Chapter Eight
The days of the Monster Wars were dark days indeed for the entire planet and Infant Island was no exception. For thousands of years it had been a tropical paradise, untouched by the corruption of the outside world. Even the atomic tests that blighted the land long ago had been undone and the island returned to its former splendor. Yet all that changed when King Ghidorah reared his ugly heads.
He had landed on the island managed in order that he might make war against Godzilla and in doing so, he had brought ruin to that once fair isle. Because of his Taint, the people there were stricken with disease and were starving for lack of food. It was even worse than when Rolisika had tested its bombs; then there had at least been one small speck of green on the island to nurture the islanders' fragile hope. Now there wasn't even that.
The despair was especially terrible because of what had happened to Mothra and Battra; without those two to believe in, many Infant Islanders simply lost the will to go on living. It could have been worse though; with the Fear King Ghidorah wielded, the islanders could have easily all gone mad and killed themselves. Fortunately though, the Elias had been there to heal their minds and rally them towards the cause. After all, the Muvians, the Watchikas, the outside nations had all banded together against King Ghidorah; could not Infant Island lend its strength as well?
It could and was for at that moment, the egg of Mothra was ready for hatching. Soon after her near death at the hands of the King of Terror, Mothra laid an egg so that she, and Battra, could be born once again by the egg. Yet for months now, it had been an uncertainty if it would hatch at all and so Moll, Lora, and Belvera had all pooled their respective mental abilities into keeping it alive. Yet even with all their magic, both had been so ravaged by King Ghidorah, in both body and soul, that the three Elias could seemingly do nothing besides keep the sickly deformed egg from dying.
But that was about to change. When born again, Mothra and Battra recharged their energies by absorbing Earth's mana yet with it being increasingly poisoned by King Ghidorah's very presence, they had had to face either poisoning or starvation. When Moll and Belvera had been there to help Tenzin Yetrigar become a giant monster in the mountains of the Watchika, their magic had an unforeseen but beneficial side effect; it had temporarily supercharged mana levels around the world. However, any attempt to use this to make the egg hatch would have to be dome immediately. The charge could only last for so long and when it was done, the magic would be done as well.
In the huge cinder cone of the volcano that was at the center of Infant Island, was the village. Dominating the village, were the two stone slabs that had served as the resting slabs of the two great moths. In between the two slabs, was one gigantic egg; it was a mammoth gray globe with streaks of white and black. The Elias had been in communion with the two beings inside and had been told that they would be born this day. On hearing that, the islanders were overjoyed at the thought of their two beloved guardians alive and well and they were determined to make that thought reality.
They made ready the holy incense and played the sacred music on their drums; the island people knew that Mothra and Battra drew strength from their devotion and so sought to give the two all of it. The songs were sung and the chants were chanted and the white-bearded chief led his kinsmen in prostrating themselves before the egg as their daughters danced before it. They danced and the drums were played faster and faster; they could see it was working. In the light that filtered from the cone of the volcano, they all could see that the gray egg was beginning to shake. The shaking of the egg caused the whole land to quake but even so everything kept going faster and louder, faster and louder. Everything seemed caught up in a fever pitch; there was no stopping it and thus it continued ever more relentlessly, faster, faster, faster, until all of a sudden it stopped.
That was when the three Elias sisters stood before the egg. They stood united for they three were ready to sing their holy song. They three diminutive faye stood there; Belvera, the eldest, was at the center and her younger sisters were at her sides. She placed the Crest of Courage in her sword and set the glowing fairy blade forwards. Her sisters placed their Crests into their swords—Love's shining light for Lora and Wisdom's steadying force for Moll—and set the tips against the tip of her blade. The three points were placed atop the sacred Shield of Elias forged by their mother's magic and worn by their father. Their mother, the Dragon Queen, priestess of the first Prehistoric Mothra and chosen voice of the Great Tyrannosaur, had told them that if a great enough need were to ever come to bring the holy trinity of Courage, Love, and Wisdom together so that her power could be theirs. If either Mothra or Battra were to survive, then the time was now.
Ia ie hao la
Uha eka Mosura ya
Ia ie hao ma
Roha ena Mosura ha
The three sisters sang their song and the egg began shaking as the sacred song sent the mana coursing through it. The two inside the egg felt the music of the spheres give the strength of their mother, the Prehistoric Mothra. It began shaking; the shell began cracking. Shards of the egg were falling and egg fluid began to pour out. As this happened then the power from the Empyrean came down and filled them. It filled them as all the memories and knowledge wielded by the first one.
Ia ie hao la
Uha eka mosura ya
Ia ie hao ma
Roha ena Mosura ha
Kiri ewa jina hi
Mele wona kamai ka
It continued shaking and the cracks kept spreading. Shards from the egg began flying and then in one huge climax it burst open completely as a huge horn pierced the shell. It broke open and a huge piece of the shell crashed onto the ground. As the shell fell away the dread visage of the Black Mothra was shown. Battra lived again. He slithered away and trumpeted his return. However, he was not alone for behind him wriggled an ugly brown worm. Though covered in mucus and yolk the look in her eyes was inescapable. Mothra once more tread the ground with earthly feet.
The assemblage of Infant Islanders stood there and wept for joy. They leapt and shouted in exultation at this most glorious of sights and gave praise to the Almighty Creator of Heaven and Earth that their beloved protectors were returned to them. That Mothra and Battra should die was common knowledge to the Infant Islanders but what they had feared this time was that the two would not return to them. So to see them alive and well was joy past reckoning. Moll and Lora merely stood smiling, unable to do more than wipe away joyful tears.
Only Belvera was unaffected. She walked towards them with her perpetual smirk. Upon sheathing her sword, she crossed her arms and looked at the two moths that just as soon turned their mammoth faces to look back at her. She remembered her attempts to call on Daiyo and Kong at the start of the Monster Wars and could only shake her head. Such actions had been borne from desperation but with Mothra and Battra alive once more, that need not be so.
"Well, hello you two," said Belvera. Welcome back."
"Where are those Spiral Grenade Missiles?"
Glen the gunner shook his head. "Still off line sir!"
In his commander's chair, Lieutenant Santos silently cursed. The cramped cockpit of the MOGUERA then suffered a tremendous jolt and he looked the screen to see King Ghidorah. "Fuji, evasive maneuvers! Glen, fire Plasma Laser Guns at his necks!"
"Yes, sir!" both men said.
MOGUERA began lifting off from the charred and blackened ground in an effort to evade the Prince of Skyllans. At first it seemed to work, the giant robot kept the demon from using his Gravity Beams with its weapons as it increased distance. However, that was when the demon fired Crimson Lightning from its wings at the machine. Inside the cockpit, the men covered their faces as sparks showered down and the MOGUERA fell to the ground with a gigantic thud.
Santos yelled "Fuji get us back up!"
"Negative, the drive train's shot!"
"Damn!"
King Ghidorah came towards them and gloated over the robot. Wrecked like a tin can it was, a tin can that would be destroyed along with the stupid little humans contained therein. He began crashing his club tails on the robot, each spine piercing deeper and deeper. That gave Santos an idea. "Is the drill nose still active?"
"Yes sir," said Glen.
"Fuji, get Glen into position to use it!"
With King Ghidorah's back turned MOGUERA pinned his tail to the ground with its remaining good "arm" and impaled its drill nose through it. The Prince of Skyllans wailed in agony as he felt the pseudo- flesh of his tail drilled through. Ignoring pain, King Ghidorah tore his tail away, thus knocking MOGUERA on its back in the process. He stood over the fallen robot and began biting and slashing its metal skin with snap after snap of his hydra necks.
Lieutenant Santos shot a look at Glen. "Fire Plasma Laser Guns and Cannon!"
"Affirmative!"
King Ghidorah was standing directly over MOGUERA when that happened and was shot across the stomach and chest by the burning energy. Nearly sent backwards, King Ghidorah regained his balance and fired a combined Triple Beam through the chest maser into the insides of the robot thus causing it to explode into so many tiny flaming pieces.
Back in the cockpit, the three men sat sullenly at their posts. Santos sat in silence, silence that he broke when he threw down his helmet in anger. He sat there for a moment before he weakly picked his helmet back up so that he might speak into the comm-link. "Test over. Deactivate simulator."
Japanese technicians outside the box shaped seven-by-seven-by-ten foot simulator did as they were told and gull wing doors opened at the sides of it. Glen and Fuji stepped out grimly and looked to their commander to be told what to do. The last one to step out, Lieutenant Tomas, Thomas if Anglicized, Santos of G-Force sighed and told his men, "Break. Rest, get a drink, whatever. Be back here in an hour. We still have three hours more training for today."
They both nodded and walked down the corridors of the underground Hokkaido based test range for UNGCC World HQ while their leader stayed behind. Tomas Santos was wishing for the millionth time that he didn't have his job. He leaned against the simulator and remembered how he had eagerly volunteered for the post of MOGUERA commander when it had been just Godzilla to worry about. Now it was King Ghidorah. Like it or not, however, he had his duty to perform; it was a fact that MOGUERA was perhaps the one human creation capable of destroying King Ghidorah. Perhaps. It was also equally likely to be blown to bits as was seen in the simulation he had just gone through. Even so, God knew that they wouldn't have even gone that far if not for all the information that they'd gotten from Area 51 concerning King Ghidorah.
Indeed, the information gleaned from that ultra secretive military installation had been a Godsend; casualties in assaults had dropped dramatically, victims of Taint or Fear could be treated much more effectively, monsters controlled by King Ghidorah could be freed, and training sessions for MOGUERA could be perfected. Perfected, for all the good it did. At least the redesigned maser weapons could actually hurt King Ghidorah. He had just absorbed the energy from earlier masers; the new design took into account the unexplained fact that energy beams from a reptilian kaiju could hurt him and had used Area 51 data to duplicate that effect. (Although the beast could still make forcefields to protect himself.) Not to mention modify electronics so they wouldn't short circuit so easily in his presence.
Thus Santos got up from the simulator and began walking towards the cafeteria, silently cursing the man that had freed the demon in the first place all the while.
"What was that?"
Tomas Santos turned to see who had said that. It was Kyle Martin. "What? Oh, hola Kyle. Just thinking out loud that Emmerich makes Porfirio Diaz look like Benito Juarez. Anything new with you?"
Kyle winced at the comparison to Mexico's most hated dictator and most sainted leader. "Nothing, just wrapping up from remote programming data for Red Ronin, King Ghidorah's attack patterns and such, for Steel Reign II. Are you OK?"
Tomas rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, just tired I guess. My men and I have been training for ten hours a day non-stop for a week now. We're the best in our fields, we have the finest machine G-Force has ever built and even in simulations King Ghidorah still destroys us every time. How much better does MOGUERA have to be? The best Mysterian tech was used to build it, and even some Peace Land tech Zone Fighter gave us."
Kyle bit his lip. "Man Thomas, you need to rest. You'll be no good when you fight King Ghidorah if you have to fight sleep at the same time. I mean, I'm training to pilot Red Ronin but I'm not killing myself before King Ghidorah does."
Tomas raised an eyebrow. "That is because you're only running backup. MOGUERA will be taking point."
"All right, all right. Wonder if the guys with Cyber-Saur are having this much trouble. C'mon, I'll buy you something at the cafeteria."
Tomas wearily smiled at his friend's offer and the two began walking. "Thanks. Oh, and sorry for snapping back there."
They were walking in silence for a while after that. "Yeah, me too I guess. Friends?" He saw Tomas nod and with that both smiled for it was forgiven. "Thomas, I've been wondering. Is it hard for you to do your job, y'know with your father being Secretary General and all?"
"You mean is there any extra pressure, that I have to be so good?" He saw his friend nod. "I suppose so but its nothing new. I've always wanted to be my best. I guess part of its that I want to give my father a son he could be proud of."
The kaijuologist smiled. "I wouldn't worry about that buddy. You're as good a guy as they come and I know your father is very proud of you."
"Gracias! Guess its that way the two of us, except that you don't have just your father but your brother and grandfather's footsteps to follow."
"Yeah, well… I've had other reasons for being in UNGCC," said Kyle as he reflected on bad memories. "Hey Thomas, why did you choose Glen and Fuji for your team? There had been other pilots and gunners trained for it from the start."
Tomas Santos grew thoughtful. "I asked them to come along on MOGUERA because they know what I'm up against. Glen and Fuji are top rate astronauts and they understand tech like this. More importantly, they were there when King Ghidorah escaped so they know what's at stake better than anybody else. It's also something that I want to give to Glen; maybe the chance of stopping King Ghidorah can ease what he's been feeling."
"He can't blame himself for what King Ghidorah's done," said Kyle. He didn't give the order; he didn't push the button. If anything he tried to keep the sphere from opening."
"That's what I kept telling him, but he wouldn't listen. Unlike other guys, both he and Fuji want this job bad and they have the brains to do it. The two are a duo and they're the best we could find for this." After pausing for a moment, Tomas asked, "Hey Kyle, do you remember whatever happened to the other guy, the one who actually did open the sphere?"
"Yeah, soon after the Monster Wars began, he put a gun to his head and that was that. But Tomas, why didn't you consider Yamabe?" asked Kyle.
Tomas Santos's froze in his place and, stunned by what Kyle had said, spoke without thinking who was with him. "Him? Diablos no! He doesn't want to save the day; he only wants some stupid revenge. A loose cannon like him does more damage to his own side than the enemy does. Clavos de Cristo, it's a tragedy that Yamabe lost his ship and his crew but we can't let hate get in the way.
"Fighting for hate's sake is the way King Ghidorah works. The day you give into hate you become what it is that you hate the most and when that happens, then the bad guys win. If I can have no other victory against King Ghidorah, then let it be this one: he can destroy my body but he will not destroy my soul. Yamabe says that he'll have revenge for the sake of his crew? If anything, Yamabe is shaming them by becoming as petty and vindictive as the monster that killed them."
Kyle was visibly shaken by what Tomas had said. He had devoted his life to killing Godzilla for the death of his brother and, even though his revenge was on hold for the time being, he still hated Godzilla and wanted him dead. Yet could he be dishonoring his brother's memory by becoming as much of a monster as Godzilla? Would Raymond have condoned or condemned Kyle's giving in to hate? Kyle was walking in total silence when he found his voice, weak though it was. "Doing it for the right reason, fighting for love, not hate. That's what separates us from them, eh?"
Tomas kissed his mother's crucifix hung around his neck. " 'And if someone should strike you on one cheek, turn and offer him the other.' Amen to that. C'mon enough philosophizing let's get something to eat." Then a worried look came across Tomas's face. "Are they still serving that rice and sushi? I mean, I m sure they like it but…"
"An open mind but not an open mouth, eh?" Kyle laughed. "Don't worry, the cafeteria has International Food-Court Day and Mexican cuisine is included!"
Tomas wistfully sighed. "Asi es. Las comidas de tu tierra natal."
"I know how you feel," said Kyle. "When I first moved here to Japan from the United States I didn't know whether to eat the miso or the tempura and I ate more instant noodles that first year than I thought a man could. Got lonely and went on a wild trip watching what felt like all the anime in the world, not to mention all that freaky hentai manga on the newsstands. Crazy wanna be shuuga. I stuck out like the gaijin I was and asked myself if this was how a black man felt in an all-white neighborhood. Sure it was nice how everyone was so polite and respectful but it just reminded me that I was guest, nothing more. If I hadn't met Miki that first year at Tokyo U, I don't know how I could have made it. She taught me everything."
"Yeah, she really is a guardian angel. Y'know Kyle, you're really lucky to have her be your girlfriend. I remember when she was just a little girl and I was piloting Angela with her. She's a kind woman and a brave one."
Then all of a sudden, Tomas smirked. "Just one thing, did you ask her how to use the bathroom?"
Kyle felt a wry humorless grin of his face. "No, I didn't have to ask. I remembered the scene from Mr. Baseball. Don't worry Tomas. It's kinda hard getting use to it all when you move to Japan. It's a whole 'nother culture, a whole other world. But you'll get used to it, and the food."
A sour look came across Tomas's face. "Just as long as the fish is cooked."
At that both men laughed.
Dr. Trevor was walking down to cobble stone streets of Inverness, Scotland, with the "Inverness Courier" in his hand. He walked along, barely noting the outside world, he the small, glasses wearing man. He walked along not noting the screams and the tens of thousands of people running for their lives; he was oblivious to the fact of people in cars driving out of town. He didn't even notice the G-Force, DFE, and British military jeeps rushing past on the paved streets, or the planes or helicopters or anything else. No, he was entirely absorbed in his newspaper.
As he walked off the road and made it to the Loch Ness Wildlife Center of the Loch Ness Wildlife Park, Dr. Trevor put all his attention on the article. It was about Ghidorah, Ghidorah, and still more King Ghidorah. That demon was as bad as thousand kelpies. At least it wasn't going to attack Scotland; if it had wanted to do that then it would have attacked when it was in Great Britain. The Black Dogs and Nessie might have been left irate by King Ghidorah's Fear, but no more.
Dr. Trevor ignored the scenic agricultural areas and military vehicles as he walked along the rolling green hills. Hmmm, what was the Prime Minister doing? He turned to that page in the "Courier." The man was apparently still distributing food and medicine among disaster victims and had authorized still more Scottish troops to fight in the DFE against King Ghidorah. With his nephew, Ian, in G-Force Dr. Trevor didn't know what to feel about that. The Monster Wars were seemingly the biggest military operation for the UK since WWII; it certainly felt that way with so many nations fighting under one banner. First it had been the Allied nations in World War II, now it was every nation in the UN and beyond under the DFE in the Monster Wars.
Trevor turned to the page in the "Courier," that discussed that. Now on the rolling green hills and headed towards the Wildlife Center, and away from the manufacturing town of Inverness which was seemingly failed to notice was in flames, he read in the "Inverness Courier" the list of the kaiju that had fought against King Ghidorah. There were Godzilla, King Kong, Mothra, Battra, Apophis, Septimus Scorpio, Sobek, Horus, Set, Anubis, and Frankenstein. The Doctor rolled his eyes at reading the suggestion that those monsters actually had any benevolent intentions towards mankind in fighting King Ghidorah. Everyone knew that the monsters were mindless animals, completely non-sentient and incapable of moral choices. That was one of the reasons he had tried to sell Nessie's spawn once. Its not as if the lake monster would have had any real attachment to the thing, but UNGCC had stopped him and returned the beast to the lake.
Still with his head in the newspaper, Dr. Trevor failed to notice the shadow appear around him. That was when a huge golden foot came crashing down on him. The one hundred fifty meter tall King Ghidorah felt the ooze under his heel. One sinuous hydra neck craned its head downward at the foot. The human had puzzled him; it had failed to notice anything until the moment of his death.
King Ghidorah turned around and looked at the ruined town on Inverness behind him. It had been to easy a kill, there was something else here, something worth butchering. He craned his heads upwards and looked past to see the loch, or lake, nearby. It was a lake some twenty miles long and one and a half miles wide. It seemed to be almost more a part of river Ness or the Caledonian Canal. Such names, of course, meant nothing to King Ghidorah. Yet he sensed something and then he saw it, a ripple of water coming up from Loch.
It was with that that its body lashed through the murky, brown, peat stained water and it reared its tan, eel like, frilled head in defiance. Her body was wet, wrinkled, and serpentine; at the sides of her body were four diamond-shaped fins. With beady eyes and leathery skin, Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster would suffer no intruders to her home.
Kiriko Tsujimori was walking across the test site to inspect the chief weapon of her plane, the Gryphon. The weapon had been under construction there for months now and was nearing completion. She was now at the test site in the Aral-Caspian lowlands in southern Russia. The Karagye depression between the Caspian Sea and the Aral Sea, lakes actually, proved to be a sufficiently isolated area for the weapon to be tested. Tsujimori was anxious for the test to begin; though the construction foreman had told her that haste makes waste and she knew he was right, Tsujimori still wanted the weapon complete.
She stopped by at the row computer banks at the temporary command base. She impatiently turned to the man in charge of the weapons test. "Professor Zhukov, how much time until the cannon is ready to fire?"
The old Russian man turned to the screen next to him. "Not much time now, Captain. Final countdown will begin in three minutes."
One of the aviators under her command told her, "It will be all right. Everything is going to schedule. There's nothing to worry about Kiriko."
Captain Tsujimori slightly frowned. She hated being called "Kiriko" by her subordinates; did they think they could get away with it because she was a woman? Said subordinate, a Japanese man, wouldn't have done it he'd been taking orders from a fellow male. She then grinned at how the now dissolved Soviet Union had placed emphasis on gender equality. They weren't racist—or sexist—they'd hated everyone equally! Zhukov there had certainly addressed her by her rank of Captain all the while.
She turned to the man under her command and said, "Maybe so, but as commanding officer of the airship for which this weapon is being constructed, it is my job to worry. Sure would have gone along faster if Uchihikra were here to help."
He looked to the technicians swarming over the newly designed weapon and readying it for its test. As he looked across the cold desert soil, he said "Maybe so, but he's in Europe with Mechanstein and Yetrigar to help with cleanup in Scotland. They might tangle with King Ghidorah there Kiri—I mean Captain."
Kiriko Tsujimori smiled; the man was learning. "Yes, I suppose Uchihikra might."
Their attention had been turned away from the subject at hand but it was soon taken up once again. The final countdown began and it was shouted out in English for everyone to hear. A large futuristic cannon like device was pointed towards a mock town. The model town had been built to the smallest detail, houses, streets, post offices, lawns, flag poles, etc., to gauge the destructive power of the weapon to be used. The cannon was aimed and was humming as the electrical systems went online. Tsujimori was still tense; that was because even though Vladimir Zhukov was the best qualified person to build the weapon and had followed Dr. Yoshizawa's schematics perfectly something could still go wrong.
That was when the countdown entered the final stage. Everyone prayed and silently looked to the cannon as it continued to glow brighter and hum louder. Then the countdown ended and the cannon, as silent as moonlight, fired a transparent shimmering ball of energy forward. It shot forwards and left the air shimmering in its wake as it hit the mock town. When that happened the energy ball burst into countless rays of light. Everyone except those who had worn darkened goggles had to turn away as the whole world was seemingly bleached white by noiseless burst. Yet when the glare died down, they were in for a sight.
Part of the mock town was still there; the rest was seemingly gone. Not destroyed or ruined but simply not there. A perfectly smooth hole, more of a half sphere, was dug into the ground. It was completely smooth, smooth as glass. The buildings surrounding it were intact, no burns, no radiation, no secondary damage, nothing. The buildings that had been where the energy ball had done its work had vanished as if they'd seemingly been teleported away; almost frighteningly, some buildings were cut in two. No damage, it was as half the building had been teleported away.
Captain Tsujimori smiled amidst a chorus of cheers in the background. With the weapon just tested atop her Gryphon, King Ghidorah didn't stand a chance. Maybe the Secretary General didn't think it would be a good idea to use the weapon but now that the results were in, he would change his mind for sure. Let's see how well the Prince of Skyllans held up against the fury of an artificial black hole!
The last group of civilians was running through the alleyways, trying to escape their town of Inverness. However when a stray Gravity Bolt struck a nearby building it seemed as if they were fated to die under the rubble. They fell down and screamed as the rubble of the ruined building came crashing down when the long gangly blackish green hand of a giant stretched outwards and shielded them. The din was horrendous and the dust covered them but when they opened their eyes they saw themselves to still be alive; the giant hand had shielded them from the debris. They looked up to see the gargantuan monster to which the hand belonged. It was Uchihikra and he motioned for them to get into his hands. In desperation they went in and the gangly creature took them, along with all the other stragglers he came across, to safety.
He carried them all outside the battlefield and came back repeatedly for all those who remained until the town of Inverness was cleared of civilians. Uchihikra was a protector of human life and that took precedence over all things. Yet with the humans now in relative safety, he could focus his attention on the battle ahead.
Meanwhile, Nessie battle with King Ghidorah was in full swing. She dodged his attacks as she slithered back and forth. This and the memory of the acid slime she had burned him with when she constricted him caused a tremendous fury to well up inside him. In his fury he extended his wings to fire his scatter shot Crimson Lightning. Even as the ground was torn apart, Nessie screamed in pain as the poisonous energy raged through her body. Suddenly, however, two enormous furry fists crashed down on King Ghidorah's back and sent him towards the ground like a pole axed ox.
Who was it that had done that? Who dared to attack King Ghidorah! Yetrigar, that was who. Like some Kong like beast, Yetrigar towered some one hundred meters tall and was covered with long straggly brown fur. His face and hands and chest and feet were bare yet were covered with leathery skin. Framed by strands of fur, is face was a firce ugly simian visage and his body was that of a destroyer. Once a mere yeti, Yetrigar's fur was now brown, instead of white, a side effect of the accelerated transformation. The Prince of Skyllans righted himself soon enough to destroy the worm. He'd sent Kong running fast enough, the same fate would befall this furry thing.
Yet with that Mechanstein charged in from behind. King Ghidorah couldn't believe it; had he not killed the undead man-monster? What the Star of Doom did not know was that he had been repaired and made more powerful by Red Bamboo growth serum and cybernetic attachments. Half his skull was now metallic as was his whole right arm and part of his left leg as well as was his left hand. Mechanstein' s red cybernetic eye gleamed with fury and he growled as he stomped the ground. As his tunic made from Japanese Giant Boar hide rustled, Mechanstein stood ready to fight.
As if that wasn't enough gangly Uchihikra came in as well; though the smallest of the three, his skill and guile were to be most useful as was his will to fight until death. As if he were Zone Fighter from years past, Uchihikra put himself in a martial arts pose and readied himself for the fight of his life.
King Ghidorah's looked at the three ready to oppose him and that Nessie had managed to escape. The Star of Doom's three heads threw themselves back and wailed their hatred. Intolerable! By the King of Evil, who destined that he would have to fight nothing but handicap matches? The hearts of those that opposed him were pure and brave. They could neither be infected by Fear nor be fed upon for evil. Tossing his hydra heads this way and that for the sake of rage, King Ghidorah screamed his defiance at his enemies and fired a barrage of Gravity Beams at them.
The most agile, Uchihikra dodged the blast and used his gangly limbs to catapult himself forward atop King Ghidorah's heads. He had been told in advance by his human daughter the pain to expect and braced himself as the demon's Taint burned him even as he held the demon's necks back. With the Gravity Beams gone, Mechanstein rushed forwards and rained down blow after blow on King Ghidorah, each spiked metal knuckle cutting deeper and deeper. The Prince of Skylans tried to electrocute both Mechanstein and Uchihikra with an electrical surge through his skin but Mechanstein cybernetic hands clamped down on golden hide to absorb the worst of it to power himself.
In his fury King Ghidorah sent his tail clubs flying upwards to impale Uchihikra but the astronaut kaiji managed to leap to safety in time leaving his clubs to drive their spikes into his own back. Seeing that his foe was stunned, Yetrigar went forwards and savagely brought his fists down like hammers at the base of King Ghidorah's necks then ferociously slashed with his Sasquatch teeth. King Ghidorah slipped away and fired his Gravity Beams but they did no good with the yeti's thick brown pelt in the way. With the demon's attention averted, Uchihikra dealt a roundhouse kick followed by a knife-hand blow. Nearly losing has balance because of it, King Ghidorah was ill prepared for Mechanstein's iron fists as they broke his wings.
Far from this, Nessie was already deep underwater in the Loch. She had sensed for herself when King Ghidorah first attacked Britain that it could not swim. Yet she could not stay under the brown murky waters of her loch forever, not if she loved her sister. Seeing without sight, but instead with sonar, she went a thousand feet deep to the bottom of the lake where she and the babe made their home. Causing bubbles as she rushed through the peat stained waters, she saw her sister cowering in a cave.
Sister wrapped herself around sister as if one was giving the other a hug. After their mother had died, Nessie had taken it upon herself to raise her baby sister; for that she had fought earlier in hopes of protecting her home and her sibling but to no avail. However, with these strangers sharing her enemy, that might not be the case. She sent her sister into the caves because their tunnels would lead her away towards the ocean. She could perhaps be safe there if her big sister did not survive. As soon as she saw her sister swimming off, Nessie turned her ugly brown frilled wrinkled leathery head towards the surface to do battle. Yet even as she did that, baby Nessie turned back towards her and halted in mid swim. Where was her big sister going off?
Back on the surface one other soon joined the battle. After King Ghidorah drove his tail clubs' spines into Mechanstein it seemed that the cyborg was doomed. Yet just as the Prince of Skyllans was about to kill him with a combined blast Triple Beam, he felt himself slammed from behind. He was toppled forward towards the ground and writhed in the iron grip of the one that held him. Nessie had been the one and her muscled coils held him fast. She began crushing his insides into pulp even as his skin began to smoke from her acidic ooze, even as her own skin began to smoke from his Taint. With their enemy cast unto the ground, the three heroic monsters came to her aid and to take advantage of their wicked foe's capture.
Uchihikra drained down blow after punishing blow on him. Yetrigar's fists delivered crushing strikes and threatened to break the demon's necks. Mechanstein's spiked knuckles slashed open his foe's skin. King Ghidorah loosed a surge of electricity through his skin but Nessie, able to generate voltage herself, absorbed it and protected her newfound comrades from the worst of it. It seemed as if the King Ghidorah was finished but if the Prince of Darkness would not yield to the Almighty God Himself then the Prince of Skyllans would not yield to these worms!
That was when the demon saw the answer. Though bound and suffocated by Nessie and beaten down by the three monsters, King Ghidorah managed to catch a glimpse of Baby Nessie peeking above the Loch's murky surface. Despite her big sister's admonitions, the baby had followed to see what was happening. Seizing this opportunity, King Ghidorah freed one of his heads and fired away from them into the Loch, reversing the polarity of his Gravity Beams as he did so to levitate the squealing infant from the waters' surface and into the air. On hearing the squeal, the four monsters looked up and saw Baby Nessie writhing in a bubble of energy, electric shocks zapping her intermittently.
On seeing this, the monsters were temporarily frozen, not knowing what to do. Uchihikra, Mechanstein, and Yetrigar were protectors; they guarded human life. (Indeed that was why they went to fight only after the town of Inverness had been evacuated.) Though the child was not human, it was still an innocent. Being the child's elder sister, Nessie didn't dare dream of her babe being put in danger. It seemed as if everything was silent until the King Ghidorah undid the energy sphere that the child was in and the child began to fall. Without so much as a single thought, Nessie immediately uncoiled herself and surged forward to where her sister fell and instantly made herself a mat to cushion her child's fall.
Free again, King Ghidorah struck a roundhouse blow with his club tails to all around him. Bleeding and torn as if they'd been struck with barbed wire bats, the three were staggered. King Ghidorah would be unable to fly because of his broken wings and he could neither use Crimson Lightning but he had other weapons at his disposal. He delivered a brutal kick to Yetrigar even as he club tails struck Uchihihikra and Mechanstein. Using his right head's Gravity Beams to keep the others at bay, King Ghidorah's central and left head kept slashing over and over at the downed Yetrigar, each needle tooth delivering its venom.
The demon wished to play dirty, eh? Yetrigar had been a politician before being a monster and thus knew every dirty trick in the book! The yeti monster grabbed his foe's heads in his massive furry fists and brought his jaws crunching down on them. In agony, King Ghidorah pulled his heads back and delivered a Triple Beam at his foe. Yetrigar writhed in pain and clutched his chest as he felt it the torment. He was on the ground, paralyzed, electricity zapping through his brown fur.
As for the demon, he had barely moved away from Yetrigar when Uchihikra rushed him and began to send karate strikes at his enemy. Bracing himself through the pain, King Ghidorah sent his outer jaws towards his foe's chest to clamp down on his eyes. Ignoring the pain, Uchihikra grabbed his enemy's necks and tried to throttle him. Seeing his friend in danger, Mechanstein slammed both fists onto King Ghidorah's necks and loosed the grip on the astronaut monster. King Ghidorah, quicker than the eye could see, slammed both his spiked club tails on Uchihikra's legs, breaking them. With one foe paralyzed, he turned to the other.
Though bruised, bleeding, wearied, and broken, King Ghidorah clamped one mouth on Mechanstein's right leg, the other on his waist and the last onto his throat, and heaved up the entire mass. Using his necks, the demon hoisted his foe hundreds of feet into the air and brought him crashing down. This was repeated again and again until the ground seemed to shake beneath his feet and the earth seemed to split open.
Yet suddenly an entire castle struck the demon! King Ghidorah was sent sprawling by the blow and was covered by the rubble. By the flames of Hell, where did that come from? From Yetrigar, that was who! He had picked up and thrown Urquhart Castle at the evil one in order to save his friend. However, as was seen in how he fell to his knees, the weary and bleeding sasquatch monster used up all his remaining fury born strength in doing so.
Nessie and her baby sister had seen this all from the safety of the murky waters of Loch Ness; they saw how the courageous guardian monsters were fighting their wicked foe. On seeing that King Ghidorah was leaving the battle scene, Nessie rushed in terror towards the depths of the water. She feared that with King Ghidorah's attentions drawn away from the battle, he might visit his wrath upon her. This was seemingly justified as King Ghidorah flew upwards on his wounded wings and, with great pain, held himself over the waters where Nessie hid.
However, it proved to be a false hiding place as King Ghidorah loosed his Crimson Lightning on the waters of the lake. Unlike his Gravity Beams, this was made of true lightning as was intensified by the water. Poor Nessie was close enough to the surface when the demon loosed his lightning that she was electrocuted. The pain of it knocked her unconscious and with that she bobbed upwards where King Ghidorah was waiting. Nessie's daughter and the guardian monsters could only watch helplessly as the King of Terror swooped downwards and impaled the talons on his feet into her sides and tore the brown, wrinkly, serpentine monster skywards from the lake.
Like a hawk with his hare, King Ghidorah rose higher and higher into the sky with his prize. More and more did Nessie's flesh decay as he poisoned her with his unholy Taint. Baby Nessie swam as fast as her diamond fins could push her in the thought of doing something, anything, to save her big sister. However, as fast as she moved, it was not enough as King Ghidorah quickly outpaced anything she could equal. Yetrigar, Mechanstein, and Uchihikra followed, despite their injuries. They would let their evil foe out of their sight and would not let the slightest chance of saving a life slip their grasps.
As for adult Nessie, she was held in the demon's crushing iron grip despite all her efforts to break free. She writhed and bleated out her call; she tried to slip out from his grip with her ooze to lubricate her escape but it was useless. King Ghidorah forced his mind on hers to drive her mad with fear and savor her torment. She was assaulted with horrendous nightmare imagery of the world destroyed, of her mother and sister dying over and over again; with that she screamed out in pain and fear. Writhing thousands of feet in the air, her mind was on the verge of breaking when she saw that King Ghidorah was drawing strength from this madness and took pleasure from it. With that, Nessie made one last futile, desperate symbolic gesture of defiance; she would have death before dishonor. She increased her acidic ooze's potency and production to the point that she would not survive and bit down over and over with all her strength onto the demon's legs.
Bracing himself through the delicious pain, King Ghidorah clamped his jaws down and tore Nessie from his legs, breaking her teeth and tearing off his pseudo-flesh in the process because they had reached their destination. They were now several thousands of feet above the ruins of Urquhart Castle; Yetrigar had thrown much of it at the demon. As he felt the lake monster writhing in his grasp, King Ghidorah though that if she wanted down, then she would have it!
With that, he cruelly and callously hurled her downwards from the awesome height. He threw her to her death. As Nessie fell screaming, she was so overcome with fear that she did not feel herself falling faster and faster. She could not have known that King Ghidorah had used his power to increase her weight several times over. All she knew was that she kept falling and falling until an explosion of pain left only darkness.
With that, the Second Battle for Europe was ended. When King Ghidorah had flown off, cackling his madness and taunting those that had lost the battle—and the one who had lost her life—military observers swore it was as if he were saying, thus be the fate of all heroes. What King Ghidorah did next was head northwards past the Arctic Circle and into the Pacific. This made no sense; all predictions suggested he would go back and finish nearby Scottish towns.
Yet in looking at the big picture, it made perfect sense. Planning the logical and emotionless destruction of an entire nation one moment, random, mindless violence the next, King Ghidorah was forged of madness. In truth, nobody could predict his next attack and that made him all the more dangerous. Of course, people wishing to live desperately tried to do so in hope of saving the lives of their fellow men.
With so many eyes on whatever the next move of the Prince of Skyllans would be, nobody stayed to look at the battlefield and this nobody saw a lone little monster on the shores of Loch Ness. After King Ghidorah hurled his foe to her death atop the ruins of Urquhart Castle, he had left her for dead. He knew death when he saw it; she could not possibly survive such a fall. He was right in his thoughts for though he did not remain, Nessie died soon after. Her every bone was broken and her leathery skin seemingly exploded under the fall. Across the jagged rocks and the rubble, her entrails were scattered. One of her diamond fins was completely severed and her others were hanging by threads. Her remains were like ground meat and blood formed a small lake as it flowed from her.
When Baby Nessie caught up with her sister, everyone else had long since left. She and she alone was there when the adult Nessie perished. She alone was there to lick her wounds; she alone nudged the blood towards the cuts from which it flowed as if telling it go back or her sister would die. She alone was there to press her cheek to her sister's even as the blood gurgled from her mouth. She alone and nobody else was there. Nobody was there except her. Yes, when the sunset there at Loch Ness, there was just one little monster all by herself crying for her dear sister.