Chapter 2: Situation: Critical
Midnight, A.G.A.V. headquarters, Chicago, U.S.A.
Sept. 26, 2025
"We've got five radar anomalies heading straight for the middle of the city!" a soldier manning the radar exclaimed. "Shouldn't we get the A.G.A.V.'s into position?" "We don't even know if they're monsters or a misguided air squadron." The commanding officer said with a curious tone. "We will wait until any form of hostility is shown!" Right as he finished that sentence, a bombardment of lasers and what looked like missiles began to rain down on random buildings all over the city.
"I take back what I said cadet….." the officer said embarrassed and a little nervous. "Tell the pilots to launch the A.G.A.V.s now!" 12:15 am, A.G.A.V. hanger, just south of Chicago A very loud and booming alarm awoke the about 1,000 pilots from their sleep. Most were on duty 24/7 in case a situation like this were to happen, so good night's sleep was not a common thing at the hanger, but most were used to it and had little trouble getting into their A.G.A.V.s.
An A.G.A.V. was an assault mech about 45 meters in height, and possessing a wide variety of weapons from machine guns, to missiles, to laser weapons. The word A.G.A.V. stood for "Anti-Gigan Assault Vehicle".
This was given to them during the Gigan invasions of 1980 and 1995. With good pilots, each needed about five; they could be a match for almost any Gigan. At least, any Gigan these pilots had encountered.
"This is Sigma leader!" the head officer exclaimed from inside his A.G.A.V. "I want all of Sigma lance to form up on my lead, until we get to the business district. Then, we split up into smaller groups, so we can flank and bring down these sons of bitches! Does everyone copy that?" "Sir! Yes sir!" hundreds of soldiers yelled in response to his briefing.
With that all 45 A.G.A.V.s left the docking bay, never knowing what horrors awaited them in the heart of Chicago.
12:30 am, Business District
Guillotine was finding this mission thus far very boring. Being the close combat expert of the Gigan Elite, he wanted a tougher opponent to sink duel-vibration plasma blades into. The helicopters and jets the humans were sending so far were mere child's play. Xenocide and Ignus were behind him taking out any defenses that he couldn't reach.
Ignus was a very interesting Gigan in all respects. He was long range combat expert, but could move into close range if needed, thanks to the countless bio-blaster cannons hidden all over his body. These could alternate between a large, concussive blast, and small blasts very similar to a machine gun.
Xenocide was probably the most versatile of the Gigan Elite. He had dischargers inside his mouth and wrists, which sprayed an acid-like substance that could burn through anything. His shoulders contained two gigantic liquid chambers that could produce multiple bio-missiles, which Xenocide could give nearly any property he wanted. For example, he could decide if he wanted a missile to explode in a napalm fashion, or he could make one freeze on contact, pinning his opponent down.
Finally, the A.G.A.V.s began to arrive into the flaming heart of Chicago. They scattered as they saw their cyborg opponents, and tried to attempt a flanking maneuver.
"About time." Guillotine muttered to himself. "I thought I'd never find a worthy opponent here." Guillotine let out a rasping cry as he charged towards an A.G.A.V., attempting to slice it in half, but it was ripped apart before he even reached it.
The culprit, of course, was Praxis, the special combat expert of the Gigan Elite. Praxis was the most intelligent of the elite and had telepathic and telekinetic abilities. She also had the ability to make force fields out of dark energy. Behind her was Omega, the leader of the elite. He was made for close combat, having only one laser cannon on his forehead, but was built like a juggernaut. He was very defensive and had super-enhanced muscle. He also sported four Irys-like tentacles protruding from his back, which greatly extended his reach.
The A.G.A.V.s were no match for Gigan with such powerful abilities and soon began to drop like flies against bug spray. They were easy prey, being immobilized by such powerful weaponry. They didn't stand a chance.
Apartment Complex, Tokyo
A phone ringing jostled a woman, in about her mid-forties, from a pleasant afternoon nap. Still a little groggy, she picked up the phone anyway.
"Hello?' she said in a tired voice.
"Sorry for waking you, but can we speak to Ms. Miki Saegusa? This is G-Force." a man on the other end said with rather urgency.
"This is she….." she replied, and also noticing the urgency in his voice, also replied. "Is there something wrong?" "Chicago is under attack by unknown creatures, and the A.G.A.V.s over there are unable to stop them." The man stated. "We need you to pilot Kiryu over to Chicago to assist them." "Just me! By myself!" Miki said back, a little concerned.
"Of course not!" the man said sternly, but reassuringly. "Our other two mechs MOGUERA and Jet Jaguar will be with you on this mission." "Ok….." she finally said, a little nervous.
"Thank you Ms. Saegusa, report to G-force headquarters in one hour." The man said before he hung up. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to beat them with mechs." Miki thought to herself. "I may need Godzilla's help."
