K.W.C.E Match 73: Gipsy Danger, Striker Eureka, Slattern, Leatherback and Otachi vs. Godzilla (1954)

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K.W.C.E Match 73: Gipsy Danger, Striker Eureka, Slattern, Leatherback and Otachi vs. Godzilla (1954)

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Author: ShinGojira14
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The Shatterdome, Hong Kong. November 3rd; 7:00 P.M.



Tendo Choi was in a hurry. His heart felt as if it were beating at the speed of light, sweat running down his head as he ran through the corridors as fast as his legs could carry him. He had to find Stacker Pentecost; everyone had to get going fast. Jaegers had do be deployed immediately, given what he had seen. His footfalls echoed throughout the hallways as he rushed like the world depended on it—which it surely did as far as he was concerned—towards the elevator. Speeding past several soldiers and rangers, he quickly burst into the elevator and slammed the button, causing the doors to close and the elevator to begin its course.


He paced almost painfully as he waited, as seconds seemed to pass like hours.


The world couldn’t afford this wait. It needed everyone to act NOW.


*****


“You want to run that by me again?!” Pentecost exclaimed with raised eyes.


“Three signatures, sir. Left the breach approximately twenty minutes ago,” Tendo repeated, a little slower than before. Stacker slowly let his gaze fall, taking a deep breath at this new revelation. It was an alarming matter all on its own when just a single Kaiju made itself known to the world. The thought of two running amok was a horror. But three had the potential to be downright apocalyptic should a Jaeger fail to stop them.


“What category?” Pentecost asked.


“Scans say two are Category IV, and one is Category V.”


“And where are they headed?”


“Well, that’s the thing: they changed course mid-way to their original destination.”


At this, the Marshal turned to him, eyes narrowed considerably. “How so?” he asked.


“They came through at 6:40 and started heading towards the Philippines,” Tendo explained, “but five minutes in and they suddenly veered north. It’s like they were startled or something. Either way, they’re headed towards Tokyo at double their original speed.”


Pentecost nodded in understanding, a tense expression on his face. Tendo continued to stare at him with grim urgency, more than ready to respond to his superior’s orders. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke.


“Get Mr. Becket, Mako, Herc and Chuck on the line. Tell them to suit up.”


*****


The control room was crowded with staff and soldier alike in but ten minutes after the announcement. Everyone muttered nervously amongst themselves as they waited for Pentecost or Tendo to show up and give whatever important news they had for everyone.


Surprisingly, both strode into the room in but five minutes.


Mako Mori noticed immediately that her adoptive father was troubled. He was trying to hide it with his usual stoic demeanor, but while it may have fooled everyone else in the room it couldn’t fool her. She knew that particular look in his eyes anywhere. Something urgent had come up, and everyone needed to know about it.


Next to her, Raleigh Becket stole a concerned glance at her, to which she returned with a nod. They both knew what each other was thinking. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who could tell something was up.


“Alright everyone, listen up,” Tendo raised his voice as everyone went quiet. “We had three signatures emerge from the breach at 18:40 hours. Two Category IV’s, one Category V. Codenames: Otachi, Leatherback, and Slattern. Estimated they’ll hit Tokyo in about an hour if they keep up their current pace.”


With that, Pentecost turned towards Mako, who met his gaze. “Gipsy,” he turned towards Chuck Hansen, who stood on the other side of the circle, “Striker, you’re both being deployed to guard the Tama-gawa and the Ara-kawa Rivers.”


“Yes, sir,” Raleigh responded with a nod.


Pentecost turned towards everyone else. When no one gave a reply, he put his hand to his ear. Noticing what he meant by the gesture, everyone responded with a clear “YES SIR!” in unison. With that, he looked towards Tendo and Hercules, nodded once, and turned back to the crowd.


“Let’s get to work!” He called out with a clap of his hands.


*****


Raleigh opened his eyes in unison with Mako as the Neural Handshake, The Drift, came to completion. “Left Hemisphere, calibrating,” he spoke up as he moved his left arm up, and on command the massive left arm of Gipsy Danger copied the motion.


“Right Hemisphere, calibrating” Mako moved her right arm in the same position, the Jaeger they stood within doing the same. Then, thinking as one, the two pilots moved their respective hemispherical limbs towards one another, and Gipsy smashed her two fists together with a mighty CLANG!


Behind the giant humanoid machine a similar one just like it, but slightly shorter in height and with a much narrower facial visor and small protrusions coming from the back of its shoulders, pulled out its fists in its own pose as its pilots finished their own Neural Handshake.


Gipsy Danger and Striker Eureka were ready for war.




*****






Tokyo, Japan; 7:45 P.M.






Raleigh fixed Mako with a concerned gaze as he watched his co-pilot close her eyes, taking deep breaths in an attempt to relax and keep painful memories at bay. While she appeared to be doing far better than she had during her first drift, he could still tell that she was straining to keep herself focused. Reaching out to her, he put a hand on her shoulder. “I know this is hard for you,” he spoke softly. “Visiting a place that changed you, that you’ve never touched on in years... ... ...it’s always a moment of trial.”


Mako did not reply, simply continued her exercise for however long she was content with. While Raleigh’s concern for her well being remained, he did take note that her breathing rate seemed to be relaxing, ushering a wave of relief over him.


“Raleigh, is she doing okay?” Tendo’s voice crackled into existence from the comms. “Her heart rate has increased above average!”


“I’m fine,” she finally responded, taking one more deep breath to soothe herself before her eyes fluttered open. “I just needed to bring it under control.” As Raleigh watched, the once somber look in her eyes became replaced by her usual gaze of fierce determination, a sight of which brought a slight smile to his face. In response, the frequent beeping of her heartbeat monitors slowed back to a steady pace to accommodate for the change. “No movement yet at Tama-gawa,” she informed Tendo through the comms.


“Striker, how you holding up?”


“Ara-kawa is secure,” was Chuck Hansen’s answer. “If anything tries to come through here, it ain’t goin’ by unnoticed.”


“How long until they reach the harbor?” Hercules asked into the comms.


“I’ve checked their signatures, they shouldn’t be long!” Tendo responded.


“And we’re sure evacuations have finished? No stragglers?”


“That’s what we’ve been told. We must trust the report from the field,” Stacker informed him. Taking a breath, Hercules looked to his son and nodded as they continued moving their humanoid mech along the coast, their searchlights on full brightness as they waited for their adversaries to show their ugly faces.


Gipsy Danger froze in accommodation to her pilots when they spotted a commotion in the oceanic distance. “Striker, are you seeing this?” Raleigh called out as he and Mako got into combat stances.


“We see it! Preparing combat positions!” Chuck informed them as Striker Eureka struck his own pose. A sizable distance away, three bioluminescent lights could be seen making their way towards land. The distinct blue glow that they gave off revealed their unmistakable identity—however, that wasn’t what held the Jaeger pilots’ attention.


Farther behind the trio of glows was yet another series of lights entirely. But unlike the others, these lights were a ghostly white in color, and randomly seemed to flicker on and off, on and off. He didn’t know why, but there was something about those lights that unnerved Raleigh. The lights of the Kaiju were automatically guaranteed to fuel his hatred for the beasts and thus prepare him for combat, but these lights felt...alien. Haunting. Uncanny. Spectral, even. He and Mako shared a glance, and her expression told him everything.


They’d had never seen anything like it.


It was then that the bay suddenly exploded in a torrent of saltwater, and three colossal forms emerged with alien screeches. The Jaegers jolted as they prepared for combat, but instead got a most shocking surprise. Two of the Kaiju seemed to be carrying a third over their shoulders as they rushed straight at the city, seemingly not even paying attention to the mechs guarding it. Gipsy moved to block their path, but the beasts simply turned about and galloped along the edges of the bay, trying to find a way in. Raleigh couldn’t believe his eyes. It actually looked as though the foul beasts were trying to run!


But from what?


Otachi loosed a screech of pain as yet another contraction waved through her lower region, Leatherback growling reassurances to her as he and Slattern desperately searched for a way into the city. They needed a way in, and fast. Leatherback didn’t dare activate his electromagnetic pulse; it would surely attract unwanted attention, and as of this moment that was the last thing they needed.


Slattern’s eyes widened as he spotted an opening. Hissing to his companions, he then proceeded to take a quick look behind—and jolted when he saw that the glowing lights were almost right on top of them. They needed to move NOW.


He was coming.


Roaring, Slattern and Leatherback put on a burst of speed as they dashed for the opening. Striker Eureka sprinted to block them, but with a single motion Slattern sent the robot flying aside with a swing of his tails. With their adversary temporarily out of the way, the Kaiju wasted no time in rushing into the city, another pained roar leaving Otachi’s lungs as she was hit with yet another contraction. Her brethren slowed their movement as they made deeper into the city, and eventually Slattern took notice of a nice, comfortable spot for the mother-to-be to introduce her progeny to the world. Lumbering over to this soft spot, obscured by towers of concrete and glass perfect to hide from the unknown, at last the two Kaiju set their exhausted companion down before keeping low themselves as to remain hidden, standing protectively over Otachi as she lowered her nether region to the ground.


The winged monster growled and groaned in pain as she went into labor.


The pain was excruciating, but Otachi muscled through it. She needed to push the baby out now—there was no time to take it slowly. There were already two adversaries to worry about, and soon yet another would make His arrival. It was a most laboring process, but it would be worth it. Her cloaca at last began to expand as the elephant-sized life form began to slide out; first a tail, then the underdeveloped legs, then the blue-coated upper body and the premature wings.


A final bellow vented from her jaws as the head finally was pushed out, and Otachi grumbled her gratitude that the worst was over. Slowly pushing itself up off the street with its underdeveloped arms, the newborn began to screech its cries to the world, but soon was nudged under her mother’s body for protection. Now was no time to make such noise.


The water offshore began to boil, the ghostly white luminescence brighter than ever. Even through the buildings, all three Kaiju could see it. Gipsy Danger took a moment to scope out the beastly trio amidst the concrete jungle, and saw that they were hunkering down in an effort to remain unseen. A cold chill went down Raleigh’s spine as he took in the sight of three Kaiju—THREE—cowering in fear.


“It’s that bad?” Mako gasped beside him.


As if to confirm their fears, the comms went wild with Tendo’s terror-stricken voice. “I’m getting a fourth signature, emerging from Tokyo Bay!” he screeched.


“What category is it?!” Hercules roared, desperate to get a grasp on the situation. For the longest, most suspenseful ten seconds in all their lives, there was utter silence. Even back at the Shatterdome, the room was quieter than a graveyard. Everyone held their breath as they got a glimpse of what they were up against, a reaction soon to be shared by the pilots they looked up to more than ever now.


Finally, Tendo’s voice gave a reply, and it was one all of them would’ve given anything not to hear.


“Category 10.”


Before any more could be said, the ground began to vibrate with a rhythmic, bomb-like pounding. Both Jaegers stood still as statues; their pilots frozen with shocked anxiety as the ominous tremors, each one four seconds apart, grew louder each time, as its source drew unmistakably closer.


Another eerie white glow flickered in the shallows... ... ...and then, with another tremor, a massive form began to rise up from the bay in a rushing flow of water. As it rose into view, the entity rumbled a deep, sonorous growl. A gigantic beast now stood waist-high in the bay, glaring at the opposition with an eerie gaze. The creature looked like an old reconstruction of a tyrannosaurus or allosaurus, with three rows of maple leaf-shaped plates of bone running down its back like an ivory forest; an attribute which reminded Raleigh of a stegosaurus in that regard.


But the creature’s physical appearance told a more horrific, bone-chilling story.


The monster’s brown skin looked scaly at first, but upon closer inspection Raleigh and Mako realized that wasn’t the case at all. They were radioactive burns; keloid scars. The saurian’s skin was entirely composed of them, rough and textured sickeningly like tree bark. The monster looked, for all intents and purposes, like a walking burnt corpse. Massive jaws bared snake-like fangs in a snarl as the beast waded ashore, revealing his muscular, columnar legs and four-toed feet that shook the earth with every step.


“What the hell is that thing?!” Chuck yelled over the intercom.


“It doesn’t look like its from the breach!” Raleigh exclaimed in reply. Their minds communicating and thus coming to the same course of action, Raleigh and Mako nodded to one another as Gipsy Danger struck a pose to accommodate to their thoughts. A few hundred yards away, Striker Eureka followed along as he prepared for combat.


And then the dinosaur reared back it’s head... ... ...


GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!


The otherworldly howl that tore from the beast’s gaping jaws was unlike anything even the most experienced Jaeger pilots had ever heard. Like a warped mixing of different musical instruments being incorrectly played over a speaker; a haunting, unnatural baritone scream that obliterated all glass objects for miles. The Jaegers held their positions, their pilots more nervous than ever. Far away, the three Kaiju huddled close together in terror, even the newborn infant unable to move.


From within the Shatterdome, Tendo could barely loose a breath as he observed the situation their rangers had found themselves in. Now it all made sense why the Kaiju had changed course mid-way to their original destination. Now it was clear why they had swum so fast to Japan.


They had been chased.


Dear God Almighty, what are we dealing with here? Tendo internally pondered.


But as of now, it mattered not. Everyone within the Shatterdome stood in grim silence as the newcomer’s clawed feet finally touched land with an eerie bang, and one by one they mentally uttered the most protective and passionate prayers they could think of for their comrades on the field. It had only been a minute or so, and already the feeling that it was no ordinary foe that they were up against had set in.


Dark eyes scanned coldly across the edge of the city. Binocular vision that would put even the greatest birds of prey to shame pinpointed every object in the vicinity, buildings or no. And then, they stopped when they spotted their intended quarry. A good several hundred meters away, the beast could make out three large shapes trying to conceal themselves behind the largest towers of concrete in the ward. Baleful eyes locking on to their victims, Godzilla grunted and began his march.


“Gipsy, stay behind us for backup! We’ll take ‘im!” Chuck called as Striker Eureka broke into a sprint towards the beastly behemoth.


“No, WAIT!” Mako warned, but it was too late; the silver Jaeger had already closed the distance between him and the scarred saurian. Godzilla jutted his head to his left as Striker Eureka leaped, ready to bring down his full momentum upon the nuclear reptile.


Godzilla roared as a metallic fist socked him between the eyes, a small shockwave rippling off his neck muscles from the force of the impact. But as Striker prepared to land another blow, his pilots were thrown back painfully as the saurian landed a slap of his own. The Mark 5 Jaeger was sent flying like a tennis ball, landing hard on his butt through a small building. Godzilla bellowed and gave pursuit; Striker Eureka returning to his feet in one quick, almost ninja-like movement.


Despite his massive build, Godzilla was faster than he looked. In less than four seconds, he had closed the distance between him and his robotic opponent. Striker threw his hand upward in an attempt to uppercut the dinosaur’s jaw, but Godzilla grabbed his arm with one hand. With all his strength, Striker tried to yank his arm out of Godzilla’s grip, but the saurian’s hold was like a giant vice.


His pilots thinking fast, Striker used his other hand to throw a punch into Godzilla’s chest, but the God of Odo Island only grunted in reply. The Mark 5 punched yet again—and this time, Godzilla caught it in his other hand. Then, quicker than the rangers could’ve anticipated, the cancerous reptile lunged forward and sank his fangs into the Jaeger’s shoulder, birthing showers of sparks.


“Hang on, Striker! We’re coming for ya!” Raleigh yelled as he and Mako began to power their leg muscles, causing Gipsy Danger to break into a sprint. Godzilla was too busy tearing into Striker’s shoulder to notice right away; by the time he did, he received a hard punch to his right eye. Growling ferociously, Godzilla relinquished his toothy grip—but he wasn’t finished. While the Mark 3 Jaeger punched him in the stomach, Godzilla concentrated all the power in his arm muscles and threw Striker into Gipsy, sending both Jaegers crashing away.


Gipsy Danger shook her head as she pushed back off the ground, Striker following her lead. “Striker, you take him from the front. We’ll try and yank him off-balance from behind,” Raleigh ordered.


“Sounds like a plan,” Hercules responded.


“We’ll keep ‘im pissed off,” that from Chuck.


Godzilla roared hauntingly, an eerie warning. Not just to his mechanical foes, but to everyone that could hear him, Kaiju and human alike. He wasn’t just after mankind’s machines tonight—no, he was out for much more. He informed all within hearing range that tonight would be the start of a new age, a new chapter in the Kaiju War.


“Everyone ready?!” Raleigh called to his allies. Beside him, Mako furrowed her brows into a determined scowl as she glared at the nuclear menace.


“Let’s get this bastard,” she said.


Striker Eureka charged. But Godzilla held his gaze to Gipsy Danger, who he noticed running to the side instead of in a direct charge. This gave Striker the opening he needed; the Mark 5 Jaeger ran in and shot his fist against Godzilla’s upper jaw, knocking the reptile’s head up with a grunt of surprise. With the behemoth distracted, Chuck and Hercules knew what to do next. With a thrust of his arms, Striker unsheathed his Sting Blades. Godzilla snapped his head back into position—and was met with a searing agony that sliced open his throat. Superheated temperatures scourged his slashed throat as Striker pulled back his blades, and with a painful growl Godzilla recoiled.


Sure enough, the irradiated dinosaur’s blood was not bioluminescent blue, like all Kaiju from the Breach. No, it was a bright scarlet, like any earthbound reptile. At this moment, it was clear that this creature did not originate from the Breach—but it begged the question, then where else? And better yet, why? Why only now did this creature choose to show itself to the world instead of during the early days of the Kaiju War?


Striker Eureka lashed out with his sting blades again, carving a massive laceration across the dinosaur’s torso, and a wounded howl escaped Godzilla’s throat. Taking advantage of the occurrence, the Jaeger rushed in and thrust his blades deep into the burnt saurian’s chest. Burning at temperatures of 300 degrees Fahrenheit, the blades would usually sear a monster’s flesh and boil its blood—yet it seemed like Godzilla wasn’t all that affected by the heat they gave off whatsoever.


In an amazing display of perseverance, Godzilla grabbed both of the Jaeger’s arms and bellowed into its blank face.


As they stared in fear, the Hansens noticed something that sent a chill down their spines: Godzilla’s throat injury was gone! And sure enough, they just noticed his chest laceration finish mending together, and like it never existed it vanished. Before they could express their shock, Godzilla shoved Striker back, ripping the sting blades out of his chest in the process. Crimson blood spilled from the wounds, but Godzilla remained unfazed.


What happened next would shock everyone to their core.


New skin and muscles began to thread together like organic yarn as the entire injury began to stitch itself back together. Within less than three seconds, it was gone, and the scarred reptile looked as though he had never been harmed. “Did you just see that?!” Chuck yelled with shock, “what the hell was-?!”


BAM!


A swing of Godzilla’s hand sent Striker flying into the bay. The earth quaked mightily as the Jaeger impacted the shoreline, and continued to quake with a telltale rhythmic pounding.


Godzilla was charging once more.


The God of Odo Island suddenly roared in surprise when he felt something grab hold of his tail. Snarling angrily, he turned to see who the culprit was. Sure enough, Gipsy Danger had grabbed hold of the lengthy appendage, and was yanking it back like a rope with all the strength she could muster. Try as she might, not even Gipsy Danger, one of the strongest and greatest combatants of the Jaeger Program, possessed the unimaginable strength to bring the mythic mountain of scarred flesh and prehistoric muscle that was Godzilla to his knees. However, to floor the God of Odo Island was not her true intention.


A lesson Godzilla learned the hard way when Striker Eureka leaped bodily into the air and brought his Sting Blades down into the base of Godzilla’s neck.


“Chain Sword, deploy now!” Raleigh roared as he pressed a command above him.


As Striker held on for dear life, Gipsy Danger unsheathed her most formidable melee weapon—two long, steel blades; one for each arm—and thrust it down into Godzilla’s tail, straight into the ground below. The atomic reptile boomed a thunderous cry as the Jaegers held him to one spot. Shifting his arms with all his strength, Striker strained to dig his blades through Godzilla’s flesh, trying to reach the bone.


To say this was as simple as it sounded would’ve gotten one fired from the Program; Godzilla was thrashing and flailing like a mako shark on steroids, screaming so loud that some of the concrete in the city cracked from a mile away. Even as Gipsy struggled to dig her blade further through Godzilla’s tail, the sea monster cared little about tearing the appendage apart as he thrashed. So, Gipsy reared her other arm and stabbed its respective blade into the base of the tail.


An enraged howl left Godzilla’s jaws as he thrashed harder.


Striker tried digging faster in an attempt to cut the saurian’s head off, but Godzilla’s survival instincts had kicked into overdrive. A hard yank forward resulted in Gipsy’s blades cutting his tail up the middle, but Godzilla paid it no mind as he finally sent Striker flying. Their eyes wide with fright, Raleigh and Mako strained as hard as they could to pull Gipsy’s blades out of the ground.


A powerful body-slam from Godzilla floored the old mech.


“Raleigh, retract your sword!” Mako yelled to her co-pilot, “get ready to charge the plasma cannon! Fire on my signal!” Nodding to her, Raleigh did exactly as she asked. However, he was lucky he disengaged the weapon just in time—had he not readjusted himself back into place afterwards, he would’ve been sent flying through the conn-pod when Godzilla kicked the fallen Jaeger across the coastline.


The nuclear giant growled painfully as his tail worked to stitching itself back into one piece, looming above his prone opponent like a malevolent god as he stomped forward with the intention of crushing her apart with his bare hands.


“Mako...” Raleigh said nervously, but she shook her head.


“Imadani!”


Trusting her plan, the ranger instead began to put his effort into getting the Jaeger back on her feet, keeping eyes on the approaching Godzilla all the while. Seeing this, the oceanic deity began to speed up his pace. As he marched, he felt a familiar set of footsteps vibrating behind him. Judging at exactly the second they were close enough, Godzilla bellowed loudly and spun around, smacking his now-regenerated tail into the recovered Striker Eureka.


*****


Slattern watched the carnage unfold from afar, Leatherback right beside him. Even when up against entities that were specifically built for the hunting and killing of their species, the atomic demon seemed to be nigh-unstoppable. Not even the combined might of the robotic hunters could kill him—he was thrashing them with ease.


The extraterrestrials looked to their exhausted kin, who cradled her newborn under a leather wing as she rested. They both quivered with fear when Godzilla’s roar resounded through the vicinity, and the duo looked back to the combat.


Torn between two options, they pondered over a decision... ... ...


*****


Godzilla planted his foot on Gipsy’s chest, cracking the tar and concrete apart as a giant humanoid impression ingrained itself from the Jaeger’s bulk. Steel cracked asunder, wires began to tear as the dinosaur pressed downward, slowly increasing the pressure in his leg. “If you don’t mind, Mako,” Raleigh piped up as he hit a command above him, “I’d like to burn the son of a bitch!”


In a flash, a burst of nuclear flames sprang to life from Gipsy’s glowing chest core, straight into Godzilla’s foot—but the nuclear menace remained undeterred. To him, the flames didn’t even tickle; they were nothing compared to... ... ...


Compared to... ... ...


Images began to flash through his mind. He audibly growled, quickly shutting off that dangerous line of thought.


“What the hell IS this thing?!” Raleigh cried. It seemed that no matter what they threw at this beast, he never failed to shock them. It were as if they were gluttons for punishment.


Mako begged for differ, and stabbed Gipsy’s chain sword into Godzilla’s leg. But even as he bellowed in pain, the irradiated dinosaur focused on one thing and one thing only: Gipsy Danger’s flame-spewing heart. Godzilla could smell the nuclear energy radiating from the glowing core, heightening his lust for its energy. Grabbing the Jaeger’s arm, Godzilla yanked the blade free of his leg before removing it from the robot’s chest; then lunged down and seized her nuclear heart with one hand. Paying the atomic fires that licked his hand no mind whatsoever, the prehistoric behemoth tightened his grip on Gipsy’s core.


But, whatever he did, he kept his eyes off those roaring flames at all costs... ... ...


A massive form landed on Godzilla from behind, wrapping two powerful arms around his armpits. A high-pitched ululation screamed from Gipsy’s unknown savior as Godzilla thrashed madly, his grip on the Jaeger lost. Then the nuclear giant turned around amidst his thrashing, and both pilots widened their eyes in shock at what they saw.


Leatherback was riding atop Godzilla’s shoulders like a rodeo bull-rider!


The gorilla-like Kaiju screeched into Godzilla’s ears as he put on more pressure to his grip, his untimely rescue allowing Gipsy to get back to her feet.


Within the Shatterdome, everyone gasped in shock at what had just happened. Never once in the history of the Kaiju War had anything remotely close to what they were seeing occurred, nor had the concept that it even could ever dawned on them. Even Marshal Stacker Pentecost couldn’t believe his eyes, and he didn’t even try to hide it.


Leatherback growled as he felt his grip beginning to slip, Godzilla’s thrashing beginning to wear on him. But he smirked, for he had a different plan in mind. As Godzilla flailed, the ape-like quadruped suddenly leaped off him like a monkey, landing on all fours. Before Godzilla could comprehend why the alien ape had suddenly chosen flight over fight, he felt the ground begin to shake.


Slattern rocketed his full body weight into a lunge—and was taken completely by surprise when Godzilla reacted by thrusting his lower body to his right and smacking his tail into the hammer-headed monster’s face, sending him reeling.


Godzilla spun around with a bellow and began to charge the stunned alien, but Leatherback intervened just in time. Not even bothering to charge, Leatherback jumped as high and far as his limbs could allow and landed upon Godzilla’s back once more. The ape-like reptile screeched to his companion, who nodded in reply. Slattern roared as he ran forward, slamming his shark-like head into Godzilla’s torso, but even with the force of the blow the monster king held his feet planted firmly into the earth as he skidded back.


But Slattern wasn’t done—and neither was Leatherback.


As the latter repeatedly jerked Godzilla by his armpits, the former turned his entire body around and lashed out with his multiple tails. Striking Godzilla at his legs, the dinosaur was swept out from underneath, sending him toppling to the ground with a frustrated roar. The scarred behemoth began to scramble back to his feet, but a hard punch to the face from Leatherback distracted him long enough for Slattern to crouch down and point his lower body upward, rearing his tails high up into the air above Godzilla. Leatherback punched Godzilla’s head yet again, this time smacking it straight into the concrete and making an impression that would serve as a future reminder to this battle. Then, when Slattern was ready, Leatherback jumped away.


The boom of Slattern’s tails colliding with Godzilla’s scarred flesh was powerful enough to rattle every building for miles. But the howling cry that boomed from the saurian’s jaws was not one of pain, but pure rage. Had Slattern been able to see inside Godzilla’s body, he would be displeased with the results of his handiwork, but he paid the concept no mind.


Growling threateningly, Slattern turned around to face the downed reptile, who was already struggling to get back to his feet. However, being slightly ingrained into the concrete was making such a task difficult—and it wasn’t going to get any easier. The moment Godzilla began to rise, three heavy forms landed on him like crocodile wranglers.


Leatherback snarled as he put all the strength in his body into holding the fanged saurian down, while Gipsy Danger and Striker Eureka continued to pummel his head with punch after punch. As she continued to try and make the dinosaur’s head one with the city concrete, Gipsy looked to her unexpected ally, who glared back at her with bioluminescent blue eyes. It was clear what that look meant.


Don’t think this changes anything.


A rumble of intimidation growled from Slattern’s throat as he reared up on his hind legs, holding his entire upper body above the four combatants. Knowing what this meant, all three captors released their hold and jumped away. Godzilla snapped his jaws vainly at them—which turned to a scream of pure frustration when Slattern brought his entire body weight down upon him with a colossal BOOM!


Godzilla’s roar of rage was so loud it sent waves of terror through the multi-tailed monster, but nevertheless he kept the burnt reptile pinned beneath his massive body. Lunging down like a snake, Slattern sank his teeth into Godzilla’s neck before shaking in an attempt to tear the injury, all the while his tails snaked around and began to pierce the monster king’s body like organic spears.


Jerking his head to the left with all his might, Godzilla ignored his throat being torn before clamping his jaws down upon Slattern’s, plunging his fangs into the tender flesh in squirts of blue. Howling in surprise, Slattern continued to spear Godzilla’s body open with his tails in the hopes of eventually dislodging the mutated dinosaur, but every wound he sustained healed in seconds.


Godzilla planted both his palms underneath the hammerhead’s torso, and with a shove sent the largest, heaviest Kaiju from the breach sprawling on his back a few hundred meters away.


The reptilian deity bellowed his musical shriek as he finally stood to his full height. Slattern gurgled an agonized groan as he tried to right himself, coughing up gallons of blood. His throat had been torn by Godzilla’s teeth in the process of being thrown back, but he could still carry on. Thundering a brass growl, Godzilla whipped around to face his other opponents, and did not waste time hunkering down and charging like a maddened bull.


“RALEIGH, NOW!” Mako roared! In an instant, Gipsy’s right hand morphed into a claw-like structure, centered around a bluish core which began to glow and sparkle with electrical energy. But by the time it reached firing state, Godzilla was right on top of them.


Until yet again, fate intervened in the form of Leatherback.


The reptilian simian slammed into Godzilla from the side, eliciting a bassy roar from the enraged saurian. Turning on the ape-like beast, Godzilla lunged at Leatherback faster than he could’ve anticipated, grabbing hold of his shoulders with his hands. As Leatherback snapped in aggression his saurian foe hoisted him up on his hind legs, then lunged forward and clamped his jaws around his neck.


“PLASMA CANNON, NOW!” Raleigh roared.


“Plasma cannon: engaged,” the computer droned in reply.


With Godzilla standing in one spot, there was nothing he could do to avoid the oncoming strike. Streak after streak of pure concentrated plasma lashed out from the Jaeger’s glowing hand and lanced into the monster king’s massive body. Loud roars of rage boomed from Godzilla’s fanged jaws as Gipsy unloaded all her firepower into the saurian deity. Seizing the opportunity, Leatherback threw his head forward and smashed it into Godzilla’s chest, knocking the irradiated dinosaur back and breaking free of his grip, backing off at last.


The irradiated god bellowed in pain but continued to stand his ground, holding up one arm in an instinctual response to ease at least some of it. Gipsy Danger kept firing until the clip was empty, to which only then were her pilots able to get a glimpse of the results.


Godzilla’s injuries were painful and brutal, but not fatal—and they were already beginning the process of overcoming their cauterized state in order to start properly regenerating.


The deity of Odo Island curled his upper lip in a snarl, displaying his snake-like teeth in a threatening sneer. His tail smashed the ground behind him, displaying his current emotions every bit as clearly as his face. Ignoring his painful injuries, Godzilla began to stomp towards the Mark III Jaeger—only to suddenly reel in surprise when a spray of glowing blue liquid began to cover his entire upper body. All combatants on the battlefield turned to see what—or better yet, who—was causing such a disturbance.


Still clutching her newborn to her chest with one arm like a primate, Otachi hissed as she continued to vomit forth a streaming hose of powerful acid onto the nuclear giant while he thrashed and bellowed in confusion. She could tell that even working together with her sworn enemies, her allies needed assistance to beat this saurian tyrant, and every offensive helped.


Steam billowed off Godzilla’s body as acid burned away at keloid scars harder than solid diamond, the two forces clashing in a vicious race of physics. Even if it wouldn’t be enough to fatally wound or fell the nuclear behemoth, Otachi pressed her attack as long as she could in hopes that she could at least temporarily tax Godzilla’s rapid healing factor long enough for her allies to hit him while he was vulnerable. While it wasn’t doing the damage she hoped it would, to say it was doing nothing to Godzilla’s flesh would be very false.


The intermediary reptile scrabbled wildly at his body in an effort to rid himself of his acidic shower, but due to his currently occupied state he failed to notice Striker Eureka beginning to pull a new trick. Within the Jaeger’s conn-pod, Hercules and Chuck both struck a chest-out pose as the former spoke up, “engaging missiles!” Their mech following their actions, Striker struck the same pose shortly before his chest port opened up, revealing six cannons loaded and ready to fire missiles designed to injure even the sturdiest of Kaiju. With Godzilla in his current state, there was no better time to unleash such an attack than now.


Otachi had cut off her attack, saving her reservoirs for later.


“NOW!” Hercules bellowed, pressing the necessary control.


At once, a volley of six missiles designed to pierce and detonate the hardiest Kaiju hide lunged forth from the Mark 5 Jaeger’s open chest port. Godzilla, still showered in Otachi’s acid, was caught completely off guard when one after the other the missiles slammed into his torso and detonated. The same six missiles that had slain over ten Kaiju in the past blew apart upon the reptilian behemoth’s flesh, enshrouding his massive body in great pillars of roaring fire and thick smoke. A howling trill roared into the night, Godzilla stepping out of the dying conflagration with fresh holes blown into his scarred flesh.


Fresh, painful, but still not fatal.


A loud crackling noise rang in the air; a noise with an unmistakable meaning. All five combatants looked up at its source, and wisely backed away. Godzilla widened his eyes in bewilderment when he saw Slattern beginning to rear up, his entire back and multiple tails crackling and sparking to life with cerulean electricity. Before Godzilla could comprehend what was happening, Otachi fired yet another hose of acid that doused his wounded torso, rending the wounds further. The intermediary dinosaur reared back with a booming bellow and held his arms up to take the brunt of the assault—and realized too late he was being played.


Slattern fired.


A great beam of bright azure electricity roared from Slattern’s gaping maw, enveloping Godzilla in its crackling path in a split second with no hope of avoiding. Millions upon millions of volts of electricity zapped through Godzilla’s flesh from the inside out, and the prehistoric behemoth let loose a heaven-quaking howl as he stumbled blindly amidst the voltaic haze. Even the Jaeger pilots had to cover their ears to prevent deafness from the sheer auditory power of the saurian’s baritone cry.


Godzilla’s once baleful eyes stared into the ceaselessly flashing lights that scourged his face... ... ...and something went off. Something flashed deep within the reptile’s mind. In that moment, Godzilla shut his eyes and roared in distress, blindly swiping his clawed hands at nothing in particular as he tried to get out of the electrical haze; but everywhere he walked, Slattern followed his line of fire.


The hammerhead Kaiju unloaded all his firepower until he had none left.


The moment Slattern’s assault finally came to a cease, Godzilla bellowed a hollow scream that set everyone’s teeth on edge. His eyes dilated, his clawed feet digging hard into the ground, Godzilla’s screams of distress echoed all throughout the island of Japan as he swayed about. The combatants looked at the prehistoric sea monster in shock, unable to comprehend where this had come from. Physically, Godzilla was entirely unharmed by Slattern’s electric ray—but from what they were seeing, mentally, a different story presented itself.


Images flashed across Godzilla’s eyes; moments that he knew and recognized playing through his primal mind as if he were re-living them all over again. The radioactive animal tried to resist, but the harrowing flashbacks could not be suppressed. For a moment that seemed like an eternity, Godzilla howled in anguish as he re-lived his most ghastly secret in a monstrous, full-fledged panic attack.


Then, the recollections faded back into memory, deep in the darkest corners of Godzilla’s embittered mind.


For a moment Godzilla was still; his reptilian nature seemingly on display as his throat pulsed rapidly with breath, his pupils dilated to the point they almost encompassed his eyes... ... ...before they contracted to their usual state, the bobbing in his throat decreasing in intensity, and a deep rumbling growl echoed from the pit of his gut like a demonic double bass. Even with his animalistic face difficult to read expression-wise, it was very clear something had just triggered Godzilla in the worst way possible—and now he was more enraged than ever.


The mythical sea monster looked to the largest of the Kaiju from the breach, Slattern, who immediately backed away and hissed threateningly. Before Godzilla could act, however, rapid footfalls grabbed his attention. Striker Eureka lunged in like a mechanical ninja, sting blades out and ready—and was immediately grabbed by the shoulder and slung into Slattern like a toy, tripping the massive quadruped up and sending both combatants crashing to the ground. Gipsy Danger and Leatherback tried to take up their allies’ fight, but Godzilla turned about and charged them like a maddened bison.


Leatherback jumped over Godzilla’s head, intending to land behind him—and was slammed out of the air mid-jump by the saurian’s mighty tail. At the same time Gipsy, her chain sword unsheathed, bent low as she ran with the intention of slicing open Godzilla’s torso in an attempt to re-open his healed wounds; but the nuclear nightmare grabbed the Mark III’s arm in one hand, stopping her. Before Gipsy Danger could attack with her free hand Godzilla suddenly turned on his heels and threw her forward, sending her crashing in front of the still-wounded Slattern.


A screeching bellow caught Godzilla’s attention as Otachi tackled the irradiated reptile, digging her talons into his shins as she pushed him back. Godzilla suddenly bellowed in pain when he felt something stab into his tail, and he turned his head back to view the cause of the disturbance. His eyes widened in fury when he saw the infant Otatchi, a smaller copy of its mother, biting down on his tail like a puppy with a chew toy!


Godzilla finally snapped.


Thrusting his tail up and down, Godzilla began to continuously beat the infant against the earth while it continued to hold on like a wrangling bulldog. Seeing this, Otatchi let loose a burst of acid straight into Godzilla’s face, eliciting a contrabass roar from the sea monster—but failed to take notice of a new phenomenon that had flashed into existence. Godzilla’s dorsal spines were now glowing like giant lanterns.


Even with the acid streaming into his face, nothing could be done to halt what came next.


A white, radioactive blast of pure atomic energy burst from the saurian’s open jaws, straight down those of Otatchi. The temperatures were unlike any the winged Kaiju had ever felt in her life, and when a fiery explosion combusted from within her mouth, Otatchi recoiled with a most horrendous scream of agony. Her acid sac had detonated, the roof of her mouth was burning, but Godzilla did not stop. Turning his head down as Otatchi recoiled, Godzilla bathed the winged cretin in his atomic ray for a good ten seconds before finally stopping.


Whipping his tail with such force even the infant’s vice-like jaws couldn’t hold on, Godzilla cast Otatchi’s child aside like an afterthought as he charged the gravely wounded mother. The wounds she had sustained were unlike anything she could’ve possibly imagined, and the pain was so excruciating it was all but unbearable. Godzilla slammed his full body weight into Otatchi, knocking her sprawling and triggering her already flaring pain receptors even more when her burns scraped against the earth in her fall.


Suddenly, Godzilla was floored flat on his stomach by not one, nor even two, but four colossal masses slamming on top of him, pinning him under their combined bulk. Leatherback and Slattern howled their alien cries as they exerted all their strength into keeping the tumorous reptile on the ground—all the while Gipsy Danger and Striker Eureka assailed his body with a barrage of slashes and stabs with their respective bladed weapons. Striker even went as far as to stab his sting blades into the base of Godzilla’s neck, and once more attempted to begin winding them around in an effort to sever the beast’s head from his shoulders. Seeing this, Slattern tried to help hold the reptile down and lunged in for a bite aimed at his head.


A most horrible mistake.


With a roar of unstoppable fury, the God of Odo Island thrust his head back and bashed it into Slattern’s cranium with such force, a loud organic CRACK! resounded across the city of Tokyo. Slattern howled pitifully as he reeled back in agony—an opportunity Godzilla capitalized on quickly. With Slattern off of him, the keloid-scarred saurian instantly broke into a hollering fit of uncontrollable thrashing. Leatherback screeched as he tried to hold the dinosaur still, but made the mistake of leaving himself vulnerable to Godzilla’s most formidable weapon.


His spines aglow with Cherenkov radiation, Godzilla let loose his atomic fury yet again. Leatherback screamed in agony as the full intensity of the blast scorched his body, and reeled away. Bellowing with furious madness, the deity of Odo Island had little trouble forcing his way past the grips of the two Jaegers. Striker Eureka delivered a hard, fast cross to the left side of his face—only for Godzilla to yank his left arm out of Gipsy’s grasp and slap Striker in the face with it, sending the Mark V flying. Gipsy Danger quickly ducked as Godzilla swiped with his right hand, slashing across the saurian’s belly with her scimitars in a spurt of crimson lifeblood—before the irradiated reptile suddenly charged without warning.


With a powerful impact, Godzilla slammed the Mark III Jaeger off her feet. As Gipsy lay on her back, a screeching roar caught the dinosaur’s attention. With a vicious snarl, Godzilla turned back around to see Slattern on two legs, rearing up like a bear as he prepared to throw his full weight down upon the saurian.


As if Godzilla even cared.


A baritone roar echoing from his fanged maw, Godzilla bulldozed the Category V right off his feet with little resistance. Slamming his palms against Slattern’s shoulders, the God of Odo Island pushed the hammerhead beast across the battlefield no matter how hard he tried to resist, slamming him through countless smaller buildings in a straight path of destruction. A howling screech left Slattern’s jaws as he tripped off-balance, falling straight through a large building as Godzilla shoved him to the ground with an angry roar. The Category V tried to right himself in any way he could, but such a hope was rendered a useless desire when Godzilla kicked him in the face, before then rearing up his right foot and bringing it down upon the hammerhead’s chest. Slattern bellowed and tried to break free, but he was entirely at the saurian’s mercy. Dorsal spines aglow, Godzilla reared back with an inhalation... ... ...


... ... ...and was snagged right off his feet by yet another intervention of fate in the form of a wounded, but still-living Otachi.


Talons piercing the scarred flesh of Godzilla’s sides, Otachi just barely managed to lift the atomic saurian off the ground, flying as far away from Slattern as possible. But keeping him aloft was a huge trouble in of itself, so Otachi added more strength to the task. The winged fury wrapped her lengthy tail around Godzilla’s midsection and applied pressure, managing to secure a firm hold as she flew across the city. Every movement was a shockwave of horrible pain, but Otachi did her best to muscle through it as she proceeded to smash Godzilla through several buildings in her mad flight.


But no matter how hard she tried, Godzilla was beyond the point of restraint.


His spines glowing to life, Godzilla’s gaping jaws vomited forth yet another atomic ray. The blast of superheated radiation struck Otachi at the right wing, eliciting a booming explosion that drowned out a horrid screech of pain as the winged Kaiju finally lost aerial control and plummeted to the ground.


Otachi, despite having lost her capability of flight, went on the offensive mere seconds after the painful crash-landing. With a shrieking howl, she lunged with jaws shape towards Godzilla’s throat—but the God of Odo Island reacted just as quickly by grasping her jaws with both of his hands, stopping her. The winged menace yanked and pulled, trying to snap her maw shut while trying to push it towards Godzilla’s neck. But it was not to be.


Spines flashing like demented lanterns, Godzilla let loose his atomic breath right down Otachi’s gaping jaws—and this time, he didn’t stop. The Antiverse Kaiju screeched horrendously as she tried to thrash about, but Godzilla held her just still enough to keep the flow of atomic radiation down her jaws. Otachi’s tail jabbed and snapped at the reptilian giant, but Godzilla ignored it entirely in his pure rage and kept firing. The winged beast’s struggles began to lessen as the flesh was burnt and vaporized right off her skull, and her bones quickly blackened crisp like charred firewood. Her tail finally slumped limply as her body fell, Godzilla throwing her weight off of him with a heaving grunt.


Otachi was no longer amongst the land of the living.


Godzilla panted as he finally stood to his feet, towering over the scarred corpse of his slain foe—and his feet detected small but fast vibrations in the ground, growing closer in rapid succession. The angry saurian didn’t have to look behind him to know what it was, but he did regardless. His dorsal spines flashed as he watched the infant Otachi run towards him as fast as its underdeveloped arms could carry it, leaping at Godzilla with a feral screech—and Godzilla responded by kicking the baby as hard as he possibly could.


The infant Kaiju was sent flying like a tennis ball, crashing across the pavement of downtown Tokyo and skidding to a painful halt through the concrete. Blood coughed from the creature’s throat as it shakily tried to get to its feet, but its fragile body had sustained injuries far more ghastly than what appeared at first glance. But before it even had a chance to recover, Godzilla stampeded towards it with a vengeful bellow. Without a second thought, a quick burst of atomic vapor seared from Godzilla’s jaws and struck the infant’s position, eliciting a massive explosion of radioactive flames that almost immediately began to burn out of control. Emerging from the conflagration with a scream of agony, the baby Kaiju limped steadily away from the enraged saurian, its body wracked with hideous burns that flaked and smoked like charred wood.


Godzilla howled with unrelenting anger and began to stomp towards the cretin, only for an angry shriek to catch his attention. The Feared Deity of Odo Island turned about to see an injured but still-breathing Leatherback charging him on all fours, howling in rage at the death of his winged comrade. As the prehistoric reptile engaged the alien simian yet again, the infant Kaiju limped away.


Coughing up bioluminescent hemoglobin, it pushed on, gradually dragging its keloid-scarred body towards the radioactive corpse of its mother. Seconds seemed to pass like months as the injured baby slowly made its way towards the body of Otachi, its strength waning with every second. Closer and closer it drew to the charred, unrecognizable husk that was once its mother’s face, another gout of glowing blood gagging from its jaws. In this moment, it was clear that the newborn Kaiju wasn’t going to make it, the cause unmistakable.


A massive case of radiation cancer.


The infant managed to bemoan one last time as it reached just meters away from its mother’s burnt skull, its pillar-like arms shaking until they finally gave out and the baby collapsed before its deceased parent.


It never moved again, joining her in the realm of the deceased, it’s life over before it had even begun.



*****



Godzilla roared menacingly as Leatherback jumped over him, landing on his back and wringing one arm part-way around his neck—before Godzilla grabbed hold of it and slung forward, yanking the alien off and slamming him back-first against the ground. Leatherback shrieked and blindly swung a hand, but Godzilla grabbed it before biting down on two of the fingers in squirts of blood. Leatherback cried out in pain and tried to right himself, attempting to swing his other fist against Godzilla’s face, but it only took one brutal yank backwards of his head for the scarred saurian to rip the fingers right off the hand. Staggering to his feet, Leatherback roared and howled in equal parts pain and fury, beating the ground with his mace-like fists. Blood leaking from the stumps that once connected the severed appendages, Leatherback charged Godzilla once more, the sea monster spitting out the fingers before charging himself.


Even throwing himself at the God of Odo Island with all the upper body strength he could muster, Leatherback didn’t even make the angry saurian budge a centimeter as Godzilla steamrolled him right off his feet. A surprised shriek left the alien’s jaws as Godzilla stormed him through a sizable building, shoving him onto his stomach with an angry snarl. As Godzilla lifted a foot and stamped it onto the alien’s lower back, Leatherback’s bioluminescent veins began to brighten significantly in both color and luminosity. His attention seized, Godzilla’s head twitched back in bewilderment as electricity began to sizzle and travel up to the organ on his back, growing in intensity until, at close range, the organ snapped down and unleashed a shockwave of electricity from Leatherback’s body.


The electromagnetic pulse zapped over Godzilla as it traveled in a wide circle, completely shorting out all electronics for two miles. Tokyo was purged into a city-wide blackout; the just-recovered Striker Eureka was rendered limp as a boned fish. Both Hercules and Chuck yelled out in pain as the electricity shocked them, their beloved Jaeger shutting down all lights and standing still like an inanimate statue.


Godzilla recoiled, swaying with an anguished roar, pupils dilated like the eyes of a shark.


Leatherback quickly began scrambling back off the ground, pouncing on Godzilla and taking him by surprise. Landing the irradiated reptile on his side, the extraterrestrial simian began to wail on his head with balled fists. Shrieking in rage, Leatherback smashed his fists against the dinosaur’s howling head like biological maces, trying to cave his skull in. But as he reared them up in preparation for another strike, another searing burst of atomic fury lashed out from Godzilla’s jaws. Caught in the devastating attack, Leatherback screamed in agony and recoiled off, giving Godzilla the opportunity he needed to fire a second atomic burst as he began to rise back to his feet.


As Leatherback writhed in his fiery torture, Godzilla charged him in a blind rage. Screaming with a terrible fury, the nuclear giant tackled the burnt alien to the ground, who was in too much pain to resist. Then, without hesitation, he began to repeatedly stomp his right foot upon his head, cratering the concrete beneath with every powerful hit. Azure blood flew in spurts as the irradiated dinosaur smashed his foot against the alien’s skull, cracking bone and crushing flesh with sickening cracks. Leatherback’s movements had already begun to slow, the Category IV all but unable to fight back anymore as Godzilla wailed on him.


A whining groan rasped from the jaws of Slattern as he limped towards the enraged Godzilla, he too seemingly losing strength as he moved. His body was matted with the same hideous burns, bioluminescent blood occasionally vomiting from his maw in horrid coughs. The Category V was but a pale imitation of his former self, slowly falling under the horrific effects of radiation poisoning inflicted by Godzilla’s dreadful heat ray. Nonetheless, the hammerhead stalked towards the wrathful saurian, determined to see to it that he would take him down before the light of dawn signaled the end of this night. Powering all the strength he could into his limbs, Slattern galloped towards Godzilla and swung his electricity-crackling tails, smashing them against the burnt reptile.


A loud bellow of fury roared from Godzilla’s fanged jaws as he recoiled from the force of the impact—and almost instantly, he went on the offensive. Screaming in rage, Godzilla grabbed Slattern’s tails, completely ignoring the electric voltages that traveled harmlessly across his body, and yanked. Unable to stand against the saurian’s immeasurable strength, Slattern bemoaned a loud wail as he was carried off his feet and slung painfully onto his back, shattering the concrete beneath and staining it with his bioluminescent blood and pieces of his dying skin. Lifting again, Godzilla slammed the Category V directly onto the crippled Leatherback, stacking the two Kaiju in a heap.


Godzilla didn’t spare them a moment of mercy.


Eyes wide with rage, Godzilla breathed forth his horrendous heat ray. Bathed in the full sweltering fury of temperatures exceeding that of humankind’s most terrible weapon, the Kaiju from The Breach could bear it no longer. They were too sick and too wounded to carry on anymore, too broken to stand up against a foe they had no chance of defeating. Slattern managed one last wail of defeat before being drowned out by the explosion of nuclear flames, collapsing beneath the radioactive bonfire that Godzilla consumed them in. Their burning corpses lay beneath those roaring flames, flames of which began to spread and light ablaze the closest buildings to their vicinity. Just like that, all three Kaiju were now dead; no longer a threat, but merely a fading shadow under the shade of a new, very different kind of darkness.


Uttering a roar of vengeful ferocity, Godzilla turned away from the dissolving corpses of his extraterrestrial foes, and turned back towards the last remaining obstacles in his way.



*****



“Striker! Striker, come in! Can you hear me?!” Raleigh tried to call over the communications line, but received no response from the pilots of the motionless Jaeger. “Striker!”


“Gipsy, do you read us?! Their comms are down!” Tendo called over the communication line. “They won’t be able to reboot in two hours!”


“Is there a way to give them spare—?”


GYAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOONNNN


The ground shook with incessant quakes that shook Tokyo to its core as Godzilla stampeded towards the Mark III Jaeger, a vengeful roar echoing from his mighty jaws.


“RALEIGH!” Mako hollered.


“”I SEE HIM!” Raleigh replied as he and Mako instantly got Gipsy moving again.


Quickly abandoning Striker’s post, Gipsy Danger unsheathed her right wrist blade while morphing her left hand into a plasma cannon, all the while Godzilla gained rapidly on them. The Mark III twisted on her heels and banked to the side just as Godzilla pounced upon where they had been standing, swiping a hand and knocking the comatose Mark V off his feet.


“HERC!” Raleigh screamed, but Gipsy could do nothing as Godzilla chased after them, claws extended and fangs bared. The Mark III’s pilots thought fast and made a low swipe with the chain sword, but the scarred reptile, learning from the past, made way to make sure such an injury wasn’t inflicted again. With a loud CLANG! he grabbed the limb by the wrist with one hand, stopping it dead in its tracks. Already terrified eyes broadened wide as Godzilla lifted his head to look the Jaeger right in her visor, his savage eyes seemingly piercing right through to glower right at the terror-stricken pilots.


“RALEIGH, NOW!” Mako bellowed.


Aiming her plasma cannon at the saurian’s right leg, Gipsy fired. Three azure blasts of pure plasma lanced into Godzilla’s kneecap, making the dinosaur howl with furious torment—but he did not let go. Acting fast, Gipsy moved her aim and fired more blasts into Godzilla’s face, eliciting more angry bellows from the deity of Odo Island... ... ...and an atomic ray seared forth from his jaws, catching Gipsy’s left arm in its superheated path. For one second, the metallic limb suddenly lit up with a bright orange glow which turned to a ghostly white.


A second later, the entire arm exploded.


Thousands of volts of electricity traveled through the neural load to shock Mako Mori’s arm like a lightning rod. A howl of pure agony unlike any she had ever felt in her life echoed from the woman as she reeled back, clutching her arm as she felt the pain of having one’s limb blown apart by atomic radiation. Her scream echoed through the communications line of the Shatterdome, a sound that instantly spurred Stacker Pentacost out of his calm demeanor. As everyone gasped at Mako’s horrific screams, Stacker yelled out his daughter’s name in anguish for all to see—not that anyone cared nor judged him in the slightest.


Back on the battlefield, Godzilla ignored the pain of his healing kneecap and kicked Gipsy Danger right in the stomach, sending her flying back an impressive 150 meters and landing with a resounding crash. His regenerating injuries giving him an even more nightmarish appearance than his already scarred physique, Godzilla charged the Mark III Jaeger.


“Raleigh, get yourself and Mako out of there! Gipsy can’t take much more!” Tendo screamed through the comms.


“Send an escort to pick up Striker! We gotta keep this thing from—AAH!”


Raleigh failed to finish his request when Godzilla kicked Gipsy a second time, sending her skidding through several small buildings. The irradiated reptile howled with rage and gave chase, catching up to the crippled Jaeger in but a few seconds. It was absolutely indescribable the level of fury the radioactive dinosaur was feeling right now; all the pain, all the frustration, all the trauma, every memory, all the unbearable sorrow, all the fiery wrath and the molten thirst for revenge, he focused every last drop and ounce of it to boost his rage and amplify his killing prowess. He was a bellowing locomotive all but berserk with rage. If Godzilla were a bomb, he was going off right now.


Lifting a clawed foot, Godzilla stomped down upon Gipsy’s stomach. Metal bent to its limit, shards flew, wires tore open, sparks leaked like blood as miniature fires flared to life. Alarms howled like banshees within the cockpit, Mako continued to bemoan in agony as the pain of a lost limb persisted in her neural load.


“RALEIGH! DISCONNECT THE HANDSHAKE!” Tendo howled fearfully, “GET YOURSELVES OUT OF THE DRIFT! THERE’S NOTHING MORE YOU CAN DO!”


“I hear you, sir!” Raleigh replied, “disconnecting the drift!


Upon pressing the necessary command, Raleigh allowed himself to disengage from the cockpit’s restraints, and immediately made way to working on preparing the escape pods. Mako groaned in painful defiance in the face of death as she let the neural handshake begin to die down-


-before three colossal claws ripped through the Jaeger’s face in a shower of metallic shrapnel and shards of glass. Wires and machinery were decimated, Raleigh leaped back just in time to avoid a terrible fate—and something happened. The Neural Handshake, The Drift, was not yet fully finished shutting down, and was now leaking through the seams torn by Godzilla. And as a result, an unexplainable phenomenon took place. Something deflected off The Drift, towards both sides.


And both suffered the consequences.


Mako’s pupils suddenly dilated, and she let loose a horrific scream that put the torture of having a severed limb to shame. That scream echoed throughout the bowels of Gipsy Danger like the cry of a burning banshee, but it was not the only. As Raleigh recovered and sprung into action to save his screaming co-pilot, her howls of torture were drowned out by the bellowing roar of an unmistakable source. Staggering back with pupils broadened, Godzilla roared to the heavens in a familiar tone of horrible pain, the same tone uttered earlier. Raleigh looked to the irradiated reptile... ... ...then back to Mako, who’s throat had gone hoarse from screaming. The ranger could hardly believe what he was seeing.


Was Mako... ... ...drifting with Godzilla?!


At first, Mako had no idea what she was seeing. All she saw was blue being overtaken by a flash of light, the light growing bigger and bigger as it seemed to consume all in its path. Heat built rapidly as the light expanded, the water that surrounded her body growing boiling hot like the inside of a furnace. Screaming, dinosaurian shapes were consumed by the quickly expanding flash of light, sending unfamiliar pangs of unbearable loss through Mako as she watched them vanish in the devilish explosion that now closed in on her. Her skin and muscle were burnt to a near crisp, her skin rapidly adorned with tree-bark like scars as her spines boiled and broke into irregular shapes. Bellowing through her fanged jaws, Mako screamed in a pain even omnipotent deities would find unimaginable as the light continued to burn her to the bone, the ear-shattering roar of The Bomb joined by the dying cries of an entire family group of unique lifeforms older than humankind itself. Her mate, her parents, her brothers and... ... ...


... ... ...these were not her memories.


And just like that, in a flash, it was over. She was no longer deep beneath the Pacific Ocean, watching a herd of creatures from a bygone era meet a grisly end at the hands of humankind’s most destructive weapon. She was Mako Mori, sprawled in the arms of Raleigh Beckett who picked her limp body off the cold floor of Gipsy Danger’s conn pod before hoisting her towards a familiar capsule that served one purpose.



And outside, Godzilla began to regain awareness of his surroundings.


At first, the saurian’s eyesight was too blurry to make out anything, still re-adjusting from the unexpected flashback; a hinderance which prevented him from noticing a pair of tiny capsules ejecting from the Jaeger’s head, shooting outwards and landing with a splash in Tokyo bay—and, not long after, another pair from the dormant Mark V not too far away. The ground thudding as he stepped back, Godzilla reared his draconic head backwards and howled again into the sky, but this time it was in neither rage nor pain.


It was loss.


For just one minute, a full sixty uninterrupted seconds, Godzilla let that loss linger. Let his seemingly indestructible body fall numb under the drug of depression, let his once unstoppable muscles lose all functionality sans keeping his massive form standing. And he stood there, his roar fading to a musical growl reminiscent of too many strings being rubbed the wrong way. A social animal robbed of the one thing needed to live a functional life: a family. A herd. Others of his kind. The last of his kind, a natural byproduct of life transformed into a living representation of humankind’s ultimate violation against nature; an animal that wanted nothing more than to live in peace in the deepest depths of the sea and raise a family, only for that family to be ripped away from him forever by the careless testing of a weapon that shouldn’t exist. A once benign organism that wanted nothing to do with those who dwelled on the surface, disfigured into a living nuclear weapon. The Incarnation of The Bomb. Once a mere animal, reduced to a lonely abomination of misused science. Godzilla lightly swayed. What more was there to do than weep? All and any hope for him was ripped permanently away long ago, his scars a reminder of that. He was a walking radioactive disaster, tainting Mother Earth’s very being with humankind’s vile poison everywhere he touched. He was a living hydrogen bomb, destined to walk the Earth forever. He would never have the life his extinct species were meant to live, he would never again know the warmth of love and empathy, the bonds of family. He would never again know peace.


And so Godzilla cried. His roar rebounded through the mainland like the song of mourning thunder, like the requiem of a grieving deity. As if the saurian were trying to reach out to whatever came after, trying to reach out to his murdered family in hopes they would hear him. But nobody would come to his emotional aid. Nobody knew nor would ever know his pain. No one would hear his cries.


And then... ... ...he realized something. There was something he could do but weep. And his eyes narrowed upon regaining their eagle-like vision, locking onto the prone Jaegers that lay before him... ... ..


With a baritone roar, Godzilla let loose his atomic breath. Caught in the superheated conflagration of radiation, even the might of the pride of the Pan Pacific Defense Corps that was Gipsy Danger could not withstand it, and a powerful explosion bathed the once great Mecha in atomic flames. As the fires immediately began to devour the defeated Jaeger, Godzilla turned his vicious attention to Striker Eureka. From afar, the four Jaeger pilots watched grimly as the Giant Hydrogen Bomb Monster let loose his radioactive fury upon the Mark V, engulfing it in yet another huge explosion that marked the end of its fighting days. The flames crackled and the earth shook, and Godzilla let loose his now-infamous roar to the midnight heavens, a statement of more than just power. More than just victory.


Thus, with nothing and no one left to oppose him, Godzilla turned his eyes on the city.


Mako Mori’s senses returned in full force just in time to see Godzilla utter a bellowing cry of rage and plunge straight into the city of Tokyo. Unopposed, unhindered and wrathfully unhinged, he rampaged. Even the largest buildings crumpled like paper, rubble flew, bursts of incandescent light incinerated or detonated all that they touched and tainted the aftermath with radiation to rival the Chernobyl disaster. Massive fires spread rapidly out of control, igniting the greatest skyscrapers and devouring them inch by inch until they could stand no longer and crumpled to a fiery demise. Godzilla howled with hateful agony as he towered over the Diet Building, his silhouette a horrific shadow amidst the giant fires that now consumed the metropolis. Godzilla, King of the Monsters, had turned Tokyo into a sea of fire.


Raleigh, Hercules, and even Chuck watched with clear sadness as Godzilla rampaged with terrible force, Mako managing to stand to her feet as her watery eyes remained glued to the scene. But the reasons for her tears differed greatly from her fellow peers. Even now, seeing Godzilla at his absolute worst; seeing the destructive abomination, the monster he had become, she felt immense sorrow for him. She pitied him.


The face, the body, the form of the creature was all monster, all horrendously disfigured behemoth bringing forth terrible radioactive destruction... ... ...but deep within was another layer. The needs, the wants, the heart, the mind, the soul of the beast was almost human. Godzilla was the bastard son of the Hydrogen Bomb. He was a darkness of an entirely different sort from the invaders from The Breach, a darkness created not by the hands of extraterrestrial geneticists, but created from the human soul. Still an animal, yet represented something so much deeper. He was the sacred beast of the apocalypse. A monster.


And yet, through it all, humankind was far more monstrous.


He was a monster created by humanity’s own monstrosity. Humanity awoke that creature, created that monster. Brought forth the darkness that was buried deep within. And so he retaliated, came back to destroy them. To haunt them. To remind them of the grisly aftermath of no one’s sins but their own. A living reflection of humanity’s very own abhorrent destructive capability. So different, humanity and Godzilla, and yet in the end, they were also so very much alike. With this realization, Mako Mori wiped a tear from her eye as the King of the Monsters continued to vent his heartbroken rage, Raleigh holding her tightly in a comforting embrace.


Godzilla exists inside each and every one of us.

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Winner:
Godzilla (1954)
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I certainly did not expect this to be up so soon! I hope everyone likes it! :mrgreen: :godzilla:

Fun fact: I originally started writing this match in early 2019, but life had different plans for me and I temporarily put it on hold, occasionally returning to it to write in a few paragraphs. But eventually came a time where I was able to fully draft where I wanted this match to go piece by piece, and thus the results are in.
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Alternate title: Godzilla wrecks the entire Pacific Rim universe because the damn kids woke him up.
But no seriously, great match! Easily one of my favorite K.W.C.E's to date. I especially love the human side of things this time around.
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This is a really damn good match. A Pacific Rim match has been long overdue to be uploaded, and this one knocks it out of the park. Great action, and great characterization for both humans and monsters.
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This was an amazing match! Really loved the characterization for everyone here, the action was really solid and entertaining. This is some solid work here.
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The characters are good and Godzilla as an unstoppable force in this story is fantastic gcb with the offset in who he was to what he is. Also... god, that baby death might be the darkest moment in KWC history. Sure, we had something similar in Spacegodzilla vs Biollante, but that happened in his subconscious whereas this is a "real" baby meeting its gruesome doom... :Godzilla68:
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Hot dang, 2021 really is the year of awesome matches!
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Keeping it short, this was awesome. The action was great, characterization for every single character was well-done, and the ending is properly somber. ShinGojira14 managed to paint Godzilla both as a dreaded, powerful terror and a tragic creature oh so perfectly. This was so great to read!
Choosing a KWCE Match of the Year really is gonna be difficult, isn't it? Well.... I guess that's to be expected :lol:

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