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| The Joker | Jan 19 2006, 11:40 PM Post #1 |
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Kaiju Acolyte
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Part 1 Shintaro Takegawa wasn’t a business man. This isn’t to say that he didn’t operate a business; in fact he operated many, or that he didn’t make more money then most real business men. But he wasn’t good at business, in and of itself, as real business men are. But where the real business men have natural proclivities for money-changing and deal-making, they more than often lack in the lively passion of a person for whom the end isn’t accumulating money, but the fruition of a good idea. Such a person was Takegawa, and looking out from a top floor window of the spired control tower, he imagined that Nao‘s island was one of his best ideas yet. It was definitely his most lucrative. Started when his Daughter Nao was seven years old, and her brother Daisuke just reaching ten, by the time she’d turned twenty it was the biggest amusement park in all of Japan. Now Daisuke had a son of his own, and it was for little Kenny that Takegawa stood waiting. “Grandpa Grandpa Grandpa!” The six-year-olds’ hearty excitement wasn’t unusual. The bond between this little boy and his old Grandfather was estimable. “Kenny! Do you have a hug to spare for an old guy like me?” The boy fairly leapt into his arms. “Grandpa, I saw Godzilla!” “Hey? And where did you see that?” “We were watching a news broadcast,” said Daisuke. “Godzilla’s been sighted in the sea of Japan.” Shintaro was not overly excited by this news. He was nineteen years old when America entered World War II. Having seen the firestorm at Tokyo, and then the awesome nuclear fury of America’s wrath at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, he’d never believed that an aberration of nature could match the destructiveness of man. Still he conversed politely, as the trio took the elevator down from the observation room. “I’ve often wondered why these creatures are indigenous always to this part of the world.” He didn’t have long to wait before the conversation turned to topics closer to his heart, because emerging from the base of the control tower, all other talk was drown out by Kenny’s excited chatter. Looking out from the base, the amusement park on Nao’s island was as fantastic a vista as any child could imagine. It was arranged in a rectangle. To the left of the three was a sort of midway, with games of luck and skill interspersed with eateries and exhibitioners “museums,” which places promising all manner of novel rarities and bizarre specimens. Further along a well situated hill was visible, patched with large cages. This was Bird Hill, where a few dozen birds of prey, owls, hawks, eagles, ravens, most of them imported from North America, made a pretty spectacle for the park goers whose interests were more sophisticated. From the top of Bird Hill parallel pylons tether the cables of a sleek looking gondola to their end half way to the other side of the park grounds, and this gently climbed far above the bird cages. Approximate to Bird Hill, mixing the real with the imaginary, was a miniature park full of fantastical animatronic creatures. Glancing to their right they could see the great Nao’s Island roller coaster, the longest in all of Japan. Near to this a train ran on tracks that visited many places in the park, and this served the elderly and anyone else too lazy to go from place to place by foot. And looking directly ahead of them, they saw the Ferris wheel, the largest in the world. Each gondola was like a lounge. From the top of this great wheel one could see the entire park, more rides and exhibits then described here, and even the hotels and beach beyond the parkgrounds. These hotels afforded some wealthy families the opportunity to spend their vacation on the island, as well as served as living quarters for the Takegawa’s staff. It was of these hotels and the warm bed waiting for him therein that Takegawa thought of when, five hours later, he told Kenny that he thought they’d visited every single attraction on the island. “Not every one, Grandpa. There’s still the Ferris wheel.” “OK, to the Ferris wheel we go. And after that, strait to the hotel to see your Daddy and Auntie Nao.” Daisuke’d headed for the hotel the family was staying in over an hour since. “You know,” the old man said while they waited in line for the Ferris wheel, “the building your in has a video arcade. All the newest games.” “Even Q*Bert?” “Even Q*Bert.” The sixty-year-old’s energy was already fading, and when they obtained their gondola, he sat immediately down on it’s couch. Because the wheel was so big, almost 460 feet in diameter, and because it stopped as each gondola reached the bottom, it took them 30 minutes to reach the uppermost point of the wheel. Shintaro’s eyes sought the comforting sight of the hotels, their lights warmly glowing. His heart began to pound. He could hear Kenny chattering about something visible below from another of the windows, but he couldn’t respond. Far out beyond the hotels and the yellow strip of sand on the beach, a horrifyingly massive black shape was moving above the water. It was so dark that he probably wouldn’t have noticed it if it weren’t for the white crests of the ocean water as it broke against the shape. Dark as it was Shintaro Takegawa could still recognize the awful silhouette of Godzilla. |
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| rodanguirus | Mar 12 2006, 10:22 PM Post #2 |
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Kaiju Master
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Part 2 Shintaro’s pulse quickened, but for his grandchild’s sake, he kept himself from panicking. Still, he was desperate to get off, not sure whether yelling loud enough to alert the ride operator would only attract the monster or if it was necessary. Unable to maintain his silence, he finally risked a shout: “Hurry, get us down from here!” he exclaimed, waving frantically. He pointed desperately into the distance. The monster, as he had hoped, seemed to far away to observe the noise. The din that followed once he drew the other passengers’ attention, however, was another matter entirely. Screams echoed from the Ferris wheel, the screams of people overtaken by a flight-or-fight response and helpless to do either. The operator immediately took notice to the oncoming threat and swiftly began debarking the passengers. To Shintaro’s relief, the man seemed to keep a cool head, and was even attempting to silence the crowd, which was now absolutely hysterical. Kenny, fortunately, was just drinking in the amazing sight of the lumbering monster, which seemed to still be ignoring the uproar. Unable to distract himself from the lack of time he had any longer, Shintaro began counting the amount of cars left until they were released. Seven…six…five. A sudden sound startled all of the Ferris wheel’s occupants out of their stupor. It was the distinct booming sound of Godzilla’s footfall on solid ground. The beast was now looming above the spread of hotels. As Shintaro’s car slid into the position just prior to release, a brilliant flash illuminated the dark sky. Blue light illuminated the amusement park, making it as bright as day, and casting the behemoth’s shadow all the way to the Ferris wheel. Then the flash became infinitely brighter, blinding Shintaro. The ground was rocked violently, causing the Ferris wheel to groan. But that was nothing next to the earth-shattering sound which assaulted the crowds’ ears, both eliciting and drowning out their screams. “Dad!” Kenny exclaimed. Shintaro attempted to calm him, even as they finally took their leave. In the dark and the smoke, it was impossible to tell which hotels had been obliterated in the blast. He had no way to tell if his children were safe… Now that they had returned to land, the situation had not improved. Panicked crowds were pressing them on all sides; unable to reach a consensus of which way was the safest to escape. He clutched Kenny tightly, jostled and battered by the passing crowd, but refusing to relinquish his grip. A sharp whistle muscled in through the screams and pounding footfalls of the approaching kaiju. Shintaro’s aging eyes pinpointed the source: a security guard, struggling to create some semblance of order from the mayhem, without much success. Nonetheless, he was a welcome sight. Shintaro plowed through the crowd toward him, which, given the crowd’s disunity, was no more difficult than simply standing in place. “Officer! Officer!” he exclaimed, barely able to make himself heard. “Can you watch over my grandson?” The guard looked confused, but relieved to see someone who acknowledged his presence. “You both can simply make your way to the east exits…” “You don’t understand! I’m Takegawa, I own this facility! My son and daughter are in one of those hotels and I need to find them!” The guard hesitated, then was distracted by his blaring radio. He listened intently to a frazzled officer on the other end. The conversation was hard enough in the chaos, but then Godzilla cut loose with a trumpeting cry. The sound did not pierce like a siren, or crush like music through an amplifier, but instead it seemed to snap the endurance of the human ear, bringing several people to their knees as it dragged on, the agony doubled by the reverberations. After a few more seconds of conversation, the guard shook his head solemnly. “I apologize, Mr. Takegawa, but even ignoring the direct threat from the monster itself, the entire vicinity of the hotels has been declared lethally irradiated. A human would die in minutes, even with any protection we could scrounge up in this madhouse. You need to get out of here as quickly as you can.” Shintaro wanted to protest. He wanted to rush past the man, find Nao and Daisuke, and escape together. But the finality of the guard’s words, which were certainly augmented by the rampaging beast less than a mile away, delivered a sudden weakness to his body. Not only despair, but a physical feebleness suddenly overwhelmed him. "Or maybe that’s just relief," a voice nagged at him. "You can write them off without having to risk certain death, because there’s nothing you can do. No one can call you a coward or a failure: their fates have been sealed. No one, that is, except yourself." Takegawa sagged under the weight of his conscience, but was suddenly snapped back to reality by the urgent cries of Kenny, and the no-nonsense concern of the guard. “Mr. Takegawa, do you need assistance? You need to get out of here, immediately.” “No, we’ll be fine,” Shintaro insisted, starting off toward the east. “Unlike them,” he finished bitterly, gesturing toward the hotels with a sweeping wave. He moved toward the east exit as quickly as possible, which given his age and the only slightly less confused crowd, was not fast at all. It became even worse when an unintentionally savage tourist squeezed past, slamming the back of his knee. He staggered, but did not fall, though his gait was now awkward and greatly decreased. “Grandpa, you’re hurt!” Kenny exclaimed. “Put me down- I can run!” “No!” Takegawa asserted forcefully. “We’re staying together!” "I’ve lost enough family tonight- we both have," he thought privately. After a half hour of hampered, painful striding, the duo was sitting on a passenger boat, one of many that had been called into emergency action to ferry the tourists out of danger. “How are we going to find Dad and Auntie Nao?” Kenny asked. As if the question wasn’t painful enough, Shintaro was even more frightened by the concerned, innocent tone it was voiced in. He had been hoping the boy had grasped what had happened back in the crowd, hoping that he did not have to explain the entire situation himself. “Ken…” he began awkwardly, quickly breaking off. Halting was futile now, though: the boy’s attention was full and his face was bursting with the beginnings of terror- his grandfather never addressed him as “Ken” unless something gravely serious had occurred, and given what they had just been through and the question he had just asked, the number of things his grandfather could possibly say was very small indeed. Shintaro hoped to see understanding on the boy’s face, still hoping he would not have to declare the truth himself. However, he quickly reminded himself who was the adult and who was the child, and no matter how badly it would hurt both of them if, he should be the one to pronounce their loved ones’ fate. “…everyone in the hotels…they were killed, Ken.”- He was still dodging the direct truth, he needed to say it and be done with it already! “Including your father and Auntie Nao.” Kenny burst into tears. Overcome with his own grief at his children’s death, the effort of telling Kenny their fate, and the boy’s reaction, Shintaro Takegawa abandoned any effort to appear strong in front of his grandson, and began to cry himself. As if on cue, the howl of Godzilla echoed across the water, causing Ken to snap to his feet. He rushed to the nearest porthole, the monster clearly visible in the ruins of the park. He began to scream at the beast, declaring his hatred at the top of his lungs. Shintaro made no effort to restrain his grandson. The outburst merely shoved his pain aside temporarily and caused him to focus on his own newfound hate of the beast. Godzilla roamed free and killed free. Somehow, he was determined to see that changed. |
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| Gigan7 | Jul 18 2006, 11:37 PM Post #3 |
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Creator of the Echo series
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Part 3 Nine years later Kenny Takegawa sat directly across from his grandfather Shintaro Takegawa who was reading the current day’s newspaper. "Don't you have a meeting to get to?" Kenny asked, A bit of sarcasm creeping into his question. Shintaro looked at his watch and jumped out of his chair, surprised by the lateness of the hour, "Oh! Thank you Ken, I'm going to be late if I don't hurry." Kenny watched as his grandfather dashed off to the closet. He pulled out an old plaid pattern coat, a grey hat and his walking cane. "Well, I'm off. Wish me luck Ken." "Why? I've been against this project since I was old enough to understand what it was." Shintaro sighed,"Please, not again Ken. Don't you understand the good the Monster Land project will bring to the world? Imagine all the lives that will be saved when monsters like Rodan and Godzilla are safely in captivity, no longer a threat to mankind. " Kenny Takegawa's eyes narrowed on his elderly grandfather, "No longer a threat, grandfather? Godzilla will always be a threat! He's not a lion to be caged or a dog to be taught tricks. He's a force of nature and no amusement park is going to contain him!" Shintaro silently scolded himself for once again bringing up the name of the devil that had stolen his children from him. The tragedy of that day on Nao's island still haunted him, but time had taught him how to cope with much tragedy. His grandson Kenny on the other hand did not have the same control; any time the name Godzilla was uttered Kenny became lost in his own hate. Shintaro knew from experience that such anger and obsession would only result in his grandson's own destruction and he greatly feared for Kenny's future. It was his hope that the peaceful but effective solution of the Monster Land project would help Kenny displace some of that hate, but it didn't. Kenny wanted blood and only Godzilla's death would appease him. "... We should be backing the United Nation's Mechagodzilla project not some glorified monster zoo! ...Grandfather!" Shintaro snapped out of his thoughts to see Kenny's face frustrated over his grandfather's lack of attention. "I'm sorry Kenny, just lost in my own thoughts for a moment." Kenny sighed, "I just don't understand why you want to help the very beast that killed my parents." Shintaro pondered the question for a second, "Ken? You know you haven't been down to the site in years. Why don't you come down with me today? I'm going to be talking to a new patronage that wants to help fund our project. I will be filling them in on what our project is all about, then you can see all of the progress we have made as well. Maybe then you will understand, sound okay?” Kenny smiled, "What about school?" Shintaro smiled back,"I think you can afford to miss one day, consider it a field trip." It was an hour's journey to reach the Tokyo branch of the Monster Land research center and having had to listen to his grandfather go on and on about the advancements made in his project the whole way down, Kenny was beginning to second guess his decision to come. The center was a massive building, larger than Kenny remembered. Its rectangular shape and dome-like appearance made Kenny wonder who had been in charge of its construction. The two of them stepped through the automatic doors. Shintaro marveled at how far science had come, in the days of his youth doors that opened by themselves were only found on spaceships in the weekly pulp magazines he read as a child, now here they were as real as he was. If an automated door could make the leap from fiction to reality so could Monster Land. Kenny for a moment forgot his disdain for Monster Land and found himself mesmerized by the interior of the center. The interior was massive in both height and width. Its walls were painted a beautiful shade of white that reflected the rays of the sun coming from the glass dome in the ceiling. Add in a few tropical plants imported from all around the world and an ever so perfectly C shaped front desk with a very pretty secretary, and one had a rather breathtaking scene. Shintaro hobbled over to the desk, "Good morning Kari." The secretary smiled, "Good morning Mr. Takegawa!" she said cheerfully. She looked over Kenny, "Oh! My goodness! Is that little Kenny?" she exclaimed placing her hand over her mouth. "He's gotten so big since I last saw him!" Kenny winced; He was going to be getting a lot of that today and he hated it. Shintaro noticed his grandson’s discomfort, "Umm, Kari? Has Miss. Ashiro arrived yet?" The diversion was successful. Kari turned her attention to Shintaro, "Yes. She's waiting for you in the conference hall on the third floor." "Thank you Kari." Shintaro bowed and walked to the elevators. "Ken." Shitaro spoke up as the two of them awaited the elevator to reach their level. "What is it grandfather?" Kenny asked. Shintaro sighed, "There is another reason I wanted you here today." "What?" "This new patron Miss. Ashiro, She has a daughter and I wanted someone to keep her company during the day." Kenny rolled his eyes, "So you want me to baby-sit. I thought I was going to be sitting in on these meetings." The elevator dinged and the two men got in. "She's as old as you Kenny! And you can’t be there for everything, some of it is classified information that not even you are allowed to hear. I'll be giving my pitch to a civilian board this afternoon but for right now it's a military meeting." The elevator dinged again, opening its doors so its passengers could walk out onto the third floor. "My age, huh?" Kenny inquired. Shintaro gave him a steely glance; "You are to be on your best behavior! If I find out that you were anything other than a gentleman..." Kenny waved off his grandfather, "Don't worry so much, I'll be good." Shintaro's gaze did not soften, "You better be." Kenny laughed as they turned the handle to the conference room, "Besides, she's a rich brat. How attractive could she possibly b..." Kenney's tongue caught itself mid-sentence as he saw a beautiful raven-haired Asian girl in a long white skirt with a light blue blouse. Shintaro extended his hand to the older woman in the room whose features were very similar the younger girl. There was no mistaken that the two were related. "Hello, I am Shintaro Takaegawa." The women took Shintaro's hand, "Hello Mr. Takaegawa. I am Hana Ashiro and this is my daughter Noriko. I hope that's not too much of an issue." "None at all." Shintaro pushed Kenny forward; "This is my grandson ken. He can show Noriko around while we talk about more classified matters." Kenny stood motionless enchanted by attractive women before him. A light tap from his grandfather’s cane brought him back to his senses and reminded him of his promise," Yeah, I know this place like the back of my hand. Come on! I'll show you." "Why don't you take her to the lounge Ken. I'll phone for you when we’re ready." Kenny nodded and led Noriko out of the room. Shintaro clasped his hands together, "Well now, shall we get down to business?" "Actually I have a question about this report one your aides so generously provided for me." "By all means please ask." Shintaro said motioning for her to continue. Hana nodded, " It say's here that you have already spent a great deal of money for a young private Teshima to head a military strike force to capture the monster Anguirus. My concern is not only entrusting such an operation to one so young and inexperienced but also I must point out you don't even have an operational park yet. Where do you plan on keeping this monster? Certainly you don't intend to capture the animal with out being able to contain it?” Shintaro smiled, "I'm glad you asked Miss. Ashiro. There is no need to worry about private Teshima, he's a very trustworthy fellow and is going to amount to great things someday. I trust him implicitly. As for the capture of Anguirus and other monsters, that problem is taken care of. Lights please!" The room grew dark and a projector whirred to life displaying a picture of a lone island. Shintaro took his pointer circling the island; "This is Infant Island. Long ravaged by nuclear radiation the island cannot support much life except for the very center which is lush in plant and animal life." Shintaro motioned for the man at the projector to turn to the next slide. The image of two tiny native women appeared on the screen. "After discovering a native tribe living on the island we also learned of the Shobjinn, handmaidens to the native deity Mothra." Shintaro motioned for a slide change again and a brightly colored butterfly like creature graced the screen. "It turns out that Mothra is the island’s pet daikaiju and they are more then willing to temporarily lend her and their island to us as a holding pen for the monsters that are captured before Monster Land’s completion. They are interested in ridding the world of the Daikaiju threat just as much as we are. So it is a beneficial partnership for both of us. Another click as the slides switched to yet another picture. This time of a silver mechanized suit that was shaped in an almost humanoid form with two long arms that carried razor-sharp claws at the end. "Along with Mothra, we will also be employing mechanized war suits dubbed Keeper suits to keep the residing daikaiju at bay. These suits are 85 meters in stature and possess a variety of weapons including a rocket bay and a sonic screecher to keep the daikaiju docile. Presently we have four active suits, one of them being the original prototype so it's a bit buggy. Several other methods are being developed for the Monster Land Park but none are ready to be tested.” Miss. Ashiro pulled down her reading glasses,"I see. You have this project well planned out and have captured my attention. Please, continue with your presentation, I am most interested in learning more about your sonic barrier to keep the flying monsters caged." Kenny fiddled with the Coca-Cola machine," So...umm, what do you want to see first?" He said without even lifting his eyes. Noriko looked sheepishly at the ground, "Perhaps, if you don't mind...could you take me to the library?" Kenny finally looked up; "We have a library?" Noriko was confused, "Well, this brochure your grandfather’s secretary gave me says there is one on the third level." " Oh yeah! THAT library!" Kenny said trying to sound convincing. "Yeah, sure I'll take you there, just let me see if I can get my soda out of this machine." Kenny began to push the cumbersome vending machine out of the way so he could fiddle with the wires behind it. "So you’re some sort of book worm, huh?" Noriko smiled, "Just a little bit." Kenny laughed as he finished pushing the soda machine away from the wall, " So, what kind of stories are you into? Do you like..." Kenny trailed off as he saw Noriko's face frozen with fear. Puzzled, Kenny turned toward the bare wall the soda machine had been propped up against. Lying on the ground was a timer attached a sophisticated arrangement of plastiques with a red digital timer rapidly counting down. |
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| Metanormal Brotherhood | Jan 20 2007, 08:50 PM Post #4 |
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One of a vast Legion, yet bonded within one frame.
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Part III A month later. The people running throughout Yokohama were nothing to Battra, nothing but the festering plague that infected Gaia and that should have been eradicated long ago. After the battle with Godzilla, he had been resurrected, ready for another go at Mankind. Great armored beasts came up at him. Cooly, Battra began to charge his horn, as the battle began. On Infant Island, Mothra was awakened by the awesome might contained in Gaia's Avatar, and began to stir her wings. This would not be a battle that she looked forward too. Of course, who, whether mortal or immortal, man or monster, looked forward to fighting? Only the fools who desired Death and Destruction to reign supreme. Mothra took flight, her wings pounding the air, as she prepared to halt Battra's devastating power being unleashed on Man again. Battra's horn lashed out, prism beams causing the metal beasts confronting him, the horrid abominations of Mankind, to explode into firey ruin. The awful smell of burning human flesh began to fill Yokohama, as the people running were also consumed, turned into molten flesh and bones by Battra's dread Judgment. Mothra then appeared on the horizon. Battra turned. His mind flashed with a memory, a memory of the Earth-Destroyer's Protector. Her people had years before tried to annihilate life on Earth. Battra had stopped them. 3,000 years later, he had awakened again only to be killed by another beast. If any emotion could be said to stir in the great heart of Battra, it was rage. Raw consuming ire that dwarfed anything Man had produced. Mothra saw the smoke, and as Battra bellowed a challenge, she chirped in response. Beams lashed out from her antenna, striking Battra and only infuriating the Gaia Avatar more. His dread energy exploded out of his horn, and nearly struck her. Dodging it, Mothra then saw the Keeper suits, Man's monster subduing weapons approaching Battra. Screechers blared, and in response, the awesome might of the near-god Battra consumed them. Mothra then realized that if she had to win, it would be on her terms. She began to fly away, prompting Battra to follow, his beams lashing out with the might of a Polyphemus pursuing his Odysseus. Battra continued to follow Mothra, heedless of the carnage and ruin he had left. When his foe would be destroyed, so would his first major obstacle to salvation of the Earth. Had Battra been human, the expression on his face would have been all fangs. |
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There is a time for everything, and a season for everything under heaven, a time to be born, and a time to die, a time to plant, and to uproot, a time to kill, and to heal, a time to tear down and rebuild, a time to mourn and laugh, a time to throw and to gather stones, a time to search, and to lose, a time to keep and throw away, a time to sunder and to push together, a time to keep silence, and to speak, a time for war, and for peace. Am I my brother's keeper? | |
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| rodanguirus | Jun 23 2007, 08:41 PM Post #5 |
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Kaiju Master
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Ken drew back reflexively, while Noriko let out a short scream. “Wh-what do we do?” she breathlessly uttered. “See if you can find anyone around. I’m calling my grandpa,” Ken said shakily, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. As he listened to the ringing, Ken nervously cast repeated glances at the bright red numbers. They now displayed “3:20”. His thoughts were interrupted by his grandfather’s agitated voice. Back in the conference room… “You all recall, I presume, the so-called Great Monster War, where the Earth repelled an invasion attempt by the Xians?” General Matsuo asked. Nods and general signs of affirmation were given by the crowd. “Well, it is not such common knowledge that, unlike similar wars with the Natarls or Hunter M aliens, this conflict ended with Xians and humanity maintaining a communicative relationship, and the governments of both our races have reached a degree of understanding. Some of the benefits we have received from this relationship is access to Xian weaponry and capture technology.” A projection of a Xian saucer suspending Rodan in an oval force shield was displayed. “We believe this technology will prove invaluable in respect to kaiju capture.” Shintaro opened his mouth to pose a question, when his cell phone rang. “Ken, you know full well I’m in the middle of a very important-“ “There’s a bomb in the cafeteria! 3 minutes left! It’s counting down! Get someone here now!” Volume was most important to Ken’s response, and he swiftly, but more clearly repeated himself, talking right through his grandfather’s confused questions, until he’d finally gotten the point across. “Okay, Ken. Professionals are on the way. They should be there in half a minute. You and Noriko get as far away from there as you can. Run, but don’t shut your phone off. Where is the bomb?” Already signaling to Noriko and sprinting down the hall with her, Ken gasped into the phone “The second soda machine from the right. The wall behind it.” “Thank you. Keep going. Get out of the building if possible. I’ll let you know when the bomb is disabled,” the elder Takegawa instructed. 50 harrowing seconds later, Shintaro’s voice came over the phone again to reassure them: “It’s over. Meet me in the lobby. We’re safe.” “Thank God,” Noriko whispered. Ken visibly shuddered with relief. Catching each other’s eye, they burst out laughing, expelling all of their pent-up nervousness. They slowly made their way to the lobby. It was crowded with several men and women in business suits. Ken involuntarily hesitated at the sight of so many “suits”- the air was thick with an authoritarian vibe. “Ken…Noriko,” Shintaro addressed them. “This is Monsterland Chief of Operations Dr. Yoshida.” He gestured toward a middle-aged Japanese man to his right. “And this,” he indicated a short, young, and kind-looking Chinese woman, and a powerfully-built man beside her “is Logistics Manager Dr. Fei and Head of Security, Mr. Yamauchi.” The teenagers offered the project leaders polite bows. Mr. Yamauchi stepped forward. “I want to thank you kids for alerting us to the bomb so quickly. I also offer my deepest apologies for allowing such a potential tragedy to occur.” He bowed humbly. “We’re alright…” Ken began haltingly, when Noriko interrupted. “Do you know who would have planted the bomb?” Ken was mildly surprised at her boldness, but Yamauchi seemed unperturbed. “We have our suspicions,” he replied. “What’s most important is that the attackers were in a great rush and did not count on failure: their fingerprints were on the device. This leads us to believe it was a swiftly-improvised mission and the perpetrators are not far.” Raising his hands to calm the gasps in the crowd, Yamauchi continued. “That’s why we called everyone to this room: so security personnel can search the premises unimpeded and hopefully catch the perpetrator now.” Yamauchi’s comm. Radio suddenly buzzed, and he quickly snatched it from his belt. “What is it?” he asked curtly. His eyebrows raised slightly at the reply. “I must be going. I will contact you as soon as we learn something concrete.” A few hundred miles south, on a large island… An enormous swell barreled toward the island, pummeling it with thousands of tons of water. The beach was immediately drenched, but the forceful tsunami carried on, spilling over a rock wall past the beach and coming down on the small tank battalion stationed behind it. “Great, my treads are soaked,” quipped Jenson, one of the tank drivers. “Shut up and get ready to go,” Elkins, the senior officer barked sharply. He watched the radar. Their target was coming in fast. On the beach, the source of the devastating waves finally broke the surface. Anguirus released a barking howl, with white sea foam bursting from his dripping maw. Water rushed through his spines and poured off the edges of his carapace in torrents. As the beast pulled the last of its bulk out of the water, its gait had a brief stutter- the result of the paradoxical sensation of more weight but greater speed. The behemoth bounded forward across the beach and into the forested valleys. While his damp, leathery hide called forth images of a crocodilian, Anguirus’s excitable galloping was more reminiscent of a large dog, simply running for the sake of running. Jenson’s attention was drawn to his radio. Tekuma came over it in a small, but confident voice. “The target has touched down on the beach. Scramble.” “We copy and we’re moving out,” replied Elkins. The six tanks rolled out of their staked-out positions. They increased speed, coming out of their concealed Cliffside station at Anguirus’s flank. The beast didn’t take notice until they lobbed a few shells over his head. Continuing to gallop, Anguirus swept right, bowling the front two tanks over. Teuma swooped down and fired a volley of machine gun bullets, which rained down between Anguirus and the tanks. Snarling, Anguirus bounced upward. All Tekuma saw was a 45-meter long forest of spines rising from the earth at amazing speeds. “Tekuma, quick! Do a barrel roll!” Jenson yelled in panic. Tekuma, more out of his own instincts than Jenson’s urging, snapped into a sharp roll to the right. Anguirus sailed past, hitting the ground like a massive toad, with hind legs splayed out awkwardly. The rush of air from the near-collision rattled Tekuma’s fighter with turbulence, and his stomach lurched as he fought for stability. On the ground, the tanks’ shock absorbers were pushed to their limit, and the vehicles barely kept to their course. “Okay team, he’s on the move again. Make with the force bubbles,” Tekuma ordered. “You got it, flyboy!” shouted back Phil Glenn, attempting to excise his rush of fear and adrenaline with his voice. From within one of the rear 2 tanks, he stared intently into a viewport, making careful adjusting before finally squeezing the trigger. Half a dozen arcing blue bolts spewed forth from the tank’s maser projector. The beams struck Anguirus’s right hind leg and a translucent bubble began to form around it, grinding the quadruped to a halt. Before the orb solidified, Anguirus whirled violently, and the bubble dissipated. He ground his four-clawed feet into the ground, a distinct, ugly snarl crossing his face. The nuisances had just crossed over into the “enemy” category… |
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| The Joker | Aug 9 2007, 01:07 AM Post #6 |
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Dino Renata wasn’t a nervous man, although, and perhaps because, he had an innate sense for whether some danger was imminent, of which he was conscious. He needn’t have had, he reflected, to know that when the bomb he planted in the Monster-Land Research Center still hadn’t detonated a full 14 seconds after it was meant to it implied that something was seriously awry. The seconds continued to tick by, each weighing heavier on the saboteur’s mind. T + 15 seconds. T + 16 seconds. T + 17 seconds. T + 18 Seconds. The cellular phone they’d issued him rang. Once. Twice. “Hello?” “Why hasn’t the bomb exploded yet?” They don’t mince words, Dino thought to himself. “I guess there’s some malfunction. I’ll sneak back into the center tonight, and retrieve the device. I’ll have a report on the cause of the trouble for you tomorrow, sir.” “You do that.” Dino arrayed the pertinent considerations as a series of facts, some known and some surmised with certainty. Fact: The Red Bamboo had no intention of letting him return to the place where he planted the bomb. They perceived him as a bungler, due to his failure in this task, and concern that he might be apprehended and reveal secrets to the authorities surely outweighed whatever value he still had to them. Fact: They would immediately send one or more agents to kill him. Fact: The cellular phone was also a highly precise tracing device. For a dangerous few seconds he continued to look out the window of the office building and the Research Center across the street, still desperately hoping that the bomb would go off, even now. That hope suddenly disappeared, like a switch being flipped in his head, and an acceptance of reality took over. Knowing he had to act fast, Dino wasted no more time. He went to the center of the office building where the doors to the building’s two elevators are. He pushed the buttons to summon both elevators to his floor. One was already there and the doors slid open immediately. He got in and, pushing ajar the panel on the ceiling of the elevator car, he slid his cell phone onto the roof of it. Then he pushed the button that told the elevator car to go to the ground floor and before the doors had slid all the way shut, he dove out. By this time the other elevator car had arrived. He got in and hastily pushed the number 7 button. The top floor was also the floor directly above him. It’s a floor which is much smaller than any of the others, comprised only of a short windowless hall with a door at the end leading out to the roof. The elevator doors opened. Agent 19 was making a concerted effort not to let his pleasure over Renata’s fatal error affect his handling of the task now before him. The Japanese native had from quite early on distrusted and disliked the Filipino Renata. Why hire a foreigner to do a job that one of our own could easily enough handle? Besides, the man disgusted Agent 19, his mannerism, his etiquette, his ugly leering face, everything about him disqualified him as the sort of man to receive the privilege of working for the organization and reporting to Number 8 and lent itself to making the business he now had of killing Renata especially palatable. Agent 19 let a yawn escape from his mouth as he waited by the elevator doors for the elevator car which the electronic detector in his hand told him Renata was on to reach the ground floor. Instantly he hoped that Number 8 hadn’t assigned anyone to watch him, as he’d been assigned to watch Renata. He didn’t want it reported that he was less than focused on an assignment, even if the task were such a simple one as executing such an easy mark as this inept bungler. |
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