So, with a tired yet furious look on his face, Gojira dragged Orga as he walked alongside Anguirus to the rest of the Earth Defenders. He helped the alien stand so she could explain the situation with Mechagodzilla.

After a brief summary of what she told Gojira, Queen Caesar asked, "Do you at least have an idea of where it can be?"

"Depends on how you may have screwed up her programming." Orga dryly answered, pointing to Godzilla and Rodan. They naturally flipped her off "She was programmed to regroup with us and receive orders from there. Since she didn't do that, there's many possibilities." Orga hummed, now musing over the places her creation went to.

Gojira cursed then hissed out, "You goddamn aliens always have to make life difficult."

"They're the ones who had to go and try to destroy it!" Orga roared, pointing towards Godzilla and Rodan. "The disrespect from your kind is... I can't even!"

"Can't function? On that we agree." Gojira retorted. "So, all we have to do is track this toy down," He ignored Orga's growl of frustration, "And smash or, better yet, incinerate it."

"Wait, there's no need for that! I can reprogram her!" Orga nearly sputtered, hastily rushing over to unwisely place her hands on Gojira's shoulders. She quickly backed away once she had realized what she did and coughed into her hand. "Think about it, I may be able to give you all a metallic servant!"

""Hard pass."" Came the voices of Gojira and Godzilla. They both glanced at each other and shrugged it off.

"Just let me keep what little I have!" Orga nearly begged. "You took my experiments, my personal armada, my home, what more could you want!?"

"Your clothes." Rodan sarcastically answered.

Orga, to everyone's shock, moved hers hands to rip away her armor. "Here!"

""No!"" Everyone shouted and she froze in place.

"No amount of begging will keep any of us from scrapping it. Certainly not me." Gojira snarled, getting annoyed and ready to follow through on his earlier threat of breaking her arms.

"At least refer to her properly!" She pitifully cried.

"Enough!" Gojira hissed. "Look... it's getting smashed whether you like it or not. Maybe, just maybe, I'll save the head. But it's a threat -"

"We're all threats!" Orga snapped unwisely. "Yet here we are!" Orga got on her knees which was a sight that invoked pity, even a minuscule amount from Gojira himself. "Let me come with you, She'll listen to me maybe! Her homing is probably jammed or something, please!"

"Your freakin' toy means that much to you?" Anguirus questioned.

"She's literally all I'll have now! Look at me!" Orga pointed to herself. "Only Ghidorah has made look so frail! I'm literally on my knees! I beg you, let me try at least!"

"For the love of... Gojira, do us all favor, if you're going to go out and stop that abomination, try to bring it back in one piece." Godzilla begrudgingly told him, eager to get Orga to cease her whining.

"Are you serious?" Gojira exasperatingly questioned.

"You don't get to ask that." Godzilla hissed. "You spared Ghidorah of all Kaiju after all your murder talk. Besides, all she has to do is turn it off if it gets too out of hand. Let her keep so she can shut the fuck up."

"And to be fair, they wouldn't be in a position to do much with her anyhow. And you are monitoring them." Queen Caesar pointed out.

Orga rapidly nodded and crawled up to Gojira. "Exactly, powerful one! Be reasonable!"

"Get off me, you urchin!" With an uncharacteristic squeak, Orga backed away. "I make no promises, but if it keeps you quiet and away from me, fine."

Orga swiftly crawled up to hug Gojira's right leg, saying, "Oh, thank you, thank you!"

Gojira grit her teeth and clenched his fists. "Get. The. Fuck away from me!"

Orga gulped and crawled back. "Of course." With a frustrated grunt, Gojira started to walk away. Orga was perplexed and asked, "Uh... won't you need help finding her? My help?"

"Sixth sense. I'll find it." Gojira stated ominously, eager to get away from the idiocy. "Besides, the GDF is on our asses enough as it is. Don't need you running around and making things worse."

Orga deflated. "F-fair enough."

With that, Gojira went on his less than merry way only to meet with Mothra and Junior near the edge of Infant Island. "Oh, Gojira, I was thinking about you." The former chirped sweetly.

"How unsettling." He grumbled. His eyes darted towards Junior. She wasn't glaring at him, but she was still regarding him with suspicion. "Well, I have a task that needs finishing. Go annoy the others."

"Before you go off, let's chat for a bit." Mothra noticed the slight crack in Gojira's stoic expression and chuckled. "Don't worry, it's nothing personal."

"It better not be." Gojira rumbled.

"Junior, why don't you go off and see your mother?" Mothra suggested.

Junior nodded, but not before giving Gojira a gesture to let him know she was watching him. He scoffed despite the amusement he felt. Once she was gone, Gojira asked, "What do you want, goddess?" He hissed out the last part.

"It's in regards to the Mechagodzilla." Mothra answered him, smile not fading in the slightest. "I think it's best you try to bring her back functioning."

Gojira rolled his eyes. "I already had this talk."

Mothra cocked her head to the side. "But were you honest?"

"The four of them are bad enough as it is and I was kind enough not to finish them off." Gojira stomped up to her, eyes narrowed and fangs bared. "I'm not obligated to show them any further kindness."

"True." Mothra concurred, not at all fazed by his threat display. "But this isn't necessarily about kindness. I've been having strange dreams -:

"Then talk to Godzilla." He blurted angrily.

"I would, but this concerns you and I am trying to be civil." Mothra politely pointed out. "You need to keep the Mechagodzilla around. Ever since you came, I've been having premonitions, omens, and other odd sensations."

"Let me guess." Gojira drawled. "Mecha has a role?"

"We all have a role, Gojira." Mothra chuckled. "Life's a dance and we all do our part."

"How sagely." Gojira commented dryly.

Mothra shrugged. "That's just my view on life... and after." Gojira twitched at that last part. "You don't have to listen to me, Gojira. I'm simply doing my part to help guide you."

"I need no guidance. Certainly not from you." Gojira hissed. "I'll tell you what I told them, I make no promises. Just hope the Mech comes quietly."

Mothra hummed. She was satisfied with that given Gojira's demeanor. But before he could be on his way, she let him know one last thing, "By the way... when we can have some more alone time, we can talk about... your experience if you wish."

"I wish you kept put of my business. Just don't run your mouth." Gojira warned with a rumble.

"Of course. Just know that the best relationships can be built with honesty." She advised before floating over to the other Kaiju Girls.

Gojira knew very well who she was referring to and hissed under his breath. "Whatever."

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"Sir... the Kaiju Boy is still on the move."

"Keep watching him. The other Kaiju is bad enough."

"Yes, sir!"

Gojira swam as fast as he could, eager to deal with the Mecha and get back "home" before the humans got antsy, the aliens got too comfortable, or worse yet both. He could feel it in his very dorsal plates, the Mecha was somewhere in the west and moving rather slowly. At this pace Gojira would catch up with it soon enough.

He growled, aggravated by things still not slowing down. The aliens, the military, the Kaiju Girls in general, especially Mothra... he'd humor them and keep the mecha... functional. Despite Mothra pissing him off, if she was anything like the one in his world then her words should be heeded.

That thought brought him to the subject of her premonitions... what exactly did she see, he wondered. Clearly they're visions of some type of future given the way she described them. She also spoke of nightmares and that made him think, what kind? Were they anything like his? Were they maybe even his? That would be rage inducing considering how personal it was.

Gojira rumbled as one of those human vessels started trailing closer. No actions yet, but they were getting a little bold for his taste. "Skreeooonk!" A warning roar to them and he swam a little faster.

"Skreeenk!" Suddenly came a metallic version of Gojira's roar. There were only two interpretations for that; a warning or a taunt. Such a response only invited on course of action. A copy cat needed to be put in their place.

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"Hehe, dumbass fleshbag." Cackled a metallic yet familiar voice akin to Godzilla. It was Mechagodzilla, almost looking fully restored save for her melted wrists and a few chips here and there. A few tank rounds uselessly hit the monster's chassis and she responded with her eye beams, decimating the military standing between her and the generator in the distance. And beside it was a brewery. The area wasn't so much a city but more so a large town, which Mecha didn't want initially. Sadly for her, her navigator was thrown off though she wasn't complaining at this point. "Oh yeah, there's the fuel. Any longer and I would go sober."

"Keep firing, it's making its way towards the generator!" Shouted a commander. Rockets and missiles flew to light up. "We just need to hold her off!"

"Geez, your humans sure do love your alchohol." Mechagodzilla idly commented as she blasted more military away and continued to her target. "Kinda makes me want it more!" She cackled and swatted a jet away like a fly.

As if she had little care on the world, which she did, she made her way to the brewery and just as she was a few steps away form the brewery, a roar came, "Skreeeooonk!"

Mecha nonchalantly turned around and said, "What the, oh, fleshbag."

"Fleshbag?" Gojira repeated.

Mecha snorted and folded her arms. "What, your audio receptors damaged?"

This made Gojira grit his teeth. "Awfully mouthy for a tin can."

"Yeah, well at least my personality setting isn't one note." Mecha retorted with chuckle. "Anyway, why don't you make like these humans and split?" To emphasis her phrase, she pick up one of the human tanks and split it in half. The she pointed behind her. "I'm busy getting some fuel."

To Gojira, it looked as if she pointing at the generator rather than the brewery. Not that it mattered. "Better idea: come back to Infant Island peacefully and I won't have to drag you back without your body attached to your head."

"Oh, wow really? Let me think that. Hmm." She took a thinking pose before suddenly deploying missiles from her back. "Bite my shiny metal tail!"

Gojira ducked and rolled out of the way, uncaring for any of the buildings damaged. "Hard way for you it is then!"

Gojira leaped forward and Mechagodzilla met him head on, both releasing their signature roars as they tackled each other to the ground. Mecha rose with Gojira in her arms and spun around, her upper body doing several three sixties before throwing him away. He quickly recovered before the Mecha could blast him with her eye lasers.

"Why does every alien I meet crave a beatdown!?" Gojira roared as he clotheslined the mech into the generators. She was momentarily disoriented and Gojira picked her up before bringing her down on his knee back first. Her spinal cord cracked from the blow.

Mechagodzilla cried out, "Agh! Why do I feel pain!?"

"You can ask Orga!" Gojira roared and tossed her into the brewery. "You brought that on yourself!"

Mechagodzilla found herself surrounded by wasted alchohol and next to a few tankers. She reached for them and happily whispered to herself, "Damn right I have."

Gojira noticed her do something, but didn't exactly see her gulp down the beer. He went over the beat the robot further into submission. He heard her gulp and narrowed his eyes until he heard her laugh. He ducked when her head completely rotated and her eye lasers fired, much stronger this time around. Mechagodzilla swiftly uses her rocket feet to get back up and rain further fire down upon her more organic counterpart.

Gojira dodged to and fro, charging up his atomic energy all the while. "Last chance to back down!"

"Blow it out your exhaust vent!" Was her eloquent reply.

"Have it your way!" Gojira yelled with a leer.

"Yeah, that's what I'm-what the!?" Mecha expected the male to directly fire upon her, but instead, he was actually lifting himself off the ground with a short range Atomic Breath. Faster than she could process, Gojira crashed back first into her.

With an earth shaking crash, they were both back on the ground. Gojira rushed over and pinned her. In the scramble, one of Mecha's legs flailed, firing her jets, slammed into Gojira's cheek and opened a wound on his face. In response, Gojira snarled and grabbed her left leg. Once he had a hold of her limb, he turned and bent it. A loud snap and clang came followed by Mecha's howl of pain.

"Aaargh! Damn my programming!" Mecha roared and turned her head to blast Gojira's back. He was blown off and with pained grunt, Mecha put her leg back in place. "You have any idea how long that's gonna take to feel proper!?"

"Will I care!?" Gojira roared back.

"Approximately an hour of your planet's time!" She answered before got back up, her left leg buckling as she stood. She shook her head and prepared her rocket feet to go at full speed. "Screw this, I could be robbing a treasury right now!"

Mecha blasted off, but her attempt at escape didn't work out to well as Gojira had latched on to her hips just before she took off. "Are you kidding me!? Take a hint, fleshbag!"

"Back at you!" Gojira roared! Mecha attempted to shake him off, rising higher into the air and twirling. Gojira latched on, digging his fingers into the metal and did his best to angle himself from Mecha's jet blasts.

When they were above the clouds, Mecha craned her neck to fire her eye lasers at Gojira. For a split second, he let go to dodge the laser, which nailed a good portion of his shoulder, and he managed to latch back onto her right leg and managed to latch onto her left when she tried to kick him. Her jet fire were grazing his chest.

Gojira could feel the thinning of Oxygen, the decrease in temperature, and see space approaching fast, just like with his fight against Queen Ghidorah, and decided Orga was most definitely not getting her toy back in one piece. He bit down on her left leg and fired enough of his Atomic Breath to break it.

"Agh! You jackass!" Mecha cried. "You've boned us both!"

"Don't worry about me!" Gojira roared back and clung to her as they feel back to Earth. As they fell, they scrambled with one another, trying to angle themselves so the other could fall first, rotating midair. It seemed as though Gojira would be the one to touch down first until he headbutted Mecha and and spun her around. In this position, they both plummeted headfirst into the ocean, creating a splash like that of a tsunami.

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Orga paced back and forth, muttering various things in regards to her creation and possible last source of sanity on a boring planet. All the while, she was shooting glares at Godzilla, Rodan, Megalon, and even in Queen Ghidorah's direction when she could. "He's going to destroy my baby... I know he is, I can feel it in my pulsating core... damn it all!"

Rodan, now taking a break from training, snickered at the lamenting alien."Your insane ass acts like you've been here for years with nothing."

"Quiet avian! You lived a mundane life while I have created it, forged it!" Orga snapped. "Idle hands are the enemy of my kind... I'll have to regress back to my coping mechanisms at this rate."

"She means binging on biomass. She does that a lot when she's stressed." Megalon explained dryly.

"Silence traitor! You have caused enough anguish!" Orga roared, stomping towards her former comrade.

"I'll cause more if you don't back away, living ship." Megalon hissed, getting right in Orga's face. So far, only Gojira, Queen Ghidorah, and Godzilla intimidated her and she knew she had to comply with the Earth Defenders given her prisoner status. As for Orga, Megalon wasn't obligated to any form of civility with her.

Anguirus walked up to Godzilla, while keeping her eyes on the conflicting aliens, and whispered, "Hey, should we break this up?"

Godzilla shrugged and whispered back. "Eh, if the collateral gets too bad I suppose."

"Godzilla." Mothra whispered dryly.

Godzilla sighed and put her hands up. "Alright, alright, I'll step in when it gets serious."

At this this point, Megalon and Orga were locking grips and seemed ready to fire their ranged weapons point blink until the sounds of something heavy being dragged came. Everyone turned to see Gojira, bruised and with a gash on his head, dragging an offline Mechagodzilla behind him by her tail along with her severed leg in the other hand. He stopped as he took in the scene. "If you two idiots are going to murder each other then don't stop on my account."

Orga let go and shouted, "My baby!" Before rushing over to give her a look over. "She's banged up... but more than salvageable... the metal should be able to fix itself." She was broken from her ramblings by Gojira's more monstrous snarl. Orga gulped as she came face to face with his venomous glare. "I take it there were issues."

"That's one way to put it." Gojira grabbed Orga by her throat and rumbled, "Reprogram the machine to be less volatile or the next thing I'll be dragging is your corpse."

"Understood." Orga croaked.

He unceremoniously dropped her and huffed, already fed up today once again. Suddenly, Junior marched up to him and asked, "So you beat my mom, huh?"

"Junior, ease up, kid. He just got back." Queen Caesar said softly. "Don't think he's in the mood for talking either."

"Don't speak for me, furball." Gojira growled. He turned back to Junior and folded his arms. He gruffly said. "Yeah, I did. Have a problem with it?"

With the fiercest glare she could muster, Junior growled. "When you're good and ready, we're gonna spar next!"

"Pfft!" Megalon was about to laugh until Gojira locked eyes with her, giving her the silent message of 'Shut up or else'.

He turned back to Junior and said. "Fine. I'll let you know when."

"You'd better." She said threateningly. Gojira found it... adorable, but she'd need to learn to curb that behavior until she could actually fight. It was pleasant to see her act strong, but it'd be even better when she was and she knew better than to put herself at risk.

Gojira grunted and turned to Orga. "You. Let's go. I want to watch you reprogram your little abomination. I need to make sure you try anything."

"She-alright." Orga was about 'correct' his abomination statement until she remembered who she was dealing with and how he most likely wouldn't tolerate any more annoyances. "What about Megalon?"

"What about Megalon?" Gojira retorted, emphasis on the "about".

Orga nodded and grabbed Mechagodzilla. "Ah, understood."

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"Oh my, did something happen? Did you get into a scuffle?" Queen Ghidorah questioned with mock concern, hovering above Gojira and Orga.

"Why are you speaking?" Gojira hissed.

Queen Ghidorah chuckled as she landed. "I'm only concerned."

"Be concerned for your own well being, space trash. The more you speak, the more disposable you become." Gojira warned, more than ready to deck Queen Ghidorah across the face.

"How charming." The space dragon said dryly. She watched Orga drag the robot for a few seconds and asked. "So, you brought back my toy?"

"Rargh!" Gojira roared and Queen Ghidorah decided she annoyed him enough. She backed away and Gojira turned to Orga as she set the mech down. "Get to work."

Orga nodded and opened the robots cranial casing. She inspected her machine and clicked her tongue. "Her programming has been damaged no doubt. The blunt force trauma, the heat damage, and who knows what else... and this is just what I'm seeing on the surface."

"Can you make her less hostile?" Gojira grunted.

Orga nervously asked. "If I said maybe?"

"I'll break it to be sure." He stated simply.

"Then yes. A definite yes." The alien said hastily. "I just need her to turn on and work from there, hehe."

Gojira narrowed his eyes at the machine. "Got a way to force her on?"

Orga hummed. "Some electricity could do."

With a sigh, Gojira turned to Ghidorah, and also Gigan cautiously approaching from the side, then pointed to the robot. "Turn it on. Now."

"Hmph." Queen Ghidorah walked forward, electricity dancing on her fingers. She placed her hands around the robot's temples. "Giving me orders." She grumbled under her breath.

"Shut up and do it." The Kaiju Boy growled back.

While irate, Queen Ghidorah had a clear enough head not to let her resentment cloud her judgement and overuse her powers. A low stream was sent through the Mechagodzilla and slowly, the mech activated.

[System Rebooted] [Current Coordinates: Unknown] [Objective: alchohol and riches] [Diagnostics: ...]

"Gah! What, uh, where am I!?" Mecha gasped. She winced and whined, "Ow, my head... Why can't I move?"

"It is only temporary. I'm simply running a diagnostics check." Orga explained as she calmly rummaged through her robot's head.

"Oh hell! Did the fleshbag drag me back to his lair or whatever?" Mecha groaned. "Tell me he at least has decent valuables I can... liberate, yeah."

"Hey, hey, I like the personality shift." Gigan chuckled.

"Ugh, my precious creation, corrupted." Orga rumbled bitterly.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean!? I don't an-eerrrr." Mecha was briefly offline until Orga flipped something and she was back on. "Rebooting... I'm back, baby."

"Damn it, her personality is shot! It's stuck on...bending unit?" Orga was perplexed and looked towards Gigan. She glared at the cyborg.

Gigan glared back and asked, "What? You're lookin' at me like I did something."

"You most likely did. I sure as hell don't remember putting that in there and Queen Ghidorah isn't the type to assemble her own "pets". Orga surmised.

"Maybe it's a back up personality or something. I don't know. Fuck off." Gigan indignantly argued back.

"I could care less about the personality." Gojira received skeptical stares and quickly followed up with, "In comparison to her "threat". Can you make her less hostile and submissive or not?"

"Let me test something." Orga fiddled with more of Mecha's head and suddenly, the robot stood up on one leg. "Mecha, attack Gojira."

"And I know exactly were I'm gonna aim!" She said with a vicious smirk. With her optics aimed at Gojira's crotch, she attempted to fire her eye lasers. Attempt being the key word. "What the, hey!"

"Perfect. I adjusted her settings to make sure she isn't a threat to sentient life." Orga explained, hoping that would satisfy Gojira.

"Sounds decent." Gojira proceed to punch Mecha in the lower chassis.

She grunted and held her aching chassis. "Creator... why do I feel pain?"

Orga snorted and spoke sagely. "Pain is integral to a life form's development."

Gojira let out a sinister chuckle. "She's actually correct. Allow her to demonstrate."

"Wait what?" Orga hunched over as Gojira delivered another punch to her gut and she fell to the sand, clutching her stomach.

"See? She's slowly developing." With that, Gojira walked with a small amount of satisfaction, uncaring for Gigan's and Ghidorah's snicker at Orga's expense.

Oddly enough, even Mecha was snickering. "Hehe, stupid half organic life."

As for Gojira, he decided to find a nice place to simply collapse and rest away his wounds, especially his migraine mixed with his head wound.

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General Gyozen oversaw the damage done by the male and mechanical Daikaijus then grunted distastefully. More destruction and heart ache caused by those accursed monsters. How he wanted to steer his grand cruiser to the island of monsters and carpet bomb them... a nice way for humanity to return the favor in his humble opinion.

"General Gyozen." Came a voice from his comms.

"Speak, captain." Gyozen ordered.

"The mechanical Kaiju Girl was brought back to the island as predicted."

General Gyozen narrowed his eyes. He sighed and ordered, "Tighten the watch over the island, but avoid confrontation as instructed. Our time will come."

"Yes, sir."

General Gyozen wondered what the monster's game plan was. He knew the monsters of Earth always had bond of some sort, but did they have it with the invaders? Was it a pack mentality of some sort. He mentally groaned and impatiently awaited Serizawa and the other scientist's studies. Or, even more impatiently, the final adjustments on their Kiryu unit as well as the other Mecha's.

But as they say, patience is a virtue and fortune awaits the bold.

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AN: Late chapter and also short chapter. Sorry guys.

As always, thanks to DragonKingDragneel25!

So, I wanna know, what do you guys think of the story so far in terms of fights, dialogue, comedy, and pacing. I'm trying not to overdue it on too much on one aspect. I won't be too worried on fights further at this point since, with things slowing down, that when they do happen there can be more emotional investment, at least I hope. Or, at least feel more entertaining with buildup and payoff. They're always fun to write though, lol.

If you know where some of Mecha's personality is inspired from then you get a cookie.

Final voice question: Between Death or War from Darksiders, who would you go with?

Fushes: Maybe. Inspirations gotta hit me though. All hail our Big Sleepy Tree Dad!

Otatheotakugod: Wouldn't fit with what I'm going for and it would cheapen one of the core elements of the story. If you wanna talk more about it, PM me.

As always, be safe and enjoy!