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| The King's Poison; Junior is dead and ready to be buried... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 16 2006, 01:41 PM (219 Views) | |
| Biohazard85 | Jul 16 2006, 01:41 PM Post #1 |
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The King’s Poison It was like a tree falling in the woods, but this time the sound could be heard for miles away. The collapse of a massive trunk of weight, bounding like a hammer to bell, against the earth, enough to shake the ground of the nearby city. Windows broke and rocks fell, the unseeing eyes that witnessed the event had thought they had seen it before, just a simple earthquake. As the startled people came from under their shelters, their windows glared another fright for them. The mouth of valley between the two peaks of Mt. Gongen bulged with a tannish cloud of stacking dust. Though, they had to fear not the cloud, but what had made it. Under the dust was something that nobody thought would fall, Godzilla. “He stopped.” The voice lost against the glare of the monitor that it studied. “No, there’s something wrong. Infrared shows that Godzilla is down. Checking for other life forms in the vicinity.” A different voice came from behind the glare of its own monitor, their eyes were never taught to leave, though their mouths could. “No other heat images found.” “Could Junior be melting down as well?” The words were grim and shallow, words that could only belong to Commander Aso. “The temperatures readings are lower than normal…I can’t determine the problem from here, but its safe to say that Godzilla doesn’t look like he will be moving anytime soon.” The tone of the words were that of a kids, young and frail, but was wrapped in intelligence. “Nothing like this has ever happened to Godzilla in the past. We need to get down there as fast as we can, so that we can get some accurate readings and document this event. It may be the discover of a new virus.” KenichiYamane continued. Bracing eyes were captured by the image of a creature that had worked so hard to make fall and now they were baffled by how it happened. “Maybe it’s expended its nuclear reserves.” Professor Fukazawa’s monotone manner bounded through the room. A strike of teeming fingers work quick found an answer for Kenich, “Readings are showing normal levels. Everything thing that we can monitor from here seem fine, though once we get up close we can study blood and tissue.” “What was Godzilla doing last? Maybe we can trace it to that?” Dr. Gondo spoke, now a permanent member of the kaijulogist team. “Acts for the last month are listed: First Sighting: Adonoa Island seen for four days before leaving. Second Sighting, seen traveling in the Philippine Sea for the next twelve days, Third Sighting: Attacked a Nuclear Power Plant in Sendai twelve days after it was seen in the sea….” The listing operator was cut off. “Wait, could the radiation that Godzilla absorbed poison him?” The Professor’s words tangled in with the man’s. “It’s possible with that fact that Junior’s body has only started to get use to large amount of radiation, it could have been too much for his system and he collapsed from it.” Kenchi pondered as if it was second nature to him. “We only need to be concern as to when he is going to wake up.” Commander Aso shifted harshly in his chair, as if was trying to sit on his doubts. Another rush of words disgorged from their running mouths, though their rummaging sounds was stilled by the settle wimps of sucking tears. ‘Don’t worry…he’s already dead.” Miki had to speak through the knot that had tied around her throat for dreams had just died and she couldn’t even catch them before they went out the window. Weeks roamed around the casting news that had hit, Godzilla’s dead body. Parades and celebrations were thrown in the honor of the dead king. Though, not everyone was celebrating, some of them were stressed and fixated on founding out as to why it happened. “Tissue seems soft, almost sponge like. It almost feels hollow underneath, like there is no muscle under its chest.” Professor Fukazawa spoke, his words being clogged by the respirator on his white Haz-Mat suit. His assistant for the last five years, Jiro Tanaka, took Giger-Counter readings. The crackle of that the hand held machine was dwindling. “This is really weird, the radiation is extremely low, but it shouldn’t be, radiation levels should be high.” His matted feet ice around Godzilla’s bumpy and slick scales as he moves the Giger-Counter around the edge of it. “The tissue over here looks like it has been scarred maybe.” Jiro tips his foot against the rough and tattered scales, as his weight presses the flesh vacuums down into a gloomy void, pulling Jiro along with the sinking scales. “Jiro!” The Professor’s yell was a mile behind his hand as it leaps for Jiro’s dropping form, but it only hung empty over the gorge. “ Oh Jiro.” Not even the diligent light from the sun could view into the digging darkness. A scooping flash of light blooms over the site of the stilled Godzilla as Yoka Nakanishi, her camel colored suit held like a bandage to her frame, her heavily layered chin length hair was topped off by a matching camel colored hat snagged over head. A yellow band ringed her arm, in black letter it read, ‘Press.’ Another strobing flare of shadowing light came from Yoka’s camera; it was an elder model, one that still a light bulb to obtain a flash. Her fingers lanced around the steaming bulb and dropped it to the ground as she tittered another fresh bulb with her other hand. “Just smile some more for me, sleeping beauty.” “Mis’ it’s not safe for the press to be here. This is a restricted area and all personnel are required to wear a biohazard suit due to the possibility of radiation poisoning.” The sentence lingered from behind Yoka. “Then go get me one. This is just simply amazing. The last specimen of one of the most powerful species of monsters dead from unknown causes, and it doesn’t even get a nice burial.” Yoka smirked, her lips ceasing with wet red lipstick. “Let me ask you something, since you seem to be on the team. Do they plan on leaving Godzilla’s body there? And couldn’t that cause environmental problems?” The stale air in the Haz-mat suit begun to sweat around Kenchi’s head, it was the first time that he had ever found himself at the end of a question that wasn’t about Godzilla. “We are preparing measures to deal with the situation, but I don’t think that is any of the presses concern. Though, I would gladly fill you in on any details that you want to know about Godzilla, that doesn’t involve this most recent incident.” “I am really only interested in what has happened to him. Are you sure there isn’t anything that you can tell me?’ Her peachy face boosts with a childish smile, like that of a schoolgirl’s. “I am sorry, but it’s all confidential. To truthfully say anything, we are really unsure ourselves of how it happened, all we know is that it happened. Now, we have a dead monster on our hands and uncertain if it is even safe to move it. Though, I am very excited about this whole thing. Just imagine it, we can finally study Godzilla’s body. This can be one of the biggest break throughs in history. I can’t wait to see what we found.” Kenchi’s face pleased with enthusiasm as his eyes greeted the toppled carcass. “About life without the threat of Godzilla?” Yoka took another quick shot with her camera. “This time its for real. There isn’t another one of his kind to take his place this time. Junior was the last one and in like many other kings, his reign ending in a few weeks. Now, we found out if man can live without a creature that saves them from monsters that can kill them all, but is still one that can.” “It’s time that we start doing things for ourselves.” Her peachy face was grim, almost haunting. The loose dirt under their feet shifted involuntary, like the whole island of Japan was being choked. The cap of the mountain slipped with bounding rocks as the land wobbled. “It looks like they’ve finally finished it.” The young eyes of Kenchi geared over Godzilla’s crumpled form and into the mouth of the valley that it had collapsed in. Sheets of tank like treads ran under twin metallic gray box coverings that acted as feet. Wide, round hips warped over the treads, a square of blue riding through the top of them. A shape familiar to a nose of a plane, but aimed downward, buckled in the middle of the hips. A burly circle of metal formed a stomach for the machine, as a curving line of armor lead around the top of it, dawning a chest. Balling joints held the machine’s odd coned shaped arms to the body, a pad of steel flowing over the shoulder joint for protection. Behind the robot’s shoulders, a backpack of another pair of arms that expended to the sides of the first’s set shoulder and sat a little higher, allowing them to be aimed at the same time as the other set. Crowning on its podium like neck, the oddly shape head dressed it. It’s immense triangle, radiant yellow eyes, dressed above the protruding nose drill that framed the face, a slim, pointing fin adorned its metal skull. It was the latest in G-type weaponry, one that was going to be in the field of killing Godzilla, but now its operations have changed. It’s construction was started after the first model of Mogera was destroyed by Space Godzilla, though it wasn’t entirely ruined, Star Falcon was salvaged and used as well as Mogera’s arms and chest. Production time was cut in half due to the availability of parts, but wasn’t finished enough to be able to be deployed during the world’s worst crisis, when the oxygen destroyer took the form of a monster and Godzilla was at the peak of meltdown. U.N.G.C.C’s hands were tired behind their backs and all they could do was watch. Though, it wasn’t long before Mogera would see its first action. Like a chasing dog, something large grumbled behind it. It laid dull in gray metal shell, stretching into the form of a rectangle. It ran over four hundred feet long and about two hundred feet tall, it was just a gray metal box, its inside hollow and sound, a lonely place to be, it was a coffin. The lonesome near black coffin was dragged by Mogera’s driving strength, the only thing that could pull the immense weight. Dust flutters like a flock of birds from the landscape as the tomb was scarped across it. Godzilla’s loose weight jumbled from the passing Mogera 2 as it’s treads seethed in the harden rocky land as it stopped in front of the dead monster. “You have to leave, you shouldn’t have witnessed this. The Containment Project isn’t supposed to be viewed by non-personnel eyes.” Kenchi’s words shoved harder on Yoka, than his own hands did. “Containment Project? Do you mean to tell me that UNGCC has built a robot and coffin to deal with Godzilla’s death in this short period of time? Something doesn’t seem right here.” The radiant blast of illuminating light seared from Yoka’s camera as she took picture of the monster-sized coffin. “Secrets are our secretes.” Kenchi roams from his mouth as security takes Yoka away, her hands busy to ready another bulb. “And the press always founds them out.” The increasing whirl of cycling wind revolved over the scenery, as six Chinook helicopters baited in the air above. Each held a line of strengthened steel rope, the other end anchored to a apart of Godzilla. A tug of hovering weight bounds on Godzilla’s mass, shifting it a few feet above the ground. Loosen from Godzilla’s mouth; a wash of seeping blood came out, tainting the land below. Godzilla’s body was suspended in the air like a hollow marionette, floating lifeless over the open coffin. Releasing cables, stumbled Godzilla’s body into the box, his fulfilling mass plugging up the darken space. A sinking lid closes again on the metal coffin, sealing Godzilla inside, persevering his body for the name of science and mankind. “Finally, we will have all the time that we need to study Godzilla’s cells and makeup, we will be able to learn all of his secrets and maybe found something that will benefit mankind greatly.” Professor Fukazawa’s words were as cold as a graveyard, even though he was happy about it all, he just didn’t want to have to lose a life during it all. “But what does this mean now that Godzilla is gone? What if monsters like King Ghidorah, Biollante, SpaceGodzilla and Destroyah come back? All of them existed and came to Japan, because of Godzilla. We viewed Godzilla as such a threat, but now it seems that he was more of a disobedient dog, that guarded his yard, but bite back his masters sometimes.” The young, but brass psychic Meru Ozama gave her philosophy on Godzilla’s death, her heart feeling that something is desperately wrong. “It seems to me that humanity as a whole is in for some peace, since Godzilla seemed to be a beacon for violent monsters. After the first one was destroyed in 54, we were giving nearly thirty years to enjoy progress. Without the king of the jungle, they loose their way and just disappear into the mist.” Dr. Gondo’s words swirled around the falling air as the sun begin to set. An Unrelenting pressure of a squealing howl soured the setting air. Low on the horizon, pairs of walking shadows stroll in the last of the glinting sun. One of them roamed on all fours, carrying a harden shell of protective armor on its back, another was humanoid, its brow large and bulbous, under the feet of the others laid a slender body, crawling on thousands of little legs, the last one flew above them and was as beautiful as a butterfly in the last minutes of the sun. “Targets coming from the west, heading at about ten miles per hour. All positions await orders” It was the voice of the look out calling down the warning. “MOGERA 2 armed for combat.” The words almost lost against the stirring steel as Mogera turned towards the coming monsters. Koji Shinjo’s eye seized against the marching shadows through the viewing port of the massive robot. After his experience with SpaceGodzilla, Shinjo knew that there was nothing else that he could do in life, but try his best to protect the citizens of Japan from giant monsters. Miki had taught him a lot about Godzilla and how he was needed and shouldn’t be seen as a threat, but Shinjo believed that Godzilla shouldn’t have all the credit. Shinjo’s fingers skipped down a lighted panel, turning the blue buttons to a glowing yellow. Mogera 2’s four coned hands flowered reveling the four waiting Spiral Grenade Missiles. “Wait, they are not our enemies. They are just here to mourn the death of Godzilla. Please allow them.” The voice was almost too tiny to hear, barely above that of a squeak, but it held a certain divineness. The four kaiju came against the sides of the Coffin gently, rubbing their hands and noses over it in a friendly fashion. Mogera’s aim still tilted towards them, but was cushioned with curiosity. As the sun final set, and the four monsters mourned the pass of the gently beast, Godzilla’s death had finally sunk in. |
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| Biohazard85 | Jul 16 2006, 01:42 PM Post #2 |
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Chapter 2 “Why are they here? How did they know that Godzilla had died?” Commander Aso spoke, his mind lost at the sight of creatures that he saw as only capable of destruction actually having feelings. “They’re mourning Godzilla passing. Almost the same way we do with our dead.” Meru yarned from her mouth. “This is a first, we are seeing signs of monster physiology. This is something that we would have never expected. It’s like watching zebras and wildebeest grieve the passing of a lion. Amazing.” The wonder was taken out of Fukazawa’s eyes and put into his words. “Maybe their attacks will soon stop, now that their suppose leader is dead.” Dr. Gondo spoke. “No, I just see problems arising from this. Godzilla put fear into these creatures, a sense of order almost. Without that I see a lot of blood shed for the ones that want to attest for the opening as king.” Kenchi’s voice rubbed with concern, since he knew that his thoughts were always right. Their eyes gazed on watching as the monsters surrounded the dead giant’s coffin. The muddy brown heavily armored plated lumbering dinosaur mutant known as Anguris, pawed harmlessly against the side of the cold metal coffin. His moist muzzle snorted a cold, almost whispering whimper. The lapping brown scales that clouded over the humanoid creature’s body were woven loosely with large patches of matted orangish hair. Under dark rims, black eyes glossed with sorrow. A frowning grin was taken over by the creature’s butting teeth that stuck over its lower lip. Sanda’s gently, but firm hand swept over the top of the container that lead the dead monster. Mothra’s colorful hue of brilliant dyes that webbed through her embracing wings gave light to the dark day. Her form was faded, not as vivid as it once was years ago. Stress and strain had ravaged her body, from her time in space to laying her egg; Mothra’s time was ticking away. But her next legacy had already taken form, a darken brown slender mass of bubbling muscle, Mothra’s offspring. Death was a large part of their lives, they knew too well. Many had fallen from other monsters, some fell against human weaponry, and others fell from tolling age on their massive bodies. All of them fought against another, they were never going to be united, until one of their own, that they showed great respect to, died before them. Though, their mourning could not contend against the one that cared the most. They were subtle, but heavy tears, that dripped like the sands of time. The tears were soft, but hard at the same time. Her whimpers would go unheard. Her love wasn’t lost and she still had her parents’ love, but the one thing that she understood in the world, the one thing that she felt connected to had passed on, before she could see it one last time. Miki Saegusa couldn’t feel more than helpless against what befallen her as she sat atop the coffin that held her affection. All of her work with the senior Godzilla had finally paid off when Junior came into the picture, but now she didn’t get the time that she needed to drive her point that not all monsters were evil. Miki was the only that could have controlled Godzilla and she knew that it would be an easy hand with Junior and then maybe from her learnings a new world could have been born with humans and kaijus living together without death and chaos, along with Junior that dream had died too. “Your tears shouldn’t be.” It was a voice that came from under Miki’s streaming tears. The fond words cradled the grieving Miki like a supportive mother. A massing ball of golden glitter rummaged together, before the vaporous apparition formed into two, gentle, beautiful girls. “Your tears don’t have to be.” “What do you mean?” Miki whispered from her quivering lips. “The dead don’t have to stay. A spirit exists in Okinawa that can give a creature’s life energy back. Though, it is a costly effort. The body has to be brought to the spirit. The priest that cares for the spirit has to pass judgment on the dead, if it will affect the balance of nature. The journey will be a harsh one and tempt the dead can bring unwelcome beings along. Though, the toll and hardships can bring the dead back.” Against the darkness of Miki’s sadness, the Cosmos spoke. Belief dried Miki’s tears, belief that she didn’t have to cry for something that didn’t have to be dead. She would cry no more, not until she could hear the pound of Godzilla’s heart again. The lumber of Haneda was still warm, burning with the heat of a dead monster. It was the turning point of the world, if not for the pilots of the Super-X 3, the earth’s slate would have been cleared. The laughter and cheer that once was in the city was replaced by ash and smoke. Within the scar of death, there was room for life to grow. Under the layer of still crisp cinders, something took form. From the flames and burning air, tender flesh and blood pieced themselves back together. A building skeleton filtered through the swirl of ash and mixing glittery dust like energy that dampened the air. Stubby feet bracketed to the ground, three long toes stapled with small-filed claws. They were planted on the bottom of stubby, short legs, nearly useless for walking proposes. Thick flesh sat upon the squatty legs, the compacted muscles outlined the stomach and chest, the front was adorned with a bulky plate of armor like coating, curving daggers of grayish bone scattered across it. Stretching thin membranes hung wide under a board pole of flesh, forming two giant wings. A very triangular head rode above the body on a craning neck, the front of it was edged with a rigged beak as the back of it forked with three curving horns. Under a slight brow, two orange eyes peered with intensity. The creature’s skin was rocky and clumpy, blacken like tar, a sight like it had been charred by severe fire. From the depths of Godzilla’s violent power, Rodan had been reborn in the furnace of hell. The watchful eyes of the field of stars mooned over the graveyard that had became of Mt. Gongen. Professor Fukazawa stood behind Kenchi as his eyes read within the sample of Godzilla’s blood within the small, cramped tent. “I found no wounds on the body that would suggest that this could be an attack, though with his abnormally high regeneration properties, it maybe be impossible to even know that a wound existed that could have dealt the killing blow.” “His blood seems a little thin, but there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with it. It could be something with his heart, but we won’t know until we get into his body and explore it.” Kenchi spoke with a quiet fondness. “Maybe it’s some sort of parasite.” Just a few feet away from the tent, Miki’s body was battered by the frail wind that came up under her. Her thoughts were only about getting Godzilla to Okinawa, but it was a near impossible hindrance to do by herself and she knew whom she had to ask. Koji Shinjo stood against the vista of the looming coffin and Mogera 2; he had come for the fresh night air, getting away from the confined space that was allowed to him in the cockpit of the giant robot. “Shinjo, I have something very important to ask of you?” “It’s a tough time on everyone. It just seems right that you would need my help.” Shinjo’s eye never vaulted from the scene that he was bonded to. “You know more than anyone that Godzilla is needed. That human beings need to learn to live alongside them, instead of killing them out right. We need to learn to share this earth and we will lose the war.” Miki’s pleads came to Shinjo’s listening ears. “What are you getting at, Miki?” Shinjo lowered his brow to Miki’s simple face, tears were already glossing over her eyes. “There’s a way to bring Godzilla back to life.” Miki’s voice was like a fading vapor, hollow and swallow. “You want to bring Godzilla back to life? You’re insane!” Shinjo’s lips curled and stretched, expressing more emotion to his words. “You have to remember Shinjo, if it wasn’t for Godzilla, you wouldn’t be here today. None of us would, because SpaceGodzilla would have destroyed everything. Godzilla can never…” Miki’s words vanished into the erupting shoot of fire that spilt the midnight sky in two. It came out of nowhere, just like the silence that soon followed. Everyone knew what it was and why it was here. It was like a death in the wild, the smell of blood attracted the hungry. A lofty silhouette of something massive scored on the night fallen horizon. The glow of the fire caressed against silvery features, its body loomed with bubbling mass. Its frame laminated with shimmering gray toned, NT-1+ armor plating. Its head was square in shape, with the snout of the machine jetting out, armed with twin rows of steel trapping teeth as they grinned. The creation’s slant eyes wrenched with sharpness, as they laid pointy at the ends, dulled in a bright yellow. Its head was pinned upon a telescoped neck, craning its head away from its massively cramped shoulders. The machine’s shoulders were spherical, nearly two large balls of armor that dwarf most of the robot’s upper body. Stretching steel circled around to form the long barreled Plasma Cannons that adorn the middle of each shoulder. The robot’s chest was smooth and round, forming to large pectoral areas. Suspended under its shoulders were the robot’s biceps, large and toned, giving a look of immense strength. Hefty rectangular boxes of weighty armor dragged at the machine’s arms, the front of it pieced together with four-slender barrels, gauging the robot’s Plasma Cannons. The other half of the burdening metal packed arms was shadowed into a crest, shaping out a thicken shield. The robot’s stomach was tiny and square, almost to small to sport the ample frame of its upper body. Though. Its vast weight was situated on two bulky, chunky legs; its baring feet were edged with four dart-like toes. A well-formed, but stubby tail came from in-between the crowning legs, dished with three rows of tiny square plates. Everyone knew what it was, its form taken from the recently dead. And it was here for one thing, to reclaim its dead brother. Flaring yellow beamed from Mogera’s eyes as the running electricity powered its systems. Gaining treads started to turn under the heavy mass of the robot. “Well, Miki, it seems you get your wish.” |
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| BS Digital Q | Jul 16 2006, 03:37 PM Post #3 |
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