It was a hub of commerce, a sprawling city filled with steel and glass
built with a certain pride; Shibuya was now a defining point for the Gudis.
The human race deemed it too important to be destroyed by a god like the
Gudis, so they sent a living machine, a dragon of technology, Mecha King
Ghidorah, a relic from the future to defend it.
It hovered with a center of elegance, the sun still roasting against its back, satisfying the solar cells on its wings with energy. The dragon like heads of the machine, their scales gleamed and where touched by the color of the sun. Light fled through the gap between the two heads, where the robotic head of Mecha King Ghidorah would be. It had been removed completely, so that a full exanimation of the technology could be done properly. The burley, oval chest still glittered with a clean shine like it was new, yet some areas held on to the burns endured during its battle with Godzilla. Golden skin rolled out from underneath the chest of armor, until it was met by two anklets of protective covering that acted as Mecha King Ghidorah's kneecaps and ankle.
Mecha King Ghidorah molded to the ground as it was brought down from the sky. Its wings still swelled out against the city, forming a barrier prevent the Gudis from entering the city. It wasn't any type of defense, but a heavily infused message for the Gudis, letting it know that it has to get past Mecha King Ghidorah to enter.
The Gudis's greased crimson eyes bared passed the two biologic heads and submerged onto the small white dome that laid at the base of the empty space in-between the two living heads, where the real intelligence of the beast laid, it was the weak point of this hybrid creature. This vice was only a puppet for a human to toy with. The human's mind was the cyborg's mind; a pathetic, complex assortment of jumbled thoughts and emotions, the cyborg was no more than an armor suit for the human's psychological digression that they were insignificant in the province of strength.
Fujio Aso, Commander Aso's only son, look intently at the fatty monster that smoldered with an awe of power and malevolence on the monitor. He's father told him all about how the Gudis had cheated him out of his recent dream and that, he was the only one that could kill it now, that his reign of command was over, he had failed on every aspect of his mission. His father had given him a hard burden to carry, his father's legacy. Fujio knew something was up, once he got enrolled into G-Force when he was eighteen, his father had made him train as much as he could at robotics piloting, getting Fujio ready for something. That was only three years ago, and know his father's goal was to face off against something he was too afraid to himself. Though, Fujio wanted to this for his dad, it would bring him pride to know that his son is able to fill his shoes, but he only wanted to do it, to see if he could lift his father's ailing spirits. If Fujio fails, his father and Japan fail as well.
Pending mouths opened for the mood of battle, letting out compressed anger in a steam of loud air. The shriek of command that went missing from Ghidorah's jaws, warped around the Gudis before it was overtaken by the Gudis's wiry growl of temptation, almost if the Gudis was reaching for the power within Mecha-King Ghidorah.
The hampered and sluggish air of the compartment bloated and engorged in the mist of musty panic and fear, fraying in the eyes of Fujio as he devotedly troubled them to stare at the mound of unimaginable nightmarish fright. The slink of the monitor glimmered with the mirror image of the Gudis, in a dreary, faded reflection; Fujio's appearance over imposed the Gudis's, a haunting omen of an allusion. Sly droplets of streamed fear congealed around Fujio's brow as his fingers braced the slender knob like controller.
The dominance of the Gudis's presence thrived against Mecha King Ghidorah's battered and bruised form, even without its array of weapons, the cyborg's power was implausible, something that the Gudis would enjoy to share alongside its own power.
Fujio's eyes touched the sensory target triggers that scrolled across the scene, the two biological heads, bestowed their own natural thoughts of attack to the screen, as their aim rolled over the Gudis's face several times. This battle would be determined by their power and his wits, even with a handicap as long as Fujio outsmarted the monster, he could very well be able to stop it and win the grace of his father. His father, the only thing that made him seek this encounter. His father had placed him in a special program the second that he got into the service. It was the only way for him to redeem himself, after he wasn't accepted into the college that he had worked so long to get into, his father only gave him one option, to join with him and U.N.G.C.C and do his service at defending Japan. If he failed in the service, his father wouldn't be apart of his life anymore, financially or as a role model, he said that it was his responsible as his child to make him proud. And for some reason, this felt to Fujio to be the last chance that he would have to make his father satisfied.
A fickle plan of attack submerged and bobbed in Fujio's head, it would be a valiant effort to stopping the Guids's destructive course. As long as he even had partial cooperation from the two biological heads, his plan wouldn't fail.
Teeming bands of crumbled, golden energy spiked from the two nomadic mouths of Mecha King Ghidorah, intertwining with the air as they breed salivating heat; the twin beam crossed the Gudis on the cheek with a disperse of scattering particles venting their power against the Gudis's coarse skin. The Gudis viewed its distaste for the lackluster attack with a blink of its eyes. More of the tame streaks of light came, vanishing on the Gudis's hide. As the gambit had been released between the two, the Gudis meandered to demonstrate to Mecha King Ghidorah its own force.
The swarming bare of dawning sunlight came against the Gudis's face; its crimson, liquid eyes glistered with shallow intents. Unaware of the gambling city that laid in front of it, as it came alive with panicked sirens of coming danger, flooding the city with noise and activity as the two fought providing an audience for them. With the song of alarm and horror spraying within the sun soaked air, the indicator for a gruesome fight to come.
A twist of the Gudis's face curled into a timeless grimace, its mandibles snapping shut as it parted the ground underneath its tail as it propelled its way towards Mecha King Ghidorah.
"Fujio, you have new orders. Don't allow the Gudis to enter Shibuya. Don't use the gravity bolts for fear of hitting any evacuating civilians." The nimble, female voice came over the intercom, speaking with calm and hast in a time were panic was taken over emotion; a time of not recognizing what may come or happen.
Fujio gripped the controls with edgy pressure; his hands were pulsed with animated and uneasy blood. His eyes became blurred and salty, the more and more as he focused upon the Gudis's charging form, the more they grow to be itchy and irritated. A tear dropped, rolling graceful down his cheek and riding alongside his nose, before dropping off his face. With the subtle movement, Fujio, for a second watched the tear drop with no content for what was happening around it, before it was smashed and absorbed by gravity into the pant clothe of his grayish green jumpsuit.
Before another tear could fall away from his cheek, the cockpit tumbled over with energetic and vigorous force, Fujio's shoulders wedged and carved around the gray matted harness, the thin puff of padding doing nothing against the force of the impact and pressure. In the topple of the cockpit, Fujio allowed his mind to free, coming into what his father called the fighter's mind, happening within the transition from the calm of the battle to the turbulence of a fight. The tear was his self-shedding away his stress, his tenseness, giving away his emotions and fear to fight to his fullest.
Quick shifts of the control, with precise accuracy and aim; Mecha King Ghidorah elevated with straining weight back to its feet. From a mysterious and unknown system, Fujio acted upon the anti-gravity system to leave the ground, letting the wind do its justice. Mecha King Ghidorah's horizontal form flew towards the city, gracing the frighten civilians with a look of their phoenix to ensue that no matter what that it would be successful in its order. Dashing velocity of refined movements banked with the cyborg as it circled high beyond the city's streets paraded with jamming cars and buses, aligning itself with the dawning demon that unknowingly watched and waited for the cyborg as it derived its plan. Clouds began to bellow and titter against the two remaining heads of Mecha King Ghidorah. The half machine reached destined heights, even with its battered operating and on-broad equipment. Eased tilts of the control, started the rapid decent, building firm amount of pressure and force around the dropping machine as it directed itself towards the spiting monster. Fujio's plan went into effect; it was his last effort to please his father, facing down death with little hope of surviving.
Kyoto Kitayama forest hovered with an awe of unsettling quietness, the morning dew still gathering on vast amounts of foliage. A clearing of condensed grass surrounded by the shadowing forest was accompanied by a cluster of three-piece suits and expensive sunglasses. Shades that had never graced the likes of the green and brown forest came together as a collection, standing amidst deep in the forest. An awe of elegance and intimidation coiled from their smoking lips as they pulled their cigarettes from their mouths with jagged smiles.
A thriving shine thinned out the watery smoke as it rose up, the sun's own rays being magnified by artificial diamond plating as the rotating gleaming ball of light descended. Through the screening brightness, a figure of smooth curves and resemblance of totally fear, but its image was nothing that anyone should be afraid of. It was something that was a hero against the wrongs of nature. And in front of the huddle of purple and black suits, MechaGodzilla arrived to greet them.
The forest rustled with eyes, eye of judgment and intelligence. Even with its massive body, the forest concealed its hunching back, and dangling white fur. The giant Albino-Yeti peered on, watching over his territory as the silver dragon came to acknowledge the foreign men that laid about the forest. He had no strength to intervene.
"Something isn't right here. Let's head back." Female whispers of softly layered words came from the young woman that stood beside the giant Yeti, her white lab coat cleverly blending into its white mangy fur. Her appearance demanded class, her hair styled above her shoulders, a pressed navy business suit laid underneath the white lab coat, her looked cried of an high intellect and fashion sense.
As she turned into the forest's darkening passageways, the Yeti followed.
Tokyo Tower positioned its structure with grace and charm even within the hours of the defeat of its treasured city. The green haze of the flooding, artificial sky, caused by the infection of the Gudis cells, glimmered with a new genesis for the earth on the polished windows of Tokyo Tower's diner lounge. Through edging eyes, Gai fleeted a look at the inert and bloody form of undaunted shock of what comes of technology and evolution when it is taken into the hands of murders, amid his depression his eyes befall against the lost of control and command that he once held, it staked into the ground as a failure.
Gai positioned his hand against his forehead and tilted his head into the shade that his hand had formed, a shield against what laid outside. "I have a feeling that this is man's last fight. You already see the effects from it all, Tokyo burns and nothing is even done about it. Society has already crumbled in one night with everyone too afraid to fight. But this is just the beginning of what is..."
"Shut up," Meru interrupted Gai's rumblings, her feelings get the best of her in this ill time, "Humanity maybe failing right now, but its not the first time. You talk about how everything around us is dying right now, but why don't you focus on us for right now. Miki is hurt, but how are you supposed to transport her, since we have the same fear as everyone else. We too are hiding from it, even though it's not in sight. It may just be us that are hiding, everyone else is fighting and we are just too blind to see it. I know Miki's still fighting.'
A calming hush lolled the room into an unemotional silence. Meru's tendered gently to the unconscious Miki that was laid out over one of the posh, round tables, her hand laying upon the moist clothe that had placed there to chill the burning fever that boiled from her forehead. "Damn it, Miki. Why did you have go off and do a foolish thing like that? Miki-san, you knew that attacking with your mind was going to hurt you, so why did you do it? Please tell me why? You may never wake up again." Meru hurtled her body over Miki's own, her tears soaking into Miki's white shirt and tan vest. As she cried, with the reflection of the dripping salty water, a glint of gold sparkled
"Don't cry young one. Live strong. Fight to save others." Blinking with dissolving points of golden light, the voice of Cosmos came into the form of two doll-sized twins, clad in pinkish red dresses that could never be designed by the eyes of a human. "Miki will awaken soon. Don't be sad. Though she has been infected by the Gudis."
"The Gudis? You mean she's been infected by that damn monster?" Meru's tears vanished and were shattered by her resentment of what may have happened to her friend.
"Yes, the Gudis, an evil that seeks to assimilate all life in the universe. It has already wiped out the smaller species that populate space, but now it has come to earth, not only to transform everything to its evil, but also to gain perfect evolution."
"So, you're saying that monster has come here to absorb the human race." Meru's question hung in the air before hitting the ears of a familiar intellect.
"To put it simply, it could be described as an virus of mammoth proportion. A virus of the stars." Kenichi Yamane's youthful and frail form came from the deepening gloom of the restaurant's smoking lounge.
"Kenich, you're alive. But I thought that everyone in Tokyo was either dead or evacuated." Meru's face steamed with a venting smile, knowing that someone else she knows survived the horrible night.
"My college was evacuated to a shelter, but I was naïve enough to try and get some pictures of the new monster and Godzilla's corpse. Though, after the JSDF came in, I tried to found the best place for hiding, Tokyo Tower was the only thing I could see in front of me, so I went there."
"Ok, we need to think of something. We have to do something about the crisis we are in. This thing has already beaten the Super-X 3 and killed Godzilla that was all that Japan had to fight with. This monster is free to do what it wants now. "Gai stance remained unchanged, his head still hung low.
"Well, I know there was a lot of activity going on at U.N.G.C.C, something big was happening. I am not really sure, but I think there was some type of special weapons being delivered to the American U.N.G.C.C. A huge operation was underway when I left, not only with what was being delivered, but there was some other operations going on. All I remember was whatever was being built it was suppose to be part of a series." Kenich's words made the room grow with thoughts, feelings of wanting to fight against what had done this to them.
"Idiot, how do you suppose we get to either place? On foot? The Super-X has lost all engine capabilities it's useless. And we can't just walk right into U.N.G.C.C and demand them to use their weapons." Gai's sharp and harsh words sprawled some of the rising thoughts that hung around.
"No, we can't just walk in and use U.N.G.C.C's weapons, but we can get in contact with them somehow. Anyways, no matter where we go, Miki still needs our help." Meru again repositioned the wet towel that was spread over Miki's forehead, noticing the pale greenish tint of her skin.
"I say we go to the American U.N.G.C.C. Maybe they have something that can assist whatever U.N.G.C.C has. That way we can be sure that we eliminate the Gudis. But again we have no way to leave this damn tower." Venting his disappointment again, Gai turned towards the comatose Miki, feeling strongly that they have to stop this from happening to everyone.
"Mothra will carry you." The mirror image pacified voices of the Cosmos intermittent into the profound discussion.
"Mothra will carry us? But I thought Mothra was still in space." Kenich bent down in front of the tiny girls, his face puzzled from his question, but theirs swarmed with cheerful smiles.
'"She's heading back to finally stop the Gudis."
The murky black, negated bareness of space fluttered with the jingle of charming triplet colors of Mothra's wings as she let space bear her weight as she was guided towards the Earth. Her blistering eyes peered at the currently infected earth. The clouds gleamed expressively with bulbs of scattered, heated emerald green, the traditional sign of infection by the Gudis. Mothra blamed herself for allowing the Gudis to break past her. She could have stopped it, even if she had to sacrifice her life. Now, the earth was at the direct of the Gudis's power. Now, she had returned to again use her given powers against the nemesis.
Earth's gravity grasped the fabric like edges of Mothra's wings, dragging with smooth poise, closing to Earth's atmosphere. A luminous golden screen came over Mothra's mass, letting her slip through reentry of the Earth's atmosphere effortlessness. As Mothra vaulted near the Earth's atmosphere, a flock of huddling cells came to instruct a barricade against Mothra. With the coagulating, descending force that propelled Mothra into the barrier of concentrating Gudis cells. Discharging affects casted Mothra away, flopping within space. The same force that brought her there, released her, giving away to the impact, and fading into absentness.
The swaying control that disowned Mothra's body, took her away from the pungent enclosure that had been fenced around the Earth that she had favored to protect. As the enduring cascading storming waves of disrupted force, Mothra fluttered away from the Earth further. Her body laying a skewed bathed in the light of the moon and the sapphire glow of the earth, her body too frail to permit passage though the Gudis's toll.
In the hush of the expanding vacant space, an echoing, gruffly wail blinked against the tranquility. With a rush of igniting, a twist of knotting golden speckles battered against the blockade of Gudis cells. The golden shower imposed into an image of clusters of meandering vines, headed with bulbs of acute teeth. Aisles of unsound, tattered spines of hulking flesh decorated the back, as an extended maw of gleaming teeth led the way. Biollante had returned to earth.
It hovered with a center of elegance, the sun still roasting against its back, satisfying the solar cells on its wings with energy. The dragon like heads of the machine, their scales gleamed and where touched by the color of the sun. Light fled through the gap between the two heads, where the robotic head of Mecha King Ghidorah would be. It had been removed completely, so that a full exanimation of the technology could be done properly. The burley, oval chest still glittered with a clean shine like it was new, yet some areas held on to the burns endured during its battle with Godzilla. Golden skin rolled out from underneath the chest of armor, until it was met by two anklets of protective covering that acted as Mecha King Ghidorah's kneecaps and ankle.
Mecha King Ghidorah molded to the ground as it was brought down from the sky. Its wings still swelled out against the city, forming a barrier prevent the Gudis from entering the city. It wasn't any type of defense, but a heavily infused message for the Gudis, letting it know that it has to get past Mecha King Ghidorah to enter.
The Gudis's greased crimson eyes bared passed the two biologic heads and submerged onto the small white dome that laid at the base of the empty space in-between the two living heads, where the real intelligence of the beast laid, it was the weak point of this hybrid creature. This vice was only a puppet for a human to toy with. The human's mind was the cyborg's mind; a pathetic, complex assortment of jumbled thoughts and emotions, the cyborg was no more than an armor suit for the human's psychological digression that they were insignificant in the province of strength.
Fujio Aso, Commander Aso's only son, look intently at the fatty monster that smoldered with an awe of power and malevolence on the monitor. He's father told him all about how the Gudis had cheated him out of his recent dream and that, he was the only one that could kill it now, that his reign of command was over, he had failed on every aspect of his mission. His father had given him a hard burden to carry, his father's legacy. Fujio knew something was up, once he got enrolled into G-Force when he was eighteen, his father had made him train as much as he could at robotics piloting, getting Fujio ready for something. That was only three years ago, and know his father's goal was to face off against something he was too afraid to himself. Though, Fujio wanted to this for his dad, it would bring him pride to know that his son is able to fill his shoes, but he only wanted to do it, to see if he could lift his father's ailing spirits. If Fujio fails, his father and Japan fail as well.
Pending mouths opened for the mood of battle, letting out compressed anger in a steam of loud air. The shriek of command that went missing from Ghidorah's jaws, warped around the Gudis before it was overtaken by the Gudis's wiry growl of temptation, almost if the Gudis was reaching for the power within Mecha-King Ghidorah.
The hampered and sluggish air of the compartment bloated and engorged in the mist of musty panic and fear, fraying in the eyes of Fujio as he devotedly troubled them to stare at the mound of unimaginable nightmarish fright. The slink of the monitor glimmered with the mirror image of the Gudis, in a dreary, faded reflection; Fujio's appearance over imposed the Gudis's, a haunting omen of an allusion. Sly droplets of streamed fear congealed around Fujio's brow as his fingers braced the slender knob like controller.
The dominance of the Gudis's presence thrived against Mecha King Ghidorah's battered and bruised form, even without its array of weapons, the cyborg's power was implausible, something that the Gudis would enjoy to share alongside its own power.
Fujio's eyes touched the sensory target triggers that scrolled across the scene, the two biological heads, bestowed their own natural thoughts of attack to the screen, as their aim rolled over the Gudis's face several times. This battle would be determined by their power and his wits, even with a handicap as long as Fujio outsmarted the monster, he could very well be able to stop it and win the grace of his father. His father, the only thing that made him seek this encounter. His father had placed him in a special program the second that he got into the service. It was the only way for him to redeem himself, after he wasn't accepted into the college that he had worked so long to get into, his father only gave him one option, to join with him and U.N.G.C.C and do his service at defending Japan. If he failed in the service, his father wouldn't be apart of his life anymore, financially or as a role model, he said that it was his responsible as his child to make him proud. And for some reason, this felt to Fujio to be the last chance that he would have to make his father satisfied.
A fickle plan of attack submerged and bobbed in Fujio's head, it would be a valiant effort to stopping the Guids's destructive course. As long as he even had partial cooperation from the two biological heads, his plan wouldn't fail.
Teeming bands of crumbled, golden energy spiked from the two nomadic mouths of Mecha King Ghidorah, intertwining with the air as they breed salivating heat; the twin beam crossed the Gudis on the cheek with a disperse of scattering particles venting their power against the Gudis's coarse skin. The Gudis viewed its distaste for the lackluster attack with a blink of its eyes. More of the tame streaks of light came, vanishing on the Gudis's hide. As the gambit had been released between the two, the Gudis meandered to demonstrate to Mecha King Ghidorah its own force.
The swarming bare of dawning sunlight came against the Gudis's face; its crimson, liquid eyes glistered with shallow intents. Unaware of the gambling city that laid in front of it, as it came alive with panicked sirens of coming danger, flooding the city with noise and activity as the two fought providing an audience for them. With the song of alarm and horror spraying within the sun soaked air, the indicator for a gruesome fight to come.
A twist of the Gudis's face curled into a timeless grimace, its mandibles snapping shut as it parted the ground underneath its tail as it propelled its way towards Mecha King Ghidorah.
"Fujio, you have new orders. Don't allow the Gudis to enter Shibuya. Don't use the gravity bolts for fear of hitting any evacuating civilians." The nimble, female voice came over the intercom, speaking with calm and hast in a time were panic was taken over emotion; a time of not recognizing what may come or happen.
Fujio gripped the controls with edgy pressure; his hands were pulsed with animated and uneasy blood. His eyes became blurred and salty, the more and more as he focused upon the Gudis's charging form, the more they grow to be itchy and irritated. A tear dropped, rolling graceful down his cheek and riding alongside his nose, before dropping off his face. With the subtle movement, Fujio, for a second watched the tear drop with no content for what was happening around it, before it was smashed and absorbed by gravity into the pant clothe of his grayish green jumpsuit.
Before another tear could fall away from his cheek, the cockpit tumbled over with energetic and vigorous force, Fujio's shoulders wedged and carved around the gray matted harness, the thin puff of padding doing nothing against the force of the impact and pressure. In the topple of the cockpit, Fujio allowed his mind to free, coming into what his father called the fighter's mind, happening within the transition from the calm of the battle to the turbulence of a fight. The tear was his self-shedding away his stress, his tenseness, giving away his emotions and fear to fight to his fullest.
Quick shifts of the control, with precise accuracy and aim; Mecha King Ghidorah elevated with straining weight back to its feet. From a mysterious and unknown system, Fujio acted upon the anti-gravity system to leave the ground, letting the wind do its justice. Mecha King Ghidorah's horizontal form flew towards the city, gracing the frighten civilians with a look of their phoenix to ensue that no matter what that it would be successful in its order. Dashing velocity of refined movements banked with the cyborg as it circled high beyond the city's streets paraded with jamming cars and buses, aligning itself with the dawning demon that unknowingly watched and waited for the cyborg as it derived its plan. Clouds began to bellow and titter against the two remaining heads of Mecha King Ghidorah. The half machine reached destined heights, even with its battered operating and on-broad equipment. Eased tilts of the control, started the rapid decent, building firm amount of pressure and force around the dropping machine as it directed itself towards the spiting monster. Fujio's plan went into effect; it was his last effort to please his father, facing down death with little hope of surviving.
Kyoto Kitayama forest hovered with an awe of unsettling quietness, the morning dew still gathering on vast amounts of foliage. A clearing of condensed grass surrounded by the shadowing forest was accompanied by a cluster of three-piece suits and expensive sunglasses. Shades that had never graced the likes of the green and brown forest came together as a collection, standing amidst deep in the forest. An awe of elegance and intimidation coiled from their smoking lips as they pulled their cigarettes from their mouths with jagged smiles.
A thriving shine thinned out the watery smoke as it rose up, the sun's own rays being magnified by artificial diamond plating as the rotating gleaming ball of light descended. Through the screening brightness, a figure of smooth curves and resemblance of totally fear, but its image was nothing that anyone should be afraid of. It was something that was a hero against the wrongs of nature. And in front of the huddle of purple and black suits, MechaGodzilla arrived to greet them.
The forest rustled with eyes, eye of judgment and intelligence. Even with its massive body, the forest concealed its hunching back, and dangling white fur. The giant Albino-Yeti peered on, watching over his territory as the silver dragon came to acknowledge the foreign men that laid about the forest. He had no strength to intervene.
"Something isn't right here. Let's head back." Female whispers of softly layered words came from the young woman that stood beside the giant Yeti, her white lab coat cleverly blending into its white mangy fur. Her appearance demanded class, her hair styled above her shoulders, a pressed navy business suit laid underneath the white lab coat, her looked cried of an high intellect and fashion sense.
As she turned into the forest's darkening passageways, the Yeti followed.
Tokyo Tower positioned its structure with grace and charm even within the hours of the defeat of its treasured city. The green haze of the flooding, artificial sky, caused by the infection of the Gudis cells, glimmered with a new genesis for the earth on the polished windows of Tokyo Tower's diner lounge. Through edging eyes, Gai fleeted a look at the inert and bloody form of undaunted shock of what comes of technology and evolution when it is taken into the hands of murders, amid his depression his eyes befall against the lost of control and command that he once held, it staked into the ground as a failure.
Gai positioned his hand against his forehead and tilted his head into the shade that his hand had formed, a shield against what laid outside. "I have a feeling that this is man's last fight. You already see the effects from it all, Tokyo burns and nothing is even done about it. Society has already crumbled in one night with everyone too afraid to fight. But this is just the beginning of what is..."
"Shut up," Meru interrupted Gai's rumblings, her feelings get the best of her in this ill time, "Humanity maybe failing right now, but its not the first time. You talk about how everything around us is dying right now, but why don't you focus on us for right now. Miki is hurt, but how are you supposed to transport her, since we have the same fear as everyone else. We too are hiding from it, even though it's not in sight. It may just be us that are hiding, everyone else is fighting and we are just too blind to see it. I know Miki's still fighting.'
A calming hush lolled the room into an unemotional silence. Meru's tendered gently to the unconscious Miki that was laid out over one of the posh, round tables, her hand laying upon the moist clothe that had placed there to chill the burning fever that boiled from her forehead. "Damn it, Miki. Why did you have go off and do a foolish thing like that? Miki-san, you knew that attacking with your mind was going to hurt you, so why did you do it? Please tell me why? You may never wake up again." Meru hurtled her body over Miki's own, her tears soaking into Miki's white shirt and tan vest. As she cried, with the reflection of the dripping salty water, a glint of gold sparkled
"Don't cry young one. Live strong. Fight to save others." Blinking with dissolving points of golden light, the voice of Cosmos came into the form of two doll-sized twins, clad in pinkish red dresses that could never be designed by the eyes of a human. "Miki will awaken soon. Don't be sad. Though she has been infected by the Gudis."
"The Gudis? You mean she's been infected by that damn monster?" Meru's tears vanished and were shattered by her resentment of what may have happened to her friend.
"Yes, the Gudis, an evil that seeks to assimilate all life in the universe. It has already wiped out the smaller species that populate space, but now it has come to earth, not only to transform everything to its evil, but also to gain perfect evolution."
"So, you're saying that monster has come here to absorb the human race." Meru's question hung in the air before hitting the ears of a familiar intellect.
"To put it simply, it could be described as an virus of mammoth proportion. A virus of the stars." Kenichi Yamane's youthful and frail form came from the deepening gloom of the restaurant's smoking lounge.
"Kenich, you're alive. But I thought that everyone in Tokyo was either dead or evacuated." Meru's face steamed with a venting smile, knowing that someone else she knows survived the horrible night.
"My college was evacuated to a shelter, but I was naïve enough to try and get some pictures of the new monster and Godzilla's corpse. Though, after the JSDF came in, I tried to found the best place for hiding, Tokyo Tower was the only thing I could see in front of me, so I went there."
"Ok, we need to think of something. We have to do something about the crisis we are in. This thing has already beaten the Super-X 3 and killed Godzilla that was all that Japan had to fight with. This monster is free to do what it wants now. "Gai stance remained unchanged, his head still hung low.
"Well, I know there was a lot of activity going on at U.N.G.C.C, something big was happening. I am not really sure, but I think there was some type of special weapons being delivered to the American U.N.G.C.C. A huge operation was underway when I left, not only with what was being delivered, but there was some other operations going on. All I remember was whatever was being built it was suppose to be part of a series." Kenich's words made the room grow with thoughts, feelings of wanting to fight against what had done this to them.
"Idiot, how do you suppose we get to either place? On foot? The Super-X has lost all engine capabilities it's useless. And we can't just walk right into U.N.G.C.C and demand them to use their weapons." Gai's sharp and harsh words sprawled some of the rising thoughts that hung around.
"No, we can't just walk in and use U.N.G.C.C's weapons, but we can get in contact with them somehow. Anyways, no matter where we go, Miki still needs our help." Meru again repositioned the wet towel that was spread over Miki's forehead, noticing the pale greenish tint of her skin.
"I say we go to the American U.N.G.C.C. Maybe they have something that can assist whatever U.N.G.C.C has. That way we can be sure that we eliminate the Gudis. But again we have no way to leave this damn tower." Venting his disappointment again, Gai turned towards the comatose Miki, feeling strongly that they have to stop this from happening to everyone.
"Mothra will carry you." The mirror image pacified voices of the Cosmos intermittent into the profound discussion.
"Mothra will carry us? But I thought Mothra was still in space." Kenich bent down in front of the tiny girls, his face puzzled from his question, but theirs swarmed with cheerful smiles.
'"She's heading back to finally stop the Gudis."
The murky black, negated bareness of space fluttered with the jingle of charming triplet colors of Mothra's wings as she let space bear her weight as she was guided towards the Earth. Her blistering eyes peered at the currently infected earth. The clouds gleamed expressively with bulbs of scattered, heated emerald green, the traditional sign of infection by the Gudis. Mothra blamed herself for allowing the Gudis to break past her. She could have stopped it, even if she had to sacrifice her life. Now, the earth was at the direct of the Gudis's power. Now, she had returned to again use her given powers against the nemesis.
Earth's gravity grasped the fabric like edges of Mothra's wings, dragging with smooth poise, closing to Earth's atmosphere. A luminous golden screen came over Mothra's mass, letting her slip through reentry of the Earth's atmosphere effortlessness. As Mothra vaulted near the Earth's atmosphere, a flock of huddling cells came to instruct a barricade against Mothra. With the coagulating, descending force that propelled Mothra into the barrier of concentrating Gudis cells. Discharging affects casted Mothra away, flopping within space. The same force that brought her there, released her, giving away to the impact, and fading into absentness.
The swaying control that disowned Mothra's body, took her away from the pungent enclosure that had been fenced around the Earth that she had favored to protect. As the enduring cascading storming waves of disrupted force, Mothra fluttered away from the Earth further. Her body laying a skewed bathed in the light of the moon and the sapphire glow of the earth, her body too frail to permit passage though the Gudis's toll.
In the hush of the expanding vacant space, an echoing, gruffly wail blinked against the tranquility. With a rush of igniting, a twist of knotting golden speckles battered against the blockade of Gudis cells. The golden shower imposed into an image of clusters of meandering vines, headed with bulbs of acute teeth. Aisles of unsound, tattered spines of hulking flesh decorated the back, as an extended maw of gleaming teeth led the way. Biollante had returned to earth.