?: Hello again, readers. I'm not allowed to disclose my identity at the moment, but just know I'm Bio's muse. He hates me cause I don't like to work too often, even when he's got everything laid out.
I'll go ahead and address some reviews while I'm able to.
Yes, I caught that error about the First Contact War that actually shouldn't be called that. No worries, I fixed that and kicked Bio's ass doing it. Fucking idiot.
I'm sorry that you feel that way about the whole conflict in general, but lets be honest here: would you rather us stick to something even slightly resembling canon, or would you rather us completely ignore everything having to with realism and make the Big G himself fly constantly like some giant demented balloon propelled by atomic farts, and kill the Reapers?
We're writing my story the way it is for a reason, from the discrepancy in the timeline of the galaxy, to the way the Solar Union is going to handle politics with the Citadel. Sorry, but the Battle of Shanxi is honestly the best place to start up the fic, and is the most reliable in terms of setting up the background.
Also, these particular ULT Maser guns were designed to be used against the engines and weapons systems of ships, disabling them in a flurry of fire. It happens so quick, its where they got their name: Flashes. Also, while you bring up a point, Mass Effect engines would also send passive energy waves throughout the ship, heating the ship to a point above absolute zero and therefore making freezer weapons a viable strategy. Modern day space-borne ships don't have Mass Effect, so that isn't shown in real life. Obviously. And besides, why bother trying to punch through kinetic barriers while most of the Solar Union's tech completely ignores them? You gotta be efficient.
Kudos to you for catching the references to that thing! That one made Bio pretty happy, let me tell ya.
As for the appearance of Kaiju…?
:)
To the others, thank you for the positive feedback, and we'll see what we can do about cooking up some Codex entries, especially for the difference between Masers and lasers and the whole basis of thermal tech. You all just may like that.
Anyways, I hear the lazy bastard (fucking hypocrite) coming, so here's the next chapter.
Enjoy!
CH-2: A Secret
On the Surface of Shanxi
Subject: Killroy
Combat in Lull
[Music cue: Godzilla VS Biollante: Scramble]
Killroy grinned as the transport unloaded its troops out onto the field. Of course G-Force would be here, he berated himself, they were everywhere. He definitely wasn't complaining though, they knew what they were doing for sure, and had access to more advanced weapons, like the handheld MBAW emitters. He honestly couldn't wait to get his hands on one.
The grin slid off, however, once he saw the armaments carried by the elite Mutants, Xillians, Mu-ians, and Seatopians. The most destructive weapon he could see as they dispersed and eradicated the aliens were Full Metal Launchers, more suited for anti-bunker and anti-fortress ops than anti-armor or aircraft unless they aimed right and armed the missiles with a timed detonator. He could see that they had sufficient anti-infantry however, so maybe if that gunship tagged along…
Killroy's mechanized eyes then quickly spotted one man in particular. In the armor that would typically accompany a Kaiser dedicated to their VIP, he had already off-loaded with his men and was directing operations in general for the two squads unloaded to the surface. He then turned his head to the direction of Killroy, and smiled in an almost predatory fashion. This prompted grin in the exact same way to the man.
"Fancy seeing you here!" Killroy called out.
The man responded by unsheathing the bayonet supposed to be mounted on his rifle and rushing at Killroy with all the intent to kill.
Killroy quickly responded by unsheathing his own Bowie knife and meeting the charge with a block. Catching the man's bayonet on the hilt of his own knife, Killroy then twisted his hand in such a way that should have made his hand break, and which looked frankly impossible. This maneuver prompted the man to drop his knife or risk dislocating his wrist. He was then caught in a chokehold and the Bowie knife was held to his throat.
Killroy laughed at the defeated man cynically. "Heh, you honestly thought that would work even after all this time?"
"I had to try, old man, or else my reputation as a badass would have been tarnished."
Killroy held the man for a couple of seconds more before releasing his death-grip on him, allowing him to retrieve his bayonet. "Fucking old man…" the younger man uttered silently.
"Hmm? What was that Shepard? I don't think I heard what you said right now cause of all the butt-hurt I feel from you!"
"Fuck off, Killroy." Frank Shepard replied with a classic "fuck you" delivered via the ever useful right hand, his bayonet sheathed away.
The man and cyborg in disguise were well acquainted with each other, with Frank having been trained in boot camp in the ways of the warrior from one much more experienced than he could ever know. The cyborg had felt potential in Frank, and so had taken him under his wing. The last person to have ever received this blessing-in-disguise was probably controlling the defending fleet in orbit above the planet they stood on. At least, that's what Killroy thought.
"Well, are we gonna counterattack these bastards or what?" The cyborg in disguise asked wirily, cycling energy packs on his Maser GPMG as he did so. He'd already accessed the battle network across the single city on Shanxi (being a cyborg was useful like that), and he knew that the platoon of infantry stationed was already almost geared up for a counterattack, with many eager to just rush on in and kick their asses five times to Sunday.
"Well, of course. What, you thought we'd let them have a colony here or what? As if! Everyone is already geared up and ready to knock them off the planet. Apparently, they have a heavily defended fire-base established about 4 miles from the city outskirts, and we already have APC's enroute to pick us up and move us out. Probably a 3 minute drive, at most."
As they say, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Three APC's drove into the sector, their automated turrets actively seeking things to explode.
"It's time to push these assholes off our planet!"
[End Requiem. Cue music: Godzilla VS Biollante: Bio Wars]
With a whooping cheer from the elite G-Force squads, they and Killroy mounted up and headed off for the fire-base.
'I'll give you guys a proper burial after this, I promise', thought the cyborg as they peeled off towards the enemy.
XXX
In Orbit above Shanxi
Subject: Lt. Freeman
Mission: Salvage and Capture of Alien Officers in Dreadnaught
Freeman sighed nervously. Today marked the first official day of him being a Lieutenant, and aliens just had to go and invade his home-to-be. He was officially pissed off at the bullshit today had consisted of, and yet he felt more nervous than angry.
He wasn't used to leading a squad in combat like this. He had the proper training to lead one, but he knew very well that experience gained in combat outclassed simple exercises any day. He most definitely did not want to be remembered as being the reason why this op failed. He was lost as to why the brass would give him this job over anyone else, but he would do his best, fear be damned.
He will succeed, it was as simple as that.
With a heavy breath, he checked up on all his gear: Armor, check. Projectile assault rifle, check. Maser sidearm, check. Explosive devices for infantry, check.
ST Plasma Crowbar…
Check.
With a nod, he readied himself just as the transport ship boarded the dreadnaught. He gave the pilot a nod of gratitude, and the pilot opened the bay doors, flooding the once pressurized chamber with vacuum. He sent a message to his squad's visors in their hardsuits via wireless comms: If there's a breach, you know what to do. His squad replied with affirmative shakes of their heads, and he led the charge to cover in what looked like the bunks for the alien crew, taking cover behind what could have passed for bunks, welded into the floor.
Even as the rest of the squad took cover behind other bunks, a door at the far end, still relatively intact, exploded outwards, sent into a listless tumble thanks to the vacuum of space. An enemy squad of aliens entered and began firing, driving the Solar Union infantry into cover.
A Xillian next to Freeman yelled in pain as an oddly colored bullet penetrated the hardsuit, and he quickly let the synthetic skin he had adorned earlier burn away beneath the hardsuit, leaving him in his original form. Granted an extra layer of what was basically a hardsuit for the Xillians, the wounded Xillian fired back with a laser-based sidearm, the long-reaching beam tearing into the offending alien's neck and leaving him to die a quick and painful death. Freeman himself then popped out of cover and sprayed a burst at the thing next to it, but the bullets impacted onto a barrier that seemed to pop into place, stopping the projectiles at around a foot from the alien itself. Even as Freeman cursed to himself and poured more fire into the shields, the alien quickly ducked back into cover as its shields shattered and a few round tore away a section of its shoulder pauldron.
They have personal shields, so try either overwhelming fire or energy weapons. Maybe their shields can't stop energy, like their ships.
Thanking the White Moth herself for the ever convenient word bank built into the visor's HUD, he fired a long burst at an alien suppressing a Seatopian, and the burst visibly broke the shields, impacting and completely tearing through the alien. It shuddered and died on the spot.
In short order, the enemy squad was killed, though that wasn't for lack of trying on their part. With a nod of confirmation from the Xillian hit earlier, he led the squad through the bowels of the ship.
:
Now, after a fierce fifteen minutes of isolated firefights, they were at what they thought was the bridge. It was miraculously intact even after the sheer power of the weapons hitting the damned thing. Freeman could only guess that these aliens actually liked their acting officers.
There wasn't time for thought now, because when he led the breach into the bridge, many things happened.
Time seemed to slow as he took it all in.
Directly in front of him was the Captain. There was no actual evidence visible aside from the way the Captain looked imposing in a subconscious way. To its right and left were what he could only guess were his assistant officers. All three of these beings had been facing the door, and, though Freeman could not tell just what they were feeling.
He was, however, extremely aware of the two aliens to his right and left, one of which was going for the sidearm on his right.
Time sped up once more.
Try and keep up.
The alien on his right was already too slow when Freeman whipped around and kicked him onto the floor, killing it where it lay with a burst of Maser energy. He, of course, had not forgotten about the other freak behind him, as said freak grappled him, looking for grapple points on his armor.
Amateur.
Freeman threw his own head back and slammed it into the alien bastard behind him, knocking him away. Time seemed to slow again as he looked at the officers of the ship.
Who he thought was the Captain and his two officers had split into two different escape pods, seeing as how Freeman had eliminated the ambush. The crew probably wasn't aware of the escape meant for these seemingly self-entitled pricks, so Freeman had to make a choice.
His gut told him quantity, his mind told him quality.
In a rush, he sprinted after the two officers and dove into their escape pod even as his squad filed in behind him, shouting his name and firing at the escaping Captain simultaneously. The escape pod then ejected, with Freeman hitching a ride.
[+]
[End Bio Wars]
Those goddamned beings were still firing at Captain Beletemus even as he dove into the escape and ejected away. He quickly called for evac while he still could and could still remember how this all came to be.
His dreadnaught had been on patrol in the system the nearby relay had connected to when they had registered the relay coming online. In a fit of paranoia, he had ordered the ship to travel through the relay and fire upon anything foreign. All that was there was a small ship that had been quickly destroyed, though it had sent out a signal that had been noticed too late.
A mere couple of days later, after a check with his superior officer back on his homeworld, and he had begun immediate combat operations. He could even remember what the superior had said:
"These bastard primitives dare to activate a Relay without concern!? They are trying to doom us all! Kill them! Kill them all!"
The outburst had quite scared Beletemus, and he had felt quite compelled to commence a preemptive strike against these creatures, no matter how powerful they may be.
They were wrong.
He was wrong.
Even as a heavily damaged cruiser came to rescue him and escape alive, he prayed to his gods that his actions had not completely ruined the Citadel and all species associated with it.
He desperately prayed.
XXX
On the Surface of Shanxi
Sunject: Killroy
Combat in Progress-Complication
[Music cue: MegaMan Unlimited: Wily Boss Battle 2: Blood Brothers (VS ProtoMan)]
"Killroy!? Your skin, what…?"
Killroy sighed wearily even as the APC was being fired at. Explosions echoed all around, the sound of two alien tanks and a gunship wreaking havoc upon the counteroffensive established by the defenders. Despite all this, the APCs rolled onwards towards the outer walls of the fire base to establish a foothold.
Despite all this, fucking Shepard was still fawning over the ruined synthetic skin on his back like a baby over a new toy in the front of the APC. It had been burned away by the high explosive tank round fired by that one bastard of an alien armor piece.
The same one that had killed off his squad practically instantly…
"Enough, Shepard! I'll explain this shit to you later, now shut the hell up and put my damned armor back on before I shove my gun up your fucking nose!"
Frank blinked. He'd never heard his old mentor so angry before. "Is it that much of a touchy issue?"
"Yes it is, Frank. Do it. Now."
After blinking in wonder, he set the back of the armor into place, letting the armor re-magnetize with the rest of the system. "Sorry man. You pro-"
"Shut up back there! Get your asses ready to roll, G-Force!"
"Get ready, ladies!" Frank called out to his squads via wireless comms, and there was a scramble as everyone checked their gear and readied for heavy combat.
Thankfully, the driver was way too focused on making sure none of them exploded to wonder what her CO was making a fuss about.
The four APC's swerved to a stop and let the AI directed guns fire upon all valid targets, consisting of anything alien. The high rate of fire combined with the Maser's tendencies to bypass their kinetic barriers resulted in about 15 aliens being cut down like wheat, the rest too busy being suppressed to care.
The G-Force squads quickly dismounted and engaged the majority of the enemy forces head on. Overlapping fields of fire were established via APC turrets and weapons like Killroy's, and the battle began in all of its fiery glory.
Frank and Killroy, along with two other members of G-Force armed with Full Metal Launchers, drove an arrowhead into the alien defenses, securing their weapons and scraps of anything that looked important. The scientists needed something to dissect anyways, so why not indulge them? All the way, between the sharpened reflexes of both Shepard and Frank, and the heavy duty payload of the Full Metal Launchers, the enemy was quickly losing ground when caught between infantry suppressive fire and the sheer power of the group of four relentlessly gaining ground.
Then the tanks suddenly turned towards them.
The group of four dived to relative safety behind a wall made of alien material as the tanks fired slow traveling high explosive shells at the attackers. The resulting explosion washed heat and kinetic force over the group, and the boom produced popped their eardrums. "Now what!?" one of the G-Force men holding a Full Metal Launcher said.
Killroy looked grim. "No time. Trust me."
"What are you ta-"
The mech ran out from cover into the open, spraying wilding with his Maser GPMG to attract the attention of the tanks and their high explosive destruction. One tank turned its barrel towards him, but the other stayed trained on Killroy's comrades. This tank then began advancing upon their position even as infantry and a fucking alien gunship laid down suppressive fire.
No, he would not let more people die to these bastards, not if he could help it.
"I've had enough of this!"
In a fit of rage at the thought of losing his old student and G-Force companions, he threw his GPMG at the general direction of his allies (Better to let them hold it than the alien assholes) and he leapt onto the tank, climbing over the barrel and going to the rotary turret guiding it. Burning off the synthetic skin on his hand, he allowed his strength as a mech to shine through, punching clean through the armor plating and pulling out a rather terrified alien, who was acting as a gunner for the tank. Knocking it unconscious and throwing it, once again, in the general direction of his allies, he then pulled a grenade and dropped it down the hole he had made with his fist before throwing himself clear of the explosion.
This was a good move, as the tank erupted in a brilliant explosion of light and heat, instantly killing the aliens inside and ruining the tank completely.
Meanwhile, as Killroy had become the bait, Frank had grabbed the Full Metal Launcher from the man who had spoken earlier and gave him his own Maser DMR.
"Cover me, would ya?"
With that, he readied the launcher and popped out of cover, firing a super-penetrating missile towards the enemy's front. The missile completely tore through the front bulge of the tank, detonating inside the tank and turning the tank into what was a larger fragmentation grenade.
Before he could retrieve his DMR, however, a blinding pain tore through his arm and side, driving him to the ground in pain, blood pouring from the claw wounds that had managed to tear through the weaker and more flexible parts of his super-dense armor.
Above him stood an alien, its features contorted into something that Frank could swear was rage. At him? At his species? At not killing the Terran in front of him? Frank didn't know, and likely would not ever know.
Resigned to his death, he closed his eyes and waited for the end.
What he got was a yell of pain and a grunt of rage.
[+]
Saren Arterius was running after his brother, desperately trying to get him to fall back, board the transport shuttle, and leave the planet. His brother had been overwhelmed with rage at the uselessness of his subordinates, and was itching to go lead them directly. When he was told by the only surviving cruiser's captain that they needed to fall back, the General had picked up his rifle and ran off.
The fact that Saren may have been considered a traitor by his actions never registered with the Turian; he just wanted to bring his brother to safety and fight these blasphemous primitives another day, no matter the cost.
What he saw next would forever change his life.
The future Spectre witnessed a bipedal being running at speeds that seemed impossible to organics, with every single intent visible to kill the brother that had just struck down the creature in heavy armor.
Saren raised his own rifle and began firing his Mass Effect-powered weapon, only to receive a shock as the high-power slugs that would have dropped any organic were shrugged off, sparking harmlessly off of its armor. Another burst proved no more effective, the being's head somehow deflecting the bullets impacting it.
Then his brother was impaled through his chest from behind by the being's fist covered in green energy.
Saren yelled in rage and fired his rifle at his brother's murderer at full auto. He fired until his rifle overheated, and then pulled out his sidearm and continued firing until that overheated too.
The being stood tall, in defiance of every single thing that should have killed it. Saren roared a challenge, but before he could pounce his new-found prey, the creature whipped around and caught him on one arm, stalling his charge to a screeching halt. He was then thrown 10 meters away, where it removed its hand from his brother and turned to look at him.
Green energy still covered the hand that had impaled Saren's brother, and the creature opened his fist, palm first, pointing at the Turian.
The resulting explosion knocked Saren cold, where he was quickly pulled away by two other Turians onto the transport ship to be sent to the med-bay on the wounded cruiser.
[+]
[End Blood Brothers]
Jet Jaguar watched coldly as the alien was dragged away, his head and back sore from the bullets he was forced to deflect. He had originally thought that he didn't need to go mech today, but fate obviously had different plans for him. He lowered his glowing palm as the rest of the G-Force squads, minus those who were only wounded, moved up and began securing wounded as prisoners and capturing technology.
"K-K-Killroy…?"
The cyborg in question sighed remorsefully and turned to his old friend. The two men wielding Full Metal Launchers from earlier had already lain him down on the ground, tending to his gash and holding him steady until medical staff from the city could make it and properly fix him.
Frank looked like absolute shit, bleeding from his side and looking like the world's stiffest drink would do nothing to ease his suffering. Killroy knew why he was even bothering to stay conscious though, and while Killroy could just use the typical "experimental weapons" excuse for the G-Force squad members, Frank was a different story.
Goddamnit, Frank.
"Do you mind if I explain later, Frank? You're still kinda bleeding," said Killroy, looking grim and resigned at the knowledge Frank was about to hold. The wounded man nodded shakily and promptly fainted, as if on cue.
XXX
In Orbit above Shanxi
Subject: Captain Killian Gordon
Combat: Finished: Success
[Music cue: MegaMan Zero: Captive Legend]
"We did it, guys," No. 13 panted into the fleet-wide comm system. "Enemy was repelled, send a status report to the Captain. Take a breather, we all deserve it."
The Mu-ian turned to his Captain, and Killian Gordon nodded towards him. With a grateful nod, the agent of Mu departed from the bridge, deciding to himself that his bed was very good.
Gordon sighed, tension of a battle hard fought leaving him. Status reports were already filing back in, and what he got weren't as bad as he thought it had gone.
The team that had boarded the dreadnaught had captured much in the way of technology, and while their Lieutenant went literally and figuratively overboard, they DID manage to capture an officer once the escape pod had landed, though one had mysteriously disappeared, and Freeman was very adamant on NOT answering what had happened. Gordon was not worried, however: he was pretty damn sure Freeman had a reason, so he intended to see him after all this was through.
The battle on the ground had gone over well, in the end. While the defense forces had originally been pushed back to the middle ring of the city, the timely arrival of G-Force had helped turn the tides, and even more technology was captured from the enemy firebase, as well as military POWs. Something told Gordon that the scientists may actually go overboard this time, and he dreaded to hear about the ensuing mess once the aliens had expended their usefulness.
The battle in space, however, was one battle that he really didn't like to think about.
According to the reports, the Solar Union had lost about 35 percent of its total Flash forces, but over a fifth of the pilots had already been recovered with over fifty percent still transmitting from their transponders, while the Mothership had lost about 50 percent of its own drone forces.
The arm panel on Gordon's command chair cracked under the force of the fist slamming into it.
Gordon shook himself: there was no need to get upset, even though these losses were absolutely unacceptable except when fighting Space Gyaos. He would face whatever tune the higher-ups would play, and he'd dance so well they'd have no choice but to put him on the front lines for the counter-offensive.
He will exterminate these alien bastards, no matter the cost.
This, he knew.
XXX
2099, S.U. Standard
Enemy forces attacking Shanxi were repelled with some loss of life. Subjects Killroy and Frank Shepard relatively unscathed.
Within several weeks, it is unanimously decided that a counteroffensive be launched. Anti-Kaiju mech models M.O.G.U.E.R.A and MKG, along with mass-produced Gigan and MG-1 models are to be set as spearhead for offensive.
VIPs agree to help if it is needed.
XXX
2147, Galaxy Standard
Turian forces engage in armed conflict with new governing body consisting of at least two species. Combat forces underestimated combat potential of enemy and were soundly defeated with heavy losses.
Surviving Captain of the dreadnaught Reprisal spoke of a spinal cannon that tore directly through the front armor of his dreadnaught and all the way through his ship. Also spoke of energy weapons and super-powerful infantry designed to combat "anything".
Matriarch Benezia ignores the orders of the Council and sets off to go see if the new government is willing to talk on peaceful terms. If she fails, galactic war threatens the Council and her member species.
Probability of survival or success:
Unknown.
XXX
Outer Space, Artefact 0
Subject: ?
Potential Combat
[End Captive Legend]
"Miss, the fleet's got a signal."
"On-screen, Guardsman."
In a poorly lit bridge, a main screen lit up, illuminating the figure of a being never seen before by the modern eye. Her practiced and ever watchful eye meticulously scanned the readings being received by the fleet.
"A new signal? Is this species peaceful? Are they trying to trick us?" she thought out loud, musing over the limited possibilities. Though she could only hope for the best in the end.
"Ma'am, the unknown ship is broadcasting a signal."
The main screen opened another window, and this showed the small alien craft in front of the fleet broadcasting a looped video image of what looked like a blue-skinned human female waving to the viewer. "At least they're humanoid, right?" the figure asked wirily to her guards, prompting a chuckle to rumble from a couple of the more laid-back men and women.
"Well, I say give them a chance. No point in attempting to start another war if what they want is to talk. Tell Killian that I want him to hold off on engaging."
The Guardsman from earlier nodded and sent the requested message to the Captain, then blinked in surprise. "Ma'am, your brother agrees with you, surprisingly. As does your cousin and our old friend. They all are on stand-by, but they're all willing to give this new species a chance, at least for now."
The majestic figure nodded before getting up from her command chair, her wings unfurling slightly from their resting position.
"I'll be boarding them to say hi then. If you feel like following along, take your Aegis."
With that, the being set out to the transport shuttle set to dock with the alien envoy with a few of her guards in tow, and the rest running for their ships.
She really hoped that she didn't have to do anything drastic.
[+]
Matriarch Benezia was the definition of calm, looking stout and resolute as the so-called primitives docked with her scout ship and prepared to board her. Her personal guards, the Asari Commandos, were all stationed in optimal places around the place of meeting, ready to fire in case things turned violent.
Though they all knew that there was no hope for them should that actually occur. It was only her small ship versus an entire fleet, after all. She held no doubts that if talks failed, she would quickly be blasted to bits, and the Council she came to represent would be tested harshly.
Naturally, that was NOT what she wanted to happen.
'They're here,' she thought to herself.
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Killian Gordon walked into what very easily could be a trap like a man walking on a sidewalk, and he knew inwardly that doing so might just get him killed.
When one is backed by deities, however, one can't help but feel ridiculously powerful.
When the newly formed Solar Union had started expanding across their little slice of space with the Xillians, most of the Kaiju on Earth, like Goji and Anguirus, began hibernating. No one was aggravating them, and the Kaiju themselves saw no reason to antagonize the Earth anymore. However, some Kaiju, specifically those capable of living in vacuum, left Earth and followed the humans and their Xillian allies.
Mothra. Battra. Biollante. Gamera. A mutated form of the Gyaos. A revived Iris.
They all appeared to the humans once more at varying times for varying reasons. Biollante because she had become fully sentient (though could not remember her life as a human), Mothra and Gamera to defend the species that was so full of potential with their aptitude for science, Battra and what would come to be known as the Space Gyaos to kill off humanity. Iris had shown herself, but had quickly left the solar system, set off to do whatever it was she was reborn to do.
A secret meeting of the S.U.'s top officials and the other Kaiju, excluding the Gyaos, led to a secretly established pact set to be revealed to the public much later in the future, at an undecided date.
Mothra, Battra, Gamera, and Biollante would become their own separated body, a form of government within the S.U. that would be self-governing and representative of the Kaiju currently known. All who could take a human form, excluding Gamera, would take such a form until they were forced to defend themselves. Small platoons of Kaisers were set to guard them, and under a swearing of secrecy they did so with the utmost gusto, as long as they respected or even were friendly with the so-called VIPs they were set to guard.
Naturally, the four were forced to bring this up with the other Kaiju to see if such an arrangement with the humans they had waged war against was ok. Most agreed just to get back to hibernating, though some were actually interested in the new world they found themselves in and "asked" for permission to explore it without being fired upon.
The four's biggest problem was the King himself though, and according to his guards, he was indeed quite irritated about being awakened.
"I'm pretty confident in my assumption that an area about as large as India would have been destroyed utterly had fighting broken out," testified one such Guardsman.
In the end, the King had grudgingly agreed to the arrangement, though he is the only one that ever rampages against the humans at the current day and age.
In the end, though, Killian Gordon was never happier than now to have Mothra and Battra right behind him, ready to meet these aliens. The two deities were back on the Solar Union shuttle, ready to board at a word from both Killian and the Guardsmen. Battra was being his typical angry self towards everyone and anyone, while Mothra was the polar opposite of her brother, exuding a warm feeling of comfort and stability through her attunement to the Mana of the Earth and its residents. All of the Guardsmen were relaxed but alert, however. They were very used to the human avatars, seeing as how the most senior member had about 10 years of experience.
The first thing that Killian and the Guardsmen noticed was the same alien that had appeared in the video, her hands behind her back and a small smile on her face. Another of the same species was behind her, her head bowed in what appeared to be a deferential way.
Gordon smiled wide, like his father before him, staring potential death in the face.
"Hey, sweetheart."
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[A/N]
Bio here. Sorry for letting my muse entertain you all while I was busy with my Pre-Cal, I'm sure he was a huge bore for you all.
What he said is true however: we will see if we can get Codex entries up for the tech and whatnot, and next chapter will feature some more interesting developments.
If you guys got any questions, ask them in the messaging system or email, or just leave them in a review. Constructive criticism is great, but flames shall be consumed by the black pit of deletion.
Say bye, you fucking idiot.
?: Bye-bye, everyone.
Good boy.
?: Fuck you.
No thanks, I'm not interested. Thanks for the offer though.
Bio out.