"Mosura… ya… Mosura…"
The distant voices of the shōbijin pricked at Mothra's consciousness, compound eyes sparking back to life sporadically as she finally came to. The song willing her to move, she began to stir. Sore wings fluttered lazily, impacting gently against something far softer than solid ground. Her short claws scratched lightly at the texture of the surface beneath her. Softer than earth, but rigid..., like... scales. This new sensation startled her back to life fully. Lofting herself quickly into the air, her attention was instantly drawn to whatever she had been laying on. Beneath her had been Godzilla. She was incapable of visibly blushing, nevertheless she felt an ardent heat to her face at the sight of him, still sprawled out and unconscious. Her flustered feeling lasted only a few heartbeats longer before she was suddenly distracted by a few raindrops that managed to strike her wings.
The scent of the encroaching rain was bitter, however, not sweet. The air was dry, laden with faint dust. With an inquisitive chirp, she craned her view up. The night sky was pristine, crystalline almost with a few strange looking clouds collecting overhead. It reminded her of a time before the waste of mankind's machinations had begun to taint the Earth. Yet the rain did not match this perfection, the smell closer to that of polluted acid rain. Her realization of where they were came to fruition as the Earth itself began to rise over the horizon. They were on the Moon.
The acidic rain slowly intensified to steady pitter-patter on reptilian scales, and Godzilla grumbled and rolled as if being forcibly roused from a peaceful slumber. A much more irritated sound rumbled in his throat as his eyes finally pried open, and then a more pained growl slipped out as he attempted to right himself. His abdomen felt as if it had been slammed into by… Eyes snapped up angrily to the cause of his pain, hovering over him.
"Why?!" he roared out at Mothra with a clawed hand splayed out aggressively, only for her immediately attempt to hush him.
"We were running out of time, and could not afford you wasting any more time fighting. Now please, we have much to do," she argued back, forgetting completely of earlier emotions and focusing once more on the task at hand.
"The device did not even work, we are still on… Earth," Godzilla countered, only to trail off as the sight of the rising planet over the lunar horizon caught his eye. Slowly, the reptilian giant righted himself fully, "Where are we...?"
"I believe, we are on the moon," she answered, even if the presence of rain signaled the contrary.
Both kaiju took in their surroundings. Though the close proximity of the Earth would suggest they were on the lunar surface, the Moon was no longer what it had been. Patches of it were vastly different, the soil composed of different colors. Off in the distance, hints of vegetation were spotted towards the west. Crimson glowing atop summits to the southwest indicated active volcanoes. The aliens had been hard at work, creating life on a previously lifeless world. Not all of their changes to the Moon were so benign, though. The distinct sound of machinery could be heard further towards the southwest as well.
"That is where their base must be, and the next device," Mothra indicated with a turning of her body.
Godzilla snorted out, clearly not pleased that device had transported them quite a distance away from their objective. He shrugged, however, knowing that meant there would be many of the enemy to destroy along the way. Pounding the altered lunar soil, Godzilla began the trek towards the alien base, Mothra flying after in a cautious pattern. A shrill and piercing sound cut through the relative silence, both pairs of eyes darting towards the direction of the source. Streaking through the sky was a projectile of some kind, though it soon became clear that not only was it a missile, but it was heading straight for them. Lumbering as quickly as someone of Godzilla's size could, he broke off from Mothra while she likewise flew in the opposite direction. The ground shook violently as the explosive warhead struck the surface, creating a large impact crater.
The pair had only a moment to assess the situation before the air was filled with similar shrill sounds, the southern horizon lighting up with the exhaust of dozens of projectiles being sent their way. With only a glance cast between them, both Godzilla and Mothra charged forward past the explosions of the newest bombardment of artillery. The female kaiju's speed allowed her to take lead and get the first glimpse of the rushed defenses that the aliens had set up. They had been caught sorely off guard, never believing that the humans were capable of counter attack, much less commanding their own Earth monsters to defend them. However, they were by no means defenseless on their new moon. Using the available rocky terrain to their advantage, the invaders had set up battalions of exotic artillery vehicles to stop the Earth guardians. Strange radar dish arrays, set up at the base of the small mountainous ranges, discharged streams of lightning that surged through the air towards Mothra while smaller more mobile versions released bolts of energy at Godzilla. Vehicles mounted with rockets churned their treads to propel them into position, their payloads cranking upwards before being launched towards their targets.
The smaller attacks were shrugged off by Godzilla's thick hide in his charge, though errant lightning bolts meant for Mothra would cause the giant reptile to stagger back some. This would not stand, however. The smaller vehicular radar dishes were readily trampled underfoot, and the much more nimble Mothra evaded her attackers outright before responding kind with her own eye-beam bolts of energy. As they drew closer to the mountainside defenses, whole portions of the rock face would give way to reveal hidden weapon systems and hangars behind them. Hordes of small spacecraft swarmed out in conjunction with a barrage of laser fire. Much as he had done on Earth, Godzilla struck out with his atomic breath, the metal-melting blast almost liquefying the majority of alien flyers just as they cleared the hangar. Weaving and dancing with the few remaining spacecraft, Mothra led them through a swift chase and straight into Godzilla's swinging tail. Swatted like so many flies, their engines whined and sputtered before crashing into the surrounding area. Godzilla released a satisfied roar, though Mothra did not share his pleasure. Her compound eyes saw what he yet could not. This had only been the perimeter defenses of the alien base, simple and meant only to stall while the defenses beyond were fortified further.
"Too easy," Godzilla growled, grinding a still whirring radar dish that was still attempting to discharge whatever energy it had built up. The metal groaned beneath his clawed foot, minute sparks arcing out harmlessly along the ground.
"Godzilla," she quietly chirped to get his attention, lofting her body over the next dune discreetly so that she would not be so easily spotted. Her antennae twitched and flicked this way and that as she pondered over their situation.
"Mrm?" he grunted out at her, but followed her lead. Lowering himself to a crouch, almost on all fours, he carefully clambered up the dune so that only his head peered over the mound. His own thoughts on battle were confined more towards what would be most entertaining to destroy.
The lunar surface was riddle with makeshift trenches, each one just as tenaciously defended, if not more so, than the last. Patrols of spacecraft had already taken to the skies, having learned from the mistakes of prior attacks. Something else, however, caught Mothra's attention. The enemy base itself looked nothing like the defenses around it. Surrounded by thick metal Emerging from the reinforced fortifications in the distance, where the next transporter was housed, were two towering figures that easily dominated the landscape. Using its tentacles to pull itself along the ground, a grand cuttlefish gave out a guttural shriek while a giant robot marched silently behind it. Both base defenders were approaching in direct line with the Earth guardians.
"I will deal with them. You, try to go around to get to the base," Godzilla, already foregoing the need for concealment, was climbing the rest of the way up the small dune to make his presence fully known to the enemy monsters. Almost immediately, he was being set upon by the next set of defenses, rockets and energy beams surging past and impacting the ground around him. Shrugging off whatever actually managed to hit his thick dark hide, he made sure everyone knew he was coming by roaring repeatedly.
"Godzilla," his companion scolded, though bringing herself higher into the air as well. "We have to stick together." However, he ignored her, continuing to confront the enemy. She noticed that his bravado did serve a purpose after all, beyond sating the male's need for destruction. The defenders were far too preoccupied with the raging reptile approaching, that they took no notice of the seemingly benign butterfly hovering in the air. Even if he had directed her elsewhere, Mothra would nevertheless remain near him, using the aliens' misdirected attentions to attack with impunity. As attacks were spent on Godzilla, Mothra was allowed the time and focus needed to concentrate her fire on each entrenched defender. Bunkers intended to resist heavy blows were ill-equipped for piercing beam attacks, bursting out from the cliffs like overly ripened fruit. Slowly and steadily, they had begun to turn the tide from a heated warzone to a full retreat as Godzilla flooded the trenches in radioactive energy on his way to intercept the enemy monsters. The surviving aliens that remained abandoned their posts and headed towards the next defensive perimeter.
As Gezora and the mechanical creature designated Moguera draw nearer, it became apparent to both Godzilla and Mothra that the enemy monsters had little to no regard for their masters. It was almost as if they were unaware of anything around them, save for their two enemies. Single-minded in their purpose, to confront the Earth guardians, Gezora and Moguera indiscriminately crushed and trampled anything found underneath on their way to intercept Godzilla. Moguera stopped suddenly, its head craning in jerking motions towards the Mothra as she drew closer. Strange sounds came from it, light pulsing in its eyes as if examining the giant butterfly. Erratic movements of its legs brought it to turn in her direction and begin marching forward. The machine approaching Mothra charged up its beak, vents along its surface glowing in amber energy while she spread out her wings fully, bright blue compound eyes lighting up. The cuttlefish uttered a shrill cry while extended its front-most tentacles towards Godzilla. He roared out his own challenge, the tips of his fins glowing with familiar menace. Nothing would be held back.