Chapter 4
The days had crept on like drips of water from a temptress facet. They had traveled far, already arriving in the outskirts of Hiroshma. The air had grown decayed and lacking of moisture, a falling fog of humidity staling in the small cockpit of the blistering machine. They carried death with them and death followed them. It would be soon that more would found out what they're trying to do and do their best to stop them. Their heads were filled with drought, they were beyond thought, all that was left was focus; focus for what the future was going to hold.
"I can still feel his heartbeat, like that of a mother and her child." Her voice was shallow and wet as Miki spoke, her head heavy with grief.
"I understand your loss. You were close to the little one, weren't you?" Shinjo came out calm and comforting.
"I saw something different in Junior that wasn't in Godzilla. He was lacking the anger that Godzilla had, he was just a child that wanted to play. He was naive and young, didn't know the horrors of the world, though Destroyah made him think differently about that. Junior could still be taught, to learn that this world wasn't bad and that humanity could leave with him and the other monsters as long as they didn't enter in their cities. If Junior was still alive, I could have taught that to him and he could have spread it to the other monsters and a new world would have been born, one were monsters and man lived together and shared the same land without bloodshed."
"I felt the same about Junior. When I first met him on Birth Island, I could sense that he wasn't going to fellow the path of his elders, that he was the one to break that curse. He also seemed to calm Godzilla down; his attacks nearly stopped after he destroyed Mechagodzilla and claimed Junior as his own. G-Force was concerned that with this new behavior and had started plans of containing the two for study." Shinjo's eyes blanked and his mouth came out dry.
"I am to blame. I was the one that sent Junior off his course when he was trying to just go back home. I sent him to fight Destroyah that lead to him being killed and then being resurrected by his father's energy that caused a shock in his system that lead to his final death. That's way nothing will stop me from bringing him back to life."
The sailing darkness of the cockpit compacted the space as Miki and Shinjo sat in the back of it, distance from the movement of the giant machine that they were in. Sato separated himself from their musings as he tested himself at piloting the robot alone.
"It seems that something is going on up ahead. Shinjo, it looks like our old friends have come to give us a proper greeting." Sato's face grained with a smirk as he leaned his head back.
A blister of torturing fire twisted against MOGERA 2's protruding chest, popping the metal shell with a sharp sound as the tank shell exploded against it. It was the only one that came sailing through the air, as it was only meant as a warning. The horizon rose with a count of Type-90 mobile tanks and the air clouded with a shiver of several UH-1B Huey helicopters. MOGERA 2's ranking stature jumbled forward slightly, tempting against the massing line of defense of their former allies.
Wiping swings of pleating buffing air upswept against MOGERA 2's morning cockpit view window as a nearing helicopter dazzled in the blocking light. It glided like the ease of a child's kite, shifting with the grace of the updrafts of wind. A swinging door of the helicopter swept back with a reveling space, in the middle came a hued form of standing white. Each limb was clasped in a gripping white plastic armor, drizzled with molded muscles, but something soft and familiar was held behind it. Its face was reflected by a thick layer of protective glass, though a shimmer of the being's eyes could still be seen under it.
Unbuckling metal shackled against the quiet, empty feeling cockpit of MOGERA 2 as Sato undid his harness. His creasing muscles stretched as he got up, Shinjo and Miki gave no notice to his certain movements as their eyes were rolled to the deterring sight in front of them. Tightening skin braced against Sato's expressing fingers as he reached for his holstered 9mm VP-70 handgun. Like a lassoing rope, Sato's finger braced against the hot trigger as he lifted the gun from its caring leather pouch. The plastic barrel dressed against unpressing flesh as it was tensed against Shinjo's temple.
"This has gone far enough."
A larger world always lives in the smallest of spaces of life as Dr. Fukazawa pulls his eye away from the eyepiece of the microscope that held a sample of Godzilla's blood under its watch. Even though he relaxed from the view of the microscope, Dr.Fukazawa's body was still humped over it, his form trained in deep thought. Blood contained cells and cells contained life, but there something else in Godzilla's, something that shouldn't be there.
A breath of coffee dropped under the Professor's nose as the caring and attentive Dr. Gondo brought him a fresh cup. "I thought that you might need this."
"Ah, thank you." His hands gently cradle the cup as he holds it firmly in his hand, letting the air cool it before it hits his lips. "There is something else there."
"What?" Gondo questioned softly.
"In the cells there is something else there, something that I've never seen before. It appears to be some sort of agent that kills off Godzilla's natural occurring cells and takes them over, reproducing its numbers. It's almost like a virus, but doesn't share the same characteristics. It's alive, each one contains a cell membrane, and they all act with a collective mind; they work like a colony of insects, fast and swift. The only thing is they are slow against Godzilla defenses, so it is taking them some time to take over each individual cell."
'So, you are saying that Godzilla could have been killed by some sort of new virus?" Gondo washed down her thoughts with a tender sip of coffee, before she turned her eyes towards Professor Fukazawa.
"I am saying that it appears that Godzilla has another living organism in him."
"I can't let this go on anymore. Please return Godzilla's body back to UNGCC's headquarters or I'll be forced to fire." Sato's words stood no ground against the gun that he pointed to Shinjo's head; his point had already been made.
"I see. I always felt that you didn't really know the cause behind this." Shinjo glanced the words off the cockpit window, unable to even turn his head towards his captor.
"You can hurt millions, if you try to succeed. Even if you are unable to resurrect Godzilla, his body could spread disease, infecting all of Japan. I'm sorry, Miki. But my job is to eliminate the threats of 'Kaiju' and ensure the protection of humanity. Junior will be missed." Sato's voice cracked and break apart with emotion, stirring abnormally as he talked like he didn't know how to express his feelings generally.
"Meru…. stop this." Miki meekly moved her lips, her face displaying a vengeance of sadness.
"I knew that I couldn't best a powerful physic like you, Miki. It's too bad that we didn't see eye to eye in our work. We're friends, but we fight the different fight. You do your best to preserve the monster kind, where I see it fitting for humans to fight against the ones that so easily slaughter us. I know you have a duty to your work. But just like you, I have a mission to do and just like you, I will do whatever I have to get the mission done. I was going to co-pilot on the MOGERA 2, but since you have stolen it for your own use, I was appointed to being in charge over the other mecha program." Sato's voice edged with odd tones as Meru spoke through him. His body still tall and tight, the barrel of the gun less firm against Shinjo's head, but still pointing.
"The Mechagodzilla program…" Shinjo whispered out the vapors.
"Yes, the Mechagodzilla program. A machine that is so deadly, that no human was going to pilot it to interfere with its programmed killing. It was a mecha destined to defeat all of monsters without guilt. I'm sorry; Miki, but I had no choice. I had to have some way of getting the coffin back."
The stumbling black clouds that tucked in the late afternoon sky shivered with rain. With the leaking shadows jacketing over the field, an opening wind gusted from underneath them. Amidst the clustering of rain clouds, blossoms of flaring redish orange light fluttered and dispersed over the paging wave of dark clouds as they swirled around in a smoky mass. Splitting wounds fissured from the black clouds, as a lancing swirl of dazzling orange and red Uranium plasma heated sliced through them. The sticking straight beam of molting energy sizzled its arch against the ground, boiling through the layers of the land before it came down upon the covering armor of the line of Type-90 tanks. The packed deep green armor of the row of tanks oozed into a runny liquid of beaded metal as it slowly filled the ditch that the tanks sat in with a pool of their own gooey bodies. A uprising shrill squawk swept from Rodan's rigged beak, as its clumpy, rocky, heavily armored body of flesh swooped in low under the shade of the falling rain.
The turmoil of drowning winds caused Meru's helicopter to be picked up in its up drifts, bending its rotor blades with their push. The thrust of punching air came hard against Meru's armored form as she stood in front of the open door. Her stable legs were taken from underneath her, knocking her to the back of the helicopter's cabin. With a mustering strength, she heaved her arms against the door and rolled it shut.
"Get us to a safe distance, we will let Mechagodzilla handle the rest." Meru hasted her words out, she knew that it was a safe place for them anymore and there was nothing more she could do. Her thoughts came to her like a book of time. She remembered when she first met Miki and how they were so much alike, though where still very opposite. How Miki was only apart of UNGGC to help Godzilla and Junior and herself being there to save lives from attacks made by such monsters. Meru knew that it was only a matter of time that their paths would branch off so severally that they would met in a situation like this.
Like the swings of a pendulum, MOGERA 2's eye ticked back and worth, watching with a staining interest to Rodan's intimidating movements. Struggling muscles came through Rodan's wings as it lined up its impressive mass in the easy air. A streaking distasteful rumble broke out from Rodan's beak as its armored body came flying down. Husky flesh pounded with the speed of super sonic winds against MOGERA 2's stature formed, heavily weighted down, as Rodan swept its frame against the machine. Crumbling flesh wilted against the metal structure, Rodan's bulk had been increased and more resilient, but not enough to withstand against MOGERA 2's durability. The UNGCC built robot stood silent, its nerve center choosing their best strategy to attack. The winds were scored with a peel of rotating speed as MOGERA's drill nose wound with its blistering metal. The sinking drill floated into the charred, gravel flesh of Rodan's neck, grinding against the thick coating of armor, before a babble of brownish green blood was sucked out of the wound. Rodan craned its neck with jumble movements, jarring it free from the screwing adornment. MOGERA 2's drill nose came loose from Rodan's husking skin; its form obscured in Rodan's blood, vapors of burning material sizzled from its super heated temperature.
"Why is it attacking us?" Shinjo splattered out of his mouth as he piloted MOGERA alone.
"Rodan has returned…but how?" Miki's eyes narrowed like they were filled with heavy strain, her brow lowered and wrinkled as her thoughts came down to weigh on her brain. "Its after Godzilla, it still thinks of Junior as its little brother. It's attacking us, because it thinks we killed junior."
The charred winged monster boosted in the air, sweeping across the open field with ease, its sonic wings lifting and pitching the abandoned military hardware that still filled the muddy ground. Rodan came closer to the ground, before turning its body upright to a standing position. With a bellowing cushion, Rodan's talons seeped into the soft ground, erecting its body to its full height. Taking breathes of vile, powerful energy soured Rodan's mouth, turning it into a paste of brightly orange and red.
"Fire the M-Capsules!" With much leader in him, Shinjo shouted the command.
From behind MOGERA 2's head, a small compartment open on the backing of the extra set of arms. Thrusting rockets carried the small white tube through the air, lumping at an angle as it soared over Rodan's body. A score of flames searched from the exploding tube, but as they were lost to the darkest, a sparkle of golden glitter emerged. It collected into a flickering mass, forming a dense cloud around Rodan. The swirling cloud churned over Rodan's figure, like a spinning wall. A rising wave broke from Rodan's crested, hard beak, spilling out as a straight course of laced orange energy. The wade of power was disrupted by the barrier of reflecting scales, tearing the beam into a score of mirroring bits of energy that bounced from each scale until it returned back to its vendor. Rodan's body was seized with its own power, belting horribly against Rodan's solid hide, forcing the creature to bend and move its body to rid itself of the flexing pain.
"It seems that project to recreate Mothra's reflecting scales was a success. Now, its time to finish this!"
A gauntlet of spewing yellow plasma energy filtered from MOGERA 2's eyes. The hitting globs of energy separated into hundreds of seeking bolts of plasma energy as they connected with the reflecting barrier. The racing particles of echoing energy sizzled against Rodan's tough plastered chest, seeping under the wounded monster's armored hide and muscles and violating its nervous system.
Opening locks fixed MOGERA 2's set of four coned-shaped hands into parted halves, providing a glimmer of the rotating vigorous missiles that they held.
"Spiral Grenade Missiles, Fire!" Shinjo readied his finger for the trigger as a screening flash of shading light encompassed Shinjo's eyes, pulling his fingers away from the lever and to his burning eyes.
The sporadic burst of azure, turned with swirls of white, energy molded into a path of streaming power. The surge of piercing energy scolded across the ridge air before being diced into thousands of reflecting bits by the mirroring particles that surrounded Rodan. The scales grasped with overloading energy as it came to heavy for them to reflect the power wave. The area was soon filled with the pushing explosion that erupted from mixing beam. Sprouting flames and smoke shook with building actions as they swept up from the dispersing detonation. Dripping stature flooded Rodan's figure as it waded against the residing pain. It's warped body tilted to the ground, compressing the muddy dirt with its shadowing body. The clouds squeezed with drizzle of dozes of arresting bolts of stunning artificial lighting as Rodan's body laid on the several of M6000 Thunder Control mines. The clouded sky was illuminated with streaking buds of flaring light as Rodan's mass sinks and molts into the pounds of mud and dirt.
As Shinjo and Miki's eyes cleared, a steamy hiss peeled off in the air, as the blocky head of Mechagodzilla crept up alongside MOGERA's face, greeting its brother.