Chapter One
The Battle for Tokyo had been fought, and seemingly won. Mothra gave her life to save and protect her twin offspring, who in turn avenged her by subduing Godzilla with their silk before Kiryu carried him off into a deep trench in the Pacific, not only trapping him but also putting the spirit of the original Godzilla to rest. Since then, everyone believed that peace had been restored once more, but of course however, this wouldn't last forever...
Location: Somewhere just far off the Tokyo Bay
Timedate: 3rd November 2004, Several months after the Battle of Tokyo
Deep in the dark blue ocean, a small lone submarine of navy-blue steel swam slowly and almost silently in the ambience, with its propellers whirring constantly and consistently while emitting faint trails of bubbles. If any of the local marine life weren't intimidated by the mere presence of this submarine alone, then its two spotlights that beamed and moved about would most certainly scare them off. It descended further down until it managed to reach at least a few feet above the sea floor.
Within the submarine itself, a lone single figure piloted with ease while watching through the cockpit window in front of him with precise attention and curiosity. He wore a simple top and leggings of matching black along with dark-grey boots, gloves, and body armour. Briefly and sternly, the pilot glanced down at his circular sonar screen that pinged and rotated at a consistently slow pace, never too fast or too slow, before staring back up at the window. The searchlights continued lighting over the ocean floor, seeing mostly sand, rocks, and the occasional coral reef or two. Yet nothing was close to matching what he was sent out to find, but soon something would.
After what felt like a short eternity of searching and hunting, a vague red shape flashed and appeared just off to the side from the top in the cyan-coloured sonar before vanishing, catching the submarine pilot almost off-guard, but definitely giving a sign. Keeping up his focus, the pilot slowly steered just a slight off to the left, towards the source of the anomaly itself as the red shape reappeared and disappeared again, inching closer to the centre. And before long, the submarine's lights finally caught something almost out of the ordinary, forcing the pilot to cease the propellers and bring the machine to a easing halt.
Half-buried in the sand was a glass cylinder with a metal dome on each end and inside was a metallic sphere split apart into two perfect halves. This object looked large enough to be lifted with both human hands and was almost covered with years of algae and moss. The pilot looked and gazed at the old device, having heard of its creation and how it was used to vanquish a fearsome king of monsters just half a century ago.
"Houston, this is Argonaut calling from the Tokyo Bay", the man inside the submarine called and spoke.
"Argonaut, this is Houston responding", a voice from the intercom quickly replied. "Have you found what we're looking for?"
"Yes, Houston, we've found it. We've found what we're looking for", the submarine pilot answered and revealed. "We've found the Oxygen Destroyer".
Location: Shanghai, China
Timedate: 3rd April 2005, five months later
Much more time had passed, and elsewhere in the vast continent of Asia, another mighty city was already flourishing with peaceful civilian life. The night had already fallen to give way to the rising day as the sun emerged from beyond the ocean surface, reflecting its radiant light not only off the mostly calm waters but also against the glass windows of the tall skyscrapers. Such high and mighty buildings stood firm and perfectly still and silent among the citizens like tranquil titans watching over their underlings. Various vehicles, both old and new, drove and guzzled along the city's many roads, occasionally halting to let people on foot cross their paths.
Among the crowd of various people wandering all about to wherever each may need to go, there was one young adult woman of mid-twenties with fair pale skin, pixie-cut hair of smooth black, and eyes of darkest brown, wearing a long-sleeved polo-neck top, formal wide-leg bottoms, and simple slip-on shoes of all matching black. Firmly gripped in her right was a brown leather briefcase with a gold abstract symbol resembling the wings of a butterfly embedded on the side, sealed good, tight, and secure while she carried on her way through the crowds and along the streets. As she continued and carried on her way, the woman curiously looked up and around at the many buildings, towers, and skyscrapers, searching for the exact one to get into, and all with a soft stiffness to her lips.
But soon enough, she'd eventually spot the exact place she was in search for, far up ahead stood the Oriental Pearl Tower. One of the taller structures in the nation and certainly of the more uniquely designed buildings in any city in the world, permanently pointing upward like a rocket ship aiming high and proud for the heavens above. The woman moved on forward towards the tower with just enough of her focus and concentration, still keeping the briefcase protective with a single grip of her hand, its contents known only to her and possibly a few certain others. The closer she got to the tower, the higher and taller it seemed to her naked and ever-curious eyes.
The woman marched her way up the wide steps, as if to the edge of heaven, and finally made it to the entrance itself. There she could see a few other people either leaving the building or entering it like she would be, whether as part of their own business or as part of a tourist trip. Once she had made her way past the automated doors that parted open as soon as she stepped closely to let her through, the woman saw ahead of her a wide reception area in all-white where a few people were working on computers.
"I've come to see an important meeting with an associate of mine", the attending woman spoke in her native Chinese.
"Identity please?" The receptionist asked in the same language.
As the woman handed over a single card from one of her pockets to the receptionist herself, carefully observing it for a bit before returning it back. "Welcome, Miss Chen".
"Doctor Ilene Chen", the woman corrected and revealed.
To be continued...