Godzilla|Marvel Saga Book 1: WORLDS COLLIDE

Part 18: Battle of Westchester

WESTCHESTER, CONNECTICUT

The war on SpaceGodzilla continued to rage.

A progeny of a black hole and unknown cosmic elements, the alien monstrosity wailed as the world around him was saturated in explosions, smoke, and fire. A forest of crystal spires surrounded him, shielded him, empowered him as they drew strength from the earth and sun itself. His piercing cry broke through the bombardment, a squadron of planes overhead releasing their ordinance to create a hellstorm of destruction. Another flock of streaking laser-guided missiles swooped in from out of sight, impacting the refracted translucent barrier and bursting into flames.

"Go for another round?" One of the young jet pilots asked, her voice betraying her excitement. "He looks like he could take it."

"That is a negative." The wing commander responded. "I just got word that some UAV's are gonna make a run on that thing. And we don't wanna be in the field of fire. Maybe next time Warbird."

"Aww." The woman complained.

Red-ringed pupils tracked the fleeing fighter squadron, timing the retaliation. With a pulse of his mind, the tallest of the crystal spires cast a white bolt into the group, striking one of the jets in a brilliant inferno. As the debris fell out of the sky, he had already started to focus in on one of the other jets when a new assault began.

Far above, unmanned drones released their payloads, attempting to circumvent his crystal shield by dropping their munitions straight down. But their presence did not go unnoticed. Eyes that pierced the vastness of space, gazed into stars, nebulae, and quasars fixed in on the soaring craft, seeing their plummeting missiles. His cranial horn flashed, and a streaking, twisting torrent of cosmic wrath shot out from his maw. The Corona Beam worked its way among the projectiles like a game of connect the dots, contorting like a writhing serpent to intercept one after another.

Finally, the drones themselves fell prey to the orange bolt, exploding them so fast it was almost in unison. Seeing his work done, the SpaceGodzilla growled menacingly.

"Godammit!" Air Force Colonel Glenn Talbot slammed his fist on the table, the big screen at the front of the room fizzing through a blizzard of static. The other Air Force personnel in the room went quiet, taking in the fact that the monster from another universe was virtually untouchable. The data on the monster provided by the Fantastic Four had been enlightening, even if it hadn't been very useful for a means to defeat it.
"SpaceGodzilla..." Talbot spat. "Who the hell came up with that name?"

The live satellite feed reappeared on the monitor, it showed a bird's eye view of the monster in the center of a battlefield, explosions going off all around him. Talbot lowered his head down to the desktop and placed his forehead in his hands, massaging his fingers through the short hair. With SHIELD doing all it could to muster the coordination just to keep its normal operations going while dealing with a national and global crisis, the US military was picking up the slack in fighting the monsters. The Avengers were far-flung, the X-Men either hiding under the rubble of their mansion or fighting in China, and the Fantastic Four were engaging another of the invasive monsters in New York.

With no help seeming to come from the super-heroes, Talbot felt he could do little more than keep the SpaceGodzilla occupied enough to prevent it from leveling a major city until permission came down from higher to deploy munitions of greater magnitude on populated US soil.

A series of explosions went off on the screen, and a number of the crystal spires collapsed and fell to the ground. Talbot looked up, watching something manage to achieve a measure of success.
"Must be those artillery boys on the hill." He mused, thinking of the several batteries of regular Army and National Guard artillery units deployed from the surrounding states, firing from their positions several thousand meters away.