"Godzilla."
The deafening silence that washed over the chamber was not to last. It was broken by a whisper, here and there. Murmurs. Hushed voices. Slowly, louder and louder, the once meek voices grew, until the delegation was soon in an uproar. No one could believe that they could rest the fate on the Earth on one of the very creatures responsible for much of the devastation on the planet throughout the decades.
"Who are these things?" someone shouted.
"How did they get in here?!" another exclaimed.
"They're spies from Planet X!" was the last shout understood before the delegation devolved into a cacophony of voices.
The chairman's gavel banged repeatedly and soundly upon his desk in a vain attempt to restore order as the arguments ensued. Some insisted on the nuclear option. Destroying the moon would buy vital time to formulate something other than the priestess' suggestion. The mere mention of the monster of monsters was enough to declare any possible explanation of the plan absolutely ludicrous. Amidst the incoherent shouting of the delegates began a soft melody, emanating from the chairman's desk as two sets of miniature hands took hold of the microphone. The song resounded with the acoustics of the chamber, gradually silencing the delegates as one by one they became aware of the twin singing voices. With the renewed silence, the priestesses began once more, pleading.
"Godzilla is only one that remains capable of fighting, of defeating the invaders' monsters," they spoke out in unison.
"Who are you?" the chairman asked quietly, attempting to stay calm in light of all of this. A sense of disbelief tainted his tone. It could have been for the fact there was a pair of tiny robed women upon his desk, or that humanity's only hope was Godzilla.
"We speak for Mothra. She knows where he may still be found. The invaders did not believe him to be worth the effort of locating, not when they had already taken the others captive so easily. That they did not find him will be to our advantage, our only advantage."
The murmurs began once more. Mothra was considered one of the few, now only one of two remaining kaiju considered peaceful, even protective of humanity. Time and time again, she had faced off against Godzilla, and perhaps knew him better than any other. The discussions continued, everyone attempting to agree upon how to deal with this new information. This time, however, they did not escalate into chaotic shouting. Instead, one of the members spoke out into his microphone.
"Even if Mothra is able to find him, what then? What are we going to do with the invaders arriving soon and Godzilla once more terrorizing the surface along with them? Why would Godzilla agree to fight for us?" They were sensible questions, the kind that garnered an exchanged look between the priestesses as the other members began discussing among themselves still alternatives plans.
"We have faith in Mothra that she will be able to convince him to help us. Please, you must believe in her."
The answer provided did not instill hope, but rather fanned their fire of their collective fears further. Faith was something long since lost in the humans, science replacing gods, and the destruction caused kaiju further cementing the belief that there were no higher beings watching over them. However, recent events proved that there were higher beings, and they wanted nothing more than to conquer humanity.
"We have few options left to us that do not involve our surrender to Planet X," the chairman began wearily, a hand combing firmly through frazzled hair. "Even if Godzilla is able to turn the tide on Earth, they still control the rest of the Solar System. We cannot survive in a permanent siege. Something must be done, or Godzilla will only be successful in delaying the invasion for however long he is able to fight."
Those who had earlier supported the nuclear option were those suddenly voicing an idea similar to the earlier one. The Earth's nuclear armament could still be delivered, but by entirely different means. The atomic monster would replace a warhead. A long-shot of a scheme, but one partly provided for by the aliens themselves. The device left on Monster Island was partially linked with the transporters littered across the solar system. If enough power could be gathered to fully activate it, then they could send Godzilla himself across enemy lines to attack the invaders directly. The Earth would be rid itself of the last of the destructive kaiju and as well as save humanity from the new external threat from Planet X.
Words of agreement quickly spread through the delegation, a sense of hope renewed as well as new-found determination. However, there were still several issues at hand. The device needed adequate power, capable of sending Godzilla to the next nearest device, the lunar transporter. That would be the easiest of tasks, bringing the device to full operation again. The most difficult one rested upon the wings of the divine being as she neared a distant atoll in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Shrill chirps carried on the salt-laden winds. Wings beat heavily upon the ocean currents, adding further force to each crashing wave that assaulted the sandy atoll. Her chirps lessened with each progressive one, Mothra wondering if her callings were in vain. She knew he was down there in the deep bay surround by the coral rings, and yet he did not respond. A final chirp came from her mouth, a final beat of wings that produced a temporary and violent divot in the waters of the central lagoon. The stillness of the atoll answered her back, the gentle crashing of waves accompanying it as the lagoon calmed once more. In slow circles Mothra circled the atoll, her compound eyes reflecting the waters as her gaze darted frantically over the surface, searching for any sign of disturbance below.
Bubbles began to rise, gentle waves ceasing and waters churning. They came slowly at first, the bubbles, only to increase not only in frequency but in size as well. Steam accompanied chaos growing on the surface of the lagoon, the once calm and still reflection broken abruptly by a violent blast of atomic breath that surged towards the hovering giant butterfly kaiju. Almost immediately, she lurched harshly to the side, the deadly breath passing far too close for comfort by her left wing. Keen reflexes were the only thing to save Mothra from having a wing severed by Godzilla's answer to her summons. As blue radiant energy dissipated into the upper atmosphere, the great and terrible king of the monsters emerged from the lagoon in grandiose display. His infamous roar shook the sandy beaches of the atoll as the waters from his surfacing came back down in a brief, albeit torrential, downpour.
As the water continued to slide off of his monstrous form, Godzilla's eyes locked with Mothra's compound own. For several heavy heartbeats, the two kaiju stared upon one another. She was fortunate enough to be capable of understanding him, and his thoughts. His body language too often spoke of only inconsolable rage.
"You have come to finish what the men from space could not?!" he bellowed out to her in a roar that served dual purpose as both warning and threat. She had aided before, and it was the only reason she was granted as much warning as he provided. It was all he believed she was deserving of, for continuing to side with the humans. Fangs bared, his dorsal fins swiftly began glowing menacingly before he belched out another blast of his atomic breath, "BEGONE!"
As before, Mothra expertly strafed aside from the blast, only to immediately respond in kind with a harsh beat of her wings to buffet Godzilla in a spray of salty air and water. It served no purpose other than to gain his attention, just enough for her to project her own words as he began charging for another blast.
"Please! I did not come to fight," came the frantic melody of her words, piercing into his consciousness.
Godzilla blinked for a momentary pause as he heard her, the aggressive glow of his fins waning while his maws slowly closed. Azure embers wafted from slightly parted lips, indicating just how close he had been to attacking Mothra again. Nostrils flared and he expelled a dismissive snort. He did not wholly believe her, but was willing to entertain her clear plea, at least for time enough to recover from the two swift and successive blasts. The reptilian kaiju lumbered away slowly from her, stopping at the edge of his new home before looking over his shoulder to the hovering female. His eyes were every bit as piercing to her soul as her words had been to his. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, a teasing of energy radiating at the tips of his fins.
"Make it quick."