Chapter 5
It the coo of the mud as it slipped with an anchoring mass of dipping flesh above it as Rodan's halting body rested on top of it. A leak of brownish green blood saturated into the muddy tomb that Rodan had been placed in. The clap of sounding thunder snapped through the synapses of the nerving clouds that shuddered down their cascading weight of acclimated water. Rodan's crusted beak was slippery with the fall of rain as it laid open, a whistle of breath coming from it as the shifting mud begin to plug its mouth.
Hammering claws trenched into the futile ground, as Mechagodzilla systematically lifted each of its feet. Tanking clanks of moving steel bounded louder than the snapping thunderclaps as Mechagodzilla treaded. It was given easy movements with its odd shaped body; it prodded past MOGERA 2's sentry position, not even giving another glace. The sear of the yellow glow of the robot's wicked eyes grew to the fault of Rodan, its first target.
A tittering mechanical growl brimmed from Mechagodzilla's hinged jaw as its snaking neck jerked it downward to the view of the tattered Rodan. Its teeth bore with a sinister smirk, snapping with rubbing sparks as they opened to expel an emotionless howl. Mechagodzilla's foot raised up and with release, it plunged against Rodan's covered ribcage, vulgarly twisting flesh and bone. Rodan's withered head didn't even succumb to the pain, instead a flow of inky blood fled from it's jaws. Like a predator claiming its kill, Mechagodzilla's body erected itself to the ceiling of the sky, its slender long neck reaching like an open hand to the heavens as a streaking fork of glaring filled lighting came from the darken sky, blazing against Mechagodzilla's gapping face, giving a shadowy shimmer to the machine's dull metal hull.
"Why isn't it attacking us?" Miki's attention was horrible focused on Mechagodzilla, it was just a machine, but there was something about it that made her feel unsafe and frightened by it.
"Because Mechagodzilla II-ND's main objective is kill any monster that is currently being targeted. It won't stop until it has reached that objective." Shinjo spelled for Miki's unknowing information about what goes on behind the scenes at UNGCC's mecha research.
"What is Mechagodzilla doing out there?" The words were soaked with grogginess and a dazed tone as Sato awoken from his sleep. His mind and body were completely drained after Meru severed her connection with him aberrantly, causing him to fall into a mild coma.
"Sato, I need your help." Shinjo said as he took control of the situation.
Breaching metal opened as MOGERA 2's set of four coned-shaped hands parted into halves, revealing the four Spiral Grenade Missiles that they carried. The cross bred missiles soured the air around them as took their last breathes before converting into a massive cloud of showery flames and smoldering embers, engorging the already smoke saturated area. As the hues of scorching vapors parted their curtains to expose only the gloom behind it.
Thrusting springs of shoving rockets propelled Mechagodzilla above the watch of MOGERA 2's anticipating observation. Like a gargoyle perching itself on the side of a ledge, Mechagodzilla hovered in a hushed tone, watching MOGERA 2's wondering movements. Its aim wasn't the piloting machine; it had orders not to harm it, it was there for something else. Throwing cables tipped with clawed hands discharged from Mechagodzilla's hips and massive sentry arms. Like a net of grappling wires, they anchored themselves into the plated sides of the oversized coffin. Retracting strength wrenched against the immobile casket, shuddering MOGERA 2's bulky load.
"Shit, it's latched on to Godzilla and is trying to pull the bastard free." The steps of words walked out from Sato's mouth, his nervous tone taken a hold of him.
A hobble of turning treads shuttled from under MOGERA 2's feet, ditching its heavy weight into the harder sediment of the ground. Unvaulting muscle intensified as the human piloted robot trembled with building speed as it was held in place. Bows of moving metal hurdled into a slope, the robotic tank's share of mass leaning backwards, nearly pulling its treads off the ground.
"We have to put an end to this, or it's going to tear the coffin apart." Sato spattered.
"I have an idea." Like bark being scraped off a tree, Shinjo spoke.
A timid flash of flaring flames zipped from MOGERA's open hands, its extra set of arms turned behind its back, aimed against the hovering Mechagodzilla. A rumbling mix of spilling and spreading flames exhausted in the exposing air as the missiles swelled against Mechagodzilla's buffered chest. Severing connections faltered in Mechagodzilla's systems as the damage began to register with the AI controlled machine, it hurtled to the wide soil below. A swamp of wet and dry mud pumped from the ground as Mechagodzilla shoved into it.
"Good, now its time to get out of here, before it gets back up" Shinjo worded through his breathless lips.
Leaving parts came as the giant coffin housing the dead corpse of Godzilla was carted away against its burial will. A bruising chin laid in the hurtled mud, Mechagodzilla's face staring uninterested and unreadable. A coil of shooting metal unchained from Mechagodzilla's head as its ached fin adornment on top of its head departed with a loose spin of diamond-lined cable. The scheming wire fluttered low to the ground, its speed nearly matching that of the pulling away coffin. The metal husk of the coffin came into the fin's piercing eyes as it came closer to it. The bitter pound of digging metal secured itself as the fin adornment found a target. A hollow smack of wetness came from the impact, the anchor attaching itself to something that it wasn't supposed to. A squealing bite of pain spread from the tiny Mothra larva as the fin hook imbedded itself in the creature's cheek. A seep of yellowish green blood jerked from the larva's face as the metal blade scored its flesh. It was a sacrifice the godly creature was willing to accept to preserve its beliefs. It had come to do just that, to make sure what it believed in was not affected by closed and corrupt minds.
"Mothra came to protect us…" Miki couldn't even whisper the air that filled her lungs; she started to realize how much everyone was willing to sacrifice for Godzilla.
Mechagodzilla's initial programming stepped in as its main target had already escaped its perimeters, Thrashing flames like that of churning water lipped from the box like thrusters that lined Mechagodzilla's ankles as it came back to its feet. Mothra struggled on the entrenched anchor like a worm on a fishing line, squirming with wild shoves of its body. With a simple rise of the robot's chin, the pulling line tense on Mothra's flesh as it gripped her body upward. A spin of retracting wire curled into Mechagodzilla cranial helm, the simple mass of Mothra wiggling at the razor's edge of Mechagodzilla's jaws. A change of azure energy filled Mechagodzilla's drained mouth as Mothra's thrashed in its grasp. Sloshing, unstable blue energy pitched from the robot's throat as it developed into a sheer beam of raw power. Gentle, damp spongy flesh was sliced in half as the lance of shading blue energy blazed through Mothra's young body as it was pitched with the line of the beam. A smoldering nest of creeping smoke and weeping blood bundled on the land, only the morsels of tattered ailing brown could identify the creature as the larva of Mothra. It was too young to have felt this much pain, but that was its purpose, it was there to assure that others could live happily even if it had to die, because of that. It was assumed that the creature wouldn't even be able to live through the night.
Its target was no more, not even a threat to its shadow anymore. Mechagodzilla's programming automatically switched back to its other objective, it would track them down no matter where they went, its intelligence was already figuring out that there had been to many interferences, that there would be no more interruptions until it was in Godzilla's corpse was in its grasps.
"Mothra's dead…" A hushing silence came from Miki's lips.
Blinking with dissolving points of golden light swirled about, a vision that Miki was slowly getting use to.
"We are always here to protect you." 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.
'What about Mothra? It fought Mechagodzilla for us, so we could escape. It wasn't even fully grown yet and now it's dead." Miki harped her cords with sorrow.
"It may be young, but its will is strong. It will survive. Mothra knew what she was doing and why she was doing it. She knew that it was important that you reach Okinawa by all means. Mothra may view Godzilla as a threat to herself and humanity, but she knows that he is needed. Godzilla is a power in the world that is feared and needed; he was something that kept a balance to everything. Without that power being distributed, the balance is lost." The musical voices came their own elegance as the Cosmos spoke.
"I want to know more about this spirit in Okinawa that can grant life again to the dead." Miki questioned, her mind still hanging on a creature that she never heard of existing in this world.
"It's a deity, much like Mothra. It was made by the Azumi Royal Family's high guards and priest in order to fully protect the family after one of the chosen sons was killed by an unknown demon. Within its vast powers, its was shown that it has the ability to resurrect those that are dead." The twin's voices came out like the stoking of a violin.
"Will it resurrect anybody? The young psychic wondered, knowing that there had to be something else to this fairy tale.
"The keeper of the song and high priest will have to pass judgment on the subject. For outsiders of the Royal family to see their god is a mortal sin. Their subject most be pure for them to resurrect and most also be able to aid in some way the Royal Family. They will know even before we arrive."
The sink of bumping waves whittled against the sloping sandy beaches. They reached the coast; there was no more land for them to travel on. They were at their last step before their final destination.
"It looks like the easy part is over and all that is left is the hard part." Sato squeezed from his breath as he watched the open ocean from the cockpit.
"Ready the rocket thrusters." Shinjo imputed harshly.
"We still don't know if they will lift this much weight. MOGERA 2 was never intended for flight like the first one was, this MOGERA was meant to be a land attack machine. Plus, the fact that we have an extra hundred and ten tons connected to us." The words rushed like flames from Sato's panicking mouth.
A beat of something dripping sounded from behind MOGERA 2's figure. Globs of greenish yellow liquid beaded together before slipping to the earth below, forming a deepening pool in the bed of sand. The searing air riveted with an electrical howl that squalled from the shadowy machine's unfastened maw, a roar that could only belong to Mechagodzilla. The left side of its face covered in a leak of olive blood, the blood of Mothra, it slowly dripped to the ground like the drain of a hourglass.
"Doesn't that thing no when to stop." Sato rushed his words out.
"No, it doesn't, that's the reason why it was built. We leave now, no more questions."
Plunging force burst from MOGERA 2's rocket thrusters that surrounded his hips, feet, two that lined the back, and its giant main thruster that came out like a stubby tail from MOGERA 2's back. Shifting ladders being to climb the giant tank like machine's massive frame into the air, even though it was at a slow rate. The cabled chains that bond themselves to the final resting place of Godzilla began their strain as they tensed with pulling weight. The metal coffin hung underneath MOGERA 2's flying form, ready for transport.
"Launch!" Shinjo's words were lost against the filling drive of pushing rockets as they hurtled the machine through the sky embarked to the unknown, to what they feared, to the land of where the dead wouldn't stay dead. The land of the Shisa.