla's meltdown from causing mass genocide, it's picture had been plastered over the world holding it up as a savior and not just another machine used by man to overcome something. It's top pilot, Commander Sho Kuroki, was promoted to the rank of General for what he had done as well as the rest to the crew. But as the years passed, the Super-X 3 was just a maintenance problem to keep it preserved. A new crew hadn't even been assigned to it, until now. The bulk of the piloting crew were fresh cadets, their only training was field exercises and computer simulations, but the top pilot was a veteran compared to the rest. Gai Yuuki had advanced piloting skills taught and programmed into him, when he was being trained as a test pilot for the first model in G-type weapons, Mechagodzilla. But after a fight in the locker room with another pilot that lost a karate match to him and had to prove himself as a man, assaulted him while Gai changed, the captain disappointed in both of their behavior felt it was best that he let them go for the safety of the team. That was when Gai's dreams of becoming a robotic pilot were given away, because of his high skills. Even with his disappointment, Gai pursued for what he trained for, but all he could found was the Self-Defense Force's advance weapons' division, founding a position as captain of the Super-X 3.
Another stirring discharge of liquid and ice injected itself into the back of the Gudis's neckline, bonding itself with the fatty tissue. The Gudis's head bounded forward, the froth of shredded ice serving its crust of skin, letting the freezing chemical liquid to seep into the Gudis's body. The harnessed tentacles around Godzilla's obsolete mass withered back to their original length, held rigidly against the Gudis's stomach as the death bearing air that bordered it solidify and halted the Gudis's very breath. Even the stench of murder that claimed the Gudis, was replaced with fresh, moist air from the mounting vapors. The sub- zero energy suffocated the Gudis of its life, the only thing that made the Gudis feel pain, a message rarely sent to its brain. The Gudis stumbled and bounced forth, riveted with pain and anguish.
"Damn monster. Turn us around and make another pass at it." Gai's voice came with a feeling of slyness and cunning that was just as chilling as the frozen liquid they were carrying.
The supple, heavy green shatterproof flying tank, banked and vaulted to the right of the Gudis, its hording exhaust, brushed and snowed the Gudis's tainted features. Fluids and flesh pressurized in the Gudis's arm as it measured to reached to the back of the Super-X 3. Sponge like skin seeped over the chilled, broad shell of the Super-X 3, tapering itself around the middle of the airborne stronghold.
The vortex of intense speed that spewed from the back of the Super- X 3 was hammered against a wall, when the Gudis arrested the Super-X from its progression. The tapered shield covering around the Super-X 3 didn't tremble against the remarkable force, but the vulnerable flesh and bones inside its cover were washed with the rupturing depression. Gai's second in commander's back muscled against his chair, before he was projected into his hanging monitor, his face shattering the glass, before the sickle fragments dug in to the pocketed flesh, though his pain was short as his skull cracked against the rest of the display monitor. Electricity flowed through broken currents, coming out as shattered sparks of golden light. Framing smoke filled the cockpit as the rest of the electrical and flight systems expired and rendering the flying super tank immobilized, reeling in the Gudis's spongy grip.
From the puzzlement of smoke and fire, Gai slipped and lurched from his ruined chair, a gurgle of blood filtered through loose skin that had opened above one of his eyes, his disjointed, shimmering black hair clotted with some of the running blood as it hung down. The safety belts that had harnessed him to his chair, where snapped, his shoulders and waist combined with the force, acted like a fine toothed saw to the slender material. Gai's eyes teared and dampened from the irritating pepper of the smoke, the remainder of the cabin was a smear of sickly black and gray, with blots of salivated red that drooled from the carpet. From the murky view inside, Gai could see a torch of crimson through the glass window at the front; it glistened as if it was living blood. It sank and peaked as it focused upon his form, only to be washed away by a blitz of flaming blue light, the last sight that Gai's mind was able to hold on to before it was submerged into the smoke.
The Gudis's bulk was entranced by more of the azure energy that burned and compressed its movements, even its lax grip around the tender metal of the Super-X was started to slither. The J.D.S.F's only weapon left, The DAG-MB96s, a new type of Maser tank that utilized the same freezing masers as the Super-X did, came from behind in a small pod of three, sending tri-blasts of running ice into the Gudis.
The Gudis's roving, furrowed back lathered with fuming ice as the maser battalion stressed the attack on the Gudis, their only attempt to free the ensnared Super-X 3. Shivered with pain, its muscles constricting as the fluids in them slivered with ice, causing an even greater pain for the Gudis as the frigidness contracted and cleaved critical organs within inside its body. Fleeing pressure leaked from freezing monster's grip, the Super-X 3 pitched and tumbled from the height of the monster, its shelled body bubbled into a mess of singled roomed bars, the cheap wood and paper, shaved away by the nose of the heavy ship as it drove into the ground, beak first. It's massive form fusing with the ground as its nose dug itself into the ground, leaving the Super-X 3 prodding from the ground.
The condensing, clotting ice that congealed in the Gudis's blood, made its muscles cycle faster, The Gudis had never left a battle before, but its body had never been this damaged before by something as simple as the cold. The pane of ice that had fixed itself to the Gudis's skin on its hind, fractured and cracked as its host moved, the splintering ice carved into the rigid flesh, the ticking blood that seeped underneath surged in a current to the top.
As the incapacitated monster, its collection of nerves stinging, trailed it's absent from Tokyo, the horde of DAG-MB96s shadowed behind it, to never let the monstrous creature return to Tokyo, to never let it seize the fear of the citizens yet again, never again will the citizens of Japan be under the control of a monster. Though, It would only be a matter of time before either or both species would be wiped out.
A dismal mood and sentiment dismissed any room for low-end discussion, the U.N.G.C.C had been at leisure since the Gudis had landed, and now they had watched as it disturbed Japan's sleep. It was more of a feeling of guilt and aggravation that loomed and stitched itself into the thoughts of U.N.G.C.C's cognitive minds.
Commander Aso, his fading, built frame emphasized in front of the wall monitor, the vista of a blood soaked Tokyo, and the body of their longest adversary dead, all that the U.N.G.C.C stood for had been wiped away by one monster. It's duties to protect Japan gone, and its task to eliminate Godzilla for the safety of Japan, was also on the shoulders of that very monster. Fingers as cold as the scene that was being displayed, fingers that weren't like any others, ones that were just three cranes like appendages that formed a claw like hand, gave their sympathy as they rested on Commander Aso's shoulder.
"It's a terrible sight, man's greatest enemy and man's greatest weapon falling to the same adversary. It now may seem that our plans are of a worthless effort. " A coy chuckle tickled Doctor J's lips, a sound of wit and age in a time of calamity.
"The U.N.G.C.C was made to match Godzilla's power with technology. We should have learned when other monsters fought or interfered with our missions, they were just factors that we didn't add in, when we made our first two G-Type Weapons. It was foolish to think that no other monster would appear besides Godzilla, but mistakes are the path for evolution." The arrogant, but harmed ego of Aso came like hot vapor on a cold day. It was not known, if Aso would ever succeeded before he died, though for some reason, he knew this was going to be his last mission.
"Ah yes, to equal Godzilla's super powers by using the technology from the year 2204, from the salvaged remains of Mecha King Ghidorah. Yes, this technology has served the U.N.G.C.C well over the years, but why didn't your brilliant scientists ever think of using Mecha King Ghidorah as a weapon, it would have been much easier to fix it, than to let it rot to waste?" The bleeding image that played on the computer screen still, reflected back as shadows in Dr. J's protective sunglasses, the black tint sweated with the flicks of bright lights that portrayed man's last hopes.
"Are you telling me that Mecha King Ghidorah can be repaired? Can it be fixed within the day?" With as much attention that was felt in his words, Aso's stature remained firm and somber, it was the same feeling he had when he first laid eyes on the detached head of Mecha King Ghidorah.
"Yes, since I have got here, I have been very interested in the futurist machinery that was being kept here. Though, after analyzing it, I found that Mecha King Ghidorah could be reusable. In my study, I found that the computer systems and armor are fine, though the living tissue is in a coma like state and has begun to decay a little. Though, if we give it a substantial amount of nuclear energy, my theory is that the living tissue will reactive, as well as heal the skin decay. But as for its weapon systems those are beyond repair, just like the robotic head. The only working weapons are one of the capture cables and the organic head's gravity bolts. " Dr. J's dumpy physique hobbled to face Aso, his face a foot and a half above Dr. J's own hunched shape, the Commander still reeled his eyes on the sight, on what he let slip through his aging fingers.
"So, it can be done? Though how long will it take?" Shuffled breaths were taken in by Aso as he spoke; he knew that Mecha King Ghidorah would fail, if activated again, the only thing he wanted now was to get that monster as far away from Japan as he could.
"I could have it done within five hours, I would say. Though, I would say in that time, you found yourself a sure pilot, one that is capable to fight with a handicap. Well now, I should get to work, shouldn't I? "
Aso nodded blankly at the display as Dr. J left, he had a pilot in mind, one that had a fair chance that he would come through from them, though Aso felt once again weak, as he was unable to stop himself from sending in his own son in to do his job.
Stale and frail air lingered below the asphyxiating smoke that filled the cabin of the Super-X 3, with a coarse cough for air, Gai regained conscious as pain rattled through his upper body. The pull of gravity, shuttled his body against the control panel, the bank that the Super-X went down was too great of an angle for Gai to able to balance himself on his own feet. With timid slides of the side of his thickly padded boots, Gai inched his way sideways across the Super-X 3's floor. His hand gripped the chair that he had sat in moments before, for balance, without that chair, he was not a captain, he was man that had let his crew be killed under his commander, he would never pilot again.
The side door of the Super-X faintly opened, its weight bearing down on Gai's already tender shoulder. With a thrust of his arm, Gai elevated the door enough for him to jump out, before it came back down. Wavering feet clouded on to the ashen, brittle ground, the push of the fall on the ground, bounded Gai on to his back. The spread of ash swabbed onto the back of Gai's dark green Self Defense jacket, it was only then as he laid on his back, too winded to get back up, that he noticed the two figurers huddled together within the epicenter of Tokyo's defeat.
Over pressured muscles lumped as they set in motion the surround mass that they were attached to. With lumbered steps, Gai staggered behind them, without a thought of how scared they might be.
"That bastard may be gone, but we have to get out of here." Gai's tainted words stung Meru's ears as she threw a troubled and wide expressed stare at him as she held the almost lifeless form of Miki in her hands.
"The human race has been let down, there is nothing for us to look up to anymore." With the depress of his words, Gai's eyes caught something, something that stood for the pride of the human race, it's red erect form ranked over the rest of the city, Tokyo Tower.
The hours of the night had been silent; the maser battalion was successful at driving the Gudis away from Tokyo, but contract was lost with them shortly after. As the vista of a rising sun, the yellow and orange tone and trace multiply with ever clocking second, the Gudis thrived in its new setting of Shibuya, the lot of buildings drenched in the sun as people begun their commute to work. Even with the nonchalant rising sun, that came perfect to the world, a minuscule dark speck came far above the horizon, centered within the blistering sun, it stood there before it gleamed with a shine stronger than the sun itself.
As the sun fostered its flame to the raising phoenix, a phoenix that was made by man's own hands, a phoenix that had already died twice defending Japan from a greater evil. The spread of its kite-shaped wings enveloped the flare of the sun from the eyes of the demon, its own body a shadow as well. Mecha King Ghidorah was ready to rise again and defend Japan once more.
The ribbon of tortured and scarred emotion suspended and dangled like a revolving halo above Miki Saegusa's head. It was like a candle had been blown out for her, she had spent so much time on learning and analyzing Baby Godzilla, case studying how the monster's behavior differed since it was born around humans. Now, with the death of Junior, she was left in the darkness of her own mind, the light of her life had been extinguished. And without that wall of flame to keep her thoughts alight, her anger and power were able to ascend to higher limits.
Like an ocean tipping the land, Miki's mind unraveled to touch the devil's own sadistic intellect. She knew there was a high risk, a risk that her mind could collapse on itself, like a fly hitting a brick wall. No one had ever pierced the Guids's psyche, anything could lurk within it; it could be like a swamp, covered in moss and shaded away from light.
Miki didn't have a care for what rested inside; her psychic energy was like a torch, if darkness surrounded the walls, she would be able to pressure the night back into its shadows. Nothing would be able to touch her as long as she kept her energy intense, burning with the power of Godzilla.
It was as if the Gudis was waiting for Miki, to survey her thoughts and see what its food thought of before it is killed. Its muddy clay like body sat still as its mind dried to its wondering thoughts, as it pondered on why its food would even try to oppose it, but it knew this one was different, it had a aura of strange energy, something that the Gudis would savor after consumption.
Blinded shouts ran rampant from Meru's mouth as she called to Miki, "You can't defeat it. It has no morals or remorse, it's not like anything your mind has ever touched, you won't be able to take it. You'll be killed." She seethed with anger as Miki took her van point against the vile monster, as Meru shied away from its sight, its despairing eyes too much for a human to view upon.
Miki's khaki pants lathered with blood from the stapled gush across her thigh, the defining wound and pain that gyrated out of it was enveloped into her own anguish as her psychic energy begun to flow like adrenaline through her blood. It was like a floodgate had been shattered in her body, never before had she let her energy take this much control over, her muscles, her nervous system, her blood flow, over everything. All of it was being energized and commanded by the supernatural powers that dwelled in her mind. If her own mind didn't get control of it soon, her whole body could be absorbed into the energy and nothing more than a signature of space would be left.
As Miki's eyes shut, she could feel the current that was launched her towards the Gudis's mind, her own power dealing the first punch, with a race of speed, she would hit him without retaliation.
Within the walls of the devil's thinking, random words blinked and flickered on and off in front of her eyes, "Consumption, evolution, consume, devour, destruction, Genocide." Synapses burned and fried in Miki's brain as she tried to process what it all meant, but she pushed beyond them, reaching for the core of the beast's mind and once there she would destroy it and leave the monster in an empty void of darkness and shadows, the same it left her in. Amongst the field of dusk that she rode through in the beast's mind, faded and distorted images of the monster came in and about, ones depicting itself obliterate whole species and than taking them into itself, for only one reason to become the most powerful being in the universe. A shiver of bitter, wet, fluid coiled around Miki's spiritual body, even with her senses shoved far into the back of her mind, her skin could still feel the cold, surreal event. Six stalk- like arms folded around her legs, two more above them opened wide to an oval like opening. The threat of being pulled in was all Miki could feel as she pushed away from the abyss, her left hand found solid a structure to give herself some leverage from being lost forever in the mind of the slayer. Under her hand, an iciness muddy like feeling shuffled, it felt like her hand was sinking in. Boisterous, teeming, red oval-like masses rolled from the darkness, and then the picture was complete from Miki. As its mandibles closed around Miki, it uttered a tally of chilled and shattered words to her, "Live forever as apart of the most powerful being in the universe."
The young psychic's body swarmed and fizzed with unmanageable energy, scorching the ground with running marks as it circled around Miki, leaving her muscles paralyzed with exhaust, and letting her body crumble to the ground unconscious.
Without regard for what could happen to her, Meru aided herself to the troubled form of her friend. Meru warped her arms around Miki's hobbled frame, the only thing she could do to help her. Even as the stagnate fear arose in her, Meru claimed Miki with her arms, both of them were mystified within its vision.
The Gudis rotated its muscles and tail, revolving its mass to face the trounced form of Godzilla; its eyes still linger as its watch over the morsels of food that watched it with amazement. As its structure aligned itself with Godzilla's flush, leveled body, the collection of multiple, minuscule tipped tentacles rove with excreting fluids that built around them. As the liquid covered the husks of the banded tentacles, a number of spiraled from the Gudis's stomach and waded over Godzilla's arms and legs, coiling over themselves to get a better grip. Several swarmed over his mouth, sliding and brushing over his open maw as they twisted with his flesh, bounding their living membranes to a corpse, one's whose powers don't even touch the boundary of flaw or weakness. This is what the Gudis came to feed on, absolute power, the raw forms of vigor and control and it would only get this if it merged its body with that of its enemy.
The idled carcass of Godzilla scuffed and grated the dejected ground, as it was pulled towards the Gudis, Godzilla's tail already faltered within the egg-shaped mouth that had opened within the bundle of cord like limbs. As it raked in the hollow vessel of nuclear energy, the cavity on its stomach increased in width to accommodate the extra mass of Godzilla's legs into it. The Gudis's facial expression deemed its reward that it would be receiving, a look of enchantment and pleasure, of what it will become after it has taken in a legend, even heard in the death of space. Soon its attributes will be of the Gudis's, the fiery breath, the creature's almost indestructible cells, and its fighting sprit will be of use to this world's new ruler. Its power will be magnified even greater than it is now and this is only the first that the Gudis came to gather.
Slick and urbane, like a burst of unexpected, but calm lightening; a mixing twirl of salient and brash icy blue energy foamed from the sky, like it had been made by nothing, crackled and spilt on the collar of the engrossed Gudis. As the sizzle of the energy dissipated, a frosty coat of ice held on to the Gudis's skin, vapors already hazing around it. From the contrast of the night, the sleek, but immensely armored, enhanced flying fortress, Super-X 3 slimed with the black night.
The Super-X 3 was well knew to all now for its power, after it and its crew stopped Godzilla's meltdown from causing mass genocide, it's picture had been plastered over the world holding it up as a savior and not just another machine used by man to overcome something. It's top pilot, Commander Sho Kuroki, was promoted to the rank of General for what he had done as well as the rest to the crew. But as the years passed, the Super-X 3 was just a maintenance problem to keep it preserved. A new crew hadn't even been assigned to it, until now. The bulk of the piloting crew were fresh cadets, their only training was field exercises and computer simulations, but the top pilot was a veteran compared to the rest. Gai Yuuki had advanced piloting skills taught and programmed into him, when he was being trained as a test pilot for the first model in G-type weapons, Mechagodzilla. But after a fight in the locker room with another pilot that lost a karate match to him and had to prove himself as a man, assaulted him while Gai changed, the captain disappointed in both of their behavior felt it was best that he let them go for the safety of the team. That was when Gai's dreams of becoming a robotic pilot were given away, because of his high skills. Even with his disappointment, Gai pursued for what he trained for, but all he could found was the Self-Defense Force's advance weapons' division, founding a position as captain of the Super-X 3.
Another stirring discharge of liquid and ice injected itself into the back of the Gudis's neckline, bonding itself with the fatty tissue. The Gudis's head bounded forward, the froth of shredded ice serving its crust of skin, letting the freezing chemical liquid to seep into the Gudis's body. The harnessed tentacles around Godzilla's obsolete mass withered back to their original length, held rigidly against the Gudis's stomach as the death bearing air that bordered it solidify and halted the Gudis's very breath. Even the stench of murder that claimed the Gudis, was replaced with fresh, moist air from the mounting vapors. The sub- zero energy suffocated the Gudis of its life, the only thing that made the Gudis feel pain, a message rarely sent to its brain. The Gudis stumbled and bounced forth, riveted with pain and anguish.
"Damn monster. Turn us around and make another pass at it." Gai's voice came with a feeling of slyness and cunning that was just as chilling as the frozen liquid they were carrying.
The supple, heavy green shatterproof flying tank, banked and vaulted to the right of the Gudis, its hording exhaust, brushed and snowed the Gudis's tainted features. Fluids and flesh pressurized in the Gudis's arm as it measured to reached to the back of the Super-X 3. Sponge like skin seeped over the chilled, broad shell of the Super-X 3, tapering itself around the middle of the airborne stronghold.
The vortex of intense speed that spewed from the back of the Super- X 3 was hammered against a wall, when the Gudis arrested the Super-X from its progression. The tapered shield covering around the Super-X 3 didn't tremble against the remarkable force, but the vulnerable flesh and bones inside its cover were washed with the rupturing depression. Gai's second in commander's back muscled against his chair, before he was projected into his hanging monitor, his face shattering the glass, before the sickle fragments dug in to the pocketed flesh, though his pain was short as his skull cracked against the rest of the display monitor. Electricity flowed through broken currents, coming out as shattered sparks of golden light. Framing smoke filled the cockpit as the rest of the electrical and flight systems expired and rendering the flying super tank immobilized, reeling in the Gudis's spongy grip.
From the puzzlement of smoke and fire, Gai slipped and lurched from his ruined chair, a gurgle of blood filtered through loose skin that had opened above one of his eyes, his disjointed, shimmering black hair clotted with some of the running blood as it hung down. The safety belts that had harnessed him to his chair, where snapped, his shoulders and waist combined with the force, acted like a fine toothed saw to the slender material. Gai's eyes teared and dampened from the irritating pepper of the smoke, the remainder of the cabin was a smear of sickly black and gray, with blots of salivated red that drooled from the carpet. From the murky view inside, Gai could see a torch of crimson through the glass window at the front; it glistened as if it was living blood. It sank and peaked as it focused upon his form, only to be washed away by a blitz of flaming blue light, the last sight that Gai's mind was able to hold on to before it was submerged into the smoke.
The Gudis's bulk was entranced by more of the azure energy that burned and compressed its movements, even its lax grip around the tender metal of the Super-X was started to slither. The J.D.S.F's only weapon left, The DAG-MB96s, a new type of Maser tank that utilized the same freezing masers as the Super-X did, came from behind in a small pod of three, sending tri-blasts of running ice into the Gudis.
The Gudis's roving, furrowed back lathered with fuming ice as the maser battalion stressed the attack on the Gudis, their only attempt to free the ensnared Super-X 3. Shivered with pain, its muscles constricting as the fluids in them slivered with ice, causing an even greater pain for the Gudis as the frigidness contracted and cleaved critical organs within inside its body. Fleeing pressure leaked from freezing monster's grip, the Super-X 3 pitched and tumbled from the height of the monster, its shelled body bubbled into a mess of singled roomed bars, the cheap wood and paper, shaved away by the nose of the heavy ship as it drove into the ground, beak first. It's massive form fusing with the ground as its nose dug itself into the ground, leaving the Super-X 3 prodding from the ground.
The condensing, clotting ice that congealed in the Gudis's blood, made its muscles cycle faster, The Gudis had never left a battle before, but its body had never been this damaged before by something as simple as the cold. The pane of ice that had fixed itself to the Gudis's skin on its hind, fractured and cracked as its host moved, the splintering ice carved into the rigid flesh, the ticking blood that seeped underneath surged in a current to the top.
As the incapacitated monster, its collection of nerves stinging, trailed it's absent from Tokyo, the horde of DAG-MB96s shadowed behind it, to never let the monstrous creature return to Tokyo, to never let it seize the fear of the citizens yet again, never again will the citizens of Japan be under the control of a monster. Though, It would only be a matter of time before either or both species would be wiped out.
A dismal mood and sentiment dismissed any room for low-end discussion, the U.N.G.C.C had been at leisure since the Gudis had landed, and now they had watched as it disturbed Japan's sleep. It was more of a feeling of guilt and aggravation that loomed and stitched itself into the thoughts of U.N.G.C.C's cognitive minds.
Commander Aso, his fading, built frame emphasized in front of the wall monitor, the vista of a blood soaked Tokyo, and the body of their longest adversary dead, all that the U.N.G.C.C stood for had been wiped away by one monster. It's duties to protect Japan gone, and its task to eliminate Godzilla for the safety of Japan, was also on the shoulders of that very monster. Fingers as cold as the scene that was being displayed, fingers that weren't like any others, ones that were just three cranes like appendages that formed a claw like hand, gave their sympathy as they rested on Commander Aso's shoulder.
"It's a terrible sight, man's greatest enemy and man's greatest weapon falling to the same adversary. It now may seem that our plans are of a worthless effort. " A coy chuckle tickled Doctor J's lips, a sound of wit and age in a time of calamity.
"The U.N.G.C.C was made to match Godzilla's power with technology. We should have learned when other monsters fought or interfered with our missions, they were just factors that we didn't add in, when we made our first two G-Type Weapons. It was foolish to think that no other monster would appear besides Godzilla, but mistakes are the path for evolution." The arrogant, but harmed ego of Aso came like hot vapor on a cold day. It was not known, if Aso would ever succeeded before he died, though for some reason, he knew this was going to be his last mission.
"Ah yes, to equal Godzilla's super powers by using the technology from the year 2204, from the salvaged remains of Mecha King Ghidorah. Yes, this technology has served the U.N.G.C.C well over the years, but why didn't your brilliant scientists ever think of using Mecha King Ghidorah as a weapon, it would have been much easier to fix it, than to let it rot to waste?" The bleeding image that played on the computer screen still, reflected back as shadows in Dr. J's protective sunglasses, the black tint sweated with the flicks of bright lights that portrayed man's last hopes.
"Are you telling me that Mecha King Ghidorah can be repaired? Can it be fixed within the day?" With as much attention that was felt in his words, Aso's stature remained firm and somber, it was the same feeling he had when he first laid eyes on the detached head of Mecha King Ghidorah.
"Yes, since I have got here, I have been very interested in the futurist machinery that was being kept here. Though, after analyzing it, I found that Mecha King Ghidorah could be reusable. In my study, I found that the computer systems and armor are fine, though the living tissue is in a coma like state and has begun to decay a little. Though, if we give it a substantial amount of nuclear energy, my theory is that the living tissue will reactive, as well as heal the skin decay. But as for its weapon systems those are beyond repair, just like the robotic head. The only working weapons are one of the capture cables and the organic head's gravity bolts. " Dr. J's dumpy physique hobbled to face Aso, his face a foot and a half above Dr. J's own hunched shape, the Commander still reeled his eyes on the sight, on what he let slip through his aging fingers.
"So, it can be done? Though how long will it take?" Shuffled breaths were taken in by Aso as he spoke; he knew that Mecha King Ghidorah would fail, if activated again, the only thing he wanted now was to get that monster as far away from Japan as he could.
"I could have it done within five hours, I would say. Though, I would say in that time, you found yourself a sure pilot, one that is capable to fight with a handicap. Well now, I should get to work, shouldn't I? "
Aso nodded blankly at the display as Dr. J left, he had a pilot in mind, one that had a fair chance that he would come through from them, though Aso felt once again weak, as he was unable to stop himself from sending in his own son in to do his job.
Stale and frail air lingered below the asphyxiating smoke that filled the cabin of the Super-X 3, with a coarse cough for air, Gai regained conscious as pain rattled through his upper body. The pull of gravity, shuttled his body against the control panel, the bank that the Super-X went down was too great of an angle for Gai to able to balance himself on his own feet. With timid slides of the side of his thickly padded boots, Gai inched his way sideways across the Super-X 3's floor. His hand gripped the chair that he had sat in moments before, for balance, without that chair, he was not a captain, he was man that had let his crew be killed under his commander, he would never pilot again.
The side door of the Super-X faintly opened, its weight bearing down on Gai's already tender shoulder. With a thrust of his arm, Gai elevated the door enough for him to jump out, before it came back down. Wavering feet clouded on to the ashen, brittle ground, the push of the fall on the ground, bounded Gai on to his back. The spread of ash swabbed onto the back of Gai's dark green Self Defense jacket, it was only then as he laid on his back, too winded to get back up, that he noticed the two figurers huddled together within the epicenter of Tokyo's defeat.
Over pressured muscles lumped as they set in motion the surround mass that they were attached to. With lumbered steps, Gai staggered behind them, without a thought of how scared they might be.
"That bastard may be gone, but we have to get out of here." Gai's tainted words stung Meru's ears as she threw a troubled and wide expressed stare at him as she held the almost lifeless form of Miki in her hands.
"The human race has been let down, there is nothing for us to look up to anymore." With the depress of his words, Gai's eyes caught something, something that stood for the pride of the human race, it's red erect form ranked over the rest of the city, Tokyo Tower.
The hours of the night had been silent; the maser battalion was successful at driving the Gudis away from Tokyo, but contract was lost with them shortly after. As the vista of a rising sun, the yellow and orange tone and trace multiply with ever clocking second, the Gudis thrived in its new setting of Shibuya, the lot of buildings drenched in the sun as people begun their commute to work. Even with the nonchalant rising sun, that came perfect to the world, a minuscule dark speck came far above the horizon, centered within the blistering sun, it stood there before it gleamed with a shine stronger than the sun itself.
As the sun fostered its flame to the raising phoenix, a phoenix that was made by man's own hands, a phoenix that had already died twice defending Japan from a greater evil. The spread of its kite-shaped wings enveloped the flare of the sun from the eyes of the demon, its own body a shadow as well. Mecha King Ghidorah was ready to rise again and defend Japan once more.