Chapter 0: The world changes
Author's note: Umm, hi guys. How long has it been? Sorry about this :(
But enough of that, let's go! Thanks to XilianXFan for your continued support and patience. And enjoy this chapter!
For the next days, Ozaki and his friends were occupied to the utmost with restoring their world to its former glory. And what better place to start than Tokyo itself, their home?
They began by clearing away debris, looking for survivors. However, Tokyo, like pretty much every known area with a human population, had been attacked by the Xilians. Because it was such a major city, it had been attacked by the whole shebang: a massive fleet of Xilian drones, and several kaiju. Some of the smaller settlements were luckier and only were affected by drones, as they found out later.
In Tokyo, most of the days ended up being spent among the dead. They'd try to identify the bodies, but often failed. When they did, they'd broadcast the fact on the nightly news they were running from the TV channel they set up. If anyone out there was still alive, they'd see. And they'd know they weren't alone. Ozaki and the others never gave up hope that there were still some out there.
And eventually, they started finding people who were still alive. Most of them were injured, but most of those injured would heal with time and medical care. Thank god Miyuki's minor in college had been medicine. And thank god even more that the Gotengo's med-bay was still functional. Ozaki had trouble going in there without being overwhelmed by memories, but the others spent a lot of time there visiting with the injured. For those who would not survive their injuries, they provided comfort.
After awhile, they began to move beyond Tokyo. Their support base increased, as did the ranges of skills these new people had. Eventually, through increased rescue missions and contact with people thanks to one survivor's skills with technology. Her abilities even allowed them to restore the world wide web, which the Xilians had somehow disrupted so badly that the whole world experienced an internet shortage. However, when it was back online, their abilities to contact survivors increased dramatically.
And one day, when Ozaki finally took stock of who was left, he found that a million people had survived.
Those million people banded together to rebuild their world, starting with Tokyo. Being very environmentally conscious (and not wanting to repeat the mistakes their civilization had first made), Ozaki and MIyuki set strict rules to ensure their new civilization was less harmful to the environment than the old one had been. This killed two birds with one stone, for Godzilla's old dislike for the humans seemed quenched.
Then came the discussion of politics. It was agreed among the survivors willing to think of matters of state that there would no longer be independent countries. Perhaps cities would retain some degree of autonomy, but the United Nations was now the main governing body. It was comprised of a representative from each city who worked together to solve world issues, particularly to keep the world safe from the Xilians, for Ozaki was sure they'd be back. However, the only Xilian attacks were small-scale ones: a flock of drones here and there, a couple of probes even, but nothing beyond that. Godzilla dispatched them easily, occasionally with help from the EDF, which was also rebuilt and altered. It seemed as though Godzilla's opinion on the humans was slightly more positive, for he never once chased after the humans. Ozaki, now head of the EDF, made sure this gesture was repaid. The two forces coexisted peacefully at last.
As did the rest of the world. There were no more wars, or major conflicts of any type. There were no environmental issues, thanks to the new, greener technology. As a matter of fact, many of the issues that had plagued the world prior to the kaiju apocalypse were gone.
Good thing, too. Ozaki had enough to worry about. The threat of a major Xilian invasion force returning was ever on his mind.
Good thing, too. As the days turned to weeks, which turned to months, which turned to years, it felt to the perceptive keizer that the world was holding it's breath.
As though the worst was yet to come.