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Chapter 38: Fallout

The consequences of the nuclear explosions in the Murmansk Oblast were immediate and devastating. For the Soviets, the news gave them some reason to rejoice, but as with many things in Russia, it was middled with grief. The startling events were both a triumph and a tragedy. On one hand, their homeland was finally free of the overshadowing specter that was the Rodans, but on the other, their victory had come at a very steep cost. The effects of which would cast a much longer shadow than the Rodans ever could. The Russian people and the land itself as whole were to reap the fallout, both in a figurative and also in a very literal sense.

Massive fires on the ground in Murmansk were feeding copious magnitudes of radioactive ash into the surrounding atmosphere. Eventually, the displaced mass of radioactive dust, smoke, and debris mingled with a storm system bound southward. Strong winds from the northern coast blew the radioactive rainclouds further inland and into the unsuspecting countryside. The clouds were so heavily polluted with contaminants that the ensuing rain came down as black as tar. Hundreds of miles of farmland and villages were tainted with radiation.

Even Moscow found itself in the path of the oncoming stormfront. The citizens of the city didn’t understand what was happening. No one had been warned ahead of time and thus many people wandered out into the streets to witness the odd sight and got soaked in the black rain. Before it was over, the whole city was contaminated. Worse still, the radiation found its way into the city’s main water supply. This was a crisis the Russian authorities simply weren’t prepared for. In the days that followed, countless people fell ill, and many died as a result. Countless others, who thought they had avoided the worst of it, would go on to develop serious health problems in the years to come.

As a more immediate consequence, however, there were hundreds of thousands of casualties across the country and terror on a national level. Something as simple as change in the winds was enough to potentially alter a person’s life forever just by shifting the path of the fallout. As for the impact of the land itself, the area in close proximity of the former Russian military base was so thoroughly poisoned with radiation that it would be uninhabitable for the next twenty-thousand years.

The surface of the base, the underground lab, and the monster eggs were all presumed destroyed in the explosion. No one could dare to set foot on the grounds there to verify it through. Photo resonance taken from a passing spy plane showed nothing left on the surface. The Rodans had also apparently been entirely vaporized by the blast. No trace of them was found either.

One big lesson had been learned through the tragic affair. The confrontation established that a Kaiju could indeed be killed by nuclear weapons, though the amount of devastation caused by the bombs were arguably more destructive than the monsters themselves. The explosions at Murmansk had been many times greater than the yield of the bomb deployed by the Germans at the battle of Kiev during the Second Great War.

One thing became crystal clear to all interested parties, if another nuclear weapon were to be deployed against a Kaiju, the time and place would have to be carefully considered in advance. A near miss could cause more harm than good. Dr. Tadokoro’s theory about monsters being potentially strengthened by radioactivity still held a lot of weight in the scientific community and raising another monster up to Godzilla’s threat level gave chills to many men who held positions of power.

Perhaps if a monster could be lured safely away from civilization to a remote island, and a kill could be guaranteed, the risk would be worthwhile. Until such a time though, the world’s powers would have to be conservative with their approach to using nuclear weapons against Kaiju.



In the middle of the Pacific Ocean, the cruiser USS Tallahassee was on a covert mission, steaming towards an unknown location. Prior to the Archimedes fleet being recalled back to San Deigo, the Tallahassee had been detached and diverted away from the main fleet. Her mission was considered too important by Admiral Malek to call her back with the rest of the ships. He instructed the captain of the Tallahassee to stay on course and remain on mission. Only a handful of her crew had any information about the nature of their operation.

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Brock was aboard the Tallahassee. He’d been personally selected by Admiral Malak to command a marine detachment onboard the cruiser for the duration of the mission. Brock had some knowledge of what to expect, but even he didn’t have all of the details. For the time being, he was just biding his time and waiting.

Word of the incident in Russia soon reached the Tallahassee and everyone had an opinion about it. The emergence of over two-dozen new kaiju also had some impact on the crew. In short, everyone was worried and on edge. In the ship’s galley, Brock gathered his squad of marines to address the issue and help ease their fears.

“Well, we can’t just use a nuke every time a kaiju pops up now.” Brock reasoned. “There are simply too many of them now. We’d end up irradiating half of the planet. I think the government is going to have to be very careful, and judicious, about how and when they employ nuclear weapons. Perhaps only as a last resort. What’s the point of saving the world from giant monsters if the human race can’t survive on it afterwards?”

“Alright Sarg, I see your point now.” Private Rusty Masterson relented. “Let’s change topics. How about we discuss what are we doing out here sir?” He suggested. Masterson was young, bored, and eager for some action.

“All I really know is the Admiral has some anonymous source of information who insisted it would be in our interest to investigate an island at a particular set of coordinates.” Brock replied. He could see that Private Masterson wasn’t quite satisfied with that answer. “If it makes you feel any better, I talked it over with the captain earlier today and he said that we were nearly there. We outta be deploying by tomorrow.”

Masterson immediately perked up upon hearing that, but Brock knew better than to get excited himself. All of Admiral Malek’s missions had been dubious up to that point. There was no reason to expect this would be any different. It might end up being exciting, but it was undoubtably going to be quite dangerous too.

“Feels like a trap to me.” Corporal Sunderberg pointed out warily. Sunderberg had a better head on his shoulders than Masterson. In general, he was a more cautious and competent marine. Seasoned and battle tested.

“Why do you think he’s only sending us…?” Brock retorted, smirking at Sunderberg. “The whole fleet could be sailing this direction right now if Admiral Malek was confident that this was a safe and worthwhile operation.” He noted shrewdly. The corporal nodded in agreement, raising an eyebrow, and pointing approvingly towards Brock with his index finger.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying all along.” Sunderberg went on, looking knowingly at Private Masterson. “Just sending one ship? Face it boys, we’re a calculated risk. Expendable if lost. This special mission has a stink about it.” Just then, Dr. Steiner walked in with over a dozen technicians following behind him. The marines all noticed them.

“What’s with the geek squad Boss?” Masterson grumbled, leering over to them.

“What, Dr. Stiener and his tech boys?” Brock scoffed. “Those geeks are the one and only thing that gives me any confidence in this mission. You should be happy they are with us. The fact that the good doctor is out here in the field makes me feel more at ease. If Admiral Malek is willing to put him at risk, maybe… just maybe, this operation is worth-while. But more to your question, they are here for their technical expertise. We are on a salvage mission.”

“What, why would they need marines for a simple salvage mission?” Private Masterson asked incredulously.

“Maybe it’s not a simple salvage mission chowder-head.” Corporal Sunderberg countered, annoyed with Masterson. The comment brought a smile to Brock’s face. He could see that he and Sunderberg were going to get along just fine.

“Wait, did someone find another UFO?” Masterson asked eagerly, shrugging off Sunderberg’s insult. “Like what they found out in Roswell in the forties?”

“God, shut up, Rusty, you’ll spread your stupidity to the rest of us!” Sunderland barked irritated. “It can’t be anything like that, right?” He looked over to Brock who was stone faced. “Right…?” Sunderland repeated, the confidence melting from his face more with each passing second.

“What I have been told is that there is a wrecked ship on the island.” Brock answered. “It’s supposed to be very advanced, and if we move fast, we have the opportunity to obtain some advanced technology. I don’t know the particulars of the origin of the ship, just that Admiral Malek wants to get his hands on it really badly.”

“What do you mean, if we act fast?” Sunderberg asked suspiciously. “There’s a time limit?”

“I was told there’s a shrinking window.” Brock replied. “The informant told Admiral Malek that the proper owners of the ship are aware that it’s missing, and they are actively looking for it themselves.”

“Wait, this doesn’t make much sense to me.” Sunderberg noted warily. “Who could know about this advanced ship that would be willing to just pass along the information to us? No, I don’t like it.”

“I wasn’t told that much.” Brock answered. “In truth, I’m not sure the Admiral even knows much about his informant, but apparently the potential prize is enough for him to risk our necks for it.”

“Jesus, I might just call-in sick tomorrow.” Private Masterson stated with a gulp.



The next day, Brock and his marine squad were in an assault helicopter flying over a sparkling blue lagoon heading towards a charted, but largely unexplored, island. Dr. Reinhart was along for the ride, but there simply wasn’t enough room for any more of his engineers to join him. The helicopter would have to go back for them on a second trip.

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“So… now that we’re here, where the hell are we Sarg?” Corporal Sunderberg asked, looking back and seeing that USS Tallahassee was shrinking in the distance behind them.

“Mondo Island.” Brock answered plainly.

As the helicopter came to the outer edge of the beach, it began to circle around the island’s exterior, looking for a wrecked ship. The marines peered out the windows, scanning the tropical landscape. If nothing else, it was attractive scenery. After several minutes of searching the perimeter, no ship of any kind had been found. Sunderberg looked nervous. To him, this meant that all of his worst fears had been confirmed. There was no ship, and they must have been lured into a trap.

Brock on the other hand kept his cool and instructed the pilot to proceed further into the island’s interior to continue the search. The pilot obeyed his orders, and the helicopter began to methodically circle the island in a shrinking spiral pattern, slowly taking them further and further in. Eventually, something caught Brock’s attention. There was a huge section of trees that had been cleared away in a wide, straight-line pattern. That had to be what they were looking for.

As the helicopter got closer to the devastated line of trees, all of the men inside could see that there was an immense object laying at the end of the path of destruction. It was hard to put together what they were looking at for a moment. It didn’t look all that much a like a traditional ship or a flying saucer. Instead, it closely resembled a gigantic biomechanical shark. As the chopper got closer, they could see that it was indeed a machine and not some sort of animal.

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The wrecked ship was to be right side up, but slightly off kilter. There were two large gun turrets on the topside of the ship with some type of sophisticated cannons sticking out of them. The barrels looked too thin to throw traditional shells. The hull of the vessel was a very dark shade of grey. There weren’t any open areas for crew to stand on the deck. The entire vessel was sleek and smooth by design.

“It looks like an advanced submarine.” Dr. Steiner noted. “But how did it get this far inland?”

“Good question.” Brock remarked. “That thing is at least ten times bigger than any submarines we have in service. It’s almost the size of a battleship.” He observed, impressed.

“Whatever it is, it’s battle damaged.” Sunderberg pointed out. Brock could see that the corporal was correct. The ship had definitely been attacked. There were two lines of burn marks charred into the portside hull. Most likely the result of some type of directed energy weapon. The ship’s armor plating managed to take the initial hit, but whatever had attacked it directed its beams into the main propulsion system at the tail-end of the ship.

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“This could be Battra’s handy work.” Reinhart suggested. “He’s been in the area recently and has the ability to inflict this type of damage.”

“Could be…” Brock agreed. “He does seem to be getting around a lot lately. Didn’t Marcus say that he saw some unknown fleet attacking Battra and it sank before he could identify them? This could be one of theirs.”

“That’s not a bad theory.” Reinhart replied. “It would fit.”

“Well, this is our chance to identify them.” Brock went on. “Pilot, take us down into that clearing nearby the ship.”



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Once they had landed and got to see the wrecked ship up close, the size of it was all the more impressive. The vessel was otherworldly, and yet somehow seemed familiar. It was like a monolithic piece of art. Standing next to it, looking up, Brock had a deep feeling of foreboding. There was no telling what they might find inside.

“Ok, well let’s send the helicopter back for the engineers so we can get started.” Reinhart suggested. He was clearly anxious to get a look inside the ship and discover the secrets within.

“Just hold up a minute.” Brock intervened. “We still need to clear that ship before you and your team go in. What if there are hostiles still alive onboard? What are you tech-boys going to do, throw wrenches at them?” Reinhart looked annoyed, but there was no getting around the truth of what Brock said.

“Ok, but just remember there’s a ticking clock element here Sargent.” Reinhart reminded Brock. “We don’t have an unlimited amount of time to accomplish our mission. With that said, how do you plan to get in?” Reinhart asked.

“How’s that main hatch coming along?” Brock shouted up to his combat engineer who was scouting around on top of the craft.

“Well sir, it’s a very strange metal, definitely stronger than steel.” The engineer reported. “Most likely an alloy we haven’t discovered yet. I haven’t been able to force the hatch. Can’t even put a scratch in it. Thinking maybe a demo charge might be the next best option. With your permission, I’m ready to go with it.”

“Proceed.” Brock called back to him flatly.

“Yes sir…” The engineer replied. “All clear!” He announced. A moment later, there was a moderate explosion which echoed across the hull of the ship. Brock could see a plum of smoke rising up from above. There were a few moments of silence. “Ok, that didn’t do it either Sarg.”

“Damn.” Brock muttered.

“May I make a suggestion?” Reinhart inquired.

“Yeah… sure.” Brock grumbled irritated.

“My technicians have welding tools on the Tallahassee.” Reinhart began. “If you allow me to send for them, we might be able to burn our way in. We can open the ship up for your marines at the top and then maybe cut a secondary hole in the side here where the blast damage made the armor thinner.” He pointed to it with his index finger. “That way any useful components we find can be taken out the side instead of hauling them up out of that narrow breach.”

“Alright Doc, get back to the helicopter and get the process rolling.” Brock surrendered, looking down at his watch.



“Almost got it.” A technician announced about an hour and half later, continuing to cut his way through the protective seal of the derelict ship. As he moved the blow torch millimeter by millimeter, the long process of burning through the top hatch was nearly complete. The material was proving stubborn, and the process had taken far longer than expected.

Finally, a metal clank could be heard as the hatch settled against its frame. Several other technicians with crowbars came forward to assist the first, lifting the hatch up and out of the way. Once they were able open the lid and get a handle on the cap, they discovered something pretty remarkable. They found that, despite its obvious strength and heat resistance, the metal making up the hatch was remarkably light. The lead engineer was able to easily lift it over his head before sliding it down the side of the ship to the ground. Once there, Reinhart inspected the metal for himself. He immediately recognized its value.

“This is our first prize.” Reinhart smiled. “Make sure that goes straight to basecamp. The metallurgists back home are going to have a field day examining the elemental makeup of this piece.” He handed it off to one of his assistants.

“Ok, now it’s our turn.” Brock and his marines stepped forward, weapons ready.

“By all means…” Reinhart moved aside, gesturing for them to pass.

The marines began to climb up the robe ladder that had been placed there to enable men to ascend to the conning tower of the derelict vessel more easily. The ship’s hull was curved, making the trek a little easier for the marines. When they had made it to the top, they could see for a long way. They were easily thirty meters off ground.

The engineers near the open breach made room for the marine squad as they crowded around the aperture. Brock carefully peered over into the abyss of where the hatch had once been. He saw nothing but darkness below. He wasn’t surprised by that. Brock turned the flashlight at the end of his assault rifle on and looked down again. There was a ladder connecting the conning tower to the rest of the ship. He could make out metal floor paneling a few meters below.

The rest of the squad just stood there, anxiously waiting on Brock. Who was he going to order to take point position? If anyone or anything was waiting for them at the bottom, the first person in was going to be in a terrible position to defend themselves while on the ladder, and everybody knew it.

Finally, Brock took a deep breath in and then climbed over the edge himself. He wasn’t the type of officer to ask a subordinate to do something he wasn’t willing to do himself. As Brock crossed over the threshold and began to clamber down, he listened closely for any signs of life. There wasn’t a sound to be heard aside from the metallic clanks of his boots against the rungs of the ladder.

Three feet from the bottom, Brock turned around on the ladder and then jumped down with his weapon ready. He came down with an echoing thud and quickly panned the room with his flashlight and the muzzle of his gun. To his relief, the room was totally empty. No signs of an ambush.

Brock turned his attention upwards and toggled his flashlight on and off a couple times to signal to his men, indicating that it was safe to follow him. As the marines began to climb down after him, Brock turned his attention back to the unknown in front of him. There was only one adjoining room to move into and investigate. It had heavy metal doors, but they had been left partially ajar. There was enough space for Brock to wedge his body in between the doors.

Once there, Brock used the strength of his legs and back to force the doors open further. From there, he peeked around the corner to see what was inside. For a moment, Brock’s heart leaped, and his adrenaline started pumping. Just inside the room, there appeared to be three men standing in a line waiting for him. Brock brought his weapon up and prepared to open fire. However, before he did, the light on Brock’s gun illuminated his targets and he could see that they were in fact simply a row of pressurized diving suits, complete with big round helmets. Upon further inspection, Brock could see that they were totally empty.

Brock let out a sigh of relief and then came into the room to get a better look at the suits. The room appeared to be a changing area. There were alcoves built into the walls which were undoubtedly lockers. Brock looked back at the heavy doors he’d just passed through and guessed at their purpose. He figured when they were closed, they’d be watertight. Brock backtracked a little and decided the previous room was an airlock of sorts. There were holes in the floor where water could have been pumped in and out. From there, the crew could open the outer hatch and sortie out of the conning tower underwater if they wanted.

Brock turned his attention back to the suits in the second room. Getting a better look at them with his light, he discovered that they were rather bizarre. They were quite ornate and seemed unnecessarily armored for something simply meant to explore the ocean floor. Something else struck Brock as being fairly strange about the suits. He didn’t see any hoses or any ports for hoses to be connected to them. Nor were there air tanks attached to the suits. Instead, there was only a small backpack where tanks should be. The apparatus there appeared to be a filter of some sort.

Brock placed the suit back where he found it. The engineering team would have to sort out what they were. One final thing that was plainly missing from the units was any type of identifying markers. Because of that, there was no way of knowing their country of origin, though it was probably expecting too much to find a flag patch on the arms. The rest of Brock’s men had joined him by that point, and it was time to move on.

“Ok boys, as you can probably tell already, this isn’t exactly a run of the mill operation.” Brock began. “I was going to break us up into smaller teams to speed things along, but I think we’re going to be better off staying together in one large group.”

“That bad, huh Sarg?” Private Masterson commented cynically.

“Listen up marines, I only want to say this once.” Brock went on, mostly ignoring Masterson. “I don’t want anyone touching anything without asking me first. There’s no telling what we are going to find here. Leave the button pushing and experiments to the eggheads. We are jarheads, we don’t get paid to do that sort of shit. We’re just here to ensure there’s nothing dangerous. Try not to fire your weapons in here if you can help it. If you feel like your life is in danger, defend yourselves, but think before you shoot. There could be canisters in here that go boom. It might seem pretty quiet, but don’t let your guard down. If you got a question, ask, otherwise just follow my lead.”

“Yes sir!” The majority of the marines replied in unison.

Tension was high as the marines went about exploring the ship. It was tight quarters inside the derelict, which wouldn’t serve the squad well if they got into a firefight. The narrow corridors had the marines all stacked up like fish in a barrel. Brock even briefly reconsidered having them break into smaller groups.

It didn’t take long for Brock and his men to start finding former crewmembers of the ship. In the third passageway they went down, they discovered a body lying on the deck. It wasn’t what they expected. The body was humanoid, but more than that, the corpse appeared to be human. He had been a warrior of some type, clad in golden armor. The man was definitely dead. His skin was ghostly pale.

“Is he human Sarg…?” Corporal Sunderberg asked, somewhat surprised. After seeing the ship, Masterson had nearly convicted the rest of the marines that they’d be finding little green men onboard.

“Sure looks like it.” Brock knelt down next to the dead warrior and carefully removed his helmet. The deceased had a full head of dark hair and was Caucasian. By the looks of him, he appeared to have a European ancestry, but there was something else curious. Perhaps it was simply because he was dead, but Brock thought that the man’s skin looked odd. It had a strange texture to it. Brock couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was just off. As a sign of respect, Brock replaced the warrior’s helmet before examining the rest of the body.

Much like the diving suits, the warrior’s armor was quite ornate. It oddly resembled that of a hoplite soldier. In particular the helmet, which had some of the hallmarks of a Corinthian design. There were large cheek guards, a distinct nosepiece, and a solid metal crest at the top. The armor was not made out of brass or bronze though, and it definitely was not the meant for an ancient soldier. Brock could see at a glance that the armor had more advanced features. Like the ship’s hull, the metal of the armor was relatively light for its thickness. It would not have slowed down the warrior much in battle.

The fallen soldier carried a couple of weapons. One of them was not unlike a sword a hoplite might carry, though it looked longer and more viscous than a Greek xiphos. Brock couldn’t help but think back to the massacred Red Bamboo soldiers they’d found. This weapon could have easily inflected the sort of wounds they saw there, severed limbs and hacked up bodies.

On the warrior’s hip, he had an advanced pistol of some type. There was no magazine for bullets, so it clearly fired something else. Brock was tempted to pick it up and try it out, but his better judgment told him that would be a bad idea. At least not inside of the ship. This was just one more thing for Dr. Steiner’s team to analyze.

The marine squad moved forward, carefully continuing their sweep. Deck by deck, room by room, they investigated the ship. Many more bodies were found. It appeared that the entire crew had perished in the crash. Not all of them were clad in armor. In fact, the majority crewmen wore simple ivory tunics or white military uniforms with gold buttons that weren’t unlike a proper navy officer’s attire. Still, their clothes were different enough to where Brock couldn’t pinpoint a specific country of origin.

After a while, the squad made their way to what appeared to be the ship’s engine room. The equipment seemed to be intact for the most part, though identifying what any of it did was another story altogether. At the center of the room was a metal column with a blue orb hovering in the middle of an energy field. It gave off a flickering light that lit up the rest of the room. From the light that it cast, Brock noticed a shadowy figure moving behind one of the consoles. He hardened his resolve and came around the corner with his weapon ready. He ended up finding a surviving member of the crew.

The survivor looked up when he saw Brock standing there. The man had brilliant greenish-blue eyes, but there was a terrible desperation in them. Brock could tell that the survivor was in very bad shape, and he badly needed medical attention. Unfortunately, the closest help was sickbay on board the Tallahassee and moving the survivor at that point was very questionable. The man appeared to have severe internal injuries and trying to relocate him could make them worse.

Brock stood there thinking, not certain how to proceed. The survivor meanwhile reached up towards him in desperation. Brock felt compelled to kneel down to take his hand, he was suddenly reminded of a time when he was a kid when he found a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. He had the same terrible feeling of impotence, not being able to do anything for it despite his best intensions. It was not a sensation he cherished.

The survivor took some comfort in Brock’s touch and then said something weakly. Brock couldn’t understand him though. If Ling had been there with them, maybe they could have made some sense of it, but Brock had never even heard such a language before. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Brock did the only thing he could think of at the time and offered the man a drink of water from his canteen. Judging by the state of the rest of the crew, the survivor must have been laying there on the floor for days. He had to be dangerously dehydrated by that point. The man took a sip of the water and then passed out.

“He looks like he’s in real bad shape Sarg.” Private Masterson pointed out.

“I can see that private.” Brock grumbled annoyed. “See if we can get the helicopter to go back for the ship’s doctor. Maybe we can get this guy medevac’d to the ship once he’s stable.”



An hour later, the sweep of the ship was complete. Afterwards, Brock and his marines set up a hidden basecamp in the brush nearby the crashed ship. It was mostly just an area where they could securely store the hardware they’d collected from the wreck prior to sending it back to the ship.

The helicopter was occupied with making trips back and forth from the Tallahassee. The lone survivor of the derelict had been taken back to the ship as planned, but his odds of survival were considered slim. He was in the hands of the ship’s surgeon now. Meanwhile, crewmen from the Tallahassee were bring brought back to help move components and casualties to basecamp. A mass grave was being dug out for all of the victims of the wreck. It was the best they could do for them under the circumstances.

While that was going on, Reinhart and his engineers were hard at work studying the ship and all of its contents. They had finished cutting a hole in the bottom of the craft where the armor plating had been mostly blasted away by Battra. Doing so had indeed sped up the process of removing ship components.

Brock figured Admiral Malek would be very pleased. They’d hit the jackpot with this discovery. The handheld weapon Brock found was some sort of laser pistol. Once he’d gotten it outside, he tried the gun out on a tree. The weapon fired a powerful green ray which easily shredded the trunk in two. The warship itself had gun mounts on it that were twenty times larger than the pistol, which no doubt would fire an even more powerful variation of the beam.

Brock was also playing around with a sword he’d taken off the fallen warrior and found that it was incredibly sharp. On top of that, he discovered a button inside the hilt which activated an energy field which allowed the blame to cut through material as dense as metal with relative ease. He tested the durability of the soldier’s personal armor and learnt that it was sturdy enough to deflect bullets.

Between the weapons and armor stripped off of the dead warriors and the armory they’d discovered near the end of their search which contained additional laser rifles, they had enough equipment to kit out well-over one hundred soldiers with the advanced armaments. It was all packed away and ready to be sent back to the Tallahassee.

The metal hull from the derelict ship itself would have countless applications if they could just reverse engineer it. A light and strong alloy would be a powerful combination for the defense industry. Reinhart, however, was more interested in the ship’s drive system. At the end of the first day, he sat down with Brock and described what he thought the various sections of the engine room were for. He didn’t fully understand how their power system worked yet, but he figured it had to run on some form of fusion.

The floating, shiny bobble Brock had found was a type of electromagnetic drive designed to push against the Earth’s magnetic field. If sufficiently powered, the drive could allow even a massive ship to defy gravity. To float in essence, but there were limits to how far up the craft could go. The more electricity applied, the stronger the push, and thus, the more altitude a vessel could achieve. That would go a long way into explaining how the derelict ship found itself so far inland. It wasn’t on or below the waves when it was attacked, it was far above them. That would also explain why the vast majority of the vessel’s crew were dead. They didn’t survive the impact when they hit the ground.

Reinhart felt smaller, more traditional, aircraft could fly much higher and faster, and the black shark ship still needed regular engines for propulsion to navigate the skies, nonetheless, this new technology opened the door for flying warships of their own. Men and material could travel the world much, much, quicker given a little time for development. Such a thing could revolutionize travel and warfare.

As evening set in, all of the men working on the derelict returned to the camp for the night. A special space was set aside for the helicopter. It was covered with camouflaged net just to be safe. The next morning, it would be loaded up with samples of the various discoveries they’d made and taken back to the Tallahassee. Spirits were high. The mission had already been overwhelmingly successful, and it could only get better from there.

It wasn’t all roses though. Before the night was through, one last piece of news came over the radio from the Tallahassee and it soured Brock’s cheerful disposition. The survivor had died on the operating table. He was simply too weak and badly wounded to make it through surgery. They had not gotten to him soon enough. His body was being kept on ice in the ship’s morgue for later study. Some genetic testing might give them some clues as to who he was and where he came from.

At that point, they were no closer to discovering who these people were and who they owed their allegiances too. Some written materials were discovered on board their ship, but no one could make much sense of it. Ling would have first crack at it when they got back. If he could translate the manuals found in engineering, it would help the technicians decode the advanced technology that much faster.



The next morning, the USS Tallahassee was anchored off the coast, quietly waiting for the day’s events to unfold. As the sun rose, a bugler came over the ship’s intercom to rouse the majority of the crew. Slowly but surely, the ship came alive. The night watchman in the crow’s nest stretched and prepared to be relieved from his post. It had been a long, uneventful watch, but that was about to change.

Out on the ocean, silhouetted against the burning orange color of the rising sun, the lookout saw an object moving in the water. It almost looked like a huge shark fin cutting a path straight towards the Tallahassee. Alarmed, the watchman rose to his feet and took up his binoculars to get a better look. The object was about six-hundred yards away from the Tallahassee and closing fast on an intercept course. The lookout panicked and grasped wildly for the intercom to warn the bridge of the incoming threat. As they responded to the watchman, he could see two yellow eyes burning below the waves of rolling seawater. It did not bode well.

As the black mass got closer to the surface, the watchman didn’t know what he was looking at. He assumed it was a Kaiju coming towards them. Finally, the object came fully to the surface and the lookout saw what resembled a megalodon shark. But the eyes weren’t organic, and the watchman could see guns turrets sticking out of the dorsal side of the hull. It was a warship.

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The intruder held its course, moving straight towards the Tallahassee. When it was three-hundred yards away, the black shark’s forward gun turret opened fire, shooting a green energy beam. It struck the cruiser Tallahassee amidship and cut right through her armor belt. A cascade of explosions followed. The Tallahassee was ripped in two and the watchmen’s tower toppled over, spilling the lookout out into the salty seawater below.

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Next, the two halves of the Tallahassee were targeted by the black shark warship, even though the cruiser was well-beyond being able to defend itself by that point. The green energy weapons of the enemy ship swept over two halves of the Tallahassee, annihilating every inch of her. No quarter was given, no survivors was their expectation. Once the Tallahassee was blasted from the surface of the ocean, the black shark engaged its magnetic drive and rose out of the water. It then activated its airborne engines; all the while water was continuing to pour off of it. Slowly, the ship started moving towards the island.

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On Mondo Island, Brock and the other members of the salvage party heard the explosions coming from the coast. Without hesitation, Brock started to bark out orders. He had some idea of what had just happened, and his first priority was to avoid detection. Their helicopter was still hidden, and it would be best just to leave it that way. If the Tallahassee had been destroyed, as Brock suspected, then there was nowhere the helicopter could take them anyways. They weren’t in range of any other inhabited islands.

Admiral Malek knew where they were. If they could just hold out long enough, another ship would be dispatched to fetch them. If not for the sake of the men, then for the sake of recovering materials from the ship they’d plundered. Malek wouldn’t let those go so easily. Brock instructed the engineers to secure everything they could and retreat further into the jungle. Meanwhile, the sailors struck camp as quickly as they could. If their tents were discovered, they’d be hunted down like dogs. They needed to erase any trace that they’d been there. With everything he’d seen, Brock knew they had no chance in a fight. Their only hope was to somehow be overlooked.

Within minutes, the salvage had been secured and the camp was packed up as best it could be. The only thing left that might give them away was the helicopter. Brock and the marines decided to push the chopper as far back into the tree line as they could and hope it would be enough. By that time, they could already hear the hum of strange engines approaching from the coast. Everyone ran for their lives into the jungle. Once there, Brock circled around onto a heavily wooded cliff to get a better look at the oncoming threat.

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As Brock peeked out, he saw just what he expected. The advanced warship was pushing its way inland, floating over the trees towards its crippled sistership. Brock anticipated seeing landing parties going down to have a closer look, but he was very wrong about that. The black shark warship turned its weapons on the derelict, blasting volley after volley at it in a frightening show of force. Little by little, the wrecked ship on the ground was demolished and Brock began to understand. Whoever these people were, they didn’t want any evidence or technology left behind for anyone else to find. Still, it felt cold-blooded not to check for any survivors first.

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Once the job was done, the warship turned and approached the edge of the jungle. It came down low and deposited several squad’s worth of warriors on the ground. Suddenly, Brock’s blood felt like ice cubes were running through it. They had cleaned up the camp and hid the helicopter, but the mass grave they dug out was still there in plain sight for anyone to find. If it was discovered, the whole landing party would be in a lot of trouble. That little mercy might have cost them big time.

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However, just as the warriors approached the outskirts of the camp, they came to a dead stop. The whole lot of them stood there for a moment staring at something before turning tail to run back towards their ship. Brock sat there watching and not understanding. They continued running until they were all the way back to the black shark warship. Once there, the vessel hastily pulled the warriors up into it with a yellow energy beam.

Suddenly, a huge boulder came flying into the area, landing just fifty yards away from the black shark vessel. The warship powered up its engines and began to rise. It floated backwards, away from the oncoming threat. After a few seconds, a long, stripped-down tree came flying in like an enormous lawn dart. The pointed end of projectile just missed the bridge of the warship, and the length of the shaft wooden skidded across the bow, testing the durability of the metal hull.

A strong, echoing roared filled the entire landscape, and the source of all the flying debris came into view. Brock saw King Kong charging towards the black shark warship, giving them all the grief he could muster. Kong tossed a second smaller rock like a baseball at the warship. It hit home, colliding with the vessel, and knocking out one of the searchlights within its left eye port.

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The black shark’s guns fired at Kong in retaliation but having been knocked off course by the impact of the rock, the beams missed him entirely. Kong was looking a little rough. He still had hunks of fur missing that had been burned away during his fight with Godzilla which had yet to regrow. His disheveled state didn’t reduce his perceived level of threat, however. If anything, Kong was even more intimidating to look at that way. Battle-hardened, and angry.

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The black shark warship shifted its heading and appeared to put all of its available power towards its engines. It managed to speed away much faster than it had arrived. Kong seemed happy to see it go, halting his assault, and just watching it retreat. Brock was also relieved to see the warship departing, though he and the rest of the men certainly weren’t out of the woods yet. They were still stranded on a remote island and now they knew it had a giant monster on it.

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Ok, I managed to get another chapter finished prior to vacation. Hope it's enough to tide everyone over for a while because I probably won't be able to start work on the next one for about 2 weeks.
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Wow. Your Justice League is pretty hardcore. They didn't even check for survivors. Batman will be upset...which, if he was in league with BATra would make sense. Good chapter. I enjoyed the mysterious aliens esque feel of the alien craft. I kind of saw the 2nd ship coming, thought the marines should be preparing for company. Did not see Kong's arrival coming. I like the new Kong Figure. Looks intimidating.

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Sounds like you’ve figured out who our mysterious faction is already. One look at their ship design should give most people a pretty good idea who they are, but next chapter I’m planning to lay it out and erase any doubts as to their identity. Resolve the mystery I’ve been setting up for about twenty or so chapters. Connect the dots so to speak. Should be a fun one.
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Well pretty sure it's not the Seatopians, I covered them with the gravity and respect that they deserved earlier. Could be remnants of the hyper advanced civilization BATra destroyed. The whole sea motif kind of fits the squid aliens from Gamra. Though these guys seem culturally different then them. Then of course there's the Planet X and the monkey aliens from Godzilla lore but they don't really match the ship and description. The whole ship looking organic and yet high tech might fit the makers of Gigan better. But of course I'm leaning towards an Uber society of Batman descended Amazon's.

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We’ll see…. :huge:
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Ok, so I fibbed a little bit.

I’m ‘almost’ done with the first draft of the next chapter and I can already tell I’m going to need to split Chapter 39 in two parts. Their are two pretty obvious sections of the storyline, and you could cut them right down the middle. The ‘big reveal’ about the mysterious enemy is solidly in the second half of the chapter. As I was writing, the first section just got bigger and bigger to the point where it really needs to be it’s own chapter. The good news is it’s just the type of storyline you say you like MP. So hopefully more is good in that regard.

But if I keep going with the way I am, chapter 39 is going to be over like 40 pages long, which is way too much to edit and do additional drafts for. It would simply take too long and wear me down in the process. I’m trying to limit chapters to around 20 pages in general these days instead of the 30 I used to do to ward off burnout. So to make it easier on myself, two separate chapters it is this time.

I guess having a big reveal for chapter #40 would make more sense than #39 anyways. :lol:
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Indeed. Sometimes you have to wait for the muse to strike. Or sometimes you have to wait for a quiet moment. I could edit or proof read if you would like.

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I appreciate you offering to help out MP, but trust me, you don’t want to proof read for me. Editing one of my raw chapters is more horrifying than any of the carnage contained within them. :lol:

Besides, if I had you proof read, it would spoil all the surprises ahead of time.

The first draft of chapter 39 is done btw. You’re going to think I wrote it exclusively just to cater to your own personal preferences MP, but I swear, it’s just how things worked out. I’m tempted to share spoilers at this point, but it’s better to just let everything fly under the radar for now. Exciting things on the horizon though.

Speaking of which, does anybody else have any guesses as to who our mysterious faction is before we get to the reveal?
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I'm still going for the BATazons. Don't feel bad about the raw rough copies. I find since everything has spell check my spelling and grammar have degenerated rapidly.

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I heard Toho will be releasing the short film Godzilla vs Megalon soon. With such a modern (and one hopes much more serious) take on the Kaiju maybe it'd be a good time to introduce him and drop some cities into the Earth.

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mpsoldier wrote: Sat Oct 21, 2023 4:27 pm I heard Toho will be releasing the short film Godzilla vs Megalon soon. With such a modern (and one hopes much more serious) take on the Kaiju maybe it'd be a good time to introduce him and drop some cities into the Earth.
I am vaguely aware of that short film, which is to say I heard someone mention it on FB along with a still frame of a close up on Megalon (of which you sadly can’t see much of him.). I get the impression it might be similar to that Gigan Rex short film we got a while back. So it should be interesting. I definitely look forward to seeing it.

As for introducing Megalon to the story now… I’d certainly like to. He’s definitely one of those characters that hasn’t got a whole lot of screen time outside of his own introductory film and he certainly fits into the category of under-appreciated monsters that I would typically try to breath more life into. Unfortunately, within the context of where I’m at in the story, it’s not really the right time. I’m not 100% sure where Megalon is going to come in, but most likely in the next major story arc. At this point I’m trying to build towards two major plot points in the overarching story. Stuff that I’ve had written down since the beginning and stuff that will have lasting results/fallout that will affect the whole rest of the story moving forward. I’m absolutely going to get around to Megalon though. He’s a mandatory character. As soon as I get through the next couple of chapters, I’ll have to reevaluate where he’s going to fit in. It could be sooner than I was thinking. :Megalon:

Anyhow, the next two chapters are going to introduce a lot of new monsters. I’m not going to say which ones, but hopefully there will be a lot of surprises for you readers. I suspect some of you guys will see ‘some’ of them coming, but one or two monsters should be a total surprise, hopefully. :lol:

In general story news, I’m finished with the second draft of chapter 39. With any luck, editing should be done by the end of this week. I want to have the next chapter out before Halloween.
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I was thinking the craft resembles the Goten and the Greek styling the villains from the War in Space. But of course neither would work as well as the BatAzons.

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Chapter 39: The Horrors of Mondo Island.

The floating Black Shark warship continued to retreat away from Mondo Island until it was over the ocean. Once there, it dove down into the water, disappearing into the depths. Kong stood there watching suspiciously, not letting his guard down until he was confident that it was really gone for good.

“I guess Kong didn’t return to Faro Island like the experts presumed after all?” Reinhart remarked, crawling up next to Brock through the brush. Both of them were staring at the giant ape in awe. “I wonder why he picked here of all places?”

“Probably just convenience.” Brock replied coolly.

Kong suddenly turned and looked over in the direction of the two men. Both Reinhart and Brock froze, taken by surprise. Could he have heard them talking? Kong’s huge brown eyes seemed to narrow on their position, and he just stared. The air grew heavy with tension. Though Reinhart and Brock were both well concealed in the undergrowth, it felt like Kong was looking right at them. Reinhart’s heart pounded. He was ready to panic and run. Brock sensed his anxiety and grabbed Reinhart’s arm to encourage him to stay still. A mistake made here could be critical.

Before anyone could do anything rash, Kong turned completely around and then moved away from the area. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed them after all. Reinhart breathed a sigh of relief. The group as a whole had dodged major trouble twice in less than an hour. Their problems were far from over though. The first priority for the unit was survival, and then rescue. To their advantage, they still had an operational helicopter and the radio inside it.

“Should we get on the horn and send out a distress signal immediately?” Reinhart asked. “Get help on the way as quickly as possible?”

“No, that would be jumping the gun a bit.” Brock replied. “If we were to transmit a message now, we could attract unwanted attention from those bastards who attacked the Tallahassee. They don’t know we are here. I’d like to keep it that way. Therefore, we should wait a couple of days before sending out a mayday. Give them a chance to leave the area first. Whoever they are, they think they’ve accomplished their mission by destroying the crashed ship. It would be wise to let them continue to think that way for now. Maybe in two days we can send a coded message.”

“Wouldn’t Kong keep protecting us if they come back though?” Private Masterson asked as he crept up with Corporal Sunderberg, joining the conversation. “He scared them away pretty good just now.”

“Are you kidding?!” Brock asked exasperated. “Kong is not some sort of hero who is here to save us. Do you have any idea how many people he has killed over the past couple years? It’s not Godzilla-Level numbers, but it’s still a lot. And worst still, Kong is an intelligent animal with a very long memory. Mankind has given him plenty of reasons to hold a grudge. I could run down the list, but it would take too long. Here are some of toppers though: Kidnapping him off his island, twice, once as an adolescent, and once as an adult. And much more recently, we forced him to fight against Godzilla. The results of which you call still see in the hunks of hide Kong hasn’t grown back yet. Do you think he is just going to forget about all of that and go out of his way to look out for us? I wouldn’t count on it. At this point, it would be foolish to see him as anything other than a threat. We’re best off avoiding him as much as possible.”

“Ok, so what should we do first then?” Reinhart asked.

“We’re going to be running low on food before long.” Brock answered. “The provisions we have weren’t meant to last days, let alone weeks. We weren’t meant to be here for very long, but it’s likely we’re going to be here for some time. We need to be prepared for that. We also require a source of fresh water. We’re going to have to break up into smaller parties and forage for food and water.”

“Any idea where we should start?” Corporal Sunderberg inquired.

“Yeah, when we were scouting for the derelict ship in the helicopter, I saw a mountain spring further inland.” Brock replied. “I think that would be our best bet for water. There are bamboo shoots all over the island. Aside from eating them in a pinch, we can also use them as improvised spears for fishing and hunting.”

“Couldn’t we just use our rifles for that?” Private Masterson asked confused.

“We could, but that would risk bringing Kong down on our heads.” Brock countered annoyed. “Our best bet is to keep a low profile. Use our firearms only as much as we need to. Ideally, only in self-defense.”

“Why don’t we just use the helicopter to fly out of here?” Private Masterson asked.

“Look around you!” Brock scolded, starting to lose his patience. “Can you count? There’s about sixty of us here. The chopper can’t even carry a fraction of that out of here, and even if it could, there’s nowhere else to go. We’re not in range of any inhabited islands. Certainly not any that would have gas for extra trips back and forth to get everybody. No, we need to stick together.”

“Ok, it was a bad idea…” Masterson admitted sheepishly. Brock looked around and thought for a moment.

“Alright, anybody who is a technician, start rebuilding the camp.” Brock went on. “We’re going to need shelter. Reinhart is in charge. Anyone who is a sailor, get started with bamboo spears and then try your luck on the beach. Whoever among you has rank is in charge. Just be sure to be back before dark. Marines, you’re with me for jungle recon. Get everyone’s extra canteens. If we do find a fresh water source, I don’t want to have to make two trips.”



Two days later, the survivors were well on their way under Brock’s leadership. They had found the spring he’d described, located several sources of food, and built the foundations of several shelters to keep the elements at bay. They’d also built a large firepit. It was risky, but necessary for cooking and purifying their water. Brock just hoped it wouldn’t attract Kong or anyone else’s attention. Even though they were doing quite well, Brock was still concerned. Feeding sixty men every day was a tall order. They had gone through their MREs rations already and where now fully reliant on the island’s bounty to survive. The pressure drove Brock to make a decision. Though he’d prefer to give it at least one more day, Brock decided it was time to call for help.

The next morning, Brock had his men pull out the helicopter from its hiding place amongst the trees and prepared it for takeoff. The plan was to fly the chopper as high up as it could go to boost its radio signal as far as possible. Along with the pilot, he sent Corporal Sunderberg along to make the transmission. Brock determined he needed to keep his boots on the ground to ensure everything was running smoothly in the camp. Some of the men were already starting to get lazy. The group needed to stay disciplined and focused on their tasks to ensure their odds of survival stayed high. Brock walking around kept everyone on their toes. Nobody wanted to get on his bad side by getting caught slacking off.

After just a half-hour, the helicopter was ready to go. The turbines started turning, and within moments, the machine rose from the makeshift landing zone. Brock watched the chopper closely from his nearby perch in the cliffs. Corporal Sunderberg gave him a thumbs up from his window as they passed by. Brock saluted him back casually as the mission got underway.

Higher and higher the helicopter rose. Soon it was just a spec in an ocean of blue sky. Finally, it seemed as though the chopper had hit its altitude ceiling. The helicopter held its position and Brock assumed they must be transmitting. Brock only hoped the radio had the range to do so. If not, the next step was to send the chopper flying northeast, constantly transmitting until they were down to about a half a tank of fuel and forced to turn back. Hopefully, they could establish contact right away though and the second step wouldn’t be necessary.

After two minutes had elapsed, the helicopter was still holding position. It was a good sign. Hopefully it meant that they were in contact with someone. Brock almost allowed himself to feel good about the situation, but then he noticed something wrong. The helicopter was descending again, rapidly. It was too fast for them to have made contact and relayed all of the necessary information to command. Brock thought perhaps they were having engine trouble, but then he saw what was the matter. He could see what appeared to be a giant bird quickly approaching the helicopter’s position. For a moment, Brock thought that it was one of the Rodans, but then he remembered that both of them had been killed.

The pilot of the helicopter managed to dodge as the huge bird made its first pass at them. Both the machine and monster came closer to the ground afterwards. As the monster swooped around, coming for the helicopter again, Brock got a better look at it. The creature was almost completely covered in drab brown feathers, all aside from its bald head. The beast resembled a vulture or condor, only immensely larger. The Condor screeched as it drifted on the wind, announcing its presence to everyone below. The rest of the camp quickly started to take notice of the drama unfolding above them. A chorus of shouts, filled with terror and anger, erupted all over the base. The marines quickly readied their rifles.

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It was already too late for the helicopter though. The Giant Condor pounced on the main rotor with its talons and pulled it entirely free from the rest of the aircraft’s chassis. The remaining tail section and cockpit of the chopper plummeted to the earth and exploded on impact, killing both the pilot and Corporal Sunderberg instantly. Rifle fire rang out as furious marines tried to get some measure of revenge. Even Brock opened up with his new M-16 assault rifle. The Condor kaiju wasn’t nearly as big as other monsters they’d encountered before. The bird was perhaps only one-eighth the size of one of the Rodans, so it was possible they could actually hurt it with small arms. However, as it turned out, the marine’s bullets were still pathetically ineffective against it.

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The Giant Condor wasn’t satisfied by the results of its attack on the helicopter. It hadn’t come away with anything it could chew on. Thus, the monster plunged downwards at the camp and snatched up two sailors, one with each of its talons. The men screamed in terror as they were carried away. Sadly, whatever came next, they’d be alive and conscious for.

Brock was left spitting mad. He had been caught utterly unprepared for such an event, and they’d lost four men, as well as their helicopter as a result. Hopefully the transmission had gotten through, because they certainly weren’t going to get another shot at it. And worse yet, Kong was obviously no longer the only Kaiju on the island they needed to be on the lookout for. Brock wasn’t sure if the smoke from the fire had given their camp away, or if it was the noise from the helicopter that had ultimately brought the Giant Condor to their doorstep. One thing was for sure, he wasn’t going to take an attack like that laying down. Almost immediately, Brock came up with an idea. They’d be ready for it next time.



The following day, Brock had his men build up the campfire so that it would be even easier to spot from the air. Then he lined up his soldiers and hid them amongst the trees in the cliffs. Once they were all in place, the men sat there just waiting to see if their visitor would return. Almost like clockwork, the Giant Condor was back again. From high above, it circled the camp, looking for anyone standing around to pick-off. The soldiers needed the Condor to get in close to the ground so they could get a good shot at it. Brock wouldn’t risk any of his men, so he went out into the open himself, keeping a wary eye on the sky.

As soon as Brock had entered the clearing, the Condor came swooping down at him like a hawk upon a fieldmouse. Brock took off towards the tree line, luring the monster into the kill-box. Brock soon realized he wasn’t going to make it though. The Condor was closing in on him too fast. Recognizing that, Brock fell to the ground and rolled over with his rifle pointing upwards. When the kaiju was nearly on him, Brock suddenly wasn’t so sure this had been a good idea.

Green laser-fire poured out of the end of Brock’s rifle muzzle and arched up towards the approaching Condor, taking it by surprise. The bolts of energy singed through the monster’s feathers and impacted into the flesh below. The Condor started to slow down and swerved to avoid the blasts. However, he flew right into the waiting trap. The other marines and sailors opened up on the monster, each of them armed with one of the advanced weapons they’d taken from the derelict ship. Dozens of energy bolts shot out from the cliffside tree line, and many of them found their mark.

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The Giant Condor shrieked in pain, finding his would-be prey was no longer easy pickings. The monster glided back upwards, taking more fire along the way. It quickly became apparent that the soldiers could hurt the monster with their new weapons, but they weren’t quite strong enough to kill him. The Giant Condor withdrew, missing several large sections of plumage all over his body and wings. If it attacked Brock’s boys a third time, it might risk losing its ability to stay airborne.



Another day passed and the survivors held a ceremony for their fallen comrades. The Giant Condor did not visit them again that day. Perhaps it had learned a lesson about flying nearby the camp, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still a threat. The enormous bird of prey could still easily snatch men while they were out foraging. Therefore, they’d need to be even more careful now.

For a few days, things went on as they had before without incident. But that sort of luck wasn’t to hold. Soon, a new mysterious threat revealed itself. It started when one of the sailors went missing while spearfishing. There was only one obvious suspect in the disappearance, but it didn’t seem to be the work of the Giant Condor. The man in question had simply disappeared. No one had seen or heard anything. The following day, another man went missing in the same area. Again, no traces of him to be found and no sightings of the giant bird were reported either.

Brock did not like those sorts of mysteries, so the next day he went along with the sailors to keep an eye on things with six extra marines with laser rifles in tow. If the sailors couldn’t safely fish anymore, it would put a lot of pressure on the group’s other sources of food to keep up with demand. Thus, it was paramount to secure this food source. Brock found himself a nice sandy hill under the shade of a palm tree to keep a lookout. He spread the marines out to cover as much area as possible while still being able to support each other if trouble should arise.

Even with the extra protection, the sailors couldn’t help but feel exposed walking out onto the beach. They were timid leaving the shelter of the tree line and didn’t venture very far out into the water. Brock didn’t mind them being cautious. He’d prefer not to lose any more men in this operation. One day without fresh fish was not going to impact the group much in the long run. He just wanted to see what was behind the disappearances. Something was out here to get them. He could feel it in his bones.



Nearly three hours later, there had been no real action to speak of. Brock and the other marines were starting to get bored and tired. Being on edge for three hours straight was taxing on the mind and body. It was difficult to maintain a high level of focus indefinitely, even for a veteran soldier. The skies were clear, the water was calm, and there wasn’t anything stirring in the surrounding jungle either, aside from a gentle breeze. Even the sailors on the edge of the water seemed to be relaxing their guard a little bit. Despite its obvious flaws, Mondo Island still had some beauty to it. Its beaches were certainly one of its more attractive features.

Brock opened his canteen and took a swig. He found himself thinking it might be nice to retire to an island like this someday, minus the infestation of monsters of course. The sailors were starting to make catches with their spears, actually doing their jobs instead of just pretending to. Everyone was beginning to forget there was a looming threat. The sailors began venturing further out into the water. Brock’s attention narrowed onto one of the sailors who was coming back to the beach with a fairly impressive sized fish. However, it was not the notable catch that had his interest, but rather a dark patch of water that was coming in with one the of waves behind the man. The sailor didn’t notice it since he had his back turned towards the ocean, but Brock recognized the danger immediately. Something big was moving under the water towards the sailor. Alarm signals shot throughout Brock’s body, driving him to act.

“LOOK OUT!!!” Brock shouted, bringing his rifle up and dashing out from his cover towards the sailor.

It was already too late though. The mass under the water was moving fast and Brock didn’t have the right angle to take a shot at it. The sailor stopped in his tracks, not understanding the nature of Brock’s warning, but realizing something was horribly wrong. There was an expression of terror on his face as he began to understand his life was in jeopardy. Without warning, the black silhouette sprang out from under the water and snatched the sailor with incredible speed, pulling him back under the water in an instant. The attack happened so fast that Brock barely had time to process it as it happened. The light blue seawater gushed red as the sailor had a huge chunk of his torso bitten away.

The other sailors slowly became aware of what was happening, despite not actually seeing it go down. They understood well enough when they saw the flow of blood spreading outwards from where their friend had just been. They all ran towards the safety of the beach as quicky as they could in sheer panic, each of them knowing it could have easily been themselves attacked just then. Brock stood at the edge of the surf aiming his weapon. There wasn’t exactly anything to shoot at though. He could only really see thrashing in the water and more blood churning up. Brock had a cold sweat on his brow. He wanted to help the victim, but there was little he could do at the point.

All of the sudden, the sailor’s head bobbed to the surface and one of his hands shot up reaching for help. Brock could see that the man was somehow still alive. The sailor cried out, which prompted Brock to go further into the water to try to reach him. Brock knew it was dangerous, but he suppressed his own survival instincts. The other marines arrived at the edge of the water, but none of them were bold enough to follow Brock in. They had all seen what happened and were rightly terrified to the core by it.

Brock fought through the incoming waves, slogging through the surf trying to reach the badly injured sailor. The man’s face was pale with blood loss. Brock was in the water up to his waist and just mere feet away from him now. As Brock reached out for the sailor, whatever attacked him came back and pulled the man under the water. Brock couldn’t do a thing about it. Whatever it was had to be extremely powerful to have taken him so easily. The sailor didn’t come back up a second time.

Not seeing any other alternative, Brock retreated backwards towards the shore with his weapon ready. His common sense was coming back to him, and he felt awfully stupid being waist deep in the water with an unknown predator lurking just beneath the waves. Waterlogged, Brock tromped into knee high water, but still didn’t feel safe. He could see the dark mass of the aquatic predator starting to move again. Apparently, it was done feeding on the sailor and he could see it coming for him now. A stack of water rolled up over the black mass as it neared the shore. The other marines opened fire, trying to support Brock, but they started to back away, fearing for their own lives.

Finally, the monster revealed itself. The creature lurched forward, its jaws aiming to clasp around Brock’s torso, only missing because Brock tripped and fell backwards into the sand. Brock fired his weapon repeatedly, putting several green bolts directly into the creature’s face which was merely a foot away from him. The monster turned away from the blasts, moving back towards the water. That put Brock out of any immediate danger, and he could now take a moment to see it for what it was.

Brock had been expecting a shark, but in its place was a massive white scaled Sea-Serpent. Its body was so long that Brock could only see the front half of it. The head and neck of the creature were turning in the sand while its body disappeared into the water. The Serpent looked over to Brock with its predatory yellow eyes. It was very snake-like aside from the fact that it had a mouth full of bloodstained teeth and an eel-like tail that Brock could see poking out of the water as the creature thrashed to get back into the ocean.

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Brock could hear water of the surface of the Sea-Serpent’s body sizzle as the other marines poured more and more fire onto it. Much like the Giant Condor, they could inflict superficial damage and hurt the Serpent, but they couldn’t penetrate quite far enough down to hit anything vital. The Serpent slinked away and disappeared back into the water. Brock wiped away saltwater from his face and just glared out after it. His men came over to offer him a hand up. As they got Brock to his feet, he wondered what they should do next.

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Unlike the Giant Condor, the Sea Serpent didn’t need to expose itself to attack Brock’s men. The next day when they came back to the beach, Brock found himself a spot high above in the cliffside to look for it, and sure enough, he could make out the serpent’s long dark silhouette in the waters just offshore. It had gotten used to their fishing patterns and was just out there waiting for them. Spearfishing was off the table from that point forward. The sailors would have to restrict their activities to the beach alone, collecting clams, crabs, and whatever other edibles they could find. Even so, the camp’s food reserves were going to be tested by this turn of events. Given the situation, Brock decided the marines would have to do more recon patrols to try to find an inland stream which might offer them a safer alternative for fishing.

Life was getting tougher on the island in general. The mountain spring, which was the survivor’s primary water source, turned out to be in close proximity to King Kong’s lair. Kong had burrowed a cave into the side of the mountain above. Thus, supply runs for water brought the men into close contact with him. There was no reasonable alternative though. They’d just had to be very careful to avoid him.

The worst news by far though came while the marines were out looking for a new source of food. They discovered that there was another major kaiju threat on the island, and it took the form of a Tyrannosaurus-like monster. Though this creature would eat a T-rex for breakfast, literally. Just at a glance, Brock estimated that the new monster was easily as tall as King Kong, making it around fifty-meters tall. Since an average T-rex stood generally around four meters tall, that meant this newly discovered beast was roughly twelve-times more massive. An eye-watering figure for the survivors.

Aside from its size, there were a few other notable features that made this new monster stand apart from a tyrannosaurus. First, the shape of the Kaiju’s head was quite different. It was curvy and sleek. That didn’t seem to fit with the traditional bone structure of a T-rex. Second, it had two enlarged teeth near the front of its mouth that were just a little longer than the rest. Third, and perhaps the biggest difference, had to be its arms. The monster’s upper appendages were way too large to ever be confused with that of a T-rex, and it had three clawed fingers instead of two. Additionally, the monster had a single row of small jagged armored plates running down the length of its body leading to its tail. One final distinguishing feature was the tail itself. It had an unusual dagger-like spike right at the tip that looked out of place. The monster’s coloration was a mixture of dark blue on the backside and faded yellow around the abdomen.

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With the discovery of yet another colossal threat, Brock had some tough decisions to make. His first instinct was to relocate basecamp, but there was a major hitch with that plan. Being optimistic and assuming a rescue party was already on its way, the best chance the survivors had at being found was to remain near the crash zone, which stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the interior jungle terrain. Still, Brock needed to have some sort of plan in mind if the new monster, who he had dubbed Gorosaurus, came knocking. Brock decided to take inspiration from Kong and set the men to digging a cave into the ridge nearby camp. If they couldn’t move, then they could at least have the option to hide. Brock also instructed the foraging parties to avoid going too far west to avert contact with Gorosaurus.

Little by little, the survivors were getting boxed into their own area of the island. The count was now up to four kaiju threats they needed to dodge while at the same time being able to sustain themselves. As the days went by, it got to be a harder and harder to maintain the balancing act and food supplies began to dwindle.

Finally, hunger began to outweigh sensible judgment, and several men, led by Private Masterson, decided to strike out on their own to find a meal. Masterson wasn’t a particularly bright marine, but he was smart enough to leave in the early hours so that Brock wasn’t awake to stop them. Altogether, ten men had elected to join him. Once Brock woke up and found out they were gone, he set out after them. It wasn’t hard to pick up their trail. As he feared, they had gone west.



Private Masterson and his party walked for over an hour before they found a large stream. The spot appeared to be teeming with fish, so the men began to settle in with their spears. As it turned out, the location was a fantastic source of food. There was a deep pool right next to a waterfall and a creek running out of it. Aside from the great aesthetics, the area proved to be quite fruitful. The untapped bounty of the stream yielded superb results. Within two hours, the men had piled up a fat stack of fish. Masterson’s mouth was watering. He was so hungry that couldn’t wait until they got back to camp to eat. He lit a fire next to the stream to start cooking right there on the spot. It was a fatal mistake.

While Masterson was in the middle of frying the fish, he looked over to the nearby pool and notched a rippling in the water. He didn’t understand what was causing it. The disturbance was strangely moving against the natural flow of the current from the waterfall. Masterson set down the stick he was using as a cooking fork and crouched down to take a closer look at the water. The rippling soon stopped on its own though. Masterson thought everything was ok until the water cleared, and he noticed an enormous reflection staring down at him from the pool.

A cold sweat formed on the Masterson’s brow as he realized Gorosaurus was standing right behind him and bearing down on the group. Too late, Masterson realized that the clattering of the nearby waterfall had muffled the sound of Gorosaurus’ approaching footsteps. The other men downstream were oblivious to the monster’s presence, still happily staring down at the water fishing. They hadn’t heard anything either and the strong flow of the running water under their feet had kept them from noticing the impact tremors.

Masterson summoned all of his courage, stood up straight, and turned to warn the others, but he didn’t get a word out before Gorosaurus’ jaws snapped down onto him. Masterson was killed instantly and swallowed in a single bite. The other nine men noticed the movement and turned to see the end of the grizzly sight. Only then did they recognize the depth of their mistake and how deep the shit they were standing in really was. The men drew their laser pistols and shot up to Gorosaurus, thinking maybe they could drive off the monster like the Giant Condor and Sea Serpent before him. They were dead wrong though.

Gorosaurus’ tough hide absorbed the weapon fire without any difficulty. The monster took one step forward and then scooped up the next man in line up into his mouth. The soldier died with a courage-shattering crunch, just another light snack for Gorosaurus. With that, the rest of the party broke ranks and tried to run away. It was a useless gesture though, they couldn’t outrun Gorosaurus. With just two giant strides, the monster was right back on them and devouring even more men. One by one, he picked off each man until no one was left. The last man standing only saw bloody teeth bearing down on him before everything went dark.

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From above, Brock had seen the whole thing go down. It had been an outright massacre. It was too late to do anything to help, so Brock wisely stayed hidden to avoid detection himself. When it was all over, Gorosaurus let out a satisfied roar and then moved out of the area. Brock went down to see if there had been any survivors, but Gorosaurus hadn’t left so much as a finger of any of the men. All ten of them had perished. Gorosaurus had however left the fish they caught sitting idle by the stream. Brock didn’t waste the opportunity and bagged them up. There was no sense in letting the protein go to waste when he still had forty-three other men back at camp to feed.

Once Brock had gotten a little ways away from the site of the slaughter, he stopped and leant his weight on a tree with an outstretched hand. He dropped the salvaged bag fish to the ground. For the first time in a while, he was totally alone. Nobody was watching him. Without the weight of leadership and the responsibility of keeping up the group’s moral by projecting an imagine of a man in total control, Brock broke down and cried.

The pressure of the situation was starting to get to Brock. Too many men had already died on his watch, and so gruesomely. It was pushing him towards the breaking point. Could he have done something different to prevent this turn of events…? He didn’t know. Brock re-ran the last couple day’s events over and over again in his mind. He came to no satisfying conclusions. He couldn’t absolve himself from the blood that had been spilt but he couldn’t quite condemn himself either. The only thing that was certain was the situation for everyone was terrible and only getting worse.

Brock took a deep breath in. He knew he had to recollect himself and keep moving. He couldn’t afford to just sit there feeling sorry for himself all day. The only thing he could do at that point was keep moving forward. There were too many other men back at basecamp still relying on him to just give up. Brock wiped away his tears and then picked up the fish. In a sense, the moment of weakness had been good for him. It helped relieve some of his stress. It felt good to get it out.



Once Brock got back, news of the splinter group’s demise was a hit to the morale of the other survivors. Though their deaths meant there was more food to go around for the rest, it was still a hard pill to swallow. All of the men who died had friends among the remaining survivors. Hard decisions had to make. If Brock didn’t find another source of food fast, he’d be facing more men trying to go out on their own within days. Striking out south was the only realistic option. Perhaps the best approach was to migrate with most of the men and leave just a skeleton crew at the main camp as a safeguard. That way if a rescue party did arrive, they wouldn’t be missed.

Brock decided to sleep on it and make a decision in the morning. Only he didn’t get the opportunity. During the night, he woke up to the sound of screaming. Fearing that Gorosaurus had somehow tracked them down, Brock grabbed his laser rifle and got ready for a fight. There wasn’t any giant monster to fight though. Brock looked around for the camp sentries to figure out what was going on, only to find that they weren’t there. All three of them were missing and nobody knew what happened to them. Their weapons were found on the ground, but the men were gone. There was a trail of blood leading into the jungle, but no other clues as to what happened.

Brock’s plan to move camp was instantly put on hold until he could figure out what was going on. It couldn’t have been the Condor, the Serpent wouldn’t dare come this far inland, and Gorosaurus or Kong were both too big not to have left some kind of trace behind. No, it seemed as though they were facing a new kind of threat. The next day, one of the bodies was discovered out in the jungle. It had been eaten down to the bone. It was a bloody mess. Brock was hoping that they were dealing with some type of human threat, but that didn’t appear to be the case.

After making the grisly discovery, Brock switched gears and focused his attention to making the camp more defensible. He started by moving as many men as he could inside of the cave so whatever was attacking them could only approach from one direction. That night, no one was to sleep. Everyone would be taking up a weapon and keeping watch. Brock didn’t have the luxury of modern military defenses, but Reinhart suggested that since they seemed to be dealing with an animal of some sort, they should make an improvised fence out of sharpened bamboo shoots and place thorny vines in front of them. Brock didn’t really think that would stop anything from entering the perimeter, but it might at least give them some warning if anything broke through. He liked the idea and had men set about getting it in place.

The makeshift fence took all day to get into place, and it only covered the innermost section of the camp in front of the cave, but it was at least something. Before evening set in, Brock pulled out the last trump card he had up his sleeve. He began to outfit his men with the captured pieces of body armor they’d taken off of the dead crew of the derelict ship, along with their swords. If it came down to close combat, the combination of both could give soldiers an edge over whatever was attacking them. Just as it was starting to get dark, Brock placed lit torches around the perimeter of the fence to light up the area. Their enemy didn’t seem to have any difficulty seeing in the dark the night before. Perhaps a little light could hinder their presumed nocturnal eyesight. If nothing else, it would help the men see a little better.

With all of the preparations made, it was now just a waiting game. Everyone felt a little silly wearing the armor, in particular the helmets, but no one made any kind of jokes about it. The situation was too serious for levity at that point. A full third of the survivors were already dead, and unless they were able to defend themselves from this latest unidentified threat, nobody was going to last long enough to be rescued. The rate of attrition Mondo Island had inflicted on the group thus far had been ghastly.

Brock needed a win badly. Spirits were at an all-time low. The true terror of Mondo Island was that death could come to anyone, anytime, and anywhere. A safe space was non-existent there. The party’s numbers had been whittled away day after day, and something new and frightening was popping up constantly. As soon as they learned to avoid one danger, a newer and more deadly one took its place.

As night closed in, Brock’s mind began to wander to dark places. He imagined that he died during the first attack on Mondo and what he was living now was simply his own personal Hell. His eternal punishment was having to watch his men die in horrific ways every day and not being able to do a thing about it. Brock dashed away the notion and decided to walk along the perimeter fence to get his mind off of it. He looked out into the trees and didn’t see anything. He listened and only heard the regular jungle noises he’d gotten accustomed to. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Brock began to move back to the embankment where most of the other survivors were hiding with their weapons ready. He crested the mound and then settled in to wait on the other side. Whatever they were waiting for hadn’t seemed to have arrived yet. Brock hoped they would soon, or keeping the men up all night would be for nothing. They’d miss out on a day’s worth of work the next day for no meaningful gain. Next to him, Reinhart was calmly chewing on a soft leftover bamboo shoot. There was a fair amount of nutritional value to be found in them. Lots of vitamins. He offered Brock a bite, but he passed. Brock hadn’t developed a taste for them just yet, and he wasn’t quite that desperate. It was dead quiet. Brock had issued stick orders for no talking unless absolutely necessary.

Suddenly, there was a snapping noise out beyond the perimeter of the camp, and everybody heard it. Guns were brought to the ready. Soon after, there was rustling in the bushes. Something was definitely moving out there, but it was beyond the light of the fires. No one could quite tell what was happening. Then Brock saw something moving on the other side of the barricade low to the ground. Whatever it was, it jostled against a section of bamboo before moving on further down the line. Finding that there was no obvious way through the fence, the intruder stopped and pushed against the bamboo. When that didn’t work, a pair of sharp fangs pieced through to the other side of one of the bamboo shoots and bit through it, sending the pole falling over.

Brock was tempted to take a shot at whatever it was right then and there, but he hesitated. He wanted to get a good look at it was first. Half of what made this enemy so scary for his men was the uncertainly of not knowing what it was. Brock could see the shadows of more creatures creeping up on the wall, following in the footsteps of the first. They too started to work on breaching the defenses. Brock still held steady and signaled for everyone else to continue holding their fire. The first intruder chewed through another pole until toppled it was well. Very quickly, it had eaten away a hole big enough for its body to pass through.

Just as the creature was coming into the light of the torches, one of the technicians panicked and opened fire on it with his laser rifle. He wasn’t well-practiced marksmen, and it showed. The green laser bolt missed the creature and hit the nearby torch instead, toppling it over. The creature realized it had been detected and rushed forward towards the line. Silhouetted in darkness, it was hard to make out exactly what it was. It was almost crablike, but roughly the size of a large dog, and almost as fast as one.

“Open Fire!!!” Brock commanded with a roar. The rest of the men started shooting like it was the first day of open season. More of the creatures breached the defenses and started to charge at the embankment. The night lit up like the Fourth of July as men fired wildly at numerous targets. Brock managed to hit the lead creature with his rifle, which slowed it down, but didn’t kill it. Brock poured fire into the intruder again and again until it finally stopped and fell over. The other men weren’t doing as well though. Many of the remaining survivors were technicians who weren’t used to combat.

One of the crawlers managed to make it all the way to the defense line and jumped on one of the men. The creature tried to bite him, but the man’s advanced armor was able to hold its mandibles at bay. They simply couldn’t penetrate the robust metal. Brock rushed over to the man, drawing his sword. With one hand, Brock tore the creature from the soldier and threw it down to the ground violently. With the other, he brought his sword down hard, activating the energy bar as he did. The creature was easily sliced in two. Seeing that, many of Brock’s men threw down their rifles and drew their swords. The horde of creatures was nearly upon them anyways. The fight from then on was going to be hand to hand.

It was a fight the creatures lost decisively. When all was said and done, the crawlers managed to kill one of the engineers by biting him in the neck, bypassing his armor protection. Otherwise, it had been an outright slaughter. Twelve creatures in all had been killed in the melee. Not even one of them had got away. They’d been outsmarted and outfought. The advanced technology proved to give Brock and his men an unparalleled advantage.

After the fighting, Brock closely examined one of their slain adversaries with a torch. The creature was definitely some sort of crustacean, and it was a mean looking specimen. It had a crimson coloring to its shell, with spikes protruding outwards in several places. It had three large crablike legs sticking out of each side of its carapace, along with numerous smaller ones located underneath its abdomen. Small wonder the things could move so fast. Nearby the creature’s nasty looking mandibles were a pair of claws that seemed slightly undersized for most crustaceans but were clearly strong enough to grasp onto prey. The specimen had one feature that was very strange for a crustacean, a long-forked tail. It had almost no eyes to speak of, and what it did have, were almost indistinguishable from the rest of its shell. It was a strange fish alright.

“These aren’t exactly your typical king crab.” Brock noted, looking over to Reinhart, hoping for answers. Judging by the look on the good doctor’s face, he had none to give.

“Jesus, is this yet another type of kaiju?” One of the marines asked, pushing on one of the slain crustaceans with his boot. “This place is a second monster island in the making.”



The good news following the battle was that the group’s immediate food troubles had been alleviated for at least a couple days. The odd, crablike creatures made for very good eating. They had a plenty of meat on them and loads of very much needed protein for the men. Breakfast the following morning was a well-earned feast. A part of Brock hoped that more of them would turn up at some point.

“You’re doing a good job you know.” Reinhart told Brock quietly while both of them were enjoying their breakfast. Brock just stared at him, not sure what to make of it. “Keeping us alive and together I mean.” He clarified. “The plain fact of the matter is it’s harsh here. Nobody could have predicted the hardships we’d face. Even if you made no mistakes, this island would still inflict a hefty toll. But every loss has made us stronger and wiser.” Apparently, Brock had not hidden how upset he’d been well enough after getting back to camp the day before and Reinhart noticed.

“You’ve taking all of this pretty well too.” Brock replied, trying to take the focus off himself. “Better than I’d expect from a guy who spends most of his time in a lab. This isn’t becoming a little much for you?”

“I’ve seen people get eaten alive before, it’s nothing new.” Reinhart replied in a cold, in a matter of fact, sort of way. Brock just stared at him stone-faced. He hadn’t expected Reinhart to say such a thing, and he didn’t want to ask any more about it either.

After breakfast, Brock decided he needed to attend to the group’s next most-pressing matter personally. The marines were supposed to have gotten fresh water the day before, but instead they had spent the day building up the camp’s defenses. With all of the extra work, water consumption had gone up. They were now running precariously low. Addressing the problem couldn’t wait. Dehydration was much more of a hazard to the group than starvation. A man could go many more days without a bite to eat than without a drink of water.

Brock set out with a group of ten men. He had an internal debate with himself on whether it was wiser to change the men back into their camo uniforms to blend into the forest or to remain in the advanced armor, just in case they ran into any more of the creepy crawlers along the way. Brock begrudging chose the latter option. There was no telling how many more of the crab-creatures were roaming about the island, but he suspected lots more.

Fortunately, they didn’t encounter any of them in the jungle on the way to the mountain spring. However, they did stumble upon something else once they arrived. It turned out changing their established pattern for the water runs was unwise, for that day Kong was sitting at the basin of the river getting handfuls of water for himself. The whole group halted in their steps, and everybody went dead silent, recognizing the level of threat that lay before them. Brock held up his hand and motioned for everyone else behind him to take cover. The rest of the men quickly found bushes or trees to hide behind. Brock slowly backed away; Kong had not noticed him yet. He spotted something in Kong’s right hand as he retreated. A mass of red and wriggling bodies. Kong had a hand full of the same crab monsters that had attacked the survivor’s camp the night before. The great ape brought them up to his mouth and chomped down like they were popcorn shrimp.

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‘Maybe they are why Kong chose this island.’ Brock mused to himself. ‘There’s certainly plenty of them to eat around here. Yeah… Kong needs protein to regain his strength and heal up from his fight with Godzilla. This could just be a pitstop for him.’ As Brock continued to carefully back away, Kong began to stir. He lifted his head and sniffed at the air. He’d caught the scent of something, and it wasn’t hard to figure out what. ‘SHIT!’ Brock’s blood turned to ice water. Kong was most likely smelling him and his men. “Go!” He whispered-yelled to his men, waving his hand earnestly, and urging them to abandon their hiding places.

Brock and the rest of the party disappeared into the jungle before Kong could spot them, but they could hear a rumble of him getting up to come investigate. Not wearing camo seemed like it was going to come back to bite them in a bad way, but even if they were wearing it, Kong could still smell them out in any case. Brock heard tree trunks snapping behind him as Kong began to follow the group into the jungle. They were in real trouble now. It didn’t seem likely that they’d make it back to camp before Kong overtook them. Then Brock got an idea. He changed direction sharply, leading his men southward.

For a few moments afterwards, Kong kept moving east trying to follow their trail. He’d seemingly lost track of them, but then Kong stopped and backtracked. He quickly realized the scent trail had made a ninety-degree turn. Within moments, he was after them again. It was curiosity that drove Kong for the most part, trying to figure out the odd smell that was out of place. The real question was, what would drive him once he caught up to the soldiers? Brock and his men didn’t want to find out. They ran for all that they were worth, managing to stay just ahead of Kong as he pursued them. But they couldn’t keep up that pace forever.

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Just as Kong was nearly on top of them, Brock found what he was looking for. The group came to a clearing and discovered Gorosaurus milling around in search of prey. Kong came charging in behind them, breaking out into the open. He discovered Brock’s party running out ahead of him, but he didn’t have time to process what to do about them because he was almost immediately confronted by Gorosaurus. Kong chose to ignore the tiny humans for the time being and turned his attention to the other monster, who posed a much greater threat to him.

Brock looked back over his shoulder to see that Kong was no longer chasing them. His gambit had paid off. Kong and Gorosaurus were both too occupied with each other to bother with them. Brock wisely led his men away from the two titans as they began to close in on each other. There was no sense in staying between them. Luckily, there was an outcropping of rocks which looked like a promising place to take cover. The party clambered up into safety and then turned to watch the battle unfold.

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Gorosaurus showed very little fear of Kong. Either the two hadn’t met yet, or Kong’s ragged state simply reduced his aura of menace. Gorosaurus saw him as little more than a warm meal in waiting. Kong on the other had was fairly wary of Gorosaurus. He kept his distance at first. Perhaps his defeat at Godzilla’s hands had shaken his confidence. In a superficial way, Gorosaurus was similar to Godzilla in several respects. They were both reptilian, they both stood at roughly the same height, they both had long tails, they both had spines running along the length of their backs, and they both had sharp teeth.

Kong issued a warning, roaring and raising his hands up to make himself look bigger. Then he beat his chest wildly to intimidate his foe. The threat display did little to impress Gorosaurus though, he roared in kind, challenging Kong. The two monsters set about circling each other, sizing one another up.

Surprisingly, Kong made the first move, shooting forward and trying to catch Gorosaurus with a punch with the force of all of his body weight behind it. Kong miscalculated though, missing and stumbling forward. Gorosaurus took full advantage. He reared back on his hind legs and kicked Kong with both of his feet in a fashion similar to a kangaroo. Both of Gorosaurus’ feet dug into Kong’s abdomen, knocking the air out of him. The force of the blow also knocked Kong backwards, sending him rolling. Kong however, in a modest feat of agility, used the momentum to roll all the way over and back up onto his feet.

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Kong’s failed attack emboldened Gorosaurus, who confidently strode forward and kicked Kong a second time while he was still trying to recover. At that point, Kong wasn’t in a position to do much to counterattack. He was still trying to get a good breath in after getting the wind knocked out of him. The best Kong could do was turn sideways and take the impact of Gorosaurus’ next attack on his shoulder. Gorosaurus’ double-kick still hit very hard though, and Kong was once again sent rolling.

Kong slowly got back to his feet, slightly dazed. He had recuperated enough though and was now able to consider fighting back. With his head clearing, Kong started to get angry, and the adrenaline began to pump through his muscles. Gorosaurus moved in to kick for a third time, but it was a mistake trying to use the same attack three times in a row. Kong was learning quick and managed to entirely dodge the powerful blow. Gorosaurus maintained his balance however, utilizing his tail to recover instantly.

Kong took advantage of Gorosaurus’ failed assault and tried to catch him off guard with another punch, but Gorosaurus’ reflexes were much faster than Kong anticipated. The saurian caught Kong’s fist in his mouth and bit down hard. Kong pulled back, trying to free himself, but Gorosaurus’ jaw strength was extraordinarily strong. He had a nastier bite than Godzilla, that was for sure. Kong only managed to tear his arm up wrenching against Gorosaurus’ teeth.

Realizing he wasn’t getting anywhere, Kong quickly changed tactics and put Gorosaurus into a headlock with his free arm. He pulled Gorosaurus downwards, pile-driving his head into the ground. While the move certainly did some damage to Gorosaurus’s face, it also forced the giant saurian’s teeth deeper into the flesh of Kong’s arm on impact. Afterwards, Gorosaurus was so stunned by the collision that he released his bite. Kong’s fist was damaged, but free.

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“He’s no Godzilla, I’d give Kong the edge here.” Brock remarked, observing Gorosaurus’ awkwardness in trying to get back to his feet.

Gorosaurus didn’t have quite the same level of brawling skills that Godzilla displayed when fighting Kong in close quarters. It mostly boiled down to the fact that Gorosaurus’s arms were small by comparison. They weren’t very useful for wrestling, grappling, or pushing himself up. In stark contrast, Kong sprang right back up to his feet and went on the attack. He beat down on Gorosaurus wildly using both fists like hammers. At first, Gorosaurus just lay there absorbing the blows. Then he started to register just how much damage Kong was inflicting.

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Gorosaurus turned on his back and then kicked up with his powerful legs. He caught King Kong right under the chin. Kong was rocked by the blow and stumbled backwards. His knees felt like Jello. Gorosaurus took the well-earned respite to get back on his feet. By the time he did though, Kong had shaken off the effects of the kick to his face.

The two monsters squared up for a second time. Kong had already learned some valuable lessons from the encounter and planned to use them going forward. He charged in and tackled Gorosaurus, immediately taking him to the ground to deprive him of the use of his powerful legs. Kong took up a position to the side and rolled Gorosaurus the other way so that the saurian’s legs were facing away from him, ensuring Gorosaurus couldn’t possibly kick towards him. Once in that position, Kong unleashed a flurry of ground and pound attacks on Gorosaurus.

There was little Gorosaurus could do at that point. Kong had taken complete control of the fight. He had no way of countering him. After several more strong blows, Gorosaurus’ legs went stiff and he stopped struggling. Kong appeared to have knocked him out. Kong stood up and celebrated. It hadn’t been such a tough fight after all, he thought. Once he’d figured out Gorosaurus was a one trick pony, it was easy enough to defeat him.

Kong went to move away, only to feel a strong pain emanating from his leg. He looked down to find that Gorosaurus had been playing possum, or perhaps it was simply that he hadn’t actually been knocked all the way out. Whichever the case, Gorosaurus’ jaws were clamped down hard on Kong’s shin. Taken off guard, Kong was rattled and did the only thing he could think to do. He stomped down on Gorosaurus’ face with his free foot, only he couldn’t get much of force behind his stomps with his other leg being trapped the way it was. Kong’s attacks were largely ineffective. Having no other alternative, Kong knelt down and started to beat Gorosaurus with his fists again. Those attacks were also mostly ineffective.

Kong got angry again and put both of his hands inside of Gorosaurus’ mouth. He harnessed all of his considerable strength to force the saurian’s mouth open. Within moments, Kong had freed his leg, but he didn’t let up. He forced Gorosaurus’ mouth open even further, starting to strain the limits of how far it could go. Blinded with rage, Kong was ruthlessly trying to break Gorosaurus’ jaw.

Gorosaurus, however, wasn’t just going to sit there and let Kong do it though. He had one final ace up his sleeve, and now was the time to play it. While Kong was focused on his face, Gorosaurus positioned his tail up and behind Kong. Gorosaurus struck hard, burying the spiked tip as far into Kong’s back muscles as he could. The move caught Kong completely off guard. He turned to see if another monster had stuck him from behind while his back was turned. He released Gorosaurus’ jaw in the process. Gorosaurus pulled his tail back out, it had served its purpose.

Kong backed away, trying to assess the damaged he’d taken. He reached around and saw a modest about of blood when he pulled his hand back, nothing that was remotely close to fatal. Just as Kong decided he was ok, something else started to happen. He found that he was having trouble focusing on Gorosaurus. He felt tired and his vision was blurring. The secret of Gorosaurus’ tail attack was revealed. His spike contained a neurotoxin, and he’d pumped a fair amount of it into Kong’s system. It wasn’t enough to put him down, but it was enough to slow him down.

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Feeling unsteady, Kong knelt down to the ground and reached behind him. Gorosaurus saw the opportunity to go back on the offensive. He stepped forward, advancing on Kong. Just as Gorosaurus got close, Kong’s arm came forward and he threw a glob of brown muck at his face. The sludge hit Gorosaurus in the right eye and he came to a halt instantly, trying in vain to wipe it away with his undersized arms. Speckles of the material overshot Gorosaurus and landed in the rocky hiding spot of the survivors, partially covering them in the mystery sludge.

“God damn it, I really hope this is mud…!” Brock cursed, flicking his wrists, having yet to identify what the sticky muck on them was.

While Gorosaurus was still blinded and confused, Kong pulled out the largest tree he could find and then slammed it into the size of his head. Gorosaurus was staggered and fell completely over. Kong fell over as well. He had put all of his weight into the strike and didn’t have the equilibrium to steady himself afterwards.

“Holy shit, Kong hit a home run with that one!” Brock nearly cheered he was so impressed.

“Hey Sarg, it is just mud after all.” One of the soldiers remarked. “Kong must have taken it from the riverbed, there’s still sand in it.” That bit of news was a relief to everyone involved.

Out on the battlefield, Gorosaurus had finally had enough. He’d throw everything he could at his opponent and Kong was still putting up a hell of a fight. The giant saurian turned tail and retreated back into his own territory. The battle was over. Through sheer grit and determination, Kong had prevailed.




Just a heads up, it might be a little while before I post another chapter here. It’s due it a couple of factors:

First, I’m going on vacation to Washington DC for about a week starting next weekend (it got pushed back due to the potential government shutdown at the beginning of the month). So, between preparing for the trip, being on the trip, and recovering from the trip, it’s going to disrupt my normal writing timeline of about a month between chapters. I can’t say exactly how much it’s going to slow me down, but at least a week or two I’d wager.

Second, I’m really pretty pissed off with the Fanfiction website. It has been broken for over a month now, (since before I even posted my last chapter). Several inquiries later... no replies, no fixes, no story tracking, and no update notifications for readers about when I post. I’m about ticked off enough to pull my story from their website, but that wouldn’t really be fair to the readers there, who have no control over those sorts of things. It’s just frustrating that Fanfiction either can’t or won’t get their site operating properly after month. It's never been as bad as it is now. Makes me not want to bother writing. :roll: :dizzy: X_X -_-

On the bright side, I do want to get to the next chapter and get to some reveals. So if nothing else, I'll keep posting here for now.
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If the crustaceans are who I think they are, the thought of them of all things being made into a lobster dinner is more than a little funny!

It was a very nice rogue's gallery of monsters overall. Throughout the chapter (especially by the coast and against the crustaceans), I couldn't help but wonder if Brock might get to settle his score with the Shockirus (as nonsensical as it is in hindsight, what with humanity being judicious with nukes and Godzilla disappearing).

On that note, seeing humanity (Reinhart in particular) finally land a clean punch above our weight was cathartic, whatever the consequences down the line may be. Not cavemen any more, it seems.

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ConvergeTakedown wrote: Sun Oct 29, 2023 8:52 pm If the crustaceans are who I think they are, the thought of them of all things being made into a lobster dinner is more than a little funny!

It was a very nice rogue's gallery of monsters overall. Throughout the chapter (especially by the coast and against the crustaceans), I couldn't help but wonder if Brock might get to settle his score with the Shockirus (as nonsensical as it is in hindsight, what with humanity being judicious with nukes and Godzilla disappearing).

On that note, seeing humanity (Reinhart in particular) finally land a clean punch above our weight was cathartic, whatever the consequences down the line may be. Not cavemen any more, it seems.
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The Giant Condor...not the Kaiju we wanted; but the Kaiju we needed. About time the not so big guy had a triumphant return.

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mpsoldier wrote: Mon Oct 30, 2023 6:37 pm The Giant Condor...not the Kaiju we wanted; but the Kaiju we needed. About time the not so big guy had a triumphant return.
Yeah, as always, I tried to give an underutilized Kaiju a moment to shine. Not ‘quite’ done with him either.

Pretty soon though we’re going to be moving up to bigger fish. It might make some readers a little happier to get to some of the series regulars and/or fan favorites. Still, we got at least one more chapter to go which will introduce some very underutilized and/or obscure characters.
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Well it's almost Christmas again so to all Godzilla Tactical assault fans don't forget to acquire some Godzilla tacky *** salt like last year!

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Indeed. :lol:

Well, here’s my brief update:

There’s good news and bad news. The bad news is I got a URI the week after I got back from my vacation which set me back another week. The good news though is I really got after it this last weekend and I nearly got through the first draft of the next chapter in just two days. So it’s coming along nicely. Should have a new chapter out before Christmas.
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Thanks. A little Godzilla Tactical Assault will be a great present for the holidays. Got to thank you for your hard work. You inspired me to write my own Kaiju piece (aside from the 3 I did on this thread) I submitted a match on the Kaiju war Chronicles. Thanks for all you do! Happy Holidays!

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