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ESCALATING CONFLICT

G-Force Temporary Field Command, New Guinea

The command centre erupted into cheers and congratulations, men being slapped on the back and hands being shaken, as the video screen held its shot of Godzilla’s body lying in the shallow water.

“We did it,” Commander Aso breathed. “We finally did it…”

New Guinea Lakeside

Professor Yoshiwara was the first to arrive, gazing up in reverent awe at Godzilla’s unmoving form.

“We need to cordon off the body immediately,” he declared. “We need to know for sure whether he’s dead.”

Behind him, Miki looked regretfully up at the prone Godzilla.

Four hours later

It had taken a while for any further forces to arrive, mainly thanks to the untamed region of New Guinea in which Godzilla had fallen, but eventually a perimeter was set up around the body, patrolled by armed G-Force troops, with officers and scientists bustling back and forth. A few minutes after Godzilla was incapacitated, MechaGodzilla had been sent back to G-Force’s Japanese Headquarters for repairs and refuelling; it had used up most of its power in the fight with Godzilla.

Amidst all the commotion, no heed was paid to Miki as she sat at the side of the unconscious Godzilla, her head between her knees as she cried quietly.

Inside, however, a technician’s eyes widened as he pulled a pair of sensitive earphones from his head.

“Commander!” The man shouted. Immediately, Aso was at his side. “Sir, listen to this,” he handed Aso to earphones. “Hear that? It’s faint, but it’s there.”

Aso’s brow creased. “What is it?”

“It’s a heartbeat. Sir, Godzilla is still alive!”

Kagoshima Bay

Dr. Miles Write set down his cup of coffee and looked intently out at the dormant shape within the enormous hangar. A few hours ago, the news had come in: Godzilla was down. At last, G-Force had actually fought Godzilla and won.

“So they finally got him, huh?” The doctor muttered to himself. “I guess that just leaves you and me, huh?”

Anguirus snored away beneath him, intravenous drips hooked to its skin regularly pumping in additional tranquiliser to keep the enormous animal sedated. It had certainly been a difficult job to move the creature all the way from Hokkaido, and even more difficult to convert the offshore airbase- one that was constructed less than five years ago to combat Godzilla- into an enormous ‘pen’ to house the creature.

Next to the kaijuologist, however, there was suddenly an accelerated bleeping. Write looked down at the readout that showed Anguirus’ brain activity. The machine was scrawling jagged spikes all over the page. Beside it, a heart monitor accelerated, louder and louder.

“Oh my God…”

Just as Write slammed his palm down on the alarm button, Anguirus’ eye shot open, the creature’s spiky tail thrashing and instantly snapping its bonds. Shredding its restraints, Anguirus rose to its feet with a furious bark. Brushing its spiky carapace against the walls, Anguirus snapped its jaws at the air. It was impossible; the creature had been routinely pumped full of tranquilisers. There was no way anything could force itself to stay awake through all that…

Anguirus slammed its full weight against the front of the hangar. Tempered steel buckled like paper as Anguirus burst into the cold outside air, howling triumphantly as its tail swung and smashed its way through the solid walls behind it.

With a final honk, Anguirus reached the side of the tiny island and, diving into the rolling water, Anguirus was free.

Government Construction Facility, Saradia

“So they’re serious,” General El Hassan muttered as he looked over the report.

“Forces from the United Arab Emirates have already amassed themselves at the border, sir,” his aide replied. “They are demanding that we cease the project immediately.”

“I see,” the General nodded. “Thank you. Prepare a line for me to contact my opposite number in the Emirates… and ready the weapon.”

He looked out into the hangar, one hand on his forehead as his features broke into a smirk.

“Yes, master,” he breathed. “It is time for you to tread this earth once more.”

Saradian Border

Saradia was a tiny principality, located on the border of the United Arab Emirates and owing most of its economy to its oil reserves and military projects. After learning of its latest project, however, the UAE, with full backing from the United Nations, had demanded a cessation to this project.

So, in the vast reaches of the Arabian Desert, the armed forces of the UAE were prepared for an armed insurgence if, in the remaining five hours, the project was not ceased. The mood was tense all round: nobody there wanted war. The middle-east had seen its share of it in recent years. But they had their orders.

The Commander of the unit looked tensely for any sign of movement across the border.

“Commander,” one of his men addressed him as he handed over a radio. “General El Hassan, sir.”

“Finally,” the commander breathed as he took the device. “General. Shall we discuss terms.”

“I have considered your government’s demands, my good man,” General El Hassan’s voice came in over the radio. He somehow sounded elated, like a child being allowed to drive his parents’ car. “And here… is my response.”

“Commander,” a technician shouted, “There’s something on the radar- coming in fast!”

And, flying in from the distance, there it was. The commander looked up, saw the fruit of Saradia’s project, and dropped his radio.

“Dear Lord…”

Massive wings constructed from metal panels glinted in the sun’s light as the muscular body, covered in metal armour, blinked with light from a single pod situated at the base of the middle of three elongated necks. The creature was one that drove fear into the hearts of any man; the creature that had threatened all life on this planet. But it was King Ghidorah no longer; the central draconic head was replaced by a cold, metal copy, as was most of its formerly gold-scaled body. Its calves and segments of its twin tails were coated in metallic armour, and the central head’s empty green eyes contrasted starkly with the dark orbs of the other two. Turning down to the troops, the central head opened and let loose a cold, metal cry.

“Now, Mecha-King Ghidorah,” General El Hassan smirked in the cockpit, “Shall we decimate them?”

A stream of white energy, as thick as the monster’s neck itself, shot from the cyborg’s central head, with snakes of green and red lightning dancing around it. From the other two heads, tongues of yellow energy lanced out to complete a widening arc of fire. The blasts struck the assembled tanks and missile launchers below, everything they touched turning to flaming wreckage as everything before Mecha-King Ghidorah became a semicircle of blazing explosions. The creature sailed overhead, raining burning destruction down upon everything beneath it.

“Get me air support!” The Commander howled into his radio. It was the last thing he said before he was engulfed in flame.

The entire force was reduced to a shattered, burning mass before they could fire a single shot in retaliation.

“Now, master,” The General chuckled to the empty cockpit, “We shall make this world your kingdom, and then…” he looked up at the ceiling almost nervously, as though he was talking to some terrible master. “And then, will it stop?”

Yes. He would lead his master to destroy, and form its new, eternal kingdom from the ruins of this world. And then the sound, the call to war, it would stop.

What’d I tell you? Anguirus is back, Mecha-King Ghidorah is unleashed, and to top it all, Godzilla’s out of action. Yup, it just doesn’t seem like it can get worse, eh?

Next Chapter: It gets worse.

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