Chapter Three
At Area 51, the people were on edge. That was because ever since King Ghidorah had arrived, the dorats kept at the secret base had grown increasingly savage and had begun to mutate, despite the best efforts of Professor Rosalinda to get them back to normal. Some of the more dangerous of the infant Ghidra had been killed as a result of this; with the recent escalation of the Monster Wars, there had even been talk of killing them all to prevent any more King Ghidorahs from cropping up. Rosy, however, had opposed this out of love for her "babies," or so they had once been, and had said that if they couldn't cure them, that then they should just lock them away. What happened next as a result of what had happened last would put such feelings to the test.
At the mythic base, people were just going about their respective businesses and the like when it happened. In a certain part of the base, a large explosion rocked a hallway and the lab coat wearing scientists were all thrown to the ground. On getting up, the people there gasped and panicked as they saw a hideous three-meter tall, two headed green dorat come out with thick haze from a huge hole in the wall. A few people weren't fast enough and the ravenous monster managed to grab hold of them and eat them. One of the Area 51 scientists managed to keep his wits about him and ran around a corner as he pulled out his cell phone. "General? …General Spielburg thank God its you!"
"What is it?" asked the concerned military man as he sat as his desk. "Is about that explosion that just happened?"
Even as the scientist heard the old soldier's remark, klaxons began blaring. "It is sir! The Dorats have escaped! There on the loose and out for blood!"
"You damn egghead, are you serious? …My God, give me your coordinates so I can send in a security team and… Hello? Hello?"
The General's voice rang out from the phone thrown on the ground but was too late. Even as the cell phone rang again and again, there was the blood curdling scream of a man and the horrific screech of a monster. With that, a spray of blood splattered all over the phone and the floor.
At that moment and not so far away, a much more pacific conversation was going on, though one oddly connected to what had just happened. In the tiny town of Rachel, Nevada, there is a small bar and grill owned by Joe Travis and his wife, Pat, called the Little A`le`inn. For years it had been just another dusty watering hole in just another desert town, a town of less than two hundred. That, however, had changed when a man named Bob Lazer went on Las Vegas KLAS-TV in 1989.
In the TV interview, Lazar had told investigative reporter George Knapp that he had worked at a place called Area 51 and had seen alien bodies there. To prove his claim, he had taken people to a black mailbox off of Nevada's Highway 375 where strange lights had been seen in the sky. (However, so many people signed the Black Mailbox, that the owner painted it white. It was still called the Black Mailbox, though.) With that, people began coming and had stopped at the Travis's bar and grill which, bit by bit, become a home for UFO true believers. At the moment the common band of UFO enthusiasts were there engaging in their usual past time: aliens.
"I'm telling you, the government's hiding something there at Area 51!"
A man in a cowboy hat shook his head as he scooped up some salted peanuts from a saucer shaped bowl. "No way, according to 'Super Mystery Magazine' and 'Fate,' psychics have astrally projected themselves inside and they saw it really is just an airplane testing range."
His friend took a large gulp of beer from his mug. "That's what they want you to think. If they aren't trained at Japan's Psionics Research Institute, then they're working for the man. Remember how Lazar knew just a little too much and went on to be accused of being a disinformation agent? Sure the successor to Hanger 18 built stealth technology back in the late 70s and early 80s but its like what Joe Travis here says, that's just the tip of the iceberg. And yeah, I've heard the naysayers go and blab that with all the weird things in the world, from giant monsters and Mu to the Garoga War and Zone Fighter, that the US government wouldn't have a reason to keep it secret. But the feds are a bunch of paranoid weirdos and they're trying to reverse engineer the tech there to advance America's own! It's a conspiracy I tell you. Remember, Emmerich thought that King Ghidorah's sphere was a cache of technology and he opened it?"
The cowboy groaned. "Don't remind me." He then paused before continuing and asked, "Wait a minute, Japan did that with the tech it salvaged from the Mysterian invasion… If Japan did that, then why hasn't the US developed giant robots or maser jets or things like that and why has it kept the Roswell crash secret for so long?"
The beer man took another chug from his mug and responded. "Maybe American scientists are just a bunch of nitwits. But even though America hasn't built giant robots and the like by itself, maybe getting the Roswell tech led it to build the tech it does have. Besides, the Mysterians came with tech for an invasion, they had an armada so of course the Japanese were able to reverse engineer it into weapons and attack vehicles they have. However, I can explain the second part better.
"I mean think of it. The alien ship crashes at Roswell in 1947 way before Godzilla comes and things get freaky. I mean sure, crazy things were happening with foo fighters and Nazi wizards and Godzillasaurus in 'Weird' War II but they were all kept secret. Before that, yeah the public knew about Kong and the Lost World but they were nothing compared to what we we're talking about. The ship lands at Roswell and the Pres. wants to keep a lid on it and hide it from the Ruskies and keep folks from going bonkers. Mysterians come and we all find out that aliens are real but the US government thinks 'we tell the truth now and people will say why didn't we come clean earlier?' It also gives them a bonus."
"That being?" asked the cowboy, his gaze following a cute waitress wearing an alien motif T-shirt.
"If the place doesn't exist then they can do anything they want because those things never happened! Remember in 1992 when an Area 51 employee called Robert Frost got sick? He was burning up and his skin was peeling off and the doc said that he could only be cured if he was told what he got sick with. He wasn't told what was up and he died because the place he got sick at 'didn't exist.' Then his buddies 'John Does I-IV' got sick too and, with lawyer Jonathan Turley, sued the US government to find out what they were sick with. Same thing… it just doesn't exist. Who knows what else the feds are doing there?"
The cowboy took off his hat and looked at an alien shaped salt shaker. "Maybe. Hey, do you want to go through the pictures John Green took of Sasquatch? I printed them off of 'Ben S. Roesch's Cryptzoology' webpage."
The beer man eagerly nodded. "Sure! He's the Canadian guy isn't he?" His friend nodded. "Hey, I was thinking of going to the Area 51 border to snap some pics of Dreamland. Wanna come with me after this?"
The cowboy smiled as he took the pictures from his backpack. "You bet buddy."
The two men poured over the Bigfoot photos. As he looked over them and held them in his hands, the beer man said, "I wonder how Green would perform in Star Falcon?"
The cowboy shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know but I doubt that he could do better than Santos does in that thing."
Speaking of the devil, at that moment, Star Falcon was cruising over the boiling, cauldron like Canadian half of Lake Ontario. American and Canadian Air Forces had seeded the northern coast of the lake with all manner of depth charges and torpedoes in an effort to eradicate the unborn demon spawn that had been placed there. As Tomas Santos, Star Falcon's pilot, looked out of his plane, he grimly noted the mutilated larval corpses that bubbled up from the depths. The plan had succeeded.
After her adopted colony along with her "father," Inagos, had been destroyed by King Ghidorah, the former Meganulon had tried to start anew and had at least managed to reclaim the tattered remnants of the Swarm after the demon had abandoned it. What little there was left of it anyway the three-headed monster had driven it into the ground in the American Campaign of the Monster Wars. In any case, Megaguirus had left her Swarm's traditional stomping grounds in hopes of finding less hostile territory; she'd seemingly found it in Canada. Like some giant mosquito, Megaguirus had tried to use one of the Great Lakes as a breeding pond in an effort to raise a new army for Swarm Wars III. With NORAD tracking her movements as it had King Ghidorah and G-Force North America ready to fight, she had, however, failed but it wasn't a defeat that she would take lightly as the larva would have been a new Swarm for her.
As for Santos, he was patrolling the full moonlit skies around the lake shore and looking for Megaguirus; she was, as of yet, unaccounted for. However, on being alerted by his plane's computers that there was something else in the air, he quickly checked his radar and saw that it was just another C-5 Galaxy transport plane. He craned his neck to look out of the cockpit to see for himself and saw it; the giant flier was undoubtedly bringing in several hundred more soldiers to help secure the area. Good, thought Santos. Although what few Swarm insects that Megaguirus had brought with her north to Toronto, Canada, had been destroyed, there were still a few holdouts here and there amidst the ruined city.
"Land MOGUERA to Star Falcon, come in, over."
The Lieutenant Santos adjusted the microphone of his comm-set and spoke up. "Star Falcon here, over."
Standing on top of the mammoth tank, Fuji spoke up. "Sir, the men have reported seeing something big and ugly running around in High Park but it keeps disappearing. We don't know what it is but high command wants you to check it out with your plane's infrared sensors. As for Glen and myself, we'd go but our vehicle was severely damaged in the last battle. And don't worry about Megaguirus; we already have some helicopters coming in to check the skies. We need you, we'll call you back, over."
Santos unconsciously nodded even as he banked Star Falcon westwards. "Affirmative. I'm heading there immediately, over and out."
The soldier quickly reached the target area and as he did so, he lowered his plane's velocity to better scan the ground. He reflexively turned on his radar and infrared sensors even as he looked out to see the park below. Neither sight nor radar nor infrared showed anything in the night except for brief periods where something flared in and out of visibility. Yet from what he saw, Santos saw that it seemed to be an extremely large, building sized living thing, or a kaiju. From the fact that this was Canadian soil and that it was disappearing at will, he had some idea of precisely which kaiju it was. At this the man smiled.
However the smile quickly disappeared when he heard an ominous buzz. He immediately braced himself for battle when a blur turned into a vaguely reptilian, wrathful, and hideous face covered in a jagged exoskeleton hovering right in front of his plane's cockpit. Santos saw this and opened full fire at the beast but Megaguirus was swift, far too swift, and dodged the fire by a mile. "HQ to Star Falcon, HQ to Star Falcon, Megaguirus is in you area, over!"
The soldiering son of the Secretary General smirked and said, "Yeah, I think I've noticed that. I am now in pursuit of the monster, over and out." At that, Star Falcon's afterburners were engaged and it immediately began a deadly twisting aerial pursuit. Even though Santos had seen Megaguirus before, she was still just as hideous. As if some perverted purple cross between a dragonfly, a scorpion, and a bat, she had a long narrow body whose abdomen ended in a stinger, two long pairs of leathery scalloped wings, red compound eyes, and a pair of pincer like claws held out in front of her body.
The super plane rocketed after the monster insect at top speed back and forth above the skies of the city of Toronto in a desperate cat and mouse game. They quickly saw that they were going east on King Street and that Megaguirus sprinted past the nearly two thousand feet tall spire that was the CN Tower. What they saw was that the bug had used her razor wings to leave a dangerously large slice in the tower so that it could fall like a cut tree and crush Star Falcon as it passed by it. Santos saw this and dived below, thus barely managing to get past it though rubble showered it all the while. Megaguirus saw this and seemingly cursed.
Thinking to go on the offensive, Tomas Santos fired with the Falcon's energy weapons but his enemy managed to duck into the cluster of skyscrapers, ducking and weaving all the while. It had done this sure that Star Falcon would not be able to follow but follow it did, banking, barrel rolling, and shooting all the while. The monster hadn't trained to fly in such an area, unlike her foe, and was thus in major trouble. Angry at how her plan was, in fact, working against her, Megaguirus shot out of the building cluster and up into the air, just above the skyscrapers, with the Falcon in hot pursuit.
But before Santos could open fire, the monster insect commenced a sonic attack with the humming of its wings. Even as the super plane moved forwards, it began shaking and was suddenly frozen in its place; in the cockpit, Santos was safe from the earsplitting attack, but the instruments alongside him quickly began short-circuiting. Megaguirus took advantage of this and rushed forwards and began a physical assault with its pincers and stinger, her wings keeping the sonic attack up all the while. The hovering Star Falcon was quickly being rocked and its outer skin was being increasingly deformed. It seemed as it was on the ropes when all of a sudden something invisible scrambled vertically across the buildings, leaping and fairly ricocheting its way upwards with falling debris to mark its passage. With a horrific thud that barely left the Star Falcon able to hover, it leapt from the plane, made itself visible, and fell on Megaguirus with an attack that sent them both falling to the ground.
With each monster biting and clawing the other all the while as it fell between the skyscrapers, they finally crashed down with Megaguirus on the bottom. As for her foe, it got up and was revealed to be the silver wolf of Canada: Lupis. Looking at his prostrate foe, he began coldly pacing on all fours around her. Slowly and deliberately, the gargantuan silver maned, white streaked wolf looked to see if there was any sign of movement, ready to strike at a moment's notice. On seeing this, Star Falcon used its jets to descend vertically between the buildings near the two monsters. The beautiful creature monster seemed aloof and unmoved by any sign of passion in looking at its enemy even as it kept its tail raised and ears pricked; a clear sign of readiness.
Now out of Star Falcon and on top of it, Lieutenant Santos spoke into the miniature microphone in his helmet. "HQ, you remember that thing you saw that kept disappearing? I found it and it's the wolf monster Lupis. He must have been able to stay hidden all this time because of the full moon amplifying his powers."
Watching this, Tomas he was slightly confused on seeing old lobo anywhere near Toronto. As UNGCC and those who worked for it knew, the mysterious wolf monster had haunted the north of Canada for decades. However, as Santos checked his machine and saw that its weapon's systems had been disabled by the insect's ultrasonics, he thought that if Lupis had stood against King Ghidorah, why not against this enemy? Indeed, Lupis must have been the disturbance that the Canadian Armed Forces had detected swimming from his frosty home in northern Quebec's Ungava Peninsula along the eastern coast of Hudson Bay and into James Bay. It was quite a relief as UNGCC had been worried that they would have yet another monster to worry about.
As for the silver wolf, his vigilance was well chosen when its injured foe groggily tried to force itself back on its feet. A creature with a steel fist and a glass jaw, it was rather surprising that such a fall hadn't killed Megaguirus; after all, it had almost done so to her opponent. The limp and scars he carried showed that despite the months that had passed, Lupis still hadn't recovered from the beating he had received from King Ghidorah. His bloody right eye was just a mass of scar tissue and bones were still broken. Yet such injuries would not stop the beast from protecting his land and those with whom he shared it.
With that, Lupis immediately reared back on his hind legs and held out his front legs, ready for battle with Megaguirus. However, he made no move to finish off his evil and relentless enemy but instead let it get back to its feet. That was because she was helpless and the wolf would kill no one on her knees. On the ground, the insect monster looked up with eyes full of hate to the enemy looming over her; he had done this to her and she saw him motion with his canine head away from the city. The message was clear; if she were to leave this place and not return, she would be unharmed.
The injured Megaguirus understood this and painfully tried to lift off with broken wings. On seeing that his foe had accepted this gesture of mercy, Lupis turned his back on the enemy and walked away, trusting her to leave unharmed. That was a mistake with how she immediately got back up to retaliate. On feeling a pincer pierce the fur and flesh of his back, the wolf cried as hot blood gushed out. He cried out his agony, feeling pain and the sting of betrayal but as he did that, the noble Lupis was filled with righteous wrath and whipped around to fight. On his hind legs, he savagely struck the treacherous beast with the claws on his strong front paws and snapped with his teeth the way a bear would. He gripped one of the pincers with his fangs and shook with all his might thus tearing it from the monster's body. Megaguirus wailed at this and kept up her mad suicidal attack, lashing out with her remaining pincer even as she tried to hook in her stinger. The wolf immediately retaliated by breaking her jaw with a paw swipe.
However, Megaguirus managed to impale her stinger through the wolf's belly to steal his strength and make him suffer. Feeling its strength sucked out of it, the wolf threw its head back as it felt its belly torn up and blood spill out in torrents. It was then that Lupis shockingly looked to Santos with a warning look on his face. At that, the human felt fear and rushed into his plane's cockpit, closing it behind him, and told everyone in the area to cover their ears. On realizing whom it was that was about to do it, everyone did as Santos asked because very soon the wolf howled.
The wolf howl is one of the most beautiful and, at the same time, most frightening things a man can hear. Such a cry came from a wolf a thousand times greater than one of his lesser cousins and the cry was in proportion to its owner. As the howl cut through the city, electronics short-circuited and windows were broken; the effect, however, was far more terrible on those that suffered to hear it. Those that heard it felt it cut like a dagger into their minds and felt all they knew tear apart and turn upside down. Those who managed to cover their ears were fortunate enough to escape with mere confusion and drunkenness. As for Megaguirus, she suffered effects much worse.
Since she was at ground zero and exposed to its full effects, she saw nightmares come to life and felt herself tortured and killed ten times over. Writhing in imaginary agony and falling into dementia, Megaguirus crookedly flew away in mad panic. She felt herself ground into paste, she smelled her flesh burning off, and she saw herself revert to a maggot, tortured and killed by King Ghidorah after seeing the Swarm destroyed once again. It was in this deranged state of permanent insanity that the insect lost all control of herself before finally crashing under the waters of the Great Lake.
With white and silver now stained crimson, Lupis sadly looked towards to the lake as if with a sense of remorse at what it had done. Even so, the bipedal wolf turned towards the human on the machine that had stood against the evil and malformed insect with a pleased look on its expressive mammalian face. Lupis saw that the human was an honorable soul who, along with his fellow humans, had fought evil in order to safeguard the innocent. By that time the human alpha male was joined with the other smiling members of his pack and they all looked to the silver wolf with a feeling of gratitude (even though some of them still staggered from the howl). The silver wolf also saw that the humans had fought not only here but in many places against an even greater evil, the three-headed monster as part of the Monster Wars.
Sadly, it showed from how he winced when he went back down on all fours that this was a war that the silver wolf would not be able to fight. The fight with Megaguirus had reopened wounds that had yet to heal from his battle with King Ghidorah and had even made new ones. With fur hot and wet and sticky from stinking gore, Lupis painfully tried to lick a wound on his front paw; he then looked up to see the full moon and limped off into the darkness to recover under Luna's light. On seeing this, Lieutenant Santos walked towards him full of worry in hopes of making him stay. At this, the man's comrades, Glen and Fuji, held him back. They shook their heads and knew that the wolf had his own ways and that he would heal in his own time. With that, the men there saw Lupis fade away into the night. The silver wolf only hoped that the man that had fought alongside him would be able to win without him.
Meanwhile, far away in the Nevada desert, two friends were at Tikaboo Peak, overlooking Area 51. It was already dark as they got comfortable on lawn chairs and looked twenty six miles east towards with their binoculars. The cowboy adjusted his hat and opened a bag of peanuts as the beer man reached into the cooler to take out a can of Miller Lite, despite the high altitude cold. The pair checked their night vision binoculars; they saw nothing. Well, whatever they were looking for would come soon enough, whether it was an alien saucer or an experimental plane. The cowboy temporarily turned his eyes away from the base and squinted through his binoculars to see his friends in the Interceptors—Area 51 enthusiasts that favored the airplane theory—getting comfortable in their lawn chairs.
As the beer man and the cowboy looked out at the desert base by moonlight, they couldn't have known that the object of their attentions had been under attack from within. They couldn't have known that the escaped dorats were on the rampage, killing everyone in sight—nor even what a dorat was. True, they and the other watchers of the base may have asked what was happening with the lights flickering on and off or was what causing the fires burning here and there. What had happened was that the Ghidra spawn had escaped from their prison and had killed their wardens.
It was because half a world away, King Ghidorah had absorbed all the destructive energies of a black hole that the humans had sought to use against him. As such, his power had spiked in an unprecedented way and had affected all those of his evil blood within the world of Earth. As such, the dorats had become miniature nightmare versions of their "father" capable of nothing but destruction, proving it with how they had killed the very people who had given them life. Yet as it was with their father, that was not enough because it was never enough; instead, they were filled by a mad lust for destruction and they killed and destroyed all they saw. By now, the base was in ruins and the security forces sent to fight the evil had been slaughtered, nearly all were dead and all was lost.
However, that changed for the cowboy and the beer man because they soon had an idea at what happened. There was a massive explosion at the surface of the base that lit the night as bright as day and flattened everything for miles away. The two UFO enthusiasts and all their comrades, near and far, were blown off of their lawn chairs. Their faces illuminated by the light of several explosions rocking the base, they looked on in fear and shock as people there and at the base began running for their lives. That was none too soon as the dorats erupted from the fire and flew out into the sky like glowing embers.
The cowboy helped his friend to his feet and the beer man pointed in terror as the monsters wafted amidst fire and smoke and flew out in all directions. They looked at the monsters and knew that King Ghidorah was going to have a little help.