In the Hall of the Kaiju King

“The messages intercepted from our potential enemy prove most intriguing... they intend to amass ships... but for what purpose... Krystalak has performed their duty most adequately... the time for listening in is up however... there’s only allowed to be one empire of space mutants... it’s mine goddammit!”

With that, Xeno spun across on his command chair, glancing out into the deep abyss of the outer reaches. This bizarre fleet could potentially be a threat to the Crystalline Armada... and under Xeno’s watch, that could not be permitted.

Atop the bridge of the Jagged, the flagship of the Crystal Armada, a recovering Xeno was sprawled in the command chair, the more Kaiju like structure of his form still very much in a skeletal shape as the DNA reconfigured the Gojira tissue in a crude form of regeneration. Standing before him, a creature not unlike a molten golem bowed before him.

“YouR HighNess, WhaT is to RepOrt?” The golem, Obsidius, grunted as he glanced up at his wounded commander.

The false king sighed before slamming one of his glass like fists into the side of his quartz throne.

“Our gambit may in fact yet be delayed... alas I have more... important matters for our forces to attend to... I refuse to accept the appearance of these rust-bucket starships in my territory!” Xeno snarled with displeasure before sighing gutturally.

“We must muster our forces to show them who truly rules this universe. I request that you and Krystalak send scout ships to investigate... we do not know of their capabilities yet... but once their weaknesses are gathered, we will move to crush them utterly... am I understood?”

Obsidius nodded slowly in understanding, “UnDerstOod.”

 “Bwahahahaha!! C’mon now Jet, don’t scare the young’un! Bet this is the first time he’s seen a robot, let alone one that can grow like you!” Godzilla snorts out with laughter, unable to control himself upon seeing Reiwa’s shock and hearing his outburst. He thought it sounded a bit childish with the whole “That’s so unfair!” bit at the end, but he didn’t pay it any mind.

Jet, on the other hand, laughed along. “A-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh no worries, I had no intention to frighten! But, if I did, I do sincerely apologize, Reiwa! You see, I am quite the special robot! Monarch was able to construct me with a very metamorphic type of alloy; a metal that is able to expand and shrink without structural imbalance! So, I can quite literally grow to titan-size at will!” he explains. “Of course, being this massive has its drawbacks, what with collateral damage and what-not… but here on Monster Island, I need not worry about such things!”

 “Jet, what did I just say about being careful with Reiwa?” Godzilla sighs a bit, before chuckling as he speaks to Reiwa; “What did I tell ya? He’ll prattle on for ages unless ya stop him.”

Reiwa simply processed this information that was provided to him... perhaps a bit too much considering how the robot seemed to, as Godzilla had previously mentioned, ‘prattle’ on about certain tidbits.

Nonetheless, what he had observed was similar to his own observations, these humans had their own organisation that was dedicated to at least understanding Kaiju kind. Their means had seemed for the most part, benevolent, alas the craving for knowledge could always prove dangerous.

 “Heh, no need to be so formal ‘round monsters here, Reiwa. A simple ‘hi’ is more than enough.” Godzilla chuckles as he’d then turn to look down at Jet. “And you! Glad to see you’re still up and about,  ya tin can.”

“O ho! But of course, noble king~! How else can I perform my duties as the protector of Monster Island?” Jet laughs boisterously, before he’d take a couple steps back… and right before Reiwa’s eyes, the robot started to GROW! Taller and bigger, until he was as big as Godzilla himself, if only a few feet shorter! “Aah, there we go!” he’d then turn to Reiwa, grasping his hand in a firm, vigorous handshake.

“Such a pleasure to meet another of the king’s kin! As he said; Jet Jaguar’s the name! Monarch’s top security robot, and guardian of Monster Island!”

“Well, heh, if you say so.” Reiwa would, upon being invited to do so, lower his formalities, relaxing his posture somewhat as he continued to curiously gaze down at this... robot he’d dare to call it. Speaking of which... he didn’t seem that short anymore.

Nearly knocking himself off of his feet in shock, the visitor would gaze in awe as the ‘tin can’ as Godzilla had referred to it as, had grown about to his height.

 “Right, right. Just making sure, Reiwa. Well, that’s how I’ll refer to you as, then.” Godzilla nods slowly as he’d then raise himself out of the water, once the beach-side of Monster Island drew near. It was a titanic-sized island, artificial in nature, a couple of miles off of the coast of Japan. All made possible with Monarch, of course.

 “Aah, home sweet home! Welcome to Monster Island, Reiwa! This is where most of the Titans reside, or at least, those who feel that they want to settle down and call this island ‘home’!” he’d speak proudly, as anyone would do when talking about their home. Just as they were about to take a step onto the island, though–

“HALT~!” a voice rang out from below. And as Godzilla and Reiwa would inspect the source, a human-sized robot would be standing before them, holding his hand up to signal a halt. “Godzilla, my friend, my optics must be frazzled up again! Or am I seeing things right? Is there another of you?!” he’d ask, as Godzilla rolls his eyes and mutter under his breath to Reiwa;

 “Oh great… brace yourself, this one’s a yapper.”

He’d then speak up clearer for the robot to hear; “Yeah, your optics ain’t messed up, Jaguar. This is me. Or, well, another of my species, to be precise. This is Reiwa. And Reiwa, this is Monster Island’s guard, and one of Monarch’s most prized projects; his name’s Jet Jaguar.”

The island itself, whilst seemingly similar to his own home, was clearly much larger than the realm he had previously considered his own domain. There also seemed to be something partly... unnatural perhaps about this place.

Upon taking his first steps onto foreign sand, the sudden sound of a yelling sound would halt him, prompting Reiwa to glance down at the ground. There seemed to be a small mechanical being down there.

“Uhhh... What... who?” Reiwa would sweatdrop slightly, taking a brief step back, unsure as to whether this newcomer was friendly, hostile... or as Godzilla had bluntly implied, annoying.

 “Alright, just making sure, heh. I’ve been known to be rather… coarse in my language when around others.” Godzilla smirks a bit. “But of course, it’s all in good fun in the end.”

As they began to approach their destination, a noise reached both of the Gojis. A noise that’d be unmistakable for both of them; the clicks and ‘singing’ of whales. Lots of them. Seems like Godzilla wasn’t kidding when he talked about the ecological ‘boom’ that he and the other titans had caused.

 “See, what did I tell ya? That also means we’re close… now…” he’d turn to look at Goji for a while. “When we get there… you want to have a distinguishable title so we don’t get mixed up? Hmm… you said something about being called ‘Reiwa’ earlier. Mind if I refer to you as Reiwa? And second, I’d wish for you to stay close to me. Some of the island residents might get… well, confused or anxious from seeing another of my species.”

Coarse in language huh? Coarse language had never hindered him in the past, he probably had heard many things infinitely worse slip from his enemies. Ghidorah came to mind quickly... well, rather one aspect of the hydra that was. That bunch were trouble for sure, even if he wasn’t sure what kind of trouble just yet.

“Well, if that’s the case I look forward to it. A little bit of banter doesn’t hurt anyone right?”

The sheer scale of the massive pod of whales truly was impressive, the amount of soundwaves traversing the seas as they glided past pinging off of him. Reiwa naturally would be distracted briefly by this sight, taking a moment to get a better glimpse, a soft toothy grin as he observed the spectacle.

It would be the query of the other titan that brought him back to reality, blinking a few times before nodding curtly.

Godzilla would huff in acknowledgement. “I am most certain he has, and his ancestors are proud of him, just as they are of you.” he speaks, his voice spoken like that of one who has seen countless eons pass by. “Do not worry, by the way. Even if I am supposedly your elder, I do not think it diminishes whatever title or stature you’ve achieved. And you are one of my kin, after all. If I ever appear to be disrespectful, please do let me know.”

At the answer given to Goji’s diet, he’d just nod a bit. “Then let me invite you to dinner once we get to Monster Island. The emergence of us titans has really made an impact on the ecosystem, and there’ll be no shortage of whales to feast upon!” he’d laugh jovially, and if it wasn’t for the sea-water constantly crashing upon their bodies, the younger Goji would notice the elder one drooling at the thought of sinking his jaws into whale-blubber.

Goji seemed to take pride in the comment of the other, nodding in response. “As I am proud very much of him, I could not have been in more safe hands as a young’un.”

Upon being asked about whether he was offended or disrespected, he appeared to tilt his head partly in confusion. “You have demonstrated nothing but respect to me this whole time, I believe I am honoured to be in your presence.”

All this discussion about feasting was admittedly increasing the hunger of the younger Kaiju. Sure, it hadn’t been the first time Goji had the fortune of discovering whales near his island... they did not come by often and as such, it was more of a rarer, seasonal treat.

Godzilla would sniff at the younger one for a bit. “New, yes… but you carry the scent of a superior one.” this worried Godzilla a bit. Did one of his kin go off and form a lineage of their own? And he had no clue about it? It made him feel… well, ‘worried’ was perhaps not the right word, but… guilty? Yes, a small pang of guilt shot through him, that he had not been there to witness members of his own race forming such a lineage.

 “… Your father, I assume? Is that who I smell upon you?” he’d ask with a soft, almost jovial chuff. “He must’ve been a great member of our race. But… hey, let’s not dwell here. Let me guide you to my island…” and so he’d sink himself below the ocean again, waves crashing around him as he’d more or less ‘flop down’ into the water and begin to swim off in a direction that, perhaps, Goji had never swam in before. It lead to the waters of the far east, however, so maybe it’d be a familiar route.

 “… Just curious, but what do you eat? I know members of my kind mainly sustain off of nuclear radiation, but… I’ve taken quite a liking to whales, hehe… it’s kind of why the other titans tease me for looking like one!”

“Well yeah, that probably would be my father yes, he has joined his ancestors in whatever afterlife the great warriors of our kind go.” He would remark for a moment, a soft sigh as he tilted his head down partly in respect before he was invited to travel with the elder Gojira to his own island.

With a graceful push of his legs, the younger titan would glide out into the ocean in pursuit of the other Kaiju. The route itself was one he had traversed himself once before but the destination was presumably one unknown.

“Well, I eat what nature sustains me with, generally seafood and the critters that roam my island, occasionally harvesting some of the trees for fruits.” Goji would explain to his elder counterpart, stifling an amused huff upon hearing that said Gojira was compared to a whale.

So, he was also known as ‘Gojira’, but from… a different era? That title confused Godzilla for a bit, as the much larger titan would lower his head down to get a better look at Goji. His warm breath flaring out of his nostrils with each breath he took as he had a good look at Goji. “Hm… well, you seem very similar to me, indeed… but you also look young.”

He’d state, not to insult Goji, just merely making an assumption. “I’ve been around for a long time, young one… back when this Earth was still young, and chaotic.”

The ancient larger titan was not inaccurate in stating that he was much younger, in fact, he hadn’t taken charge from his now deceased father until fairly recently, about a decade ago at most.

He huffed from his nostrils before giving the elder Gojira a slightly sheepish glance. “I would quite frankly say you’ve got me there, I am still fairly new on the scene.”

His eyes flared with curiosity upon hearing that this one of his species had been around for... way longer than he had been around... perhaps even earlier than his earliest known ancestor... perhaps he shouldn’t bring him up, considering the fate that bestowed that one.

“Ohh, that’s quite a feat, especially considering your claims that the world was once more chaotic than even now. I can tell you’ve fought many battles more than me.”

@nuclearshxgun | Continued from here

The closer he got to the source of the radiation, the more thoughts began to stir in Godzilla’s head. Just why was this source so similar to himself? He knew that there was probably more of his kin around, the fact that Tsumiko lived was fact enough. But something so… similar to himself. It just made no sense. But soon enough, Goji would be face with the oceans themselves rising up above him, as the King of Monsters ascended and stood upright, the ocean water dripping off of his form, as he’d stare down his smaller, seemingly younger-looking counterpart.

 “… Well, this is odd.” he’d mutter, nostrils flaring as he’d breathe deep. “You… You feel like me, yet you’re not me… I guess you and I are of the same species, that much I can understand. But… hrmf, doesn’t matter.” he huffs. “Who are you? I am Godzilla, the King of Monsters. But most of my friends call me Gojira, or Goji.”

Did his eyes deceive him? It hadn’t been the first time he’d seen one of his own kind. He’d met the one called Kamata before, yet it was a bizarre occurrence even then to be face to face with one of his own... this one in comparison was more powerful and by comparison, ancient to him.

“I agree... I thought my species was particularly rare, yet here I stand before you.” He took a moment to blink at the king in question... king for that matter. Did that mean he was outranked?

It had been a few days now since Xeno had last been quite literally flung back into space, the Younger Gojira had returned back to his island in the Pacific, having gone on patrol a few times since, but mostly lazing around... that was until another presence grabbed his attention. It seemed larger, more powerful and very similar to his own. He would raise his head from a rock towards the direction of the disturbance.

Battra flies back a bit before he notices the Beam lock the two Kaiju have gotten into. It seems to be fairly even… But, of course, the Divine Moth isn’t going to just stand there and let this play out fairly. Battra knows that he didn’t lay an egg before this, since he didn’t really think he was going into such an intensive fight. The Kaiju stands there, contemplating what to do without being killed instantly, as both sides are incredibly strong. That much he knows. Looking at the Crystals around him, Battra would get an idea. Hopefully this would at least distract the Crystal Tyrant.  “I will not be defeated by an inferior clone… Prepare to meet your end, Xeno!” Battra yells, before he fires his Eye Beams into the Crystals, hoping that either they’d hit or at least distract the Space Godzilla from his Beam lock. 

The struggle appeared to go on for at least a minute, until a grazing shot of the eye beams would fizzle past the space monster, prompting the balance to be disrupted, the beam of blue sizzling closer to the crystalline entity’s skull when suddenly, in a flash of smoke and a deafening crack, the beam struck its target, launching the extraterrestrial Kaiju quite some distance. It would be unlikely that this battle would last much longer, considering how the crystal pillars, without the presence of their master, seemed to dwindle.

Indeed, the remains of the imposter’s body seemed to disintegrate into a fine white dust as merely the crystalline components would survive, a display of flame surrounding it as it began to depart the atmosphere from the blast.

“Now that is done... good riddance, when will that shoddy beast learn that this planet is protected?” Goji would remark, before glancing across to where the battle moth was, arguably not in the best of shape at current. They had assisted, if not for the most part, fought his foe by themselves for the most part.

The Divine Moth tries his best to avoid the Beams of Energy shot out by Xeno; He managed to avoid the first one, but his lagging speed due to his open wound bleeding his life blood everywhere began to catch up with him. The second beam hit him right across the chest, blowing him backwards a few feet, as a giant gash opens up across his thorax.  Battra let out a curse under his breath as he swerves to the right to avoid the Burning Blast of familiar energy as he looks around. Dammit, is Gojira already here!? Battra is now faced with a conflict; Stay and finish off and possibly deal with an Irate Godzilla, or leave and have the possibility of Xeno escaping and hunting him down. Pausing, he’d look between the two Kaiju, before he decides to do the one thing he was created to do; Protect the Earth. Letting out a screech, he’d fire more Eye Beams at Xeno while he was down. “Gh… I may not last long, but as long as I have fight in my body, I will protect my… Planet Earth…!” Battra declares, before coughing up a bit of blood. 

Well well, what a surprise, it had been Xeno to show his face around these parts and cause havoc on Earth, how dare he. If there’s any individual that Goji knew would haunt him if he was defeated, it would be this tyrant. The presence of a wounded Battra at the scene puzzled him somewhat, hadn’t Battra been hostile to his presence in the past? Then again, his meeting with Biollante prior had proved that some opinions proved otherwise.

“Get off this planet...” The king decreed, before rushing up and quite frankly, blasting the space creature at point blank range a few times, a bit more of the crystalline entity’s body smoldering away as Xeno would attempt to counterattack.

“What was that about the ‘wrong side of history’ there, friend? I’d best think you need to look in the mirror first before you make such self-derogatory claims. If a certain scaled bastard told me anything, then it’s that the Earth is eternal, and those who defend it are usually aligned with that of justice. I just happen to think that their version of justice is too lax. But enough about me.” Battra would conjure Spheres of Prism Power, before tossing them all into the crystal forest that Xeno had created. Reflecting from Crystal to Crystal, the Spheres would turn into a deadly game of Dodgeball, with the Space Godzilla being caught right in the middle of the crossfire.  The Spheres of energy bounced from Crystal to Crystal, some of them crossing paths with Xeno before bouncing off and going into a nearby crystal. All the while, Battra simply flies back a bit, watching the Carnage unfold.

“You wretch, I did predict such treachery from one such as yourself, your kind are too attached to this miserable planet.”

This ‘game of dodgeball’ from Xeno’s perspective was probably the most important game he’d played in his life, considering quite frankly, it was probably on the line.

Battra would pull back from the tornado of Death that the Godzilla clone began to stir up, but only just; As he flew backwards to avoid being hit, one of his legs was unfortunately caught in the crossfire. With almost no fanfare, it was cut off, flying into the newly formed Crystalline forest, splattering one of the crystals with Yellowish blood. While it wasn’t much of the leg, and it certainly isn’t enough to cripple him, it was definitely a indicator that he probably shouldn’t get too close to Space Godzilla. The Divine Moth let out a bit of a roar in pain, before looking around. Wait, the crystals! Of course, why did he not think of them before? Flying backwards, he’d fire his Prism Beams towards the crystals; But, instead of trying to break them, instead, the Prism beam seems to almost go inside the crystal… Before bouncing out of said crystal into another Crystal. Almost like a light towards a hall of mirrors, it began to reflect and reflect off of all the crystals raised around the two. Until, of course, one of the crystals near Space Godzilla began to glow slightly, before the Prism Beam flew out of it, towards the Clone.

“Your own crystals will be your undoing. You may not be native to this planet, but it seems you need to learn your respect to the gods that inhabit it.” Batra states, before firing off more Prism Beams in the crystals, watching them bounce from Crystal to Crystal erratically. He would have to thank his sister for such an idea; He had no idea his beams could be reflected like light until he used it to stop a raging Godzilla.

At first, the defeat of the battle moth appeared to be imminent, all according to plan. From Xeno’s perspective, crippling his target would only prove to further sap them of their energy.

“Your futile attempts to avert what your destiny has set forth is admirable... a pity you’ll be on the wrong side of history.” He remarked upon seeing the moth drift closer to the ground.

Though the ‘Battle Mothra’ was well used to attacks from Godzilla’s Atomic Breath, enough to even resist them, these Beams that the Space Clone shot out were clearly on another level. Another league, and even Battra wasn’t sure if he could resist such a powerful attack. As such, he had to momentarily delay his charge with a mid-air roll to the left. Of course, that was when he had sensed him in the distance. The abomination himself, Godzilla. Just what Battra needed; An abomination and the Alien Freak. He considered fleeing. He really did. But, when his mother Earth cried this loudly to him… He couldn’t just stand here and do nothing! 

“I do take you for a fool! I’ve always taken you for a fool! A clone of a fool is a fool’s fool! And there is no way I will lose to a Fool’s fool!” Battra retorted, before his horn began to glow. As expected, Prism energy began to crackle, though it seems instead of forming around him, the energy instead formed behind Xeno. Taking the form of a Giant Crescent, he’d fling the Divine Energy straight at the back of the Clone, before his eyes began to shine with Red, Demonic energy. Letting out another roar, Battra fired two beams of Prism Energy straight at Xeno’s chest.

“Your judgement is clouded... I can determine that you cannot determine whether you are wiser to stand your ground or run. That is why you have been held back.”

His attacks would tire out Battra soon enough, yet another presence disturbed Xeno significantly, considering he knew he was in for an even tougher fight after Battra was defeated. Nonetheless, it wasn’t impossible for him to beat both but definitely a challenge.

The gush of energy of the divine sort would flip him backwards, propelling himself into a spin akin to someone floating in space. Whilst knocking the wind out of him, he promptly began to rotate, sharp crystals protruding in a manner similar to that of a sawblade. One of the beams would strike him in the tail, inflicting some further damage, grimacing slightly as he continued spinning into a death wheel.