KWC TRAILERS!

[Gigantis]

I agree with everyone else, this looks like it’s gonna be good. Side note, I would recommend one tiny grammatical change:

suddenly snuffed out as his mangled, charred body was left to rot in the Florida son should be edited to:

suddenly snuffed out as his mangled, charred body was left to rot in the Florida sun.

Don't worry, I caught that one when I started adding more stuff.. Felt pretty dumb not realizing it before.

[GodzillavsRayquaza]

The beginning of a match that will be… immense, in many ways.

Spoiler:

[Continued from Match 379]

Orange streaks of light pierced the vast darkness. Spearing into a wall of stone, they released a series of mighty blasts, spreading debris out in all directions. They drifted through space’s vacuum, away from the fresh crater. Cracks filling the indent and crawling out told the guardian moth, her white fur reflecting distant starlight as her vibrantly patterned wings beat, that she was making progress.

Mothra had lost track of time out here, searching the asteroid belt for the fated collider with Earth in the year 1999 had taken much time. Had it not been for hidden, mystical senses, she would have never found it. But now, here she was, fulfilling the duty of her twisted brother who passed away fighting a threat to the very world they both loved.

Rapidly firing her antennae beams, the goddess watched the kilometers-wide asteroid begin to break apart, dust and debris flying about as one object became billions. Eventually, the forces inflicted upon it, both internal and external, forced the asteroid to split in half. The sound would have been deafening had this been in an atmosphere, countless tons of rock grinding against itself as it tore away, but in space it was utterly silent.

Mothra hoped that her warning to Earth had been successful. The fiend SpaceGodzilla could not triumph, for if he did she would have no world to return to. Unfortunately, her messages were one way, so until she had accomplished this task, there was no way of knowing the outcome.

Releasing a cloud of scales as she flew around one of the halves, she unleashed bolts of lightning which tore the rock asunder. In addition to her Pressure Field, her wings discharged similar blasts, aiding in the devastation of the mountain-sized space stone. Explosions coated it like pox, ripping it to pieces.

As she did so, the divine moth noticed in the distance something which made a twinge of fear enter her heart. Another asteroid, far smaller, but twirling in the sunlight with a radiant gleam. Crystals emerged from it, like towers built by mortal hands. She recognized those gemstones well, they belonged to the adversary of life.

With a quick burst of her energy, directed through the feelers atop her head, the artifact of the devil was shattered like a vase. Despite its presence being erased, it lingered in her mind. A leftover from his passage to Earth? Or proof that he had taken it over and was now branching out across the solar system?

Mothra could not bear it any longer. Judging the half she had been assailing to be sufficiently broken up, she rushed towards the other, now currently smashing apart another space rock. If that first half’s remains still drifted towards Earth, it would not be pleasant for anything on the surface, but civilization would be able to survive, much less the planet itself. Her blue eyes darting about her surroundings revealing more crystal-coated asteroids scattered amidst the masses only made her paranoia worse.

Her body shining brightly, she slammed head first into her target. The Flash Dash broke a gigantic crevice into the apocalyptic monolith, which was then assailed by Beam Pulsers and Wing Lightning as Mothra fervently carried out her mission.

***

What Mothra did not know was that it had been a long time since the battle with SpaceGodzilla, nearly two years. Earth had won, Godzilla and humankind banding together to drive back and destroy the crystalline tyrant. Then a year later, Godzilla perished, a son that Mothra had no idea existed inheriting his title and power.

But her paranoia was not unfounded. For the crystals in the asteroid belt were not created during SpaceGodzilla’s passage to Earth…

***

Light years away

A massive cluster of crystals, bearing many colors, drifted near a planet that humankind had no clue existed. The beings below ran for their lives as it released fragments which fell like comets, smashing into their cities and growing into malevolent spires. Their own towers began to crumble, going up in blossoms of fire.

The object, only a few kilometers across, acted without malice. It mindlessly spread its seeds of desolation, feeding on the energy they generated. One could be forgiven for assuming it lacked consciousness altogether, but a basic instinct existed within the crystalline construct.

Suddenly, it ceased movement. The natives of the exoplanet breathed a sigh of relief, believing their nightmare was over.

It was only the beginning.

The crystal mass twitched, shifting as an internal change occurred. It felt like a switch had been flipped, the basic mind within feeling overwhelmed as something washed over it. A signal in the distance drew its attention, feeling like a hot poker was rammed into its brain and could only be removed by ending the source of it. It was utterly lost, demanding to know what was happening.

A second mind manifested inside the mass, one which swallowed the instinctual brain like a tsunami rushing over a small house. The energy draining began again, far more intense to the point where the ground began to crack apart under the crystals on the planet below, casting unfortunate souls into an abyss. Instead of feeding into more gemstones, the energy went into a dormant element within the cluster.

Dormancy awakened was also the best descriptor for the new consciousness in control. A mighty roar had crossed space, from a planet of no renown in the cosmos. Nobody in the universe outside of Earth heard it but him, due to a mental connection that had been closed until now.

The cluster of crystals began to split in the middle, unfurling as a biomass revealed itself. Pulsating organs were encased in shimmering bones, a dark purple skin overlapping red musculature slowly moving up like a sheet being pulled. Screaming into the void, memories flooded back. Brutal demise at a crimson blast, torn asunder into shards which flew upwards back to the stars, his faded consciousness being overtaken by the crystals’ basic urge. The grotesque monstrosity, orange eyes filling in within the hollow sockets, tilted his head towards Earth.

Then looked back towards the world below. He needed more power, greater might to bring to bear and succeed where he failed before.

Making another crystalline meteor, he held it for a moment. It began to swell as more power was put into it, more potential. Then, he hurled it away, towards his ultimate target. His arrival would be delayed, but that did not mean he could not begin chaos and destruction before he himself descended.

With hungry, heartless eyes, he descended towards the world below, crystals falling like rain upon a world whose name he knew not.

[VegetableBooy]

The beginning of a match that will be… immense, in many ways.

Spoiler:

[Continued from Match 379]

Orange streaks of light pierced the vast darkness. Spearing into a wall of stone, they released a series of mighty blasts, spreading debris out in all directions. They drifted through space’s vacuum, away from the fresh crater. Cracks filling the indent and crawling out told the guardian moth, her white fur reflecting distant starlight as her vibrantly patterned wings beat, that she was making progress.

Mothra had lost track of time out here, searching the asteroid belt for the fated collider with Earth in the year 1999 had taken much time. Had it not been for hidden, mystical senses, she would have never found it. But now, here she was, fulfilling the duty of her twisted brother who passed away fighting a threat to the very world they both loved.

Rapidly firing her antennae beams, the goddess watched the kilometers-wide asteroid begin to break apart, dust and debris flying about as one object became billions. Eventually, the forces inflicted upon it, both internal and external, forced the asteroid to split in half. The sound would have been deafening had this been in an atmosphere, countless tons of rock grinding against itself as it tore away, but in space it was utterly silent.

Mothra hoped that her warning to Earth had been successful. The fiend SpaceGodzilla could not triumph, for if he did she would have no world to return to. Unfortunately, her messages were one way, so until she had accomplished this task, there was no way of knowing the outcome.

Releasing a cloud of scales as she flew around one of the halves, she unleashed bolts of lightning which tore the rock asunder. In addition to her Pressure Field, her wings discharged similar blasts, aiding in the devastation of the mountain-sized space stone. Explosions coated it like pox, ripping it to pieces.

As she did so, the divine moth noticed in the distance something which made a twinge of fear enter her heart. Another asteroid, far smaller, but twirling in the sunlight with a radiant gleam. Crystals emerged from it, like towers built by mortal hands. She recognized those gemstones well, they belonged to the adversary of life.

With a quick burst of her energy, directed through the feelers atop her head, the artifact of the devil was shattered like a vase. Despite its presence being erased, it lingered in her mind. A leftover from his passage to Earth? Or proof that he had taken it over and was now branching out across the solar system?

Mothra could not bear it any longer. Judging the half she had been assailing to be sufficiently broken up, she rushed towards the other, now currently smashing apart another space rock. If that first half’s remains still drifted towards Earth, it would not be pleasant for anything on the surface, but civilization would be able to survive, much less the planet itself. Her blue eyes darting about her surroundings revealing more crystal-coated asteroids scattered amidst the masses only made her paranoia worse.

Her body shining brightly, she slammed head first into her target. The Flash Dash broke a gigantic crevice into the apocalyptic monolith, which was then assailed by Beam Pulsers and Wing Lightning as Mothra fervently carried out her mission.

***

What Mothra did not know was that it had been a long time since the battle with SpaceGodzilla, nearly two years. Earth had won, Godzilla and humankind banding together to drive back and destroy the crystalline tyrant. Then a year later, Godzilla perished, a son that Mothra had no idea existed inheriting his title and power.

But her paranoia was not unfounded. For the crystals in the asteroid belt were not created during SpaceGodzilla’s passage to Earth…

***

Light years away

A massive cluster of crystals, bearing many colors, drifted near a planet that humankind had no clue existed. The beings below ran for their lives as it released fragments which fell like comets, smashing into their cities and growing into malevolent spires. Their own towers began to crumble, going up in blossoms of fire.

The object, only a few kilometers across, acted without malice. It mindlessly spread its seeds of desolation, feeding on the energy they generated. One could be forgiven for assuming it lacked consciousness altogether, but a basic instinct existed within the crystalline construct.

Suddenly, it ceased movement. The natives of the exoplanet breathed a sigh of relief, believing their nightmare was over.

It was only the beginning.

The crystal mass twitched, shifting as an internal change occurred. It felt like a switch had been flipped, the basic mind within feeling overwhelmed as something washed over it. A signal in the distance drew its attention, feeling like a hot poker was rammed into its brain and could only be removed by ending the source of it. It was utterly lost, demanding to know what was happening.

A second mind manifested inside the mass, one which swallowed the instinctual brain like a tsunami rushing over a small house. The energy draining began again, far more intense to the point where the ground began to crack apart under the crystals on the planet below, casting unfortunate souls into an abyss. Instead of feeding into more gemstones, the energy went into a dormant element within the cluster.

Dormancy awakened was also the best descriptor for the new consciousness in control. A mighty roar had crossed space, from a planet of no renown in the cosmos. Nobody in the universe outside of Earth heard it but him, due to a mental connection that had been closed until now.

The cluster of crystals began to split in the middle, unfurling as a biomass revealed itself. Pulsating organs were encased in shimmering bones, a dark purple skin overlapping red musculature slowly moving up like a sheet being pulled. Screaming into the void, memories flooded back. Brutal demise at a crimson blast, torn asunder into shards which flew upwards back to the stars, his faded consciousness being overtaken by the crystals’ basic urge. The grotesque monstrosity, orange eyes filling in within the hollow sockets, tilted his head towards Earth.

Then looked back towards the world below. He needed more power, greater might to bring to bear and succeed where he failed before.

Making another crystalline meteor, he held it for a moment. It began to swell as more power was put into it, more potential. Then, he hurled it away, towards his ultimate target. His arrival would be delayed, but that did not mean he could not begin chaos and destruction before he himself descended.

With hungry, heartless eyes, he descended towards the world below, crystals falling like rain upon a world whose name he knew not.

Looks like Junior might be getting some payback…

[DynaMight]

First time I post a trailer here, yipeeee.

Spoiler:

“Fear of death only comes through the brittleness of ego”

The gates of the greatest and deepest pit of the planet opened themselves as a pair of hungry mandibles, allowing the two dancing flames that entered the eternal realm of damnation to plummet down into the scorching crevice. The surroundings were nothing more than horrendous. screaming faces of cursed souls, forced to remain trapped in this world of never-ending agony and pain, were carved deep into the reddish brimstone that made up most of what an eye could see here.

It was a twisted and sickening reality, one where boiling streams of magma ran down the barren wasteland and made the veins of the realm of fire. It was a place older than the concepts of time and space, something primordial and divine in a sense despite the grotesque nature of its very existence. The darkest and most corrupted of hearts called this landscape their home, something that they did whether they desires or not, for this was a realm of punishment and torture to the sinners of the cosmos.

Hell.

The blackened clouds were split apart by the falling souls, ones that would make their way towards the depths of the infernal location. Their landing was painful and abrupt, clouds of dust and debris extinguishing the fires that hid the identities of hell‘s newcomers. It wasn't long before one of the two stood up, the metallic shine of his dark blue plating reflecting the tints of orange and red natural to this parallel world. A sharp crimson visor scanned the close proximities, failing to recognize the hellish landscape that now surrounded the cybernetic terror. Gigan was a famous name around here, a vicious and sadistic cyborg who enjoyed nothing more than covering his robotic frame in blood and guts from his enemies.

But all action has consequences, all the blood spilled would now take its toll upon Gigan. Last thing the alien remembered was the sharp cut off his own flying blades slice cleanly through his neck, an accident that seemingly had greater repercussions than what Gigan could have ever imagined. The cyborg never had truly considered the idea of a permanent death, for he always had the backup of his superiors to build him back in a greater, more powerful state each time his consciousness seemed to fade away. And yet here he was, devoid of his precious upgrades given to him by his modified body, and trapped in what appeared to be infinite purgatory.

The sharp steel fangs gritted against each other in frustration, followed by the deafening sound of the bloody trigger smashing against the ground with rage. Gigan released an echoing screech into the skies, furious about the loss of all his precious modifications and weapons. The deadly buzzsaw implanted on the cyborg’s chest roared with anger, but there was none to put against the serrated blade of the weapon, something that only served to increase Gigan’s ire.

To the surprise of the cyberclaw horror, however, he was not alone in this eternal realm of punishment. A faint cry, one that seemed almost at the brink of death, escaped the rubble and debris of the crater where the cyborg had landed. Curiosity forced Gigan to take a look, only for surprise and shock to hit him when he realized who had joined him in the darkest pits of Hell. The beautiful yellow, orange and black patterns imprinted onto the silky wings of the lepidopteran were unmistakable for the ancient cyborg.

The vision of the divine moth returned after a couple seconds, but the sight of Gigan staring down at her was possibly one of the worst scenarios she could have encountered. Mothra’s immediate reaction was to flap her wings away from the cyborg, pushing herself up into the air with the characteristic grace and elegance of a divine being. The guardian peacekeeper kept her distance from her primordial foe, yet her worries would soon turn over to the location she was now in…

[Dunkeeni]

First time I post a trailer here, yipeeee.

Spoiler:

“Fear of death only comes through the brittleness of ego”

The gates of the greatest and deepest pit of the planet opened themselves as a pair of hungry mandibles, allowing the two dancing flames that entered the eternal realm of damnation to plummet down into the scorching crevice. The surroundings were nothing more than horrendous. screaming faces of cursed souls, forced to remain trapped in this world of never-ending agony and pain, were carved deep into the reddish brimstone that made up most of what an eye could see here.

It was a twisted and sickening reality, one where boiling streams of magma ran down the barren wasteland and made the veins of the realm of fire. It was a place older than the concepts of time and space, something primordial and divine in a sense despite the grotesque nature of its very existence. The darkest and most corrupted of hearts called this landscape their home, something that they did whether they desires or not, for this was a realm of punishment and torture to the sinners of the cosmos.

Hell.

The blackened clouds were split apart by the falling souls, ones that would make their way towards the depths of the infernal location. Their landing was painful and abrupt, clouds of dust and debris extinguishing the fires that hid the identities of hell‘s newcomers. It wasn't long before one of the two stood up, the metallic shine of his dark blue plating reflecting the tints of orange and red natural to this parallel world. A sharp crimson visor scanned the close proximities, failing to recognize the hellish landscape that now surrounded the cybernetic terror. Gigan was a famous name around here, a vicious and sadistic cyborg who enjoyed nothing more than covering his robotic frame in blood and guts from his enemies.

But all action has consequences, all the blood spilled would now take its toll upon Gigan. Last thing the alien remembered was the sharp cut off his own flying blades slice cleanly through his neck, an accident that seemingly had greater repercussions than what Gigan could have ever imagined. The cyborg never had truly considered the idea of a permanent death, for he always had the backup of his superiors to build him back in a greater, more powerful state each time his consciousness seemed to fade away. And yet here he was, devoid of his precious upgrades given to him by his modified body, and trapped in what appeared to be infinite purgatory.

The sharp steel fangs gritted against each other in frustration, followed by the deafening sound of the bloody trigger smashing against the ground with rage. Gigan released an echoing screech into the skies, furious about the loss of all his precious modifications and weapons. The deadly buzzsaw implanted on the cyborg’s chest roared with anger, but there was none to put against the serrated blade of the weapon, something that only served to increase Gigan’s ire.

To the surprise of the cyberclaw horror, however, he was not alone in this eternal realm of punishment. A faint cry, one that seemed almost at the brink of death, escaped the rubble and debris of the crater where the cyborg had landed. Curiosity forced Gigan to take a look, only for surprise and shock to hit him when he realized who had joined him in the darkest pits of Hell. The beautiful yellow, orange and black patterns imprinted onto the silky wings of the lepidopteran were unmistakable for the ancient cyborg.

The vision of the divine moth returned after a couple seconds, but the sight of Gigan staring down at her was possibly one of the worst scenarios she could have encountered. Mothra’s immediate reaction was to flap her wings away from the cyborg, pushing herself up into the air with the characteristic grace and elegance of a divine being. The guardian peacekeeper kept her distance from her primordial foe, yet her worries would soon turn over to the location she was now in…

OOOOH! Now this looks interesting already! An alliance in the depths of Hell.

[Gigantis]

ガメラ^2

Spoiler:

Earth-S, Time Unknown

As the bizarre spacecraft traveled amongst the sky, the world’s greatest protector rushed in to meet it.

Blue flames carried Gamera further into the air, right up till he nearly breached the atmosphere and saw the stars above. Another day, another alien invasion came to plague the Earth, thinking they could get away with their reign of terror. He took on every one of their monsters, and protected many major cities from outright destruction.

Of course, when the extraterrestrials found themselves on the back leg, they had decided to make things more personal for him…

“HELP! HELP!” He heard two kids cry in terror. A brother and a sister, trapped on the mothership so large it had an entire built in city on the inside. It was no species that had plagued the earth before, but they were dangerous all the same. Speeding up, he aimed his fire breath at the smaller ships still shooting their lasers at him, though the hero barely paid them much attention beyond that. He had work to do.

With a single twist of the body, he shrunk into his shell, spinning into a circle as he shot past the mothership. It threatened to ram right into him, but his arms emerged from beneath his fortress, meeting the sides of the craft and forcing it back with his sheer weight.

****

“MEN! Do anything in your power to halt Gamera’s wrath! We must buy time until our trump card is ready!” Said the Vortician King, moving towards the back of the city, and still holding one of the children by the arms, ignoring every plea.

“GAMERA! PLEASE HELP US!” She shouted. She and her twin brother’s vacation to Japan had started so well; what had they done for it to go so wrong? Ungracefully shoved into a smaller shuttle, her brother was flung right into her afterwards, with only the alien leader and his stop soldiers still looking down at them both.

“Sir, with all due respect, why are we even keeping these two alive?” Said a troop. “You said it was bait to make sure Gamera followed us, but all it’s caused us is more trouble!”

“The plan was always to endure Gamera’s wrath. Killing the children would go much beyond regular wrath.” The King replied. “Not angered enough to tear us to shreds where he stands…”

He held a button in his hand, and pressed down on it with a thumb. Suddenly, it was as if the entire foundation whirred to life.

“But just enough for him to be unaware of the real threat!”

Tucked inside a small pocket, was a weapon stolen from another realm. Raising to the top of the ship, tied to a massive “crane” that made sure it would not crean off into space, was abandoned by humanity even with a seemingly successful run with the skeleton that currently rested on the moon… no matter. The King would use it himself, and would have its name strike fear into all that would come across it.

The Dimension Tide.

Neither kid could protest before the door in front of them slammed shut and began to shoot off into the vacuum. Speeds reaching hundreds of miles per hour, the autopilot sent them hurtling from the back, circling around to the entire bellwether, with the Chelonian barely managing to spot them.

“GAMERAAAAA!!” He heard them shout, now no longer paying attention to the Vortaak and shooting towards the smaller ship, catching up fast. Unbeknownst to the protector of earth, he had fallen right into their scheme, and their leader watched on with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Perfect… Steady the canon, gentleman. We have him now!”

****

Reaching out with a clawed hand, Gamera touched the craft with his finger tips, causing it to nearly spin out of control. Extending his reach to get a more firm grip, he finally caught the machine, though not without accidentally sending it to a very sudden stop. While the kids found themselves dizzy, clinging onto any support they could to make sure they didn’t crash onto the floor, neither could be happier at the sight of their savior.

“He’s.. right in front of us. Saving us!” Said the boy. In truth, his brain had nearly overloaded from the joy he felt, and his sister wasn’t too far behind in that regard.

“M-Mr. Gamera, sir.” She said timidly. “My name is Emily, and my brother is Elliott. Our parents are really worried about us back home. Can you take us back to Earth?”

Simply nodding his head, the Friend of All Children turned towards the blue planet. All that was left to do before taking the kids home was to finally take care of-

-... the Vortaak?

Hovering in front of the turtle and the children was a sight even the most powerful of beings would try and avoid at all cost. Ever slowly growing in size, was an all powerful black hole.

****

“Gamera locked right in our site sir! Ready to fire when ready!” Said a high ranking lieutenant.

“Excellent.” Said the King, calmly. “Once we finish this conflict, earth will be defenseless… hm?” Although preparing to continue, the leader noticed that Gamera’s body temperature was rising. “It appears he’s ready to counterattack in some way. If he hits the tower before we fire the Dimension Tide, our final plan goes up in smoke.”

“Then what do you propose we do sir?”

“We fire now. We can not take any chances.”

“But sir-”

“Now!”

And nobody argued after that. Though grimaces of what could eventually come came plenty, with only a few switches flipped, the deed was done. The vague light shined, the black sphere turned into a spiral, and while no sound in space could accompany the weapon’s might, the sight of the universe’s most powerful force shooting like a slingshot was definitely a sight to behold.

What came next, however, was a shock to everyone.

Having no more time to waste, Gamera fired off the full Thermal Flame, which met the Dimension Tide dead on. However, the black sphere had nothing to resist such a constant burst of power, it hadn’t continued its path toward the tortoise. Rather, it floated still, but its suction grew more powerful. Enough to pull in both monster and spacecraft alike.

“SIR! THE FORCE IS TOO MUCH! WE’RE BEING PULLED IN!”

“Steady men! Do not let this stop us! We did not come all this way for us to meet an untimely fate!” Said the King. Tried as they might, however, the Vortaak could not resist such a strong gravitational pull, even if the metal shell seemed to be doing its job and protecting them all from being spaghettified by the sheer pressure.

Gamera, however, had even less luck. The force was pulling him in even before the other spacecraft, no matter how fast his jets went. Perhaps moving entirely into his shell and firing all four of them would be enough, but he could not risk that when it came to the little ones still in his palm. But he could still protect them in whatever way he could. Forcing his arm back into the shell, with the rest of his form following suit, he held onto the spacecraft holding the twins tightly as he could. Even when his head began to get dizzy from the constant motion, and even when the migraine he suddenly felt forced him into a deep sleep, he had never let go.

Thus, in the conflict between good and evil, it had seemed both had met their fates. Disappearing into the darkness, perhaps never to be seen again.

… Or, at least, by the eyes of the people they knew.

****

Atmosphere of Earth-H

“Ugh, my head…”

The king of the aliens awoken from slumber, head pounding with the force of a drum. Despite that blemish, he was relieved to see that the spacecraft had indeed not imploded on itself during the trip.

“Men! Any of you in shape to continue duties, heed my call immediately!” This got most of his troops up on their feet, as well as plenty of regular citizens who had hid in their homes. However, only so many had the energy to still be in working shape. Few of them even threw up from the nausea.

“S-sir” one said with a slur in his voice. “We’re still trying to figure out exactly what just transpired. But it appears we are still near the Earth.”

“What? That can’t be possible.” The ruler replied. “Even ignoring our survival, a wormhole like this should have sent us much farther away. Into another galaxy at the least. Instead, we’re in the exact same portion of the universe we started in?”

He pondered for a bit, trying to piece together any and every answer in his head. Suddenly, one of them smacked him right in the face.

“Unless, this isn’t our universe… you there! Check what’s going down on Earth. Find out what happened to Gamera and the children if you can.” He spoke to the same underling. He had merely saluted his royalty and got right to it. And the search did not take long.

Near the rainforest of New Guinea, something had crashed. News reporters from all over the world covered the story of what was thought to be a meteor landing near the jungle, with scientists also investigating its bizarre properties. The Vortaak knew better, however.

“Gamera appears to have entered Earth’s atmosphere sir. No sign of the craft carrying the children, though I assume they have either perished, or Gamera managed to save them somehow.” Said one lackey. “But… Wait, if that’s Gamera, then what else are we picking up on our radars?”

Across the world, hordes of beasts seemed to be closing in on New Guinea. Large, hairless bats with reptilian eyes and horrid screeches to match. They shot down planes and helicopters with thin yellow beams that melted the metal, and humans inside, as if they were merely butter.

“Are these Gyaos? I’ve never seen so many of them at once! And they seem even more brutal than usual. It appears they’re aware of Gamera’s presence. I-.. Hold on. We’re picking up a different signal.”

In the Atlantic, fireballs rushed out of the air and slammed into the Gyaos with explosive force. Bursting out of the sea was a massive shell, spinning into the air like a disc. Coming to a stop, plane-like arms emerged from the fortress as a fierce head reared up and bit down on a wing, breaking it effortlessly while still continuing to fly after the others.

Gamera. Definitely the same monster, but with seemingly added brutality. Perhaps, if they managed to bring both variants together…

“Gentleman, be prepared to head down to this new Earth”. The King cruelly stated. “I think I have a new plan in mind.”

[ShinGojira14]

ガメラ^2

Spoiler:

Earth-S, Time Unknown

As the bizarre spacecraft traveled amongst the sky, the world’s greatest protector rushed in to meet it.

Blue flames carried Gamera further into the air, right up till he nearly breached the atmosphere and saw the stars above. Another day, another alien invasion came to plague the Earth, thinking they could get away with their reign of terror. He took on every one of their monsters, and protected many major cities from outright destruction.

Of course, when the extraterrestrials found themselves on the back leg, they had decided to make things more personal for him…

“HELP! HELP!” He heard two kids cry in terror. A brother and a sister, trapped on the mothership so large it had an entire built in city on the inside. It was no species that had plagued the earth before, but they were dangerous all the same. Speeding up, he aimed his fire breath at the smaller ships still shooting their lasers at him, though the hero barely paid them much attention beyond that. He had work to do.

With a single twist of the body, he shrunk into his shell, spinning into a circle as he shot past the mothership. It threatened to ram right into him, but his arms emerged from beneath his fortress, meeting the sides of the craft and forcing it back with his sheer weight.

****

“MEN! Do anything in your power to halt Gamera’s wrath! We must buy time until our trump card is ready!” Said the Vortician King, moving towards the back of the city, and still holding one of the children by the arms, ignoring every plea.

“GAMERA! PLEASE HELP US!” She shouted. She and her twin brother’s vacation to Japan had started so well; what had they done for it to go so wrong? Ungracefully shoved into a smaller shuttle, her brother was flung right into her afterwards, with only the alien leader and his stop soldiers still looking down at them both.

“Sir, with all due respect, why are we even keeping these two alive?” Said a troop. “You said it was bait to make sure Gamera followed us, but all it’s caused us is more trouble!”

“The plan was always to endure Gamera’s wrath. Killing the children would go much beyond regular wrath.” The King replied. “Not angered enough to tear us to shreds where he stands…”

He held a button in his hand, and pressed down on it with a thumb. Suddenly, it was as if the entire foundation whirred to life.

“But just enough for him to be unaware of the real threat!”

Tucked inside a small pocket, was a weapon stolen from another realm. Raising to the top of the ship, tied to a massive “crane” that made sure it would not crean off into space, was abandoned by humanity even with a seemingly successful run with the skeleton that currently rested on the moon… no matter. The King would use it himself, and would have its name strike fear into all that would come across it.

The Dimension Tide.

Neither kid could protest before the door in front of them slammed shut and began to shoot off into the vacuum. Speeds reaching hundreds of miles per hour, the autopilot sent them hurtling from the back, circling around to the entire bellwether, with the Chelonian barely managing to spot them.

“GAMERAAAAA!!” He heard them shout, now no longer paying attention to the Vortaak and shooting towards the smaller ship, catching up fast. Unbeknownst to the protector of earth, he had fallen right into their scheme, and their leader watched on with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Perfect… Steady the canon, gentleman. We have him now!”

****

Reaching out with a clawed hand, Gamera touched the craft with his finger tips, causing it to nearly spin out of control. Extending his reach to get a more firm grip, he finally caught the machine, though not without accidentally sending it to a very sudden stop. While the kids found themselves dizzy, clinging onto any support they could to make sure they didn’t crash onto the floor, neither could be happier at the sight of their savior.

“He’s.. right in front of us. Saving us!” Said the boy. In truth, his brain had nearly overloaded from the joy he felt, and his sister wasn’t too far behind in that regard.

“M-Mr. Gamera, sir.” She said timidly. “My name is Emily, and my brother is Elliott. Our parents are really worried about us back home. Can you take us back to Earth?”

Simply nodding his head, the Friend of All Children turned towards the blue planet. All that was left to do before taking the kids home was to finally take care of-

-... the Vortaak?

Hovering in front of the turtle and the children was a sight even the most powerful of beings would try and avoid at all cost. Ever slowly growing in size, was an all powerful black hole.

****

“Gamera locked right in our site sir! Ready to fire when ready!” Said a high ranking lieutenant.

“Excellent.” Said the King, calmly. “Once we finish this conflict, earth will be defenseless… hm?” Although preparing to continue, the leader noticed that Gamera’s body temperature was rising. “It appears he’s ready to counterattack in some way. If he hits the tower before we fire the Dimension Tide, our final plan goes up in smoke.”

“Then what do you propose we do sir?”

“We fire now. We can not take any chances.”

“But sir-”

“Now!”

And nobody argued after that. Though grimaces of what could eventually come came plenty, with only a few switches flipped, the deed was done. The vague light shined, the black sphere turned into a spiral, and while no sound in space could accompany the weapon’s might, the sight of the universe’s most powerful force shooting like a slingshot was definitely a sight to behold.

What came next, however, was a shock to everyone.

Having no more time to waste, Gamera fired off the full Thermal Flame, which met the Dimension Tide dead on. However, the black sphere had nothing to resist such a constant burst of power, it hadn’t continued its path toward the tortoise. Rather, it floated still, but its suction grew more powerful. Enough to pull in both monster and spacecraft alike.

“SIR! THE FORCE IS TOO MUCH! WE’RE BEING PULLED IN!”

“Steady men! Do not let this stop us! We did not come all this way for us to meet an untimely fate!” Said the King. Tried as they might, however, the Vortaak could not resist such a strong gravitational pull, even if the metal shell seemed to be doing its job and protecting them all from being spaghettified by the sheer pressure.

Gamera, however, had even less luck. The force was pulling him in even before the other spacecraft, no matter how fast his jets went. Perhaps moving entirely into his shell and firing all four of them would be enough, but he could not risk that when it came to the little ones still in his palm. But he could still protect them in whatever way he could. Forcing his arm back into the shell, with the rest of his form following suit, he held onto the spacecraft holding the twins tightly as he could. Even when his head began to get dizzy from the constant motion, and even when the migraine he suddenly felt forced him into a deep sleep, he had never let go.

Thus, in the conflict between good and evil, it had seemed both had met their fates. Disappearing into the darkness, perhaps never to be seen again.

… Or, at least, by the eyes of the people they knew.

****

Atmosphere of Earth-H

“Ugh, my head…”

The king of the aliens awoken from slumber, head pounding with the force of a drum. Despite that blemish, he was relieved to see that the spacecraft had indeed not imploded on itself during the trip.

“Men! Any of you in shape to continue duties, heed my call immediately!” This got most of his troops up on their feet, as well as plenty of regular citizens who had hid in their homes. However, only so many had the energy to still be in working shape. Few of them even threw up from the nausea.

“S-sir” one said with a slur in his voice. “We’re still trying to figure out exactly what just transpired. But it appears we are still near the Earth.”

“What? That can’t be possible.” The ruler replied. “Even ignoring our survival, a wormhole like this should have sent us much farther away. Into another galaxy at the least. Instead, we’re in the exact same portion of the universe we started in?”

He pondered for a bit, trying to piece together any and every answer in his head. Suddenly, one of them smacked him right in the face.

“Unless, this isn’t our universe… you there! Check what’s going down on Earth. Find out what happened to Gamera and the children if you can.” He spoke to the same underling. He had merely saluted his royalty and got right to it. And the search did not take long.

Near the rainforest of New Guinea, something had crashed. News reporters from all over the world covered the story of what was thought to be a meteor landing near the jungle, with scientists also investigating its bizarre properties. The Vortaak knew better, however.

“Gamera appears to have entered Earth’s atmosphere sir. No sign of the craft carrying the children, though I assume they have either perished, or Gamera managed to save them somehow.” Said one lackey. “But… Wait, if that’s Gamera, then what else are we picking up on our radars?”

Across the world, hordes of beasts seemed to be closing in on New Guinea. Large, hairless bats with reptilian eyes and horrid screeches to match. They shot down planes and helicopters with thin yellow beams that melted the metal, and humans inside, as if they were merely butter.

“Are these Gyaos? I’ve never seen so many of them at once! And they seem even more brutal than usual. It appears they’re aware of Gamera’s presence. I-.. Hold on. We’re picking up a different signal.”

In the Atlantic, fireballs rushed out of the air and slammed into the Gyaos with explosive force. Bursting out of the sea was a massive shell, spinning into the air like a disc. Coming to a stop, plane-like arms emerged from the fortress as a fierce head reared up and bit down on a wing, breaking it effortlessly while still continuing to fly after the others.

Gamera. Definitely the same monster, but with seemingly added brutality. Perhaps, if they managed to bring both variants together…

“Gentleman, be prepared to head down to this new Earth”. The King cruelly stated. “I think I have a new plan in mind.”

Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see what comes out of this!

[Gigantis]

TWO! That's TWO trailers in a row, ah ah ah!

Spoiler:

Secret Moon-Base…

Even as Planet X was made inhabitable by King Ghidorah, the Xiliens refused to fall to extinction Alas, constant battling against the forces of Earth, monsters from galaxies unknown, and even a brutal civil war had led to their numbers growing thin, yet they were closer to the blue planet than they had been in quite some time.

“Gentleman, I believe I need not elaborate on why we are having this meeting today.” Said the commander. Beyond him, only ten others remained. “We must find a way to conquer the Earth! We need to find out how many resources we have at our disposal, and find a way to use all of it to our advantage.”

One lackey raised his hand, and the commander merely nodded his head as a sign he could speak. “Sir, our civil war with “X” and his men may have left us few in numbers, but we can not forget our smaller victories. We have still managed to steal some of their smaller ships, which we can use in tandem with our own.”

“Indeed, though I had much preferred if we had managed to get their mothership in tandem.” The leader replied. “Still, we still have no kaiju or machines to help aid us in conquest. I suppose our best bet is to find something on Earth that can act as one.”

“Where do you suppose we start looking, sir?”

“Take hold of the telescope and peer across the Earth. Scour every continent, if you must…”

*****

Angel Grove

Trampling the edges of the city was a powerful beast, whose wings alone destroyed the land with awesome speed, and whose beam could cut a building straight in two. Gyaos’ haunting call rang into the air as citizens ran for shelter below, praying for a miracle.

It didn't take long for an answer.

While not dressed in his usual heroic attire, a young man stood out amongst the crowd, unafraid. Holding a dagger in his hand, he played it as if it was a flute; though the Gyaos failed to notice. At least, until a massive shape began to rise out of the bay, followed by a rather earth-shattering roar.

Once another destroyer, now and forevermore one of its greatest protectors: the almighty Dragonzord!

Walking out of the bay, with rattling footsteps shaking the concrete, finger missiles shot at the great vampire with explosive force, driving it back. Quickly, it raced across the entire city at break-neck speeds, meeting its new opponent in only a matter of a minute! Gyaos tried using its Supersonic Scalpel again, but the metal hide on the Dragonzord stood strong. The scalpel merely deflected off the black, hard surface and shot off into the sky.

Following the failed attack, it was the mecha’s turn, and it would not miss. With a solid swing, a massive right hook dug right into Gyaos’ stomach, knocking the breath out of it while blood spat from its mouth. The vampire fell, crashing onto the ground. Not yet finished, the Dragonzord repeatedly punched at the beast, giving it a black eye and nearly breaking ribs.

At that point, the Gyaos knew it had enough. Squirming free from the oppressor’s grasp, it quickly beat its wings and dashed back to where it came. It would heal from its injuries and fight another day, and perhaps it would be back for revenge soon. But if it would, Angel Grove’s defender would be waiting.

Bellowing in victory, the Dragonzord simply waltzed back into the bay, and its commander from afar smiled. The day had been one once again.

****

“Interesting. Very interesting. Tell me, what else do we know about this machine?”

The commander had seen the skirmish from afar, watching the living weapon with a newfound spark in usually cold eyes. His subordinates only had so much to go off of properly, but it was enough for him.

“It is apparently called the “Dragonzord”, sir.” Said one of them. “It is controlled by something called the Dragon Dagger, which is currently in the possession of a mysterious group of heroes who roam this particular area. They seem to be quite capable.”

“But, if we steal this dagger and find out how it exactly works, then one of their finest weapons is ours for the taking, correct?”

“Correct sir, but we must be careful while doing so. It does seem they have more than one robot at their disposal. If we do not want to risk going up against the ones they obviously have more experience with, then we’ll have to find a way to make them all obsolete!”

“... Then so be it.”

The commander stood tall amongst his few remaining loyalists, and they all stood in turn.

“Gentleman, this very well may be the last shot we have. With others of our kin now forging their own paths, it is inevitable they try to strike Earth once more. If we can control this planet before them, and every other threat stands in our way, then our goal of universe-wide conquest is nearly assured!” His voice rattled the entire facility in sternness, and the spirits of the original Xiliens rose in turn. The possibilities, yet consequences, of this day were very clear.

“I declare that this day shall be known as.. The Xiliens’ last stand!”

[TitanoGoji16]

Spoiler:

The day had been one once again.

Spoiler:

"Won." >_>

Sounds like it'll be a fun match!

[Gigantis]

Spoiler:

The day had been one once again.

Spoiler:

"Won." >_>

Sounds like it'll be a fun match!

D'oh!

But thanks.

[GodzillaFan8889]

Finally back with a new trailer, here goes!

Spoiler:

Nothing but concerned filled Zoffy’s head as he stared at the distant speck that was Earth.

He had been called to investigate an anomaly that the Land of Light had sensed, one which they said was of utmost importance to deal with as soon as possible. He had only just finished a recent mission, and so, much to his dismay, he had to go into this one with his only option partly depleted of its energy. However, the Ultimate Celestial Suppression Weapon, even in a smaller state, was still a force to be reckoned with, so much so that aliens that scoffed at the presence of other Land of Light denizens such as him ran for the hills when they saw it approaching to combat them.

The gold-blue alien lowered his head. With how much of a threat his superiors had said this anomaly was, he really wished he had the Weapon at its full power so that he could simply wipe out the star system and be done with it. The species residing on this blue globe were, in the scope of the universe, but a speck, their destruction an acceptable price to pay for destroying that which threatened the rest of the universe. Alas, he had no choice. Opening his hand, Zoffy looked at the floating capsule on his palm, a geometric mass that twisted and shifted, before it flew towards the location on Earth where he had sensed the anomaly’s presence.

Whatever resided there was dangerous, but it would fall nonetheless against the might of the Land of Light’s Celestial Suppressor.

*****

Red dust choked the skies above Tokyo. The entire place was caked in the substance, the buildings that weren’t piles of rubble slowly being terraformed by the dust as the environment itself bent to a foreign will. Military tanks and trucks laid empty, their occupants nowhere to be seen. A strange pterodactyl-like creature hopped onto one before calling out into the polluted city, receiving no response. The Rodan then simply flew off to find a flock of more of its kind, not noticing a gigantic spider, known as a Kumonga, consuming the remains of a soldier.

In the middle of it all stood a monster larger than the rest. His massive tail swung lazily in the air, occasionally hitting buildings as he marched through the streets. Large legs supported the saurian’s body while comparatively tiny arms hung down, the beast’s hands tipped with sharp claws. Maple-leaf, bone white dorsal plates with veins of red ran down his back all the way to the tip of his tail, which along with the spikes on the giant’s neck and chest, helped to accentuate his appearance.

Most intimidating of all however, was the beast’s face. A gigantic mouth filled with rows upon rows of sharp teeth, along with two tusks, was left slightly opened as the ninety-meter tall monster growled. Eyes that held an improbable amount of malice and intelligence stared ahead, orbs which would strike fear into any that happened to meet their gaze. What was especially frightening, however, was that when viewed from the front, the scale-covered abomination appeared to be smiling.

This was the creature that marked the end times. A bringer of the apocalypse that rose from the sea in a smaller form, continuously evolving before becoming the invincible behemoth it now was. He was the one responsible for spreading all the red dust, and, as absurd as it sounded, twisting the very laws of reality within Tokyo. This monster was a living dimensional threat, an anomaly that would eventually bring catastrophe to the entire universe and everything beyond it. The army was hopeless to even scratch it, and now all they could do was watch the titan as it continued to stride aimlessly through the massive city.

Godzilla Ultima had truly brought upon a hopeless future, not just for Japan, but the entire world.

[ShinGojira14]

Finally back with a new trailer, here goes!

Spoiler:

Nothing but concerned filled Zoffy’s head as he stared at the distant speck that was Earth.

He had been called to investigate an anomaly that the Land of Light had sensed, one which they said was of utmost importance to deal with as soon as possible. He had only just finished a recent mission, and so, much to his dismay, he had to go into this one with his only option partly depleted of its energy. However, the Ultimate Celestial Suppression Weapon, even in a smaller state, was still a force to be reckoned with, so much so that aliens that scoffed at the presence of other Land of Light denizens such as him ran for the hills when they saw it approaching to combat them.

The gold-blue alien lowered his head. With how much of a threat his superiors had said this anomaly was, he really wished he had the Weapon at its full power so that he could simply wipe out the star system and be done with it. The species residing on this blue globe were, in the scope of the universe, but a speck, their destruction an acceptable price to pay for destroying that which threatened the rest of the universe. Alas, he had no choice. Opening his hand, Zoffy looked at the floating capsule on his palm, a geometric mass that twisted and shifted, before it flew towards the location on Earth where he had sensed the anomaly’s presence.

Whatever resided there was dangerous, but it would fall nonetheless against the might of the Land of Light’s Celestial Suppressor.

*****

Red dust choked the skies above Tokyo. The entire place was caked in the substance, the buildings that weren’t piles of rubble slowly being terraformed by the dust as the environment itself bent to a foreign will. Military tanks and trucks laid empty, their occupants nowhere to be seen. A strange pterodactyl-like creature hopped onto one before calling out into the polluted city, receiving no response. The Rodan then simply flew off to find a flock of more of its kind, not noticing a gigantic spider, known as a Kumonga, consuming the remains of a soldier.

In the middle of it all stood a monster larger than the rest. His massive tail swung lazily in the air, occasionally hitting buildings as he marched through the streets. Large legs supported the saurian’s body while comparatively tiny arms hung down, the beast’s hands tipped with sharp claws. Maple-leaf, bone white dorsal plates with veins of red ran down his back all the way to the tip of his tail, which along with the spikes on the giant’s neck and chest, helped to accentuate his appearance.

Most intimidating of all however, was the beast’s face. A gigantic mouth filled with rows upon rows of sharp teeth, along with two tusks, was left slightly opened as the ninety-meter tall monster growled. Eyes that held an improbable amount of malice and intelligence stared ahead, orbs which would strike fear into any that happened to meet their gaze. What was especially frightening, however, was that when viewed from the front, the scale-covered abomination appeared to be smiling.

This was the creature that marked the end times. A bringer of the apocalypse that rose from the sea in a smaller form, continuously evolving before becoming the invincible behemoth it now was. He was the one responsible for spreading all the red dust, and, as absurd as it sounded, twisting the very laws of reality within Tokyo. This monster was a living dimensional threat, an anomaly that would eventually bring catastrophe to the entire universe and everything beyond it. The army was hopeless to even scratch it, and now all they could do was watch the titan as it continued to stride aimlessly through the massive city.

Godzilla Ultima had truly brought upon a hopeless future, not just for Japan, but the entire world.

Two of the most powerful Kaiju ever about to run fades.

Earth is in for a rough time…

[Logan268]

Finally back with a new trailer, here goes!

Spoiler:

Nothing but concerned filled Zoffy’s head as he stared at the distant speck that was Earth.

He had been called to investigate an anomaly that the Land of Light had sensed, one which they said was of utmost importance to deal with as soon as possible. He had only just finished a recent mission, and so, much to his dismay, he had to go into this one with his only option partly depleted of its energy. However, the Ultimate Celestial Suppression Weapon, even in a smaller state, was still a force to be reckoned with, so much so that aliens that scoffed at the presence of other Land of Light denizens such as him ran for the hills when they saw it approaching to combat them.

The gold-blue alien lowered his head. With how much of a threat his superiors had said this anomaly was, he really wished he had the Weapon at its full power so that he could simply wipe out the star system and be done with it. The species residing on this blue globe were, in the scope of the universe, but a speck, their destruction an acceptable price to pay for destroying that which threatened the rest of the universe. Alas, he had no choice. Opening his hand, Zoffy looked at the floating capsule on his palm, a geometric mass that twisted and shifted, before it flew towards the location on Earth where he had sensed the anomaly’s presence.

Whatever resided there was dangerous, but it would fall nonetheless against the might of the Land of Light’s Celestial Suppressor.

*****

Red dust choked the skies above Tokyo. The entire place was caked in the substance, the buildings that weren’t piles of rubble slowly being terraformed by the dust as the environment itself bent to a foreign will. Military tanks and trucks laid empty, their occupants nowhere to be seen. A strange pterodactyl-like creature hopped onto one before calling out into the polluted city, receiving no response. The Rodan then simply flew off to find a flock of more of its kind, not noticing a gigantic spider, known as a Kumonga, consuming the remains of a soldier.

In the middle of it all stood a monster larger than the rest. His massive tail swung lazily in the air, occasionally hitting buildings as he marched through the streets. Large legs supported the saurian’s body while comparatively tiny arms hung down, the beast’s hands tipped with sharp claws. Maple-leaf, bone white dorsal plates with veins of red ran down his back all the way to the tip of his tail, which along with the spikes on the giant’s neck and chest, helped to accentuate his appearance.

Most intimidating of all however, was the beast’s face. A gigantic mouth filled with rows upon rows of sharp teeth, along with two tusks, was left slightly opened as the ninety-meter tall monster growled. Eyes that held an improbable amount of malice and intelligence stared ahead, orbs which would strike fear into any that happened to meet their gaze. What was especially frightening, however, was that when viewed from the front, the scale-covered abomination appeared to be smiling.

This was the creature that marked the end times. A bringer of the apocalypse that rose from the sea in a smaller form, continuously evolving before becoming the invincible behemoth it now was. He was the one responsible for spreading all the red dust, and, as absurd as it sounded, twisting the very laws of reality within Tokyo. This monster was a living dimensional threat, an anomaly that would eventually bring catastrophe to the entire universe and everything beyond it. The army was hopeless to even scratch it, and now all they could do was watch the titan as it continued to stride aimlessly through the massive city.

Godzilla Ultima had truly brought upon a hopeless future, not just for Japan, but the entire world.

This is going to be phenomenal, I just know it.

[ShinGojira14]

Recently started working on this one, ever since the beginning of the year. I hope you guys like it.

Spoiler:

Bikini Atoll; July 17th, 1949.



Boots of tan leather tapped nonstop against the soft sand, minute yet rapid in pace; a clear indicator of mounting stress.

A trembling gaze stared upon the infinite veil of blue before her that was the Pacific Ocean, the first hints of a sting beginning to poke at her brown eyes. It was a sting not wrought by the beautiful sun that lit up the teal morning sky, typical a sight for tropical islands and atolls such as this. Nor was it a sting instigated by the sand that occasionally blew about the woman; carried by soft gusts of wind that almost seemed to sing a song of its very own, as if the atoll was crooning to all who could hear. Neither was it brought about by the sun’s reflection off the aqua kingdom of the ocean that lay right in front of her, extending farther out than even the sharpest could ever hope to see. A kingdom all its very own, that held entire worlds separated from sight only by its rippling cerulean surface.

No, the little sting that began to prod at the eyes of Doctor Keiko Miura was the first hint of the coming of something else. The arrival of waters of a very different, far more painful sort. The brewing culmination of the emotions building within the MONARCH scientist, like engorging waves on a beach.

At least three dozen American soldiers were stationed not too far from where she stood; most of them sitting in a neat assortment of chairs at the foot of the beach, while a select few held their positions at tents stock full of radio equipment. The black goggle-like visors strapped to the top of their heads were for one sole purpose, and she knew exactly what for. Even if she, Bill and Leland hadn’t already gotten a good, long look at what said soldiers had set up somewhere underwater far off in the distance, she would’ve known even still.

The softness of the sand was of no comfort to the ebony-haired scientist as she looked out upon the great sea, her eyes scouring for any sign of the very same thing the soldiers nearby waited for. Some were seemingly bored, others were chatting with a volume that clearly indicated their impatience; but Doctor Keiko was stone silent as she continued to stand away from them, tapping her foot ever endlessly from the feelings that continued gnawing away from within her.

A gentle hand fell on her arm, its owner trying his best to reassure the stressed scientist, but it was of little success. Nonetheless, Bill Randa tried, for it was all he could do in the situation at hand. A few feet away from him, Leland Shaw was just as quiet as his companions, but he too was all but helpless. He had tried everything he could, but try as he might, his efforts yielded no positive results from General Puckett. Despite the general’s orders, despite feeling no choice but to comply with the final decision that had been made, the colonel still bore an aura of clear anger on his face as he kept his gaze leveled on the currently quiet ocean.

But what pained him and Bill the most, more than anything else, was seeing their dear friend in such turmoil as she continued tapping her foot against the sand. Part of Bill wanted to be angry with Leland, but deep down he knew he hadn’t intended for this. Even if the colonel had been more specific why they needed so much uranium, Bill wondered if the general would’ve listened at all.

Perhaps the moment their target’s existence was revealed, this outcome was inevitable from the very start.

Keiko took a moment to cast her gaze away from the serenity of the oceanic veil, instead directing them at the general in question who stood on the opposite side of his stagnant soldiers. This wasn’t what they had agreed to. If Leland wasn’t going to press matters further with Puckett, then she would. At least she had effort to spare trying to prevent what she knew was coming, should what they were waiting for show up.

Briefly sparing a glance with Bill, Keiko then walked towards the general, doing her best to keep herself composed. Her right foot felt as if it were still tapping whenever it touched the soil; but whether this was true or just an illusion of her anxious mind, she didn’t know nor care. It took a moment for Puckett to even regard her presence; so deeply he seemed to gaze into the aquatic distance that spanned about him. Perhaps he too was in deep thought, or some kind of turmoil much like herself.

Maybe, with just a little bit of luck…

“I know what you’re going to say,” Puckett said as Keiko approached him, somewhat catching her off-guard, “and don’t think for a second that I didn’t consider what you all wanted.”

“How do you know what I was going to say?” asked Ms. Miura.

“That what we’re doing is wrong? That we could learn from this entity by not destroying it?”

He turned to her, but surprisingly his expression was not one of anger or irritation. For reasons Keiko wasn’t aware of, the look on his features looked almost…defeated. Maybe sad, even.

“That we don’t know if this entity poses a threat to global security and civilization?”

There was a moment of pause, the general’s expression unchanging as he stared right back at the scientist.

“And I will tell you exactly what I told Colonel Shaw less than half an hour ago: at the end of the day, it wasn’t even my decision to make. I spent Lord-knows how many sleepless nights mulling it all over; whether I let you three run this show your way, or we do whatever is necessary to prevent that thing from touching populated soil. And at the end of it all, the choice was made for me by men entirely out of my hands. Men who would court martial my ass just for trying to argue my case.”

Keiko felt a steady anger broiling within her…but surprisingly, it was no longer aimed at Puckett.

“So you’re saying this was always out of our hands from the beginning?” she asked, hardly above a woeful mutter.

“Even if I fully agreed with your team’s methods on how to approach this matter,” Puckett responded, “my word was mute the moment they found out about this animal’s existence.

“You say ‘if’ you agreed with our approach…” said Doctor Miura. “If you didn’t agree with how we were tasked with dealing with these creatures, why were we even brought about in the first place?”

Despite his tone of voice remaining the same, this time the general was much quicker to give an answer.

“A big bat making auroras in the night sky every once in a blue moon, is one thing,” the man replied. “But a sea monster the size of a battleship, sinking more than a few American and Russian vessels at the height of our new Cold War, is another.”

As he spoke, Keiko was more than certain she saw a flicker of fear in Puckett’s eyes.

“Now, I’m all for the idea…that there be people who track and study entities like this, and keep it all out of the public’s eye. But even without my superiors making the final decisions for me…I also had to consider what actions to take, should all of that insight cost lives.”

This time, the sadness in the general’s voice was more than apparent, and he did not try and hide it.

“I want to believe you in your perception that this creature…is not a threat to national security on a global scale,” he continued, taking a moment to let his gaze wander back to the great blue sea beyond. “But I will make no effort to deny that nothing puts the fear of God in me more…than the repercussions of being wrong.”

Keiko was silent for a moment, closing her eyes and biting her lip while she took the general’s words into account. There were more than a few sentiments she could get behind, that she could understand why Puckett was going through with the decision at hand…but still, there were statements to make for her own case.

“And what of the repercussions of going through with this choice?”

Puckett turned his eyes back to the woman.

“What if this nuclear arms race is what brought this creature out of hibernation in the first place?” said Keiko. “What if this nuclear strike will mean nothing in the end? What if more creatures like this one, will only continue to follow as long as nuclear power exists?”

“And you don’t have to believe me when I say this, but I even considered that, too,” Puckett replied only a second later. “But I already told you: even if I tried making that case, it would’ve never got off the ground.” The old man lowered his head a bit as he spoke, his defeat showing.

“Then why couldn’t we all–?”

“Doctor…” the general didn’t raise his voice despite the interruption, “...we all could’ve been present for an entire forty-eight damn hours of a meeting, and it still would’ve never made a difference.”

This time, Keiko stayed silent, feeling the crushing blanket of defeat sweep over her. There was nothing she could do or say that could sway the path on which they were now set. It pained her to believe such a notion, but now she could attest to Leland’s failure to change the situation himself.

“We’re to maintain our surveillance, until this creature shows itself,” the general sighed, his gaze still peeling for any signs of the entity of discussion. “With a little bit of luck, that thing won’t even show up…but if he does, going through with this decision is the only choice we have.”

But Keiko continued to stare at him. “Even if that decision…brings disaster to those we’re trying to protect?” she responded.

For a moment the general said nothing, though it was noticeable he was listening to her and not ignoring her. Puckett didn’t say it aloud, but he admired her relentlessness. She was not one to back down easily, even in the face of the highest ranking figures in the military. In fact, as of this very moment…a small part of him started to wonder if things might’ve been different, had she and her companions been face-to-face with his superiors when they made the nuclear call. It was more than a little painful to think about, what could’ve been instead of what was.

He was about to speak, to give his reply…when they both heard it.

A deep, rumbling groan rippled through the sound barrier for miles around, thundering into the ears of all with a might that was impossible to put into words. It was long and all-carrying, so deep and powerful that it seemed almost to harbor a sense of command.. Keiko and the general could feel the groan vibrating through the beach under their feet, like a living earthquake just voicing to let itself loose.

The voice of a primordial god.

Not far away, Bill Randa took a moment to close his eyes. Similarly, Leland sighed and bowed his head in defeat. Both men had been hoping that the creature wouldn’t show, that there was still a shred of hope that all of this could be avoided. But they both knew that groan, that one thunderous noise could only mean one thing…

Ten or so meters away, under a large tent full of auditory equipment, the radios were going crazy with the frequency of the groan. Their ear muffs filled to the brim with the primal noise, the soldiers responsible for the equipment were more than a little unnerved at what they were hearing. Some were pressing their muffs tighter to their ears, as if they still couldn’t fully grasp what their ears told them.

It wasn’t going to get any less outstanding.

Putting his binoculars to his eyes, Bill spotted it. Many thousands of meters in the distance, the sea was beginning to froth upwards in an engorging lump, revealing a row of jagged spines knifing through the water like demonic shark fins. Farther and farther the spines cut out of the surface, until their identity was crystal clear: the back of an enormous creature. As if to accommodate its arrival, the ominous rumble echoed about once again; even louder and more bone-shaking than before. A sound that made even the general’s blood run cold, made Keiko back away towards her companions.

The spines continued to cut through the glittering blue of the sea, powering forth at a velocity that seemed unfitting of a behemoth of its size. And when Leland looked through the binoculars to look upon the thing himself, his eyes did not deceive him; it was clear what the leviathan’s path was.

The creature was taking the bait without falter…

For a moment, the Titan reared its draconic head out of the water and bellowed. A brief moment, lasting only a few seconds at most, before it lowered half its head back beneath the surface like a crocodile. And despite being so brief, despite being from a distance of more than a few miles away, it was incredibly loud. Louder than the groans the beast had emitted before. Terrifying, regal, and a genuinely awe-inspiring sound to hear.

And in its rumbling wake, the source of the sting in Keiko’s eyes at last revealed themselves.

The first pair of tears trickled forth down the young woman’s cheeks, the pain in her soul burning more acidicly than ever. It was the most majestic creature she had ever seen. She felt like a child again, that giddy little girl fascinated with the strange phenomena of the natural world; awed by rumors of cryptid beasts like Sasquatch and the Loch Ness Monster. The little girl that wondered if somewhere out there in the world, prehistoric animals—much like those beautiful beasts she gawked at in the books—were still around, just waiting to be discovered. And now, after so many years of nothing but dreaming, there one was. Right there, before her very eyes…

…and it was about to be blown to bits by people who didn’t understand what they were dealing with.

A life form that predated humankind itself was about to be destroyed in the blink of an eye, all out of fear of what it could do without even knowing what it would do. And it was getting closer and closer to the unseen bomb with every passing second. A most amazing life form that had managed to make it this far without detection or harm, swimming right to its own doom like a moth to a flame.

And Keiko was absolutely powerless to stop it.

Puckett fared no better as he heard that roar echo across the sea. Looking at that creature now, not on any photos or video tapes but before his very eyes, he couldn’t help but be reminded of his son. His little boy who loved to play in the backyard, and preciously obsessed with dinosaurs. And right here, living and breathing before his veteran gaze, was what he could only describe as a real-life dinosaur.

And he was going to allow it to be destroyed…?

“General Puckett, sir, are you hearing this?” asked one of the soldiers by the radio equipment.

Taken from his thoughts, Puckett glanced over at the man. He had hardly a second to react to the question when the answer revealed itself. Everyone, from the soldiers and the general, to Keiko and her companions, were utterly still at the sounds that quickly reached their ears. Their eyes broadened in pure shock, caught entirely off guard by this unexpected occurrence.

“What in the living hell…?” was all Colonel Shaw could utter at what he heard.

Not one, nor even two, but an entire series of thundering groans began to reverberate from places unknown. But these sounds, while every bit as deep and quaking as the original one, were different. They had a different ‘tone’ to them; whereas the first had sounded moaning and whale-like in its tone, these sounded almost ‘instrumental’ in theirs. They were echoing and harmonious, ranging all over from tenor to straight up bassy. It sounded as if an entire orchestra of horns and double basses had gone off under the depths of the ocean, at maximum volume and of the grandest scale. Almost like they came from musical instruments, and not what everyone had a good feeling it came from.

Multiple living creatures.

Those present were so dumbfounded by the cryptic symphony they were listening to, that they barely noticed the creature in the distance was almost right on top of the bomb’s position…


*****


1 minute prior to detonation…



Within the azure bioluminescence of a deep sea cave, an eye larger than the biggest horse began to open.

Pointed ears perked at the sound that began to flood them, stirring their colossal owner awake from his tender slumber. The smoothness of the rock he lay upon nearly tempted him back to his dreams, but the sound reached his eardrums to pull him right back to the waking world. The ambience of the oceanic cavern returned to greet his senses, as did the scents of those he held most dear all about him. Some were waking from sleep themselves, others had been in the middle of their own business when they were interrupted by the noise that stirred him.

The deep sea saurischian began to stretch, uttering a bassy grunt that echoed through the glowing cave. Smooth gray scales flexed some of the most powerful muscles on the planet, rippling through a body that dwarfed several whales put together. Nearby the awakening monolith, his mate and three adolescents—their first batch of offspring—pointed their heads towards the luminous roof of the cave, themselves aware of the strange noises. His eldest daughter snarled and backed up a few steps, crouching protectively over a clutch of three eggs; her yet-to-be-born siblings.

The cave they stood within was unfathomably vast, lit up by the bioluminescence given off from the countless organisms that littered the caverns. Worms that remained permanently stationed to the massive ceiling, anemones that stationed in small tide pools here and there, arthropods of different kinds that occasionally crawled around; even some armored lobe-finned fish pulsed gorgeous displays in the larger lakes of water, that made up over half the ‘floor’ of the ever-extending cave systems. And it was beyond big enough to fit a small herd of gigantic amphibious dinosaurs, each roughly 100 meters high.

But even in such a deep cavern where only the strangest organisms made their home, a moaning groan could be heard through its normally thick walls. It was not a sound uttered by the creatures’ own kind, and certainly not from that unclean thing that the male saurian had maimed and fought off six days ago. It sounded louder, grander than that.

And there was no telling whether it meant harm to their kind.

The father began the mass-reply with a thrumming bellow, a noise of which was quickly followed by his mate and three children. His mate’s two brothers followed suit, as did his own parents soon after. His own brother joined in, adding his own voice to their thunderous harmony. It was a clear warning to the unseen interloper; a warning that should it wish to bring harm to one, it would have an entire herd to face. And the wrath of a herd of such animals was something that no one, not even the biggest adversary, wanted to mess with.

Nary any of them knew just how much bigger some adversaries could be than others.

At first, there was only silence; whoever the unseen interloper was, it was not replying back to their mass-chorus of calls. It seemed that their bellowing symphony had warded the entity off. His senses beginning to relax, the male dinosaur nuzzled his mate tenderly before she began to walk back towards their eldest daughter, still standing over their second batch of unborn children…

It was the last second of true, genuine peace he would ever know.

One moment, he was content and surrounded by those he held most dear. Safe and sound within the confines of their natural habitat. No rivals, no predators, no threats. Just him and his family, back to going about their day in peace and quiet…

…and the next, a burst of light disemboweled the cavern wall right in front of his mate and daughter, catching them and the nest at full force. They didn’t even have time to scream, nor did the rest of the herd as the explosion washed over them faster than lightning. Peace turned to an agony far beyond pure torture, as the father went blind from just the brightness alone before his eyes boiled in their sockets. His ears only had a moment to register the explosive roar of the blast before his eardrums popped, rendering the dinosaur deaf in an instant.

He felt as if he were on fire from the inside out, his agony tolerance skyrocketing far past its limit, and a roar managed to erupt from his burning mouth before he went into shock…


*****


The flash that overtook the Bikini Atoll was seemingly as bright as the sun itself, as if a new one had just been born on Earth.

The only thing that saved Keiko from getting blinded was Leland pulling her away from the direction of the detonation, facing both her and himself towards the sand so as to shield her from the bomb’s sheer brightness. For even miles away, the detonation was so bright that it would render those who looked directly at it unprotected blind. The light from the explosion had only just reached its full vibrance…

…before the shockwaves arrived.

Even covering their ears, the Monarch trio were brutally assailed by both the volume and the sheer power of the blast. They were lucky they were crouched upon the ground, for had they been standing they would’ve been knocked sprawling like drunken fools. Several trees were blown back, their roots tested to their limits from the unnatural forces that slammed into them; some were even torn right out, toppling silently to their deaths. The roar of the nuclear blast continued to maim the sound barrier for more than a couple minutes, a monumental feat despite how far away everyone was from where the bomb had gone off. Nevertheless, even such an unfathomable eruption eventually had to reach its end, and eventually this one did. Minutes passed further still, and the terrible thunder of the blast started to fade away; gradually devolving into an ominous quake that continued to sting at the atoll’s once-peaceful ambience.

Keiko was trembling as she at last began to rise from the sand, a notion shared by Bill not far away. At first, all she felt was shock; no pain, no sense of clarity, just pure terrified adrenaline running through her veins. But as seconds ticked by, all senses gradually returned to their proper functions, and with them the desire to finally look beyond. All three of them eventually mustered the courage to look to the horizon, yet even that could not prepare them for what they were about to see.

The mushroom cloud was far bigger than they could’ve ever feared. It stretched more than several hundreds of meters into the sky; a towering, almost godly black monster that seemed to have bloomed from the depths of hell itself. Colossal, gargantuan, titanic, no such words were appropriate to convey just how big the explosion had been.

None, except an ancient quote from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita:

If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one.

At last, the tears of Keiko Miura began to fall without hinder. Instinctual terror had been quickly replaced by a crippling sorrow, inconsolable and heavier than the greatest mountain. The wind itself seemed to fall silent as the young woman wept for the animal’s demise, to see such a magnificent creature that had been around for eons be permanently replaced with…

…this.

An ugly abomination that brought nothing but death, obliteration and poison to all that it touched. A towering black stain on the face of a planet that was now in terrible danger from its own inhabitants. Heaven only knew just how long it would take before these waters would ever recover from the radiation that now polluted them. How many ecosystems had just met their savage demise in the blink of an eye, ecosystems they had never even seen nor would they ever. Heaven, may it have mercy on their souls, only knew just how many unique life forms had just been wiped out in the horrible flash; other than the reptilian leviathan they had borne witness to in its final moments.

How many graves that were now marked by the malevolent mushroom cloud that loomed impossibly titanic into the sorrowful sky.

“...what have we done?” was all Keiko managed to stutter out amidst her woeful laments.

A few meters away, General Puckett couldn’t bring himself to speak. He knew H-Bombs in of themselves were supposed to be massive, far larger and more destructive than A-Bombs. But this blast in particular had turned out to be far larger than expected. It dwarfed the biggest skyscrapers on Earth, made them look diminutive in comparison.

Yet, despite thinking he so easily could, Puckett couldn’t bring himself to call, or even think it magnificent.

The moment he had seen that creature surface before his eyes, the general felt something he had never felt in years, maybe even decades. Seeing a creature straight out of ancient myth living and breathing, a prehistoric beast having leaped right out of a prehistory book at the local library—the kind of books his son read every day—was something out of this world. It brought about a strange sense of humbleness to the general…and strangely enough, it wasn’t as nightmare-inducing as the footprint cast he had been shown at the hangar months ago. And quick as a flash, such a creature had been wiped off the face of the earth by the mushroom cloud he stared at now. A different kind of beast that brought with it an entirely different aura, one that was not so humbling or pleasant to look upon.

For the first in a long time, General Puckett was no longer sure if they had done the right thing…

The ailing quake of the blast’s aftermath was drowned out by a sound. A sound that should’ve been impossible, one that ceased Keiko’s sobs and stopped everyone stiff as ice: that same rumbling moan. Before anyone could react in any other way, an unexplainable phenomenon took place. One that seemed to defy all logic and possibility, yet it was there.

In the distance, seemingly in the center of the towering mushroom cloud, the legendary creature surfaced alive and well with a powerful roar.

“We didn’t kill it…” muttered Leland as he and Keiko both sat up.

“The most powerful weapon ever invented, and we didn’t even scratch it…” Bill followed, every bit as shocked as his companions. Who, outstandingly, didn’t know whether to be overjoyed…or terrified of the creature’s survival.

The ancient saurian, despite being so diminutive to the mushroom cloud he had swam out of, seemed suddenly to humble even it with just his mere presence. Whether the water was shallow where he was ‘standing’ or if he wasn’t standing at all, nobody could tell; all they knew, however, was that he was much closer to them now than he had been before. And unlike before, they now had a good look at him in full.

The seemingly indestructible creature was beyond monolithic, a bipedal colossus with scales gray as stone. Scales that should’ve been nothing but part of the dust and ash that now loomed into the clouds, yet bore not so much as a single fresh scratch. Water plummeted from his bulky body in literal waterfalls. His arms were long and sturdy, his hands flexing pointed black claws. His jagged spines were now glowing, incessantly pulsating with an azure light that reached all the way to his eyes. Legs thicker than greek columns rippled with muscle as he turned about in the direction of the atoll, his glowing eyes suddenly locking right onto where its occupants stood. Even with glowing eyes, his gaze seemed scornful, almost judgemental. And even General Puckett couldn’t help but tremble under its sheer power—to say nothing of how he, or his fellows around him, felt when the beast gaped its razor-toothed jaws and roared.

It was an ancient sound from another world, an echo of a time entirely different from our own. A magnificent reverberation of a time long past, when titans stalked the primordial earth. It was a sound that drilled itself into the minds of every last soul present to hear it. A sight that made even the most hardened veteran souls forget their own conscious wills.

Yet, not even it could prepare them for what was about to happen next.


*****


Pain. Burning, ceaseless pain all the way down to the bone.

It was the first thing the dinosaur felt when shock gave way to clarity. His limbs were quivering violently, his jaws twitching as he miraculously exited a massive seizure. When his eyes somehow regained their sight after having gone blind for…how long? Even if time could’ve somehow been counted in the animal’s mind, he wouldn’t have been able to tell how much time had passed. How long had he been laying here, seizing and out of mental clarity? How long ago did that blinding light overtaken him, inflicted this never-ending agony that now devoured all his senses? How much time had passed since that burning light overtook his…

…his…

…where were they?

The agony coursing through his existence skyrocketed when he began to move, but the terror for his family was a powerful motivator. Even now he felt as if he were on fire inside and out, yet from the ravaged sea floor he slowly rose; a deep thrum reverberating through the rock as he did. Craggy, cancellous spines flashed in the aquatic darkness, illuminating his monstrous shape in the debris-filled graveyard. Even with his eyesight having returned, he could barely see a thing. Even worse, when he opened his charred mouth and tried to call out, all that came forth was a hoarse shadow of his normal voice. Even his voice box had been horrendously damaged, and the agony in his throat tripled whenever he tried to make a sound.

His terror ever swelling, the dinosaur reached out and swatted through the ashen water, attempting to call properly again and again. Desperately trying to find his way through the grisly aftermath of the mysterious explosion, to find his family. The thought of them was the sole thing that kept him going about, even though his body felt like it was the physical manifestation of pain itself.

Were they alright? Were they safe…?

His latest attempt to call sent a blade of torture through his throat, almost feeling like it had been slashed open. The father very nearly passed out from it, but through sheer willpower to find his kin he pressed on. He seemed to wander aimlessly through the aquatic haze, in more pain than an animal logically should be able to handle; yet astoundingly determined to see his objective through.

Summoning every ounce of his seemingly immeasurable pain tolerance, the ancient reptile finally managed to utter forth a functional—albeit misshapen—call. But there was no answer. Risking passing out again, he managed a second call, but again no reply came. Nothing was more powerful than his terror for his family’s life, and the dinosaur kept shambling forward with trembling steps. Not realizing that the haze around him was slowly starting to clear, bit by bit.

Somewhere ahead, his eyes spied a shape that made him stop in his tracks.

Two large masses lay half-shrouded ahead of him, bearing tattered outlines of broken spines. His pain receptors in a frenzy and his instincts in a panic, the animal limped toward them with all his might. He tried to call to them, but his throat was too wracked with pain to call anymore. But as he was to find out, even that would’ve been a futile effort.

When he reached them, he was greeted by a sight that would sear itself into his mind for the rest of his life.

Their bodies were burned almost beyond recognition, broken beyond all help and hope. He managed to bend down, to nuzzle them into making them move, but they remained motionless. Even with their bodies savaged into charcoal husks, he could still recognize their scents as his parents.

They were not the only bodies that littered the oceanic graveyard.

Ever so faintly, the sea creature’s nostrils managed to pick up more scents. At first, they were scents of roasted flesh; an aroma that was so sickening it tested his nose to its limits. But pieced in there were more…familiar presences. Limping in their direction, the dinosaur didn’t take long to find where they originated from. The undersea debris was slowly clearing away, and with it clarity was beginning to return to the area. And from that clarity, the silhouettes of other masses—other bodies—began to reveal themselves. Not even having the pain tolerance to call anymore, the dinosaur simply shambled towards the nearest one in a chilling silence; his steps the only noise that permeated the hellscape his home had become. Upon reaching it, his senses told its identity before he even got a good look at its charred form.

It was the broken corpse of his mate.

Not very far away was another body, but this one was even smaller; an adolescent at most. As the dinosaur moved towards it, his foot landed upon something that broke with a sickening CRACK. Startled, he looked down and lifted his foot to see what it was—and the sight made him recoil painfully.

It was a mix of fragments. Fragments of an eggshell, and fragments of charred bone. Bone that was way too small to even be a juvenile…

Getting closer, the full sight hit him like a mountain. It was an adolescent with an unmistakable scent, her once timber-gray scales cooked to charcoal that barely concealed her bones. Her head was facing an unnatural position, suggesting a snapped neck. Her eye sockets were empty, her once beautiful green eyes having been vaporized out of their sockets. And the tiny, blackened skeletons surrounding her were…were… … …

The dinosaur managed to scoop his daughter’s ruined body into his arms, his eyes fixated on nothing but her. An agony of an entirely different sort set over the maimed animal, one that far exceeded any other. The pain of his burnt body didn’t seem to matter anymore, no matter how ceaseless or vicious the sting. For something far more terrible now rent a void in his soul, tore a chunk of his very being never to be whole again.

The animal looked around, spotting the other corpses that he now realized had been surrounding him the entire time. His mate’s brothers, his two adolescent sons, his own brother…not a single one of them survived. His home, his family…everything he ever knew was gone.

He was all alone.

His burnt body quivered violently, from more than just his own agony. From his ruined vocal cords came a warped, baritone scream. A scream that carried through the ashen depths like an all-cutting blade, with a force grand enough to rattle the greatest mountains and shake the deepest trenches. The madness of his pain receptors was but an afterthought as he screamed again, even louder than before. A booming, distorted and horrible sound, ear-splitting and all-encompassing.

Reaching for places sea and land-bound alike…


*****


Luminous eyes stared hard at the little primates on the atoll.

In his 250 million years of life, Titanus Gojira had seen many changes. He had seen many a species evolve and go extinct. He had seen many mass extinctions destroy all there is, before the planet began its slow process of replenishing. He had seen some species evolve in particularly interesting ways; whether they be in shape, size, or intelligence. He had seen an entire lineage of scaly, feathered reptiles get smaller and evolve the ability to fly. He had seen creatures born from land take back to the sea, and vice-versa. He had even seen a lineage of giant apes use tools to rise up the food chain, culminating in particular groups of them enslaving and slaying other Titans.

What he had seen just now, reminded him of those particular apes all too much.

The dose of radiation he had received from that explosion was beyond invigorating, to say the least. Such a banquet was running rampant through his system, leaving him supercharged on energy. But that was no excuse for what these creatures had done. This was not the first time Titanus Gojira had ever seen them, for he had glimpsed them in his occasional return trips to the waking world. He had seen bits and pieces of their progress since their beginnings, when the world was frigid and great mammals roamed the land. But never would he have imagined they would progress this far, all in such a short span of time. This was something beyond mere tool use, so far beyond.

For perhaps the first time in his life, he stood before a species that may yet have grown too smart.

These creatures had gone far enough to split the atom, and the results lay just right behind him. The gift of food was of no matter; what was, was the destruction that it had brought about in the blink of an eye. Not since the days of the great mass extinctions, had such destruction been seen on this Earth. And never, at any point, achieved by a single species out of billions. For the first time in ages, the Alpha Predator was at a crossroads at what to do.

How was he to put them in their place? How was he to put a permanent stop to this? How could he possibly let this slide, knowing what it could lead to? If this continued, it would make way for yet another mass extinction; the likes of which the planet hadn’t seen in millions of years.

Or, worse still, split open the earth’s flesh and release titanic creatures that were never meant to be uncovered. Some from his own past, and some yet unknown to even his old eyes…

A sound unlike any he had ever heard reverberated from the depths of the sea.

[GodzillavsRayquaza]

Recently started working on this one, ever since the beginning of the year. I hope you guys like it.

Spoiler:

Bikini Atoll; July 17th, 1949.



Boots of tan leather tapped nonstop against the soft sand, minute yet rapid in pace; a clear indicator of mounting stress.

A trembling gaze stared upon the infinite veil of blue before her that was the Pacific Ocean, the first hints of a sting beginning to poke at her brown eyes. It was a sting not wrought by the beautiful sun that lit up the teal morning sky, typical a sight for tropical islands and atolls such as this. Nor was it a sting instigated by the sand that occasionally blew about the woman; carried by soft gusts of wind that almost seemed to sing a song of its very own, as if the atoll was crooning to all who could hear. Neither was it brought about by the sun’s reflection off the aqua kingdom of the ocean that lay right in front of her, extending farther out than even the sharpest could ever hope to see. A kingdom all its very own, that held entire worlds separated from sight only by its rippling cerulean surface.

No, the little sting that began to prod at the eyes of Doctor Keiko Miura was the first hint of the coming of something else. The arrival of waters of a very different, far more painful sort. The brewing culmination of the emotions building within the MONARCH scientist, like engorging waves on a beach.

At least three dozen American soldiers were stationed not too far from where she stood; most of them sitting in a neat assortment of chairs at the foot of the beach, while a select few held their positions at tents stock full of radio equipment. The black goggle-like visors strapped to the top of their heads were for one sole purpose, and she knew exactly what for. Even if she, Bill and Leland hadn’t already gotten a good, long look at what said soldiers had set up somewhere underwater far off in the distance, she would’ve known even still.

The softness of the sand was of no comfort to the ebony-haired scientist as she looked out upon the great sea, her eyes scouring for any sign of the very same thing the soldiers nearby waited for. Some were seemingly bored, others were chatting with a volume that clearly indicated their impatience; but Doctor Keiko was stone silent as she continued to stand away from them, tapping her foot ever endlessly from the feelings that continued gnawing away from within her.

A gentle hand fell on her arm, its owner trying his best to reassure the stressed scientist, but it was of little success. Nonetheless, Bill Randa tried, for it was all he could do in the situation at hand. A few feet away from him, Leland Shaw was just as quiet as his companions, but he too was all but helpless. He had tried everything he could, but try as he might, his efforts yielded no positive results from General Puckett. Despite the general’s orders, despite feeling no choice but to comply with the final decision that had been made, the colonel still bore an aura of clear anger on his face as he kept his gaze leveled on the currently quiet ocean.

But what pained him and Bill the most, more than anything else, was seeing their dear friend in such turmoil as she continued tapping her foot against the sand. Part of Bill wanted to be angry with Leland, but deep down he knew he hadn’t intended for this. Even if the colonel had been more specific why they needed so much uranium, Bill wondered if the general would’ve listened at all.

Perhaps the moment their target’s existence was revealed, this outcome was inevitable from the very start.

Keiko took a moment to cast her gaze away from the serenity of the oceanic veil, instead directing them at the general in question who stood on the opposite side of his stagnant soldiers. This wasn’t what they had agreed to. If Leland wasn’t going to press matters further with Puckett, then she would. At least she had effort to spare trying to prevent what she knew was coming, should what they were waiting for show up.

Briefly sparing a glance with Bill, Keiko then walked towards the general, doing her best to keep herself composed. Her right foot felt as if it were still tapping whenever it touched the soil; but whether this was true or just an illusion of her anxious mind, she didn’t know nor care. It took a moment for Puckett to even regard her presence; so deeply he seemed to gaze into the aquatic distance that spanned about him. Perhaps he too was in deep thought, or some kind of turmoil much like herself.

Maybe, with just a little bit of luck…

“I know what you’re going to say,” Puckett said as Keiko approached him, somewhat catching her off-guard, “and don’t think for a second that I didn’t consider what you all wanted.”

“How do you know what I was going to say?” asked Ms. Miura.

“That what we’re doing is wrong? That we could learn from this entity by not destroying it?”

He turned to her, but surprisingly his expression was not one of anger or irritation. For reasons Keiko wasn’t aware of, the look on his features looked almost…defeated. Maybe sad, even.

“That we don’t know if this entity poses a threat to global security and civilization?”

There was a moment of pause, the general’s expression unchanging as he stared right back at the scientist.

“And I will tell you exactly what I told Colonel Shaw less than half an hour ago: at the end of the day, it wasn’t even my decision to make. I spent Lord-knows how many sleepless nights mulling it all over; whether I let you three run this show your way, or we do whatever is necessary to prevent that thing from touching populated soil. And at the end of it all, the choice was made for me by men entirely out of my hands. Men who would court martial my ass just for trying to argue my case.”

Keiko felt a steady anger broiling within her…but surprisingly, it was no longer aimed at Puckett.

“So you’re saying this was always out of our hands from the beginning?” she asked, hardly above a woeful mutter.

“Even if I fully agreed with your team’s methods on how to approach this matter,” Puckett responded, “my word was mute the moment they found out about this animal’s existence.

“You say ‘if’ you agreed with our approach…” said Doctor Miura. “If you didn’t agree with how we were tasked with dealing with these creatures, why were we even brought about in the first place?”

Despite his tone of voice remaining the same, this time the general was much quicker to give an answer.

“A big bat making auroras in the night sky every once in a blue moon, is one thing,” the man replied. “But a sea monster the size of a battleship, sinking more than a few American and Russian vessels at the height of our new Cold War, is another.”

As he spoke, Keiko was more than certain she saw a flicker of fear in Puckett’s eyes.

“Now, I’m all for the idea…that there be people who track and study entities like this, and keep it all out of the public’s eye. But even without my superiors making the final decisions for me…I also had to consider what actions to take, should all of that insight cost lives.”

This time, the sadness in the general’s voice was more than apparent, and he did not try and hide it.

“I want to believe you in your perception that this creature…is not a threat to national security on a global scale,” he continued, taking a moment to let his gaze wander back to the great blue sea beyond. “But I will make no effort to deny that nothing puts the fear of God in me more…than the repercussions of being wrong.”

Keiko was silent for a moment, closing her eyes and biting her lip while she took the general’s words into account. There were more than a few sentiments she could get behind, that she could understand why Puckett was going through with the decision at hand…but still, there were statements to make for her own case.

“And what of the repercussions of going through with this choice?”

Puckett turned his eyes back to the woman.

“What if this nuclear arms race is what brought this creature out of hibernation in the first place?” said Keiko. “What if this nuclear strike will mean nothing in the end? What if more creatures like this one, will only continue to follow as long as nuclear power exists?”

“And you don’t have to believe me when I say this, but I even considered that, too,” Puckett replied only a second later. “But I already told you: even if I tried making that case, it would’ve never got off the ground.” The old man lowered his head a bit as he spoke, his defeat showing.

“Then why couldn’t we all–?”

“Doctor…” the general didn’t raise his voice despite the interruption, “...we all could’ve been present for an entire forty-eight damn hours of a meeting, and it still would’ve never made a difference.”

This time, Keiko stayed silent, feeling the crushing blanket of defeat sweep over her. There was nothing she could do or say that could sway the path on which they were now set. It pained her to believe such a notion, but now she could attest to Leland’s failure to change the situation himself.

“We’re to maintain our surveillance, until this creature shows itself,” the general sighed, his gaze still peeling for any signs of the entity of discussion. “With a little bit of luck, that thing won’t even show up…but if he does, going through with this decision is the only choice we have.”

But Keiko continued to stare at him. “Even if that decision…brings disaster to those we’re trying to protect?” she responded.

For a moment the general said nothing, though it was noticeable he was listening to her and not ignoring her. Puckett didn’t say it aloud, but he admired her relentlessness. She was not one to back down easily, even in the face of the highest ranking figures in the military. In fact, as of this very moment…a small part of him started to wonder if things might’ve been different, had she and her companions been face-to-face with his superiors when they made the nuclear call. It was more than a little painful to think about, what could’ve been instead of what was.

He was about to speak, to give his reply…when they both heard it.

A deep, rumbling groan rippled through the sound barrier for miles around, thundering into the ears of all with a might that was impossible to put into words. It was long and all-carrying, so deep and powerful that it seemed almost to harbor a sense of command.. Keiko and the general could feel the groan vibrating through the beach under their feet, like a living earthquake just voicing to let itself loose.

The voice of a primordial god.

Not far away, Bill Randa took a moment to close his eyes. Similarly, Leland sighed and bowed his head in defeat. Both men had been hoping that the creature wouldn’t show, that there was still a shred of hope that all of this could be avoided. But they both knew that groan, that one thunderous noise could only mean one thing…

Ten or so meters away, under a large tent full of auditory equipment, the radios were going crazy with the frequency of the groan. Their ear muffs filled to the brim with the primal noise, the soldiers responsible for the equipment were more than a little unnerved at what they were hearing. Some were pressing their muffs tighter to their ears, as if they still couldn’t fully grasp what their ears told them.

It wasn’t going to get any less outstanding.

Putting his binoculars to his eyes, Bill spotted it. Many thousands of meters in the distance, the sea was beginning to froth upwards in an engorging lump, revealing a row of jagged spines knifing through the water like demonic shark fins. Farther and farther the spines cut out of the surface, until their identity was crystal clear: the back of an enormous creature. As if to accommodate its arrival, the ominous rumble echoed about once again; even louder and more bone-shaking than before. A sound that made even the general’s blood run cold, made Keiko back away towards her companions.

The spines continued to cut through the glittering blue of the sea, powering forth at a velocity that seemed unfitting of a behemoth of its size. And when Leland looked through the binoculars to look upon the thing himself, his eyes did not deceive him; it was clear what the leviathan’s path was.

The creature was taking the bait without falter…

For a moment, the Titan reared its draconic head out of the water and bellowed. A brief moment, lasting only a few seconds at most, before it lowered half its head back beneath the surface like a crocodile. And despite being so brief, despite being from a distance of more than a few miles away, it was incredibly loud. Louder than the groans the beast had emitted before. Terrifying, regal, and a genuinely awe-inspiring sound to hear.

And in its rumbling wake, the source of the sting in Keiko’s eyes at last revealed themselves.

The first pair of tears trickled forth down the young woman’s cheeks, the pain in her soul burning more acidicly than ever. It was the most majestic creature she had ever seen. She felt like a child again, that giddy little girl fascinated with the strange phenomena of the natural world; awed by rumors of cryptid beasts like Sasquatch and the Loch Ness Monster. The little girl that wondered if somewhere out there in the world, prehistoric animals—much like those beautiful beasts she gawked at in the books—were still around, just waiting to be discovered. And now, after so many years of nothing but dreaming, there one was. Right there, before her very eyes…

…and it was about to be blown to bits by people who didn’t understand what they were dealing with.

A life form that predated humankind itself was about to be destroyed in the blink of an eye, all out of fear of what it could do without even knowing what it would do. And it was getting closer and closer to the unseen bomb with every passing second. A most amazing life form that had managed to make it this far without detection or harm, swimming right to its own doom like a moth to a flame.

And Keiko was absolutely powerless to stop it.

Puckett fared no better as he heard that roar echo across the sea. Looking at that creature now, not on any photos or video tapes but before his very eyes, he couldn’t help but be reminded of his son. His little boy who loved to play in the backyard, and preciously obsessed with dinosaurs. And right here, living and breathing before his veteran gaze, was what he could only describe as a real-life dinosaur.

And he was going to allow it to be destroyed…?

“General Puckett, sir, are you hearing this?” asked one of the soldiers by the radio equipment.

Taken from his thoughts, Puckett glanced over at the man. He had hardly a second to react to the question when the answer revealed itself. Everyone, from the soldiers and the general, to Keiko and her companions, were utterly still at the sounds that quickly reached their ears. Their eyes broadened in pure shock, caught entirely off guard by this unexpected occurrence.

“What in the living hell…?” was all Colonel Shaw could utter at what he heard.

Not one, nor even two, but an entire series of thundering groans began to reverberate from places unknown. But these sounds, while every bit as deep and quaking as the original one, were different. They had a different ‘tone’ to them; whereas the first had sounded moaning and whale-like in its tone, these sounded almost ‘instrumental’ in theirs. They were echoing and harmonious, ranging all over from tenor to straight up bassy. It sounded as if an entire orchestra of horns and double basses had gone off under the depths of the ocean, at maximum volume and of the grandest scale. Almost like they came from musical instruments, and not what everyone had a good feeling it came from.

Multiple living creatures.

Those present were so dumbfounded by the cryptic symphony they were listening to, that they barely noticed the creature in the distance was almost right on top of the bomb’s position…


*****


1 minute prior to detonation…



Within the azure bioluminescence of a deep sea cave, an eye larger than the biggest horse began to open.

Pointed ears perked at the sound that began to flood them, stirring their colossal owner awake from his tender slumber. The smoothness of the rock he lay upon nearly tempted him back to his dreams, but the sound reached his eardrums to pull him right back to the waking world. The ambience of the oceanic cavern returned to greet his senses, as did the scents of those he held most dear all about him. Some were waking from sleep themselves, others had been in the middle of their own business when they were interrupted by the noise that stirred him.

The deep sea saurischian began to stretch, uttering a bassy grunt that echoed through the glowing cave. Smooth gray scales flexed some of the most powerful muscles on the planet, rippling through a body that dwarfed several whales put together. Nearby the awakening monolith, his mate and three adolescents—their first batch of offspring—pointed their heads towards the luminous roof of the cave, themselves aware of the strange noises. His eldest daughter snarled and backed up a few steps, crouching protectively over a clutch of three eggs; her yet-to-be-born siblings.

The cave they stood within was unfathomably vast, lit up by the bioluminescence given off from the countless organisms that littered the caverns. Worms that remained permanently stationed to the massive ceiling, anemones that stationed in small tide pools here and there, arthropods of different kinds that occasionally crawled around; even some armored lobe-finned fish pulsed gorgeous displays in the larger lakes of water, that made up over half the ‘floor’ of the ever-extending cave systems. And it was beyond big enough to fit a small herd of gigantic amphibious dinosaurs, each roughly 100 meters high.

But even in such a deep cavern where only the strangest organisms made their home, a moaning groan could be heard through its normally thick walls. It was not a sound uttered by the creatures’ own kind, and certainly not from that unclean thing that the male saurian had maimed and fought off six days ago. It sounded louder, grander than that.

And there was no telling whether it meant harm to their kind.

The father began the mass-reply with a thrumming bellow, a noise of which was quickly followed by his mate and three children. His mate’s two brothers followed suit, as did his own parents soon after. His own brother joined in, adding his own voice to their thunderous harmony. It was a clear warning to the unseen interloper; a warning that should it wish to bring harm to one, it would have an entire herd to face. And the wrath of a herd of such animals was something that no one, not even the biggest adversary, wanted to mess with.

Nary any of them knew just how much bigger some adversaries could be than others.

At first, there was only silence; whoever the unseen interloper was, it was not replying back to their mass-chorus of calls. It seemed that their bellowing symphony had warded the entity off. His senses beginning to relax, the male dinosaur nuzzled his mate tenderly before she began to walk back towards their eldest daughter, still standing over their second batch of unborn children…

It was the last second of true, genuine peace he would ever know.

One moment, he was content and surrounded by those he held most dear. Safe and sound within the confines of their natural habitat. No rivals, no predators, no threats. Just him and his family, back to going about their day in peace and quiet…

…and the next, a burst of light disemboweled the cavern wall right in front of his mate and daughter, catching them and the nest at full force. They didn’t even have time to scream, nor did the rest of the herd as the explosion washed over them faster than lightning. Peace turned to an agony far beyond pure torture, as the father went blind from just the brightness alone before his eyes boiled in their sockets. His ears only had a moment to register the explosive roar of the blast before his eardrums popped, rendering the dinosaur deaf in an instant.

He felt as if he were on fire from the inside out, his agony tolerance skyrocketing far past its limit, and a roar managed to erupt from his burning mouth before he went into shock…


*****


The flash that overtook the Bikini Atoll was seemingly as bright as the sun itself, as if a new one had just been born on Earth.

The only thing that saved Keiko from getting blinded was Leland pulling her away from the direction of the detonation, facing both her and himself towards the sand so as to shield her from the bomb’s sheer brightness. For even miles away, the detonation was so bright that it would render those who looked directly at it unprotected blind. The light from the explosion had only just reached its full vibrance…

…before the shockwaves arrived.

Even covering their ears, the Monarch trio were brutally assailed by both the volume and the sheer power of the blast. They were lucky they were crouched upon the ground, for had they been standing they would’ve been knocked sprawling like drunken fools. Several trees were blown back, their roots tested to their limits from the unnatural forces that slammed into them; some were even torn right out, toppling silently to their deaths. The roar of the nuclear blast continued to maim the sound barrier for more than a couple minutes, a monumental feat despite how far away everyone was from where the bomb had gone off. Nevertheless, even such an unfathomable eruption eventually had to reach its end, and eventually this one did. Minutes passed further still, and the terrible thunder of the blast started to fade away; gradually devolving into an ominous quake that continued to sting at the atoll’s once-peaceful ambience.

Keiko was trembling as she at last began to rise from the sand, a notion shared by Bill not far away. At first, all she felt was shock; no pain, no sense of clarity, just pure terrified adrenaline running through her veins. But as seconds ticked by, all senses gradually returned to their proper functions, and with them the desire to finally look beyond. All three of them eventually mustered the courage to look to the horizon, yet even that could not prepare them for what they were about to see.

The mushroom cloud was far bigger than they could’ve ever feared. It stretched more than several hundreds of meters into the sky; a towering, almost godly black monster that seemed to have bloomed from the depths of hell itself. Colossal, gargantuan, titanic, no such words were appropriate to convey just how big the explosion had been.

None, except an ancient quote from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad Gita:

If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one.

At last, the tears of Keiko Miura began to fall without hinder. Instinctual terror had been quickly replaced by a crippling sorrow, inconsolable and heavier than the greatest mountain. The wind itself seemed to fall silent as the young woman wept for the animal’s demise, to see such a magnificent creature that had been around for eons be permanently replaced with…

…this.

An ugly abomination that brought nothing but death, obliteration and poison to all that it touched. A towering black stain on the face of a planet that was now in terrible danger from its own inhabitants. Heaven only knew just how long it would take before these waters would ever recover from the radiation that now polluted them. How many ecosystems had just met their savage demise in the blink of an eye, ecosystems they had never even seen nor would they ever. Heaven, may it have mercy on their souls, only knew just how many unique life forms had just been wiped out in the horrible flash; other than the reptilian leviathan they had borne witness to in its final moments.

How many graves that were now marked by the malevolent mushroom cloud that loomed impossibly titanic into the sorrowful sky.

“...what have we done?” was all Keiko managed to stutter out amidst her woeful laments.

A few meters away, General Puckett couldn’t bring himself to speak. He knew H-Bombs in of themselves were supposed to be massive, far larger and more destructive than A-Bombs. But this blast in particular had turned out to be far larger than expected. It dwarfed the biggest skyscrapers on Earth, made them look diminutive in comparison.

Yet, despite thinking he so easily could, Puckett couldn’t bring himself to call, or even think it magnificent.

The moment he had seen that creature surface before his eyes, the general felt something he had never felt in years, maybe even decades. Seeing a creature straight out of ancient myth living and breathing, a prehistoric beast having leaped right out of a prehistory book at the local library—the kind of books his son read every day—was something out of this world. It brought about a strange sense of humbleness to the general…and strangely enough, it wasn’t as nightmare-inducing as the footprint cast he had been shown at the hangar months ago. And quick as a flash, such a creature had been wiped off the face of the earth by the mushroom cloud he stared at now. A different kind of beast that brought with it an entirely different aura, one that was not so humbling or pleasant to look upon.

For the first in a long time, General Puckett was no longer sure if they had done the right thing…

The ailing quake of the blast’s aftermath was drowned out by a sound. A sound that should’ve been impossible, one that ceased Keiko’s sobs and stopped everyone stiff as ice: that same rumbling moan. Before anyone could react in any other way, an unexplainable phenomenon took place. One that seemed to defy all logic and possibility, yet it was there.

In the distance, seemingly in the center of the towering mushroom cloud, the legendary creature surfaced alive and well with a powerful roar.

“We didn’t kill it…” muttered Leland as he and Keiko both sat up.

“The most powerful weapon ever invented, and we didn’t even scratch it…” Bill followed, every bit as shocked as his companions. Who, outstandingly, didn’t know whether to be overjoyed…or terrified of the creature’s survival.

The ancient saurian, despite being so diminutive to the mushroom cloud he had swam out of, seemed suddenly to humble even it with just his mere presence. Whether the water was shallow where he was ‘standing’ or if he wasn’t standing at all, nobody could tell; all they knew, however, was that he was much closer to them now than he had been before. And unlike before, they now had a good look at him in full.

The seemingly indestructible creature was beyond monolithic, a bipedal colossus with scales gray as stone. Scales that should’ve been nothing but part of the dust and ash that now loomed into the clouds, yet bore not so much as a single fresh scratch. Water plummeted from his bulky body in literal waterfalls. His arms were long and sturdy, his hands flexing pointed black claws. His jagged spines were now glowing, incessantly pulsating with an azure light that reached all the way to his eyes. Legs thicker than greek columns rippled with muscle as he turned about in the direction of the atoll, his glowing eyes suddenly locking right onto where its occupants stood. Even with glowing eyes, his gaze seemed scornful, almost judgemental. And even General Puckett couldn’t help but tremble under its sheer power—to say nothing of how he, or his fellows around him, felt when the beast gaped its razor-toothed jaws and roared.

It was an ancient sound from another world, an echo of a time entirely different from our own. A magnificent reverberation of a time long past, when titans stalked the primordial earth. It was a sound that drilled itself into the minds of every last soul present to hear it. A sight that made even the most hardened veteran souls forget their own conscious wills.

Yet, not even it could prepare them for what was about to happen next.


*****


Pain. Burning, ceaseless pain all the way down to the bone.

It was the first thing the dinosaur felt when shock gave way to clarity. His limbs were quivering violently, his jaws twitching as he miraculously exited a massive seizure. When his eyes somehow regained their sight after having gone blind for…how long? Even if time could’ve somehow been counted in the animal’s mind, he wouldn’t have been able to tell how much time had passed. How long had he been laying here, seizing and out of mental clarity? How long ago did that blinding light overtaken him, inflicted this never-ending agony that now devoured all his senses? How much time had passed since that burning light overtook his…

…his…

…where were they?

The agony coursing through his existence skyrocketed when he began to move, but the terror for his family was a powerful motivator. Even now he felt as if he were on fire inside and out, yet from the ravaged sea floor he slowly rose; a deep thrum reverberating through the rock as he did. Craggy, cancellous spines flashed in the aquatic darkness, illuminating his monstrous shape in the debris-filled graveyard. Even with his eyesight having returned, he could barely see a thing. Even worse, when he opened his charred mouth and tried to call out, all that came forth was a hoarse shadow of his normal voice. Even his voice box had been horrendously damaged, and the agony in his throat tripled whenever he tried to make a sound.

His terror ever swelling, the dinosaur reached out and swatted through the ashen water, attempting to call properly again and again. Desperately trying to find his way through the grisly aftermath of the mysterious explosion, to find his family. The thought of them was the sole thing that kept him going about, even though his body felt like it was the physical manifestation of pain itself.

Were they alright? Were they safe…?

His latest attempt to call sent a blade of torture through his throat, almost feeling like it had been slashed open. The father very nearly passed out from it, but through sheer willpower to find his kin he pressed on. He seemed to wander aimlessly through the aquatic haze, in more pain than an animal logically should be able to handle; yet astoundingly determined to see his objective through.

Summoning every ounce of his seemingly immeasurable pain tolerance, the ancient reptile finally managed to utter forth a functional—albeit misshapen—call. But there was no answer. Risking passing out again, he managed a second call, but again no reply came. Nothing was more powerful than his terror for his family’s life, and the dinosaur kept shambling forward with trembling steps. Not realizing that the haze around him was slowly starting to clear, bit by bit.

Somewhere ahead, his eyes spied a shape that made him stop in his tracks.

Two large masses lay half-shrouded ahead of him, bearing tattered outlines of broken spines. His pain receptors in a frenzy and his instincts in a panic, the animal limped toward them with all his might. He tried to call to them, but his throat was too wracked with pain to call anymore. But as he was to find out, even that would’ve been a futile effort.

When he reached them, he was greeted by a sight that would sear itself into his mind for the rest of his life.

Their bodies were burned almost beyond recognition, broken beyond all help and hope. He managed to bend down, to nuzzle them into making them move, but they remained motionless. Even with their bodies savaged into charcoal husks, he could still recognize their scents as his parents.

They were not the only bodies that littered the oceanic graveyard.

Ever so faintly, the sea creature’s nostrils managed to pick up more scents. At first, they were scents of roasted flesh; an aroma that was so sickening it tested his nose to its limits. But pieced in there were more…familiar presences. Limping in their direction, the dinosaur didn’t take long to find where they originated from. The undersea debris was slowly clearing away, and with it clarity was beginning to return to the area. And from that clarity, the silhouettes of other masses—other bodies—began to reveal themselves. Not even having the pain tolerance to call anymore, the dinosaur simply shambled towards the nearest one in a chilling silence; his steps the only noise that permeated the hellscape his home had become. Upon reaching it, his senses told its identity before he even got a good look at its charred form.

It was the broken corpse of his mate.

Not very far away was another body, but this one was even smaller; an adolescent at most. As the dinosaur moved towards it, his foot landed upon something that broke with a sickening CRACK. Startled, he looked down and lifted his foot to see what it was—and the sight made him recoil painfully.

It was a mix of fragments. Fragments of an eggshell, and fragments of charred bone. Bone that was way too small to even be a juvenile…

Getting closer, the full sight hit him like a mountain. It was an adolescent with an unmistakable scent, her once timber-gray scales cooked to charcoal that barely concealed her bones. Her head was facing an unnatural position, suggesting a snapped neck. Her eye sockets were empty, her once beautiful green eyes having been vaporized out of their sockets. And the tiny, blackened skeletons surrounding her were…were… … …

The dinosaur managed to scoop his daughter’s ruined body into his arms, his eyes fixated on nothing but her. An agony of an entirely different sort set over the maimed animal, one that far exceeded any other. The pain of his burnt body didn’t seem to matter anymore, no matter how ceaseless or vicious the sting. For something far more terrible now rent a void in his soul, tore a chunk of his very being never to be whole again.

The animal looked around, spotting the other corpses that he now realized had been surrounding him the entire time. His mate’s brothers, his two adolescent sons, his own brother…not a single one of them survived. His home, his family…everything he ever knew was gone.

He was all alone.

His burnt body quivered violently, from more than just his own agony. From his ruined vocal cords came a warped, baritone scream. A scream that carried through the ashen depths like an all-cutting blade, with a force grand enough to rattle the greatest mountains and shake the deepest trenches. The madness of his pain receptors was but an afterthought as he screamed again, even louder than before. A booming, distorted and horrible sound, ear-splitting and all-encompassing.

Reaching for places sea and land-bound alike…


*****


Luminous eyes stared hard at the little primates on the atoll.

In his 250 million years of life, Titanus Gojira had seen many changes. He had seen many a species evolve and go extinct. He had seen many mass extinctions destroy all there is, before the planet began its slow process of replenishing. He had seen some species evolve in particularly interesting ways; whether they be in shape, size, or intelligence. He had seen an entire lineage of scaly, feathered reptiles get smaller and evolve the ability to fly. He had seen creatures born from land take back to the sea, and vice-versa. He had even seen a lineage of giant apes use tools to rise up the food chain, culminating in particular groups of them enslaving and slaying other Titans.

What he had seen just now, reminded him of those particular apes all too much.

The dose of radiation he had received from that explosion was beyond invigorating, to say the least. Such a banquet was running rampant through his system, leaving him supercharged on energy. But that was no excuse for what these creatures had done. This was not the first time Titanus Gojira had ever seen them, for he had glimpsed them in his occasional return trips to the waking world. He had seen bits and pieces of their progress since their beginnings, when the world was frigid and great mammals roamed the land. But never would he have imagined they would progress this far, all in such a short span of time. This was something beyond mere tool use, so far beyond.

For perhaps the first time in his life, he stood before a species that may yet have grown too smart.

These creatures had gone far enough to split the atom, and the results lay just right behind him. The gift of food was of no matter; what was, was the destruction that it had brought about in the blink of an eye. Not since the days of the great mass extinctions, had such destruction been seen on this Earth. And never, at any point, achieved by a single species out of billions. For the first time in ages, the Alpha Predator was at a crossroads at what to do.

How was he to put them in their place? How was he to put a permanent stop to this? How could he possibly let this slide, knowing what it could lead to? If this continued, it would make way for yet another mass extinction; the likes of which the planet hadn’t seen in millions of years.

Or, worse still, split open the earth’s flesh and release titanic creatures that were never meant to be uncovered. Some from his own past, and some yet unknown to even his old eyes…

A sound unlike any he had ever heard reverberated from the depths of the sea.

Now where’s 84 Godzilla?


Very excited to read this one, excellent stuff.

[GmkGoji]

Spoiler:

Ultraman hovered in the air, stunned for a split second before he flared with anger, his silvery fists clenching. How dare this serpent call himself a guardian of the planet when he cared not for the lives within? Every life, on this earth, every man, woman, child, and pokemon meant something to him, a foreign alien. And yet, a native of this planet, one who claimed to be duty-bound to this world, seemed to disregard those who lived on it. Ultraman would not stand for this blatant lack of care for this world. Whatever it took to knock some sense into Rayquaza, he would do it. For the sake of humanity and the pokemon who called this planet home.

Rayquaza curled his lip in aggression as he prepared to dispose of this intruder. It was his sworn duty to protect this planet, one which he had carried out for millennia, and he would do it once again here and now by destroying Ultraman. He had had enough, he was sick of letting the silvery giant do whatever he wanted, the planet damned if he did. He would take action against Ultraman, for the sake of the world.

***

The two guardians glared daggers at each other as time seemed to stand still. Two mighty warriors, staunch and immovable in their respective views of the planet they protected. For a split second, two valiant defenders tensed up ever so slightly, barely containing themselves from bursting forth. All was silent, until…

***

Rayquaza roared his mighty call as he barreled forwards, ramming head-long into Ultraman. Expertly twisting his snake-like body around, the Rayquaza wrapped his coiling frame around Ultraman, intent on squeezing the life out of him. Ultraman grunted as he tensed his muscles and forcibly stretched his arms outwards, using his herculean strength to wrench his foe off him. Rayquaza screeched in fury as the god of the sky snapped his jaws down upon Ultraman’s shoulder. The hero of light winced at the pain, yet quickly reacted by karate-chopping the legendary pokemon straight in the neck. His jaws loosened for a split second, allowing for Ultraman to grab ahold of his throat and throttle him, shaking Rayquaza’s body like a ragdoll before hurling him away.

Slightly disoriented, Rayquaza righted himself and bellowed his fury at Ultraman, his toothy maw opening wide. Orange energy gathered within, pulsating with pent up power before he reared back and spat his prime weapon of choice, the deadly Hyper beam. Ultraman saw the deadly blast rocketing towards him and quickly crossed his wrists to make a plus sign with his hands, gathering energy before shooting out his signature Spacium ray. Blue met orange in a dazzling display of power, the epicenter of where the two beams collided glowing white hot. The two struggled within the beam lock for a few seconds before the power was too great for either of them, the force of the colliding beams expanding outwards in a massive shockwave. Rayquaza and Ultraman both were blown back by the sheer force, with Ultraman righting himself first.

Capitalizing on his momentary advantage, the silver giant shot his arm and hand out, several arrow-shaped projectiles firing out towards Rayquaza. The god of the sky recovered just in time to slither his way beneath the oncoming slash beam, beelining straight for his target. Ultraman brought his hands up defensively, only for Rayquaza to coil into a circle and spin rapidly in a circle, the wind picking up at an unnaturally fast pace. Having whipped up a vicious tornado, Rayquaza cackled as his foe found himself caught in the twister. Thinking quickly as he felt his senses going haywire, Ultraman countered the vicious air stream by spinning his body the other way, freeing himself from the raging gale by dispersing it. The Ultra kept spinning around as he shot out of the dissipating wind column, launching his body like a projectile right into the very surprised Rayquaza. Ultraman abruptly stopped spinning as he swung his fist forwards, socking his serpentine opponent right between the eyes.

Something I've been cooking up.

[ShinGojira14]

Spoiler:

Ultraman hovered in the air, stunned for a split second before he flared with anger, his silvery fists clenching. How dare this serpent call himself a guardian of the planet when he cared not for the lives within? Every life, on this earth, every man, woman, child, and pokemon meant something to him, a foreign alien. And yet, a native of this planet, one who claimed to be duty-bound to this world, seemed to disregard those who lived on it. Ultraman would not stand for this blatant lack of care for this world. Whatever it took to knock some sense into Rayquaza, he would do it. For the sake of humanity and the pokemon who called this planet home.

Rayquaza curled his lip in aggression as he prepared to dispose of this intruder. It was his sworn duty to protect this planet, one which he had carried out for millennia, and he would do it once again here and now by destroying Ultraman. He had had enough, he was sick of letting the silvery giant do whatever he wanted, the planet damned if he did. He would take action against Ultraman, for the sake of the world.

***

The two guardians glared daggers at each other as time seemed to stand still. Two mighty warriors, staunch and immovable in their respective views of the planet they protected. For a split second, two valiant defenders tensed up ever so slightly, barely containing themselves from bursting forth. All was silent, until…

***

Rayquaza roared his mighty call as he barreled forwards, ramming head-long into Ultraman. Expertly twisting his snake-like body around, the Rayquaza wrapped his coiling frame around Ultraman, intent on squeezing the life out of him. Ultraman grunted as he tensed his muscles and forcibly stretched his arms outwards, using his herculean strength to wrench his foe off him. Rayquaza screeched in fury as the god of the sky snapped his jaws down upon Ultraman’s shoulder. The hero of light winced at the pain, yet quickly reacted by karate-chopping the legendary pokemon straight in the neck. His jaws loosened for a split second, allowing for Ultraman to grab ahold of his throat and throttle him, shaking Rayquaza’s body like a ragdoll before hurling him away.

Slightly disoriented, Rayquaza righted himself and bellowed his fury at Ultraman, his toothy maw opening wide. Orange energy gathered within, pulsating with pent up power before he reared back and spat his prime weapon of choice, the deadly Hyper beam. Ultraman saw the deadly blast rocketing towards him and quickly crossed his wrists to make a plus sign with his hands, gathering energy before shooting out his signature Spacium ray. Blue met orange in a dazzling display of power, the epicenter of where the two beams collided glowing white hot. The two struggled within the beam lock for a few seconds before the power was too great for either of them, the force of the colliding beams expanding outwards in a massive shockwave. Rayquaza and Ultraman both were blown back by the sheer force, with Ultraman righting himself first.

Capitalizing on his momentary advantage, the silver giant shot his arm and hand out, several arrow-shaped projectiles firing out towards Rayquaza. The god of the sky recovered just in time to slither his way beneath the oncoming slash beam, beelining straight for his target. Ultraman brought his hands up defensively, only for Rayquaza to coil into a circle and spin rapidly in a circle, the wind picking up at an unnaturally fast pace. Having whipped up a vicious tornado, Rayquaza cackled as his foe found himself caught in the twister. Thinking quickly as he felt his senses going haywire, Ultraman countered the vicious air stream by spinning his body the other way, freeing himself from the raging gale by dispersing it. The Ultra kept spinning around as he shot out of the dissipating wind column, launching his body like a projectile right into the very surprised Rayquaza. Ultraman abruptly stopped spinning as he swung his fist forwards, socking his serpentine opponent right between the eyes.

Something I've been cooking up.

I love it! Can’t wait to read the final product!

[HillyHulk]

As always, criticism is appreciated.

Spoiler:

It had been a quiet few months of peace and tranquility. There had been no attacks and no invasions. As such, TAC had decided it was time for a vacation. The crew had decided they would join each other for a fishing trip at Ishigaki Island. Ichiro was spending his time napping in the hotel they rented while the others went fishing. Goro and Noriko had decided they would buy two separate boats alongside their plan for the day, one for them and another for the rest of the crew.

"Goro and I have been talking it over and we've decided the best time to return is five" Noriko explained their course of action.

"That sounds good to me" Seiji said, Konno and Kozo agreeing as well.

With that, Seiji and his group were on their way. Konno seemed to have noticed something with their leaders before they went on their way. Kozo was focused on managing their supplies to pay attention, but Seiji noticed something was off with Konno. Nothing bad seemingly, but still noticeable.

"Is something on your mind?" Seiji asked, interested.

"I saw Noriko hold Goro's hand before we departed... suspicious" Konno said, a conspiratorial look in his eye.

"When did you see that?" Seiji asked, raising an eyebrow to his supposed observation.

"Just before we separated... that actually explains why they wanted two boats" Konno said, mostly to himself than it was to Seiji.

Seiji had a hard time believing Konno. Through all the time they've been together as a group, not once did they show interest in each other. It could be that they were keeping it private and staying professional at work, they were those kind of people. Still though, he thought Konno was looking too deep into it.

"I know that look, Seiji" Konno said, eyes narrowed at him.

Seiji looked at him in surprise and was rather embarrassed. It felt a kid getting his hand caught in cookie jar. Still, he kept a neutral expression while continuing the conversation.

"Trust me, having a girlfriend has taught me a thing or two and I know what I saw" Konno said, sure of himself.

"Whether it is or isn't the case, Goro and Noriko aren't going to appreciate you gossiping about them" Kozo said in disapproval.

Before Konno could respond, they heard Goro call out to them. This conversation had to wait for another day. The three came out of the shed, Kozo having gathered their supplies in a backpack, and met with the pair.

"Remember, we stay until sunset. But no pressure, enjoy yourselves" Goro said before he and Noriko took off on their boat.

Seiji and his crew meanwhile waited for their boat to come back from it's first batch of visitors. While they waited, Seiji noticed something off in the distance. A vague shape was making its way to a beach. Taking a pair of binoculars, he was sure of it... he was seeing a kaiju. It seemed it was time for work after all.

His instincts were to tell the others... but he reconsidered. Everyone has worked hard for as long as he could remember and they deserve a break. He could handle this on his own. Running off a considerable distance, he took two of his rings and brought them together creating a flash of light. Rising to the skies after this event would be a member of the Ultra brothers, Ultraman Ace!

Yellow eyes looked off to where he first saw the kaiju before his silver and red frame took off into the skies.

"Hey look, it's Ultraman Ace!" Konno exclaimed, watching the Ultra fly off.

"What's he doing out here?" Kozo asked.

"I don't know, I don't see anything" Konno answered, looking around.

As fast as his body could carry him, he darted off to the kaiju at the other side of the ocean. When he reached the spot, he saw a tan monster seemingly having a panic attack. The monster was chubby with ridges across his arms and legs, his hippo-like face frozen in a state of anxiety born fear. Light brown eyes darted everywhere, clearly questioning where he is. He had heard of this kaiju before... his name was Daigoro.

The young kaiju was meant to be brought to a festival to serve as its mascot, brought there by a raft pulled by a carrier ship. On the way there however, a thunderstorm loomed over them. As the crew struggled to keep their bearings, a lightning bolt broke the chains off the raft sending Daigoro tumbling into the ocean. Last thing he knew, he was stuck on this island all alone. Ultraman Ace felt sorry for the creature.

He might not know the story himself, but the poor thing was clearly scared out of its mind and he was just a boy. Ultraman Ace tried to carefully approach the kaiju as to not spook him further. When Daigoro turned toward the Ultra, he screamed out and rushed at him. Sympathy turned to alarm as Ultraman Ace prepared himself. This might not be as simple as it first seemed.

[Gigantis]

It took a bit of convincing myself, but I've decided to "reboot" Gamera^2, now with a different version at the helm in place of another. Hopefully things are smooth sailing here on out. Till then, here's a small tease.

Spoiler:

“The Guardian Angels sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us”

Jean Paul

******

Across the Megaverse, many people saw the champions of earth as their modern guardian angels. The ones who would save them from death when extraterrestrial forces descended from beyond and drove them back to whence they came. The ones who would rescue mankind from extinction as demons, even the ones in the most literal sense, rose up from their personal hells and threatened to take all down with them. They took many forms; some as the most angelic moths, others massive humanoid life that had evolved into beings humanity could only begin to fathom.

But one arguably stood the grandest amongst them all. A chelonian born from the minds of ancient man, who grew to such a status, “paladin” perhaps could never do him justice.

His name was Gamera.

Yet, amongst the many parallel words, the way his origins have gone varied. In some, he was born naturally benevolent, while others had to be guided away from inner darkness.

******
In one realm, the hero’s origins were tied to the city of Atlantis. In a last ditch effort to fix the mistake they had made, they had created many of his kin to take down the beings that threatened to take the empire down: the Gyaos. The massive bats, once bioengineered to give the Atlanteans an easier life, then waged war with the guardians on such a scale that the city could not hope to survive.

At the end, Atlantis had still fallen, and only Gamera had remained, yet the Gyaos were still hundreds strong. And it would take hundreds of years to finish what he had started.

Only then, when he broke from his stone obelisk and shot down the Shadows of Evil over the skies of Japan, had he finally begun to reconnect with humanity. A remaining Magatama had found itself in the hands of a young girl named Asagi. She was his priestess; the one who told him humans were still worth fighting for even with every mistake they had made and war that they fought. And soon, the Gyaos, and every other opposition to the planet, was no more.

******

In another realm, however, Gamera’s story was arguably darker. Eons ago, he was created by the Eustace Foundation, who created monsters in order to fulfill their new world order. Members who had realized how cruel their higher-ups were decided to take action, reprogramming the tortoise to be on the side of good. Still, five still malevolent monsters remained, and it would be centuries until they were dealt with.

Once reawakened, Gamera had encountered four children: Brody, Joe, Boco and Junichi. They were the first bits of modern times he had connected to, and proof mankind could not fall to its darker side. He had received many crippling blows along the way, and soon it would all culminate in both Joe and his own demise; and yet, the day had been won. And soon, with an egg he had left behind, the world would soon welcome his rebirth, as the boys he had befriended raised them as they began to grow up themselves.

Yet, if there was one thing both heroes had felt, it was a sense of loneliness. Not out of lack of friendship, but rather the lack of another of their kin. In one world, all of his kind had been wiped out, and in another, he was born to be the only one at all. Even with other giants and heroes around them, both would come to realize that once they were gone for good, history would go with them.

But what if, in a strange twist of fate, both worlds would collide? What if alternate versions of the same being could meet, and finally realize they were not alone?

Soon, such an event would come to pass. Yet with the forces pulling the strings, a meeting that should have been filled with joy and happiness became much grimmer than either would bargain for…

[ShinGojira14]

It took a bit of convincing myself, but I've decided to "reboot" Gamera^2, now with a different version at the helm in place of another. Hopefully things are smooth sailing here on out. Till then, here's a small tease.

Spoiler:

“The Guardian Angels sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us”

Jean Paul

******

Across the Megaverse, many people saw the champions of earth as their modern guardian angels. The ones who would save them from death when extraterrestrial forces descended from beyond and drove them back to whence they came. The ones who would rescue mankind from extinction as demons, even the ones in the most literal sense, rose up from their personal hells and threatened to take all down with them. They took many forms; some as the most angelic moths, others massive humanoid life that had evolved into beings humanity could only begin to fathom.

But one arguably stood the grandest amongst them all. A chelonian born from the minds of ancient man, who grew to such a status, “paladin” perhaps could never do him justice.

His name was Gamera.

Yet, amongst the many parallel words, the way his origins have gone varied. In some, he was born naturally benevolent, while others had to be guided away from inner darkness.

******
In one realm, the hero’s origins were tied to the city of Atlantis. In a last ditch effort to fix the mistake they had made, they had created many of his kin to take down the beings that threatened to take the empire down: the Gyaos. The massive bats, once bioengineered to give the Atlanteans an easier life, then waged war with the guardians on such a scale that the city could not hope to survive.

At the end, Atlantis had still fallen, and only Gamera had remained, yet the Gyaos were still hundreds strong. And it would take hundreds of years to finish what he had started.

Only then, when he broke from his stone obelisk and shot down the Shadows of Evil over the skies of Japan, had he finally begun to reconnect with humanity. A remaining Magatama had found itself in the hands of a young girl named Asagi. She was his priestess; the one who told him humans were still worth fighting for even with every mistake they had made and war that they fought. And soon, the Gyaos, and every other opposition to the planet, was no more.

******

In another realm, however, Gamera’s story was arguably darker. Eons ago, he was created by the Eustace Foundation, who created monsters in order to fulfill their new world order. Members who had realized how cruel their higher-ups were decided to take action, reprogramming the tortoise to be on the side of good. Still, five still malevolent monsters remained, and it would be centuries until they were dealt with.

Once reawakened, Gamera had encountered four children: Brody, Joe, Boco and Junichi. They were the first bits of modern times he had connected to, and proof mankind could not fall to its darker side. He had received many crippling blows along the way, and soon it would all culminate in both Joe and his own demise; and yet, the day had been won. And soon, with an egg he had left behind, the world would soon welcome his rebirth, as the boys he had befriended raised them as they began to grow up themselves.

Yet, if there was one thing both heroes had felt, it was a sense of loneliness. Not out of lack of friendship, but rather the lack of another of their kin. In one world, all of his kind had been wiped out, and in another, he was born to be the only one at all. Even with other giants and heroes around them, both would come to realize that once they were gone for good, history would go with them.

But what if, in a strange twist of fate, both worlds would collide? What if alternate versions of the same being could meet, and finally realize they were not alone?

Soon, such an event would come to pass. Yet with the forces pulling the strings, a meeting that should have been filled with joy and happiness became much grimmer than either would bargain for…

The premise of these two meeting is in of itself intriguing, but I’m heavily interested in whoever’s the string-puller in all of this…