It was like the calm of a lake, the stillness that recessed in its place. Before they realized what they had just done. They were just a teardrop lost in the sea now.
"Shit, do you know what this means? We just stole a multi-million dollar piece of machinery, as well as a dinosaur monster's corpse that is highly radioactive. Tell you something we're screwed. Commander Aso is not going to let us just take this with ease." Sato's breath punched from his lips, paced with his pounding fist that packed against the wide counsel.
"Just calm down. If Miki is right, we could be saving millions. I believe in what she is saying; Godzilla is something that is needed in the world. There is a reason as to why he is always returning to us and to why he has saved us every time that we were unable to do it ourselves. Even if it means death for the three of us." Shinjo's voice sank like a floating log.
"I still don't know about risking everything for some dead dinosaur. I don't even see how this is going to be possible. The dead returning to life would be the end of the world as we know it and the fact us trying to return Godzilla back to life is even worse. We were trained to kill Godzilla, Shinjo." Sato's lingering conscious crept through the tired cockpit. Even though his voice sounds like he didn't want to be on this mission, he was one to never be left out of the excitement. " Where are we heading anyways?"
"Okinawa. Miki says that there is some sort of deity that can bring the dead back to life. Which I'm not sure if we are going to make it or not. There are plenty of people and things that wouldn't mind having Godzilla's corpse right now." Shinjo's eyes conveyed with grimness, the grimness that was soon to take place.
It was like a dragging wind that was being scraped against the walls of a bellowing cave. A shiver of hatred rumbled through its ticking body as its eyes lumbered over the four monsters that mourned the lost of their world. It was something deep in its programming, something that was being feed to the focusing AI that had been installed in this new line of G-type weaponry, the first of its kind. Without the risk of human life or even the slow paced decision making of the limited mind of a human pilot, it was able to be open to its full capabilities. The devil behind its AI had pushed it for the simple reasoning that the human mind has sympathy, which could play into a fight or that it could be changed by an outside interference. This time any kaiju that it came across was going to feel its brutality, its emotionless slaughter.
There was a trail of loneness and bitterness as their prince was dragged away. Again their world was disrupted by the works of the smaller beings. They weren't even allowed to finish their mourning before the metal monster took him away. Now another one had come, one that stole image of their dead king and disgraced it by being made with the intentions of death. It was a mock of pride and loathing, to fall against something that was fashioned to look the same as itself. They wouldn't allow it to kill them or to take away the body of their prince.
It was like a hungry vulture as its thrusters chilled and its massive feet roosting on the bobbing shell of Anguris. A basis of compacting steel squeezed Anguris's backing muscles as the massive machine resting on top of it. Mechagodzilla's bright yellow eyes glared in the midnight air, before its mouth snapped with a systematic roar. The machine's hefty Plasma Cannons shifted their views to the startling Sanda, rounding pumps of plasma energy surged through the four barrels. Each needle of thrusting azure energy slivered into the budding skin of Sanda; cropping a field of smoking holes, flesh being dripped away by the lighting embers stuffed in its body. Fingers snapped like breaking stocks against the fleet of whirling bolts of plasma, only leaving smoldering stubs. Like a teardrop hitting the ground, Sanda's jaw lumped out a sorrowful last grunt before its body belted to the earth, most of its flesh still on fire.
Walking eyes stood still in shock as they saw their friend laid in a heap of messy flesh and flames. Ribbons of golden mystical energy twirled from Mothra's standing antenna. Like a defending gladiator, Mechagodzilla raised its massive arm, rendering the face of the shield against the coming beams. The swinging shield came above Mothra's head, before it crashed down bluntly to the back of the giant moth's skull. A spiral of force and mass rode Mothra's body to the ground, clouding dust spraying from underneath its wings. Its bountiful gem like eyes gleaming helplessly at the small, dotted eyes of its brood, their faces nearly touching. It was a voiceless emotion that came between; they knew what each other was thinking. Nothing could come between their bond at that moment.
A seizing metal anchor that came down as Mechagodzilla's foot severed their view from each other, as the armored heel of the machine peeled into the top of Mothra's head. A steamy hiss peered from Mechagodzilla's jarring mouth, even though it came from a robot, its still held some emotion to it. The four-slender barrels of the plasma cannons tickled against the tiny furs that lined Mothra's back. Needling pieces of plasma energy punctured through the hairy flesh, spouting pumping greenish yellow fluid through the dying tissue. Sweaty pulps of gathered blood spouted against Mechagodzilla's diamond coated armor chest. It was like fresh meat to a burning grill.
Grief and anguish was anchored in the air as a mother's lost was felt. The young Mothra crept with haggard movements as its hard mandibles string out a sweep of sorrow, it was the last one that its mother would hear. Denting metal sunk into fur and bone in an assault of green and yellow liquid as Mechagodzilla's heel finally depressed through Mothra's head. Mothra's daughter nuzzled against the remaining mouth of its mother, the top of its head now just a mush of flatten greenish material.
A skirt of air bounded from Anguris's feet as it leaped from the safety of the ground and let the shoulder of its canopy drag gutters across Mechagodzilla's massive shoulder. Even though it had seen Mechagodzilla kill its friends so easily and with no remorse, Anguris had to fight. A roar that ate away the calmness of the searing landscape belted from Anguris's lapping jaws. Anguris galloped with dashing feet; there was a need to fulfill the primitive anger that festered within Anguris now. Another brush of air came under Anguris as it boosted itself through the air. Like a swinging club, Anguris's spiked covered form was meet by the blocking shield like arms of Mechagodzilla as they closed together to guard itself from the attack. Anguris folded hard against the ground, its bone bruised as they were crushed with solid impact against the heavy metal. A skirting arrow skimmed from Mechagodzilla's leg, the diamond lined cable twirling around Anguris's unprotected neck.
The production of life was stopped from Anguris's lungs, stuck in the twist of its throat. Its muscles struggled to stay afloat as the darkness filled its head. Drifts of thickening foam gurgled along Anguris's curling lips. The tapering tangle of the steel cable slipped into the thicket of flesh that ringed Anguris's throat, the crimson blood that surfaced made it easier for the wire to slide in easier. Anguris's paw raised and flexed with a skulking movement as it reached for Mechagodzilla, in an attempt to stop its brutally during a sadden time like this, for the disgrace of their friend. A churn of blood seeped from its nostrils, before its sagging chin wrinkled against the ground.
The wire retracted from its nested place around Anguris's neck. The once peaceful funnel had become a massacre. Flames and blood were soon becoming one with the hazing black smoke that floated away like releasing balloons. Many more had joined their friend in his death. Belting, boiling vapors melted away from the weathered boosters that adorned Mechagodzilla's ankles and back as the massive machine left the ground behind. The air became like a whirlwind, pools of blood and bits of flesh bellowed off the ground, like a pair of blowing dresses. The scuttle of rushing winds swelled under the Mothra larva's form, bending its shape into a upside down U as it was hurtled away from its dead mother. The sun beginning its rise as the tear started to come down.
"Reports are coming in now that the grouping of monsters have been eliminated and Mechagodzilla-IInd is now on its extra objective." The voice was read off a clipboard.
"I want both Mogera 2 and Godzilla's body to be returned in good condition. It's a shame that we have to pit both our own weapons against each other, but this situation is of high priority. Even, if we lose Mechagodzilla and Mogera, it would be a devastating blow to lose something we have worked so hard to obtain. With Godzilla's body, we can unlock secrets. We can learn the reasons why it has beaten everything that has ever been designed to kill it and how the species has managed to reemerge after one is killed. With its corpse in my grasp, I can regain my pride, knowing the fact that it is finally dead." The words came like a breath of freezing vapor that streamed from behind Commander Aso's teeth.
"With Godzilla out of the way, Japan can finally return to a more normal way of life. We will be able to handle any of the other monsters that may appear. I am just thinking that Godzilla may never leave us, that he is in fact the curse of Japan. He will haunt us for millenniums until humanity can learn that some things are not suppose to stick our noses into like some loathsome dog digging through the trash. As Japanese we can finally get some respect." The words were spoken from a more bitter form of Professor Fukazawa.
The drought of fight in Aso was lifted; it was finally beginning to rain. "I have lived through three different Godzillas. Each one has caused me the same kind of trouble, first taking away by parents' home and money, forcing us to survive on the street like a pack of dirty dogs, the second has belittled my reputation as a commander, killing my men and destroying my best weapons, becoming my greatest enemy that was able to undone all of my finest strategies, it once he was dead another took his place and passed on without any warning. I will make sure that not another Godzilla is born."
A serrated ribbon of tortured and riveting fire smoldered in the dawning sky. The darkening clouds that swirled with puffing darkness were set aflame by the sparkling flames that flew through the air by their own grace. It was like an engaging ball of living fire, it could only compared to the flames of the sun. It had been reborn only by the blaze of a dying king. The creature's skin was rocky and clumpy, blacken like tar, a sight like it had been charred by severe fire. It had become stronger; it had to if it was going to found its little brother.
The heavy dirt begun to lift and float in the massing pools of blood that came from the litter of dead bodies that had mounded in the valley of Mt. Gongen. The pump of blood was still flowing, like a broken pipe, fur and flesh had become sticky and messy with babble of blood. Like a riding glider, the burning tissue of flesh swooped overhead. The swab of tender heat drawing against their soft flesh, rubbing the flames that sparked on their bodies. Like the pedals of a flower wilting under the heat of the sun, their forms were engulfed by the wicked flames.