Fallen World: Wrath of Shin Godzilla

Clash in Earth and Sky

Thousands of feet above the ground, the Male M.U.T.O. hunted. It did not seek to consume its target, but bring vengeance on its attacker. Instinct countered this move, a force that subconsciously instructed the beast to retreat, but what would be the point? For years he merely survived with no purpose and for the first time, it held a goal within its reach. The challenge excited the M.U.T.O. to its very core.

Sound waves echoed from the parasite, allowing the beast to track its attacker using echolocation while using the dark clouds above as cover. As he realized the UFO now floated beneath him, the M.U.T.O. fell into freefall.

No sound emanated from its descent. The M.U.T.O. ensured of this as it zeroed in on its target. The beast dived through the upper layers of clouds before bursting forth to discover a bright, golden light. The parasite immediately spun to the right, evading a golden beam of concussive power. The clouds behind the beast parted from the shockwave allowing light to shine off the spaceship below. The M.U.T.O. let loose an irritated crackle, unsure how the ship sensed him coming, but it wouldn't matter in a few seconds!

The M.U.T.O. closed in on its target, red lines glowing across its scythe like appendages. The spacecraft charged another focused blast, the port on its side shining with unfathomable amounts of power. Scanning its opponent, the vessel could detect the conversion of radiation into electromagnetism—something that, if left be, could affect its operations and mobility. To prevent this from happening, the pear-shaped craft fired off the golden beam of concussive energy. Once more, the winged parasite swirled around the blast, narrowly avoiding it. The gap between the two closed drastically. Bringing up his glowing hook-like arm, the M.U.T.O. prepared to slam it against the extraterrestrial ship.

The Millennian vessel was quick to counter this. The bump atop its shape burst with waves of concussive shockwaves, throwing the Male M.U.T.O. into a spiraling, downward freefall. The attack ripped through the thick, gray clouds, allowing the Male to discover the ice-covered land and the vastness of the cold ocean below them. Fluttering his wings to regain his air equilibrium, the Male circled around to gain momentum. During the fall, he had lost focus on generating an EMP, a technique originally employed for far-distance communication with others of his kind. But it seemed that in this new age, the EMP could be used offensively against the flying constructs of man, just like what he faced today! Directing his internal radiation through his long appendages, the right hook blared red with the conversion of radiation into electromagnetism. He hoped to clap his outer arms together, igniting the EMP as he had done in the past.

But lo, for not all would come to fruition.

Dropping from the sky with little turbulence, the Millennian ship halted when it reached the M.U.T.O.'s altitude, banking a hard left and driving straight into the parasite's sternum. A pained and irritated series of chirps escape from the winged creature, all the while the UFO pressed onward. They were falling at a slope, and would inevitably hit the earth and snow. The port hosting the cannon illuminated with a golden hue, indicating a soon to be quick death for the M.U.T.O. if he did not act fast.

As the seconds tick, the Millennian's software analyzed this organism's cellular structure. There were some quirks and benefits if this was chosen as their genetic template. The hard armor, echolocation, and electromagnetic pulse could serve some use. With these powers, it could easily render the technology of this world utterly useless, allowing it to roam unabated. The only drawback from taking from this organism, as is the case with nearly all other lifeforms on this planet, is the lack of the magnificent miracle it needed. While Earth hosted many animals more than capable of tissue regeneration, very few of them could have the power to repair its broken DNA, having lost their individual forms in eons past.

But even more than that, from all the extracted data, it understood the miracle that Shin Gojira was. A creature that could adapt to an environment through self-mutation and perform vast regeneration at a pace no Earthly creature could match.

Why waste time absorbing from many different creatures, when all it needed was a template that would allow it to bend the rules for its own gain?

Even with the pain pressuring on his sternum, the Male M.U.T.O. kept his sense of composure and focus. He hadn't lost the EMP generating in his arm. With death's door seemingly imminent, there was no time to process how things would turn out. He needed to act now, or die. Lifting his glowing arm up once more, he didn't hesitate for a moment.

The cannon readied for discharge.

The arm came down.

*****

The fragile wall leading to the next chamber didn't even need a grenade to push through. Shoveling his hands through the ice and rock with effortless ease, a gaping hole in the wall allowed Mechani-Kong to peer within the darkened room. Although trace amounts of Element X lingered, it was almost all but absorbed.

Even before shining light from his bulbous eyes, the dull illumination of Element X and some faint bioluminescence helped shed light on what stirred inside the chamber. Inside the chasm a large, eight-armed monstrosity, layered in a viscous fluid, lit up by the narrow, red visor for eyes and an orange-yellow hue from her abdominal region. Beneath one of her hook-like claws a creature, a strange monster half its size and reminiscent to a moray eel with digitigrade legs and maple-leaf dorsal fins, lingered. It sprawled under her wrath, and would have been as good as dead had the wall not suddenly collapsed.

When Mechani-Kong's eyes burst with illustrious light, it revealed more of the scenario at hand. Behind the M.U.T.O. was her chrysalis, broken and in ruin. Evidently, Shin Gojira suffered mortal wounds, oozing with hot blood and steam. Its mouth was lined with remnants of the M.U.T.O.'s cocoon, which painted the perfect mental image in Mechani-Kong's digital consciousness.

For a brief moment, the ape's system abruptly halted before rebooting back to normality. Although the Millennian's upgrades had allowed Mechani-Kong to be impervious to Element X's magnetism in normal circumstances, the magnetic properties in conjuncture with the M.U.T.O.'s EMP tested the limits of Mechani-Kong's enhancements. Had he been shut off for any longer, the induced hypnotic state of the big Skullcrawler would have worn off. Fortunately, this was not the case.

The Female peered at Mechani-Kong, growling with contempt. It was bad enough that a pest had tried to eat her from within her resting place, but now two more had come! She took note of the primate's unique signature; it was clearly inorganic by nature. Not only that, she could see electronic tentacles phasing through the walls, tethered to the machine, like a puppet. Much to her delight, the gleaming hominid began to take several steps back, away from her. The other lizard-like one just stood still. She chattered at them as a warning cry. Any closer and she would not hesitate to fight them. When Mechani-Kong stopped, his mouthpiece opened to reveal the speakers. Emitting white noise, his orders were clear to the Skullcrawler.

Attack.

The Skullcrawlermade a mad dash toward her. Deciding to feed on its carcass later, the Female M.U.T.O.swiped the small Shin Gojira aside, hitting the wall and burying the mutationunder a pile of large rocks and siphoned Element X crystals. Bringing her twolarge outer arms up, she raked at the large Skullcrawler to keep him at bay.The sharp, hook-like claws scraped against the bony exoskeleton of the lizard'smuzzle, keeping the Skullcrawler away as predicted. But the lizard-likecreature had a different tactic up its sleeve.

Throwing his long tailout, it wrapped around the Female's two large left arms, binding them together.With immense flexibility, the rest of the Skullcrawler's body lunged toward herwith precise accuracy. Before she even had time to protect herself, the bigone's mouth opened wide, clamping around her windpipe. Any and all movementonly resulted in the inward teeth sinking in deeper, putting her life at stake.The reptile devil's left hand firmly clutched on the upper arm near her head,cracking the viscous armor. The right hand navigated its way toward her glowingsack, hosting her brood, hoping to slice it open with his claws. But the M.U.T.O.'ssmall, inner arms grasped onto the incoming threat, protecting herself in anyway she could.