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Monster King: Glad you're enjoying this so far.

DJ Rodriguez: Well, I recommend to go to the series wiki. Look up Maria Calavera and Nicholas Schnee. Looking forward to hear more from you.

wertzm928: Thanks. Hope you'll enjoy this.

Guest: Well, you're not far off about 1954 Gojira's origins. But what you're thinking is more of Heisei Godzilla's origin. 1954 Gojira was already a Kaiju before the Atomic Bomb testing in the Pacific. Now, from what I've read, Dust does emit small amounts of radiation. And "Dust Ray?" Hmm, I'll consider calling it that. Now I admit, you bring up a good idea for Gojira's character development for further down the line. This story however will not cover that because it is told through the people's point of view. I do plan to have a sequel thought.

Now I do not own Godzilla or any RWBY/Godzilla characters mentioned other than my OCs. RWBY is property of RoosterTeeth Studios Productions LLC and created by Monty Oum. Godzilla is owned by TOHO Studios Productions.

Chapter 1: October 25th, 1954

"We knew the world would not be the same A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remember the line from the Hindu Scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, 'Now I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.' I suppose we all thought that, one way or another."

-J. Robert Oppenheimer.

"Had I known the Germans would not succeed in producing an atomic bomb, I would not have lifted a finger."

-Albert Einstein

"Monsters are tragic beings. They are born too tall, too heavy, too large. They are not evil by choice. That is their tragedy. They do not attack people because they want to but because of their size and strength. Mankind has no choice but to defend himself. After such stories, people end up having a kind of affection for the monsters. They end up caring about them."

-Ishiro Honda.

Part 1: Interlude

Nicholas Schnee

There are things one cannot forget. And the one thing I know as a Huntsman of ten years of experience, in this job you can't always save everyone. Yet that truth cannot make the horrors I have seen tolerable. And I know my dear Martha is affected the same as well even if she had only seen it all in a safe distance.

The buildings on fire. The city in ruins. The military tanks firing at something that does not seem to be affected.

It's been over six months since it happened and Martha and I have decided to write it all down in this journal. We've had later gathered with our close friends and learned that they have done the same.

Martha Schnee

I should make it clear that I am not a Huntress or a soldier. So even if I didn't see the monster up close like my husband, seeing it march through Mantle and brush off anything thrown at it from a distance was horrifying in its own way. I could even feel its footsteps from my mansion. See the fire spreading throughout the city.

And its roar. . . I will never forget that roar. So haunting and monstrous. My heart goes out to those who lost their homes and loved ones when the attack happened. And for those who lost their lives, I pray that they are at peace. I hope that the future for my child and her children is bright and there will be no monster like there was in my time.

Captain Steven Ironwood

I never seen much action in my service during the Great War. In the early days after the War I had wished that I had. But now I know better. To this day, I still see the flames. The ruins. And the bodies, those images will haunt me for the rest of my days. I am forever grateful that the nightmare is over and will never forget the sacrifice my close friend made to ensure that the menace will never return.

Maria Calavera

Killing monsters is what Huntresses and Huntsmen like me do best. We fight and kill the Grimm and those creatures come in all shapes and sizes. What happened in Mantle, that. . . that's something else entirely. Dr. Polendina and Yamane have told me and David that it wasn't a Grimm. They are right. It's something worse. I pray to the Brother of Light to never see it again. If another shows up, I hope that we will be able to stop it before it kills more people than it did in Mantle.

David Brunswick

Did we win?

Did we truly win?

The monster is gone (Supposedly) but so is a good man and a lot of people died. Many have lost their homes, their loved ones. Can we really call that a victory?

I still remember the night. The night of the Monster's rampage through Mantle. The military threw everything at the beast and yet it did nothing. I remember the scent of burnt flesh. The screams of terror and pain before being abruptly silenced.

The eyes. Those burning, angry, eyes. . .

It's not a Grimm. That's what had unnerved me the most. I can handle the worse of the Creatures of Grimm but this monster was something else. Grimm don't show emotion when they stare at you. Into your soul. This monster did. It showed emotions. Anger, rage and fury.

If the god of Darkness is real, I will curse his name for creating such a monster.

Dr. Albert J. Polendina

Tragedy. That's one of many words I can use to describe the whole thing. After losing the War, Mantle was just struggling to rise back onto its own feet and tragedy struck just as things were beginning to look up. And I. . . I feel partially responsible for it all. While building a weapon to take out whole hordes of Grimm, I have ended up unleashing something else. Something worse.

For all intents and purposes, a destroyer of armies. A destroyer of cities. Perhaps even of worlds.

And I have lost a close friend.

For the rest of my days, I fear what Dr. Yamane has been saying. That there could be another out there because of the Dust bombs. I pray that he is wrong. I fear the world will not be able to handle such a creature should another creature appear.

Part 2: First Journal Entry

October 25th, 1954. . .

Captain Steven Ironwood

For me, it all started two weeks before this date. In Mantle, the City Hall was getting reports after reports that civilian ships were going missing at sea between the continents of Anima and Solitas. Distress calls were received but they were all cut off in transmission. Many rescue ships were sent to look for survivors but even those ships have ended up going missing as well. At the time we thought it was some rogue Vale battleships or sea Grimm like a Leviathan or a Sea Feilong. So Mantle had begun to send some military ships to the waters near Odo Island. Some were decommissioned but were capable of taking on Grimm. By the end of the week, we received word that a couple of survivors had washed ashore on Odo Island. We had sent the Herald and the Legacy to escort a pair of rescue ships to the island

When word got out on that, City Hall was swarmed by reporters and civilians that had familial connections to the missing boats. I had to help my second in command, Officer Logan Johnson hold some people back while our superior General Slann and other Council officials entered a separate room. The civilians and reporters were asking us all questions, speaking at once or over each other.

"Are they survivors of the Legacy?" A reporter asked.

"Or the Wayward Star?" A woman, a Bear Faunus from the looks of it.

"Do you know who they are? Have they sent any messages?" A young man asked next as he tried to push past the people around him.

"Are they on their way here?" A woman asked in a desperate tone. I briefly remembered that she had came to City Hall a couple of days earlier and that she was asking about her son who was on one of the rescue ships. It was the same for the young man who had asked for the survivors' identity. He had a father who was a crewmen of a missing ship.

"Everyone, everyone!" Slann called to them. "Please, remain calm. We will tell you what we know as soon as we learn for ourselves." He ordered as both I and Logan closed the door. I sighed in relief and slumped against the door. While I couldn't blame the civilians for wanting answers but they were giving me and the others in the room some headaches.

Just as I turned to face General Slann, I see him gasping in shock as he looked to the paper in his hand. He looks around the room, his expression grave. "The Herald has been sunk as well." he said in a grim tone. "It had sank just three miles from Odo Island."

I stare at him with wide eyes as do everyone else in the room. "What about the rescue ships? Or the Dynasty?" I asked. Surely a boat had to have survived whatever had attacked them. The General shook his head. I leaned back against a desk, shock and disbelief filling my being. This made a total of twenty five ships sinking now. Just what is going on out there?

"Perhaps we should consider postponing the search and rescue missions," the Councilman Connor Mattson said reluctantly. I looked to him as if he just said that he had met a talking Grimm. "You can't be serious," I said. I gesture to the door. "What are we suppose to tell them? They are expecting some answers."

"Then what do you suggest we do, Captain?" the Councilman asked in response. I glanced over to the General. Slann nodded to me, granting me permission to speak. "For one, we stop sending ships." I replied. "I'll speak to the SDC CEO about and I am certain that he will speak to the Mistral Trading Company." I explained. The Schnee Family and I were good friends. "We can use Bullheads to go to Odo Island. Surely the natives there have seen what is attacking the ships. Once we've gathered enough intel, we'll return and report back here."

The Council members looked among themselves before turning to General Slann who held his chin thoughtfully. "Very well, Captain Ironwood." he nodded to me. "The Bullhead will be prepared to leave hangar 54 at 0700." he said. "Have your crew informed of what they're expected to do. And have a Huntsman come with you. Just in case."

I nodded and told Logan Johnson to speak to the crew. I then left City Hall to speak with Nicholas and Martha.

Maria Calavera

I stared at the mayor of Argus with wide silver eyes. He had to be joking. "Twenty five ships?" I repeated in bewilderment and slightly skeptical. I know about the sea dwelling Grimm but I don't believe they would have been able to sink that many ships in two weeks. Was it some rogue battleship that wanted to restart the fighting? Those sounded like the only options. Grimm or a rogue battleship.

"I'm afraid so," the mayor replied in a grave tone. "I have spoken to the Mantle Council. General Slann has agreed to send in a Bullhead to Odo Island."

"Odo Island?" I repeated. That sound mildly made up. "It's an inhabited island in the area where the boats have sunk. The natives must have seen what sunk the ships." the Mayor said, briefly pointing to the island on a map. I glanced down at it and saw the island, appearing to be relatively small and close to the border between Solitas and Anima. "I have decided to send our own Bullhead to Odo. And with you being one of the best Huntresses, I'd like you to go."

I briefly considered saying no, because I thought I stayed in the city long enough and needed to move on but I glanced at the list of people missing. "You can count on me." I said to the mayor. He nodded with a smile of gratitude. "Thank you, Ms. Calavera. Now the Bullhead is scheduled to leave hangar 56 at 0800. It's an estimated five hour journey to Odo. Rest well."

I nodded and left the room.

Nicholas Schnee

I sighed heavily as I sat at my desk. I had finished making compensation payments for the families of the workers who have been declared dead or lost at sea. Five of my company's ships have gone missing in two weeks. And the rescue ships sent after them have gone missing. And most of their transmissions have said something. Something so strange that is concerning.

That the ocean is on fire.

Realistically, it doesn't make much sense. It is impossible to be on fire unless there was Dust on the surface. But most flammable Dust is not on the surface in particle form.

My mind made the conclusion that there is a underwater volcano erupting. But another part of my mind says that doesn't answer much. The transmissions have said the same thing. More or less before cutting off. If it was an underwater volcano erupting the crewmen would have seen it erupting from a distance not when they were right upon it. Maybe an underwater mine left behind from the Great War. Logically it makes sense. But what doesn't make sense is that there would be that many water mines in the same area.

The only theory I could come up with is that there is a large Grimm in the area. Most Leviathan and Sea Feilong Grimm are known to shoot some sort of beam attack. If that's the case, it is concerning that a Grimm has reached the size to sink a total of 20 ships under two weeks.

"Sir," the voice of my butler, Klein Sieben, breaks me out of my thoughts. "Mrs. Schnee is waiting in the dinning room, sir. And we have a visitor. Captain Ironwood." he informs me from the doorway. I look at my pocket watch. Ah yes, dinner. "Thank you, Klein. Bring the captain to the dinning room."

"Very well, sir." Klein replies before walking away. I stand from my desk and walk out of my office.

Five minutes later, I am in the dinning room with Martha and the Mantle Captain enters. "Captain Ironwood, this is a pleasant surprise." Martha greeted with a warm smile to the Mantle soldier when he entered the dining room. "Please, drop the formalities," Steven said with a small smile as he shook hands with me. "We're all friends here." he said. "It's been far too long."

"Indeed it has been, Steven." I replied with a smile. "However, I am curious if this visit has to do with the missing ships," I added as we saw down.

"Unfortunately, yes." he replied. "The Council has come to a decision. I ask that you do not send ships to the waters around Odo Island. I will take a Bullhead with my crew and a Huntsman I trust and go to Odo. I believe the Natives there will have information on what has been sinking the ships."

"I see." I replied after sipping my drink. "Well, when do we leave?" I asked.

"Huh?" he said in response. "What? I am a Huntsman." I shrugged.

"I was hoping to ask David to come," he replied in a mildly sheepish tone.

"Oh. Well, he can come too." I replied without missing a beat. "Two Huntsmen are better than one."

"Very well." He said with a shrug.

"Then I shall come too." Martha said. We both looked to her in surprise. "Does your crew have someone with proper medical training?" she asked after a short moment of silence. Steven and I glanced at one another. Fair enough.

Got to admit, I was stumped on how to do this from Journal entries, so I hope I did it good.

Next chapter will be October 26, 1954: Odo Island

Until then.

Take care and I hope you had a great holiday.

GojiraFan455516 out.

Peace.