World War K Chronicles

[The Great MM]

The Legion's Return

The Mariana Trench
Pacific Ocean


It is the deepest part of the world. Almost seven miles deep, the trench could hold Mount Everest and still leave thousands of feet of water between the peek and the surface of the ocean! Atmospheric pressures amount to over a thousand times greater than that of the standard atmosphere, enough to virtually crush nearly anything. Even kaiju have trouble enduring this depth. It was so deep, that mankind hadn’t even touched it yet…

But in the darkness of the trench, where fish didn’t even survive, something moved. A single orb of glowing yellow flashed. In time, the orb grew brighter. The sand became visible, but that’s all there was. No life of any kind. With his footsteps, a small cloud of sand rose up, and the creature continued to walk.

It was the size of a man and robed. His hands like twisted claws, the being carried a large golden staff with a crescent shape on the tip. The spear was decorated with all sorts of sea life, mythical and real. His robe was also decorated with sea life, but two demonic seahorses sneered on the back. His face was hidden in the shadow of his robe’s hood, but the glow was coming from a stalked eye. Two smaller ones lifted out, peering out into the water, looking for something.

The Headmaster, the ruthless and vile leader of the dreaded Cult of Q’thulu, marched along for countless hours. He hadn’t slept nor eaten since his cult’s loss at the hands of the A.K.D.F and Dr. Rudolph Ackert, and it drove him even more insane. It wasn’t even the fact that he lost his war that tore him apart, but the fact he had lost his last link to his former humanity, if he ever even had any: his daughter. Meulska was slain in the war, leaving him alone, or alone in his mind however.

But his God didn’t abandon him, not unlike the simple shepherd other mortals worshipped. No, Q’thulu was there, growing in power. The Headmaster had long talks with the deity, often with no response from the entity. But he knew it was here, having returned to Earth and taking new refuge in the deepest recesses of the ocean. He slowly moved, but he soon stopped. A whisper caught his attention. His glowing eye looked around, looking for the source. The hooded head tilted as he recognized the sound. The whisper slowly became a chant…

“Q’thulu…”
“Q’thulu…”
“Q’thulu…”
“Q’thulu…”

From the darkness around the light, something moved. They walked like man, but obviously weren’t. They were half-breeds, human, fish and other sea life combinations. Lobstermen, fishmen, and even octopusmen! The Headmaster looked around as the strange creatures stood around him, chanting their God’s name. As the Headmaster turned around slowly, a strange call rang out. It was like a whale’s song, but much more demonic and wicked. The Headmaster turned around just as a wall of sediment crashed around him. The being lifted his hand, blocking the sand from hitting him in the face. The wall, however, un-hooded his head, revealing his nightmarish face. Dozens of dagger-like teeth poked out of his jaws as he withstood the cloud. The creature shook his head from side to side, strands of bubbles rising from the pink gills on the sides of his head. With a hiss, the Headmaster reached back, pulling up his hood as the sand settled.

Suddenly there was a light… a blinding light as if the sun had fallen into the abyss.

The Headmaster snorted and blocked his eyes again, but no sooner than he did, a great shadow fell over him. The leader of the cult lowered his arm and looked up at the shape that had appeared before him. It was gigantic! The details couldn’t be made, but it was obviously humanoid, but composed of anaconda-like tentacles all compacted together. Four arms fell from its side and a round head sat atop the shoulders. A beard of tentacles dangled from his face, withering around each other.

“My Lord.” The bizarre Headmaster spoke, kneeling down as the entity looked down upon him like a human would an ant.

The entity’s demonic whale-like song called out again. The Headmaster lowered his head as he continued to kneel before the thing. Suddenly it slowly moved out, reaching down. It called again, making the Headmaster look up. The hand of his God loomed over him, extended in length. It could easily crush him like a worthless insect, but the five fingers remained opened, showing the squirming purple tentacles that composed its flesh.

“My daughter…” The Headmaster answered, lowering his head again, “Please…”

Q’thulu sounded again, making the strange hybrids around the Headmaster come aloud again with their chanting. The entity’s palm began to squirm as the tentacles that made it began to spread and pull apart, dangling like demented worms from his hand. Dozens of vine-like tentacles began to entwine, forming larger strands as they dangled down, eventually touching the sandy floor before the Headmaster. More larger tentacles began to fall, forming a pile of slithering objects in front of him. After nearly a minute of tentacles falling from Q’thulu’s open hand, the last one finally dropped, plopping on the six-foot pile.

The hole in the hand closed as replacement tentacles stitched the opening, and Q’thulu brought its arm back. Its strange sound called forth again and it looked down at the Headmaster, allowing his minion to see his lifeless, black eyes. They were almost alien, but somehow natural at the same time. Movement from the pile of tentacles made the Headmaster take his gaze from his God, looking upon the squirming mass. The tentacles were combining, wrapping around one another and thinning out. The purple color turned white and began to harden, appearing as if bone.

Red-wire like strings began to wrap around the white, covering them entirely. The tentacles began to form limbs, changing in color from a dark purple to a pale, almost ghostly color. The Headmaster watched on, stepping back as tentacles that had crawled past his feet were pulled into the gathering. The chanting of the strange fish people grew louder as a human skull appeared in the mass. The skull began to grow muscles, and then flesh. Long black hair fell from the top, and soon her eyes opened. What stared out weren’t human eyes, but soulless orbs.

“Meulska…” Her father said eerily, almost as a whisper.

The form of his daughter took its final shape with the remains of the tentacles draping across her body, flattening out and becoming a black dress that swayed with the current of the deep. She looked at her father, but something was off. Something was still missing. The girl, still as beautiful as before, tilted her young, twenty-four year old head like a predator would once seeing its prey. The Headmaster repeated her name, making her curl her lips. Her teeth were still pointed and shark-like, but she had never bared them at her own father!

With a horrifying shriek, the girl lunged for her father. The Headmaster stepped back, taken by surprise as she bared her claws. Mere inches away from him though, something else happened. A force struck her back, as if a wall had formed and she slammed right into it! She fell with a scream, hissing as she rolled over onto her belly. Her dead eyes stared up at her father as she lashed out again to both his and the cult’s surprise. Q’thulu, meanwhile, watched on like a statue, totally unfazed as if he didn’t care.

The force again protected the Headmaster, this time throwing her back almost ten feet and seemingly knocking her out. The Headmaster looked around, confused for it was not his doing. He took his sight away from his crazed daughter, trying to find his savior once realizing it wasn’t his God. Then, from the crowd of fish people, a figure began to approach. It was like a man, but as it grew closer to the Headmaster’s light, it obviously wasn’t.

It lacked skin! Every muscle in its body was visible. Long strands of hair fell from its skull in random patches. Piercings adorned its chest and face, and it lacked lips. Instead it simply had rows of large teeth emerging from its jaws. On its chest, its ribcage was visible through its muscles, and small spikes emerged from its very boney shoulders. The thing wore no shirt, just torn and ripped chain mail as pants in which chunks of flesh hung from. Its eyes were completely white, devoid of anything, and a small brown sack was strapped to its right side. The most astonishing part was its left arm, or lack there of. The being’s arm was gone, cut off at the elbow, and replacing it a twisted, rusty blade.

“You wanted your daughter back.” The being spoke in a deep, raspy voice. “Shame your God could only do it in physical form.”

The Headmaster gazed upon the ugly creature. “Who are you?”

The thing smiled greatly. “Life’s worst nightmare.” He responded, reaching down to his thigh and pulling out what appeared to be a book from his pack. His blade began to pull back into his arm, cutting into the flesh and allowing a normal hand to rapidly emerge.

For a brief second, the Headmaster caught a glimpse of the book. It was old, very old. Maybe even older than him and Q’thulu. It was as if made from the skin of something, with a horrible, disgusting face imprinted on the cover. The pages weren’t any better, old, tattered, and ripped. The writing wasn’t in any language of Earth, not even the Headmaster knew it.

“I am Demortis.” The being said, looking down as he fingered through the book.

The Headmaster tilted his head again. “A demon? On Earth? Impossible.”

“Improbable.” He quickly retorted, “Been off limits for countless millennia. But we’re back. Seeking what is rightfully ours.”

Above the pair, Q’thulu sounded again with a whale-like call. The Headmaster looked up at the giant, but Demortis didn’t even flinch. He continued flipping the pages of the book until finally stopping. “Your so-called God up there isn’t anything special.” He declared, “You could call him the backwoods, inbred cousin to us. Not very powerful… or bright.”

The Headmaster let out a low sounded snarl to Demortis’ insult. The demon either didn’t hear it or didn’t care. “Can survive for an eternity. Sucking the life out of planets. The older they get, the more ambitious also. They start thinking they’re something in the long run. That they have a purpose.”

The Headmaster didn’t move, just stood still, even stepping back when Demortis lifted his head and looked at him. “Your God is just a… thing.” He declared, “No greater than a fly. He can absorb the flesh, even re-create it… but just can’t get that one thing into a revived body.”

“A soul.” The Headmaster stated.

Demortis smiled again and raised his brow, “You’re catching on.”

“And you can?”

Demortis sneer turned into a chuckle. “Indeed. But it will cost you and your God.”

Q’thulu sounded again, much deeper than before. When Demortis looked up at the giant, it got silent. “Remember who your masters are.” The demon warned, then looking back at the Headmaster. “It’s not so much a cost, but a free gift. One way or another, you will help us.”

The Headmaster roared, “Says who!?”

As soon as the Headmaster asked, the crowd of fish people all called out in pain. They collapsed to their knees, clutching their chests and heads as an unbearable force tried to rip out of their bodies. Some of the creatures began to cough blood, releasing it into the abyss they crawled from. The water began to turn red, and the Headmaster watched on as their bodies began to tear, spilling guts onto the seafloor. Before his very eyes, their bodies suddenly exploded into clouds of red gore, and a glow emerged from red clouds of blood.

Demortis put the book back into its holster and sneered as the glowing blue spheres combined, forming a basketball-sized object that slowly drifted toward the unconscious body of Meulska. The orb fell into her chest, vanishing and radiating a glow throughout her being. Her eyes suddenly snapped open and she breathed in the seawater, gills on her neck releasing a series of bubbles. She sat up, looking at her father and the stranger next to him.

“Father?” She said weakly, struggling to stand.

“Just needed a life-force.” Demortis commented as the Headmaster moved toward his daughter, embracing her in a hug. As they parted, Demortis watched on, arms crossed.

“We have the same enemies, you and me.” He stated, “And there’s not many of us here, or left for that matter.”

The Headmaster stepped away from his daughter. “Yes…” He said, “We will help you.”

Demortis grinned again, “Good.” He declared, drawing out the word. “There will be more arriving, and more Demi-Demons that will need awakening. Much planning to do.” The Headmaster bowed his head and Q’thulu called out again behind him, making Meulska look up at the giant, “The Legion of Darklore is back.”

[The Great MM]

Project Bruiser

A.K.D.F Chimera Base, Pennsylvania
United States

Inside the lab, Dr. Himes sat at one of the tables, eyes buried in a microscope. Beside him, a large dog lay still, ears twitching to every sound that the human couldn’t hear. The dog was huge, even bigger than the Saint Bernard from Cujo! It was, however, obviously something different. It had the basic build of a pit bull, but the fur was almost that of a Saint Bernard. Its head was rottweiler-like, but had a nasty under bite like a bulldog and a purple tongue hung fell from its side. A mane, like that of a chow chow, surrounded its neck and the curved, hook-shaped tail of the breed ended it. The color of the dog was brindle, various shades of brown, tan, and black.

Suddenly the dog’s head snapped to the side. The animal let out a deep bark and got to his feet, growling as the doors of the lab slid open. Miles lifted his head from the microscope, seeing who had entered. “General!” He announced, “Been a while since you’ve been down to this dungeon.”

The older man walked in, preparing to light a cigar in his mouth before his eyes caught the vials labeled “flammable” underneath them. “Never mind.” He muttered, putting the cigar back into his vest pocket. “The boys told me you had some new pet down here. Haven’t seen you up top in nearly three days, doc.”

“That’s not particularly true. Pets are usually fun to have around…” The Irish-American declared as the dog walked around the table to face the General.
“I didn’t take you for a dog person.”
“I’m not.” He quickly retorted, “Meet your third bio-weapon. Age: two weeks.”

The General slid out one of the stools and took a seat, looking at the dog that was staring directly at him. The dog snorted and walked forward slowly, not taking his eyes away from his. With a friendly smile, the man reached out, petting the dog’s head. The beast closed its eyes and whimpered, letting its tongue slump from its jaws. “Good dog.”

“You wish.” Miles sneered, making the dog snort at his comment or the General stopping its petting.

“You’ve been a bit testy since Melissa’s transfer to the Klenthurian lair.” The man declared as the dog turned and walked away.

Miles scratched the back of his head, “It’s a little lonely down here now.” He admitted.

“Sure that’s the only thing?” He probed as the dog jumped up at one of the tables, placing its front paws on the surfacing and wrapping its jaws around an unused microscope.

The scientist turned away, but before another word could be said, the dog dropped the microscope in General Kurich’s lap. The man chuckled, putting the microscope on the counter as the dog wandered off to fetch something else.

“Doubles in size every two weeks.” Miles said , changing the topic and watching as the dog grabbed a phone off one of the tables and yanked the cord out of the wall before carrying it off. “Likes to fetch stuff.”

The dog dropped the phone in the General’s lap and barked deeply before turning around to gather something else.

“Doubles in size, every two weeks!?” The older man responded, more than surprised. As he placed the phone next to the microscope, he had to ask “How big will it get?”

Miles adjusted his glasses, “About forty-five meters. Give or take. Made the same way we did Plague and Swamp. Behind that doggy appearance, that beast has human DNA also. He’ll learn, remember, be able to read, and even develop his own personality over time.”

“I read up on Swamp and Plague.” The General declared, patting its head as it dropped a book on his lap. The dog barked when his hand hit a sensitive part behind the ears. Before he could react, the animal jumped back and its fur exploded to life, quills as long as its leg shooting out in every direction like a porcupine. The General almost fell from the stool.

As the dog growled, Miles called out. “Bruiser! No!”

The animal snorted and turned around to face the scientist, the hundreds of needle-thin quills retracting back into its body. The General sat straight again, “The hell?”

As the dog walked back to Miles, placing his head on his lap to be petted, the scientist explained. “Also worked in some porcupine.”


Klenthurian Antarctic Lair
Antarctica


After the damage that the Gray attack had left on the base, repair crews worked around the clock to repair the domes. Even with the immense amount of lairing the reptiles wore, four had already died from the cold. Thankfully for the race, after they helped defeat the Grays and Redavni, mankind was willing to lend them a helping hand, even if a real truce had yet to be formed that’d allow the two civilizations to co-exist within the same population.

Now cranes, manned by humans, worked to repair the damage. Huge cranes lifted Klenthurian-made walls into place while the reptiles worked to fix the heating units that allowed the race to exist in this harsh environment. Since working together and Solaron was announced to become the commander of a third Klenthurian base at a location yet to be named, the A.K.D.F has become closer to the reptiles. To oversee the repairs and also try and better the relationship between humans and Klenthurians, Dr. Melissa Silver, Alan Saw, and a few dozen soldiers and scientists had been transferred to the Antarctic Lair. There was little trouble, but several of the reptilian soldiers were less than friendly to their human visitors.

But the feelings of anguish were quickly replaced by gratitude for with the humans came several hundred tons of raw, uncut beef. It wasn’t as good as the luxurious Klenthurian food they grew up with, but it’d do for now.

They had been gone for four weeks now, leaving mere days after Melissa and Miles started Project Bruiser. In order to live among the reptiles, the humans had been given their own quarters, two per room. As Alan was off exploring with some of the other men, Melissa sat at the desk, flipping through pictures of Bruiser Miles was e-mailing her on a daily basis.

As she typed up her response, a loud bang came from the door. “Alan?” She called out, looking away from the screen.

“No.” A Klenthurian voice responded before the door slid open, flooding the room with heated air. Saberon stood, red cape draped across his golden armor. The reptilian leader tilted his head, “Dinner time.” He said with a hiss, followed by a sneer.

Melissa stood up from the desk, “Where’s the others?” She asked, almost demanding. While she had volunteered for the transfer job to get a real view into how the reptiles lived, she still had absolutely no trust in the leader that the aliens refused to let go.

The creature grinned, showing his teeth. “They’ll be there. Come on, they got steak. I love steak.”

The woman walked toward the door, following Saberon Tchove as they headed to one of the many mess halls. She ate with the others all the time, but dreaded the so-called meal time of the lizards. Unlike humans who liked their food cooked, Klenthurians ate their meat raw and bloody. Even while down here, she had never seen any of them eating anything other than meat. When she asked Solaron why they never ate greens, despite she seeing him do it on more than one occasion, the answer was simple: plant eaters were looked down upon. It was some sort of social rule.

They walked for about two minutes in silence. The halls were tropical, with green plants hanging from the ceiling, crawling up the walls, and growing from the floor. The walkway itself was covered in dirt. Heating units above them blasted warm air, over eighty-degrees, into the hall and various holographic monitors were also strung about. It felt like a summer day in Florida! Slowly the vegetation ended, turning into a high-tech pathway that lead to the twin doors. As they approached, the doors opened up.

Saberon continued inside as Melissa stopped, covering her face with her hand. It was dinner time alright, but normally the food was prepared beforehand. This time she and her friends were early. The reptiles were cheering as a hooded and scarred lizard held a huge blade above his head, preparing to drop it on a cow’s blindfolded head. When the blade came down and the body dropped, a thunderous roar came from the cold blooded things. Three more younger, brighter green Klenthurians came up, dragging the carcass away as another was lead up to its place.

“Alan!” She shouted out over the cheers once she saw the group. When he didn’t hear her, she called out to Solaron whom stood behind him. The red Klenthurian looked over, waving her over.

As Saberon joined in on the shouting, she began to squeeze her way through the crowd of reptiles, making her way to her friends. “This is heinous!” She declared as she looked away from the second cow now being killed.

Alan was much cooler about it as he smoked. “Not much different from how we do it. Except for the cheers.”

Over the next half hour, the crowd began to calm. The reptiles took their seats in the long line of tables with the humans separated, sitting closer to Saberon Tchove. While he had guaranteed their protection, he also knew the biasness reptiles had to other animals, especially humans.

The four cows that were killed had been taken and slaughtered behind the scenes. Now huge chunks of bloody meat were being passed down the lines of tables. Almost all of the cow had been served, all except for the parts the reptiles didn’t care for, namely the stomach organs and hooves. Saberon had arranged the food for the humans be cooked, but Klenthurian cooking wasn’t the best in the world.

As their plates were delivered by a brown female reptile, Melissa looked down at the meal. It was cooked, but almost too much. As she looked over at Alan’s, his still leaked blood. “Remember, cooking is a somewhat new concept.” Solaron stated before taking a large bite out of a chunk of meat.



Deep Space


For most of the world, it had become forgotten. A new space anomaly, a hole that had torn open just a few years ago. When it first appeared, people were afraid, but that fear was gone. It looked as if a black hole, but it didn’t act as one. It was a portal, a sort of rift in time and space. What lay on the other side is what nightmares are made of. An entire solar system left dead, billions of lives lost forever. Nothing lived here. Replacing the central star of the system, its very own sun, a black hole sucked up the last remains of destroyed worlds.

The devil responsible was unseen, but its minions drifted endlessly. Clouds of energized particles given sentient life from the very force that created the universe, one answered the call and began to move toward the hole. As it grew closer, the gravitational pull intensified, soon it couldn’t escape even if it wanted to. The darkness consumed it in a second, but inside the hole, time stopped. What only took a second took countless lifetimes.

When it crossed over and exited the opposite side, new worlds had formed. It was now in a new system filled with planets and life. As it came through in the form of a beam of light, the entity stopped. It looked like any other solar system it had ventured to, but something was different. It could tell there was life here, intelligent life, but something else. It remained still in the form of a cloud of particles for days, and scientists on Earth watched curiously…

[The Great MM]

Preperations


Genesis Island
Pacific Ocean


Something was approaching the Earth. Something from another galaxy, possibly another time. Its presence in our solar system didn’t disturb us on a massive scale, but the beasts of Genesis Island could feel it. As the world’s astronomers watched it day and night, the strange mass of light rapidly approached the planet Earth. The greatest creatures roaming god’s creation knew it was coming, and as night fell upon the islands, the beasts were more than awake.

For hours on end, the creatures roared into the heavens. The ground was constantly shaking as the titans moved about, kicking up storms of dirt and trees. On top of the termite mound-like nest of the Gnattras, the mighty queen sat perched. Hundreds, if not thousands, of smaller insects moved about, mobilizing for war. The insects moved like black rivers through the jungles, forming lines in both the air and on the ground.

On the opposite side of the island, Gorgs smashed the trees, huffing and puffing. Mange wasn’t far away, marking his territory with urine. Ankylotherium displayed his power, pounding the ground with his clubbed tail. Stryker was coiled, head lowered and tail rattling, even without any other kaiju nearby. All around the island, the monsters showed themselves in similar ways.

But the most powerful was on top the highest peak of Genesis Island. Drum-like beats came not from the source of man, but Thunder. The mighty chimera stood on the top, wings spread and huge fists pounding his chest as his wolf-like head howled into the sky. Suddenly, behind him, the three Killer Gulls appear, calling loudly as they circled the juggernaut. Beneath Thunder, Blagn-Blagn’s mouth released a strange, alien sound as ice constantly formed and fell from his blue flesh.

Lightning began to dance around Thunder’s twin horns and, as the three birds continued to shout, the chimera launched his bolts into the sky, separating a cloud and revealing the stars they covered. As more electricity formed between his jaws, another horrible noise came from the mountain side. Blagn-Blagn and Thunder looked down as Scorpadon rapidly approached the opposite side of Blagn-Blagn. The three birds moved out of his path and soon the rocks fell as Scorpadon landed, flexing his arms and snapping his huge pincers.

As if one, the many monsters of Genesis Island roared in defiance… all except one.

The sounds of the kaiju reached out for countless miles. Ships over a hundred miles away could hear the nightmarish noise.

Beneath the waves, just off the coast of Genesis Island, Taninim’s multi-colored bioluminescent bulbs flashed. The heroic kaiju, the one of a kind mutation, opened its eyes. Ion energy tore through his body as the sounds of the island reached him. A spider-like sense told him of the impending doom, the same sense that affected the other kaiju of Genesis Island. When the kaiju opened its mouth, hundreds of bubbles raced toward the surface.

The guardian’s bulbs grew brighter as he stood up, emerging from the abyss, facing the roaring island. Taninim released his own calling, reaching the ears of the others. The monster’s sound reached the ears of Thunder. The chimera tilted his head and snorted, stopping its electrical charging. As Scorpadon still carried on, the chimera let out a different bark. The sound hit Taninim, and the beast responded quickly before turning around.

The fish leaped into the air and came down in a dive, vanishing underneath the waves. Not far away, one of the defense towers was ecstatic. No kaiju had tried to escape yet, but Taninim was the only beast allowed to leave freely. Word was transmitted back to the A.K.D.F. Chimera Base, but soon this commotion on Genesis Island would be the last of everyone’s worries…


Klenthurian Antarctic Lair
Antarctica


Saberon sat before the main control room, enjoying the heated air that was blasting over his scaly body. The alien reptile flicked his tongue as he closed his eyes, merely listening to his workers with little care. Like mankind had, the Klenthurians also watched the object emerge from the hole at the end of space, and like the humans, they had no idea what it was. But since it first came out, Saberon left the worries fall upon his own workers.

For three hours now, Rosie had been roaring outside the base, much like the Genesis Island kaiju. The sounds were starting to grow annoying, the high-pitched wails penetrating the heated domes of the base. Thresher was put on reserve, already stationed miles away in the ocean. If this new thing proved a real threat, even to the Klenthurians, he’d face it head on.

“That walrus’ damn noise is starting to hit my last nerve.” The warlord complained through a hiss as he opened his eyes.
“We could taze him.” Gatoro said, standing tall behind the sitting Klenthurian. The hulking, humanoid crocodile glanced down at his old friend.

Saberon hissed again. “And he’d rip this base apart.” He sat up and leaned forward, “Something is obviously going to happen. Even Thresher is on edge it seems.” Saberon nodded to one of the screens, showing an orange dot moving in circles. Thresher was in the ocean, but swimming in circles in a very anxious manor.

Before Gatoro could respond, the doors behind the pair slid open. Dr. Melissa Silver walked in, picking a tropical leaf off of her shoulder. Gatoro looked back and stepped to the side as Saberon’s seat spun around. She looked at the pair.

“If the need arises, Thresher has been authorized to be deployed.” She stated to the pair as Solaron and Alan followed her in.
Saberon spat. “As if I needed human authorization.” He muttered before following up. “Good.”



Henz, Inc Corporate Headquarters
Moscow, Russia


Patrick Pyatt stood, talking to military officials from various countries. Russia was their biggest funder, and with help of them, Cuba, North Korea, and China were now aligning themselves. The money they once gave to the A.K.D.F. was now going straight to them, allowing for faster development of weapons projects and even biological programs like Swamp and Plague.

“And what about the pilots?” The Chinese official questioned through poor English.
Patrick smiled, “In due time.” He announced.

Due to the young age of the three Heavyclaws pilots, their identity was being kept top secret, even to those pouring money into the machine.

“We expect results!” The bearded Russian man nearly shouted, slamming his fist down on the table. “So far all you have given us is a tin crab! And that you had to salvage!”

Patrick straightened his back and clapped his hands together. “Gentlemen, please.” He insisted, taking a breath, “Things like this take time. Heavyclaws has only been on three missions, and every one of them the A.K.D.F. has had a hand in them somehow. We haven’t had our own true victory yet. Once we do… then.”

The Cuban man took a drag of a cigar before putting the remains of it out on a tin ashtray. “And how much longer will that take!?”

Patrick smiled again. “I have a feeling this new space phenomenon may give us that victory.” He grinned, “But in the mean time…” The CEO of Henz said, removing his black shades and reaching down. What he then lifted up was a folder. “This will peak your interests. You’ve wanted biological anti-kaiju weaponry, and this is the first step.”

He placed the folder back down on the table, back on the pile. Quickly and easily, he slid each of the men one of the folders. “Of course, this is all top secret.”

One of the men, the Chinese general, looked down, flipping through the paperwork. “Project Leo… Leoicix?”
“Leoxic.” The CEO corrected, “It’s underway as we speak.” He announced, more than proud.
The Russian looked down at the folder, noting the name of the person in charge was blotted out. “Why is the creator’s name blacked out?”
Patrick pretended to cough, “Highly classified.”

[The Great MM]

Heavyclaws vs. Partacala

Berlin, Germany

The skies above the German city were flashing with light. The phenomenon that had emerged from the Ulysses’ Hole had finally reached the Earth. It zipped around the gas giants, dodged Mars, and came to a stop above the Earth! In the exosphere, the highest reach of the atmosphere, the object remained, sucking up energized particles. As the eyes of the Earth watched the event happen, something else began to change. The cloud of glowing particles began to form a shape! Pointed arms formed, stretching out from a central core. Energy continued to pound the phenomenon from every side as more and more pointed limbs stretched out.

What was once a shapeless mass of pale blue light formed a three dimensional object, a sort of star. Dozens of bolts entangled the shape as particles swirled around the object. It slowly spun in the air, its seventeen points all the same length and width. Before the world could even be warned… the horror began to descend. It slowly lowered down, passing through the various layers of the atmosphere!

Countless bolts of untamed energy began to rip into the shape, vanishing into the energy mass underneath the glass-like material that encased it. It reached the clouds, and its body instantly parted them as it came down, energy tearing from its body. The people within the city looked up, covering their eyes as bolts of lightning exploded from the sky and snaked around the tallest buildings! The entity continued to lower itself down, sucking up and expelling energy from the atmosphere!

Panic began to spread.

Before the monster even arrived, countless people stampeded to whatever shelter they could. Fires began to build as vehicles collided, their fuel sources igniting from a single spark. The cries of millions rang loud before a single beam of energy was catapulted directly downward! It ripped through the tallest structure of the city, instantly vaporizing the entire man-made marvel.

More and more beams began to strike the city, turning entire buildings into microscopic, glowing particles that fell to the ground like dust!

And then it arrived. It lowered itself from the sky, coming into view. A stationary, rotating three-dimensional star! Bolts of energy continued to swirl around its gigantic form…


Henz, Inc Corporate Headquarters
Moscow, Russia


“You gonna’ put on a bra this time, Jamie? Last time you were so exposed you made Kimmie loose focus and fuck up the entire plan!” Justin commented as he finished tying his shoes. The young blooded Justin Marks smirked.

“Hey!” Chao Kim shouted back from across the locker room, “My calculations were precise! If you idiots could only follow them...”

Jamie Brooks sighed, keeping to herself as she tightened the straps around her waste. The nineteen-year old, fresh out of high school, was a gifted gamer, winning numerous national championships throughout the world with her near unmatched gaming skills. There was only one person alive that could outmatch her, and he was the team lead: Justin Marks.

All three of them were extremely young for this sort of work, thus their identities were being kept top secret. They weren’t even sure if the president of the United States knew who they were. One day they were playing an exclusive demo on their game station, and the next officials from Henz, Inc. were at their front door. Turned out the demo they were playing was actually a testing ground to find the best of the best, and with multi-billion dollar contracts, they joined the Heavyclaws crew.

Only their immediate family knew of their true work. Friends and classmates believed they were somewhere in Europe for a long term foreign exchange student program. Justin led the team, the most talented of the group and also the oldest. His light brown hair cut down extremely short, he was moderately built, but still nowhere near a soldier like the A.K.D.F.’s Zachary Styles or Alan Saw. He was an average Joe to everybody else. Chao Kim a stereotypical Asian kid: nerdy, socially awkward, jet black hair cut obnoxiously short, the habit of wearing white button-ups, and a pair of wiry glasses.

Jamie Brooks was the only girl of the team, and she also stood out the most. A traditional punk girl, gearing entirely in black with long black hair, the bangs dyed purple and green. She was actually rather attractive to the others, but she didn’t care. She began playing games at a very early age, and thus she became more friends with boys than girls. Rumors around her school said she was a lesbian, a fact that she has yet to deny or confirm.

“If you two would stop worrying about my boobs and focus on the controls, we wouldn’t have been upstaged by a damn tree.” She commented, referring to their last mission against Lincoln.
“I stopped worrying about those things after I saw ‘em last week.” Justin smirked to Chao’s dismay.
“Dreams don’t count, little boy.” She declared, putting on a skull necklace.

Before another word could be said, a suited form appeared at the doorway. “If you three don’t focus, you won’t have any dreams.”

“Sorry, boss!” Chao quirked as he finished tightening the belt around his blue jeans.

“Indeed.” Patrick Pyatt, CEO of Henz, declared, looking down at the three controllers. “In less than a half hour, you three will be on your way to Berlin. The monster, dubbed Partacala, is attacking. It is stationary and new, we have no data on it. Heavyclaws has been authorized, but the A.K.D.F. are also on their way.”
“God damn it!” Justin cursed loudly, “Every freakin’ time!”
“You have only once chance of victory before they arrive. Take this out, and not only will Heavyclaws get its due, but you three also.”
“If we don’t?” Jamie asked quietly.
“The A.K.D.F. will, again.” He said, “And you will be upstaged, again.”


Berlin, Germany


The city was in complete ruins. Over three fourths of the metropolis was completely gone, replaced by huge seas of fire with Partacala hovering slowly overhead. The people that survived took shelter in underground bunks made during the original kaiju age. Despite nighttime falling over the city, the glow from the flames made it as bright as day. All traffic going into the city was stopped; every lane filled with vehicles trying to escape the wrath of the space beast… all but one lane.

One lane was completely empty for miles, but a glow appeared on the horizon. A tractor trailer trucked ahead, in the back, the three teens watched the dozens of screens. Above them, hidden within the clouds, Heavyclaws approached.

“We’re nearly there.” Chao declared, “Weapons armed. Ammo count maximum.” He adjusted his glasses, “We’ll lead in with a gun barrage.”
“Whoa! You’re not in charge, we should go with the ion beam!”
“If the thing didn’t absorb energy from the atmosphere, sure. I don’t know if a person with as small intellect as yours could understand this, but an ion beam is made of ion energy!” The Asian kid shouted, “the gatlings are the best route!”

Jamie rolled her eyes as she pressed the X-button on her controller, “Power generators running at 100%.”
“Target incoming!” Justin declared as the truck came to a stop just outside city limits.
“Guns ready.” Chao said, manual targeting.
“Fire at will!” Justin nearly shouted, overly giddy.

Heavyclaws passed by the star-shaped entity, the creature itself paying no attention until it spun around, claws popping open and twin gatling guns firing wildly. Jamie Brooks and Chao Kim targeted the top and bottom of the thing, pelting it with tank-sized rounds of metal. A strange sound came from the alien before an invisible wall caught the projectile attacks, melting them in an energized barrier.

“Switch to rockets!” Justin ordered.

Hatches on top of Heavyclaws opened up, and quickly numerous rockets began to unload. Dozens of trails of smoke snaked around each other before impacting on the body of the thing. A huge ball of fire expanded across its body before the flames were sucked up into the star-shaped body.

“Could have told you the flames would be absorbed too, but no!” Chao retorted as Jamie began to rip into it again with her gatling gun.

From the forward pointing limb of Partacala, a flash of light was followed by bolts of energy connecting it to the ground. Sparks began to fall before a terrible beam of tremendous power tore through the air! The beam smashed into the body of the robotic crab! The beam dented the armor as if it were made of tin and sent it crashing down, flames and smoke spewing from the damaged hull.

“That thing packs a nasty punch!” Chao commented as Justin stood the machine up.
“Here it comes again! Eat this!” Jamie cursed it as she began firing her gatling gun again.

The huge rounds bounced off of Partacala’s body, landing hard in the destroyed ground. As it slowly rotated and approached, bolts of energy began to fall from the heavens, striking its body and vanishing into the shape. “Power levels rising! It’s about to fire again!” Chao shouted.

“Get some!” Justin shouted again, launching Heavyclaws into the sky as another particle beam fired, barely missing.

Jamie continued to fire away, but her assault still had no effect on the alien. “Use the acid, Chao!”

As Heavyclaws passed over the alien fiend, another particle beam fired at an upward angle. The robot dodged to the side as its other claw thrust forward, acid spraying from twin nozzles wrapped around the gatling gun. The liquid sprayed over the shell-like body of the star, but merely washed off as if rain, flowing down its body and splashing, and sizzling, on the ground.

“Acid has no effect!” Chao declared.
“God damn it!” Justin cursed, taking his focus off of the battle for a brief second.

Before he could react, a beam fired directly upward, smashing full-force into Heavyclaw’s underside! The particle beam exploded on impact, hammering the machine higher into the air and rendering its hull into nothing! As the beam finished, the crab began to fall, followed by a wide tail of black smoke and glowing embers. With a horrible thud, Heavyclaws crash landed, making a tidal wave of debris to rise up and fall.

“Jets are offline!” Chao shouted as various warning messages appeared on screen.
“Jamie!” Justin declared, lifting Heavyclaws up on its spear-like legs again.
“I’m on it!” She declared, dropping her controller to the floor and sliding her chair closer to the terminal as she began to type commands, trying to restore power to the jets.

“It’s up to us!” Justin declared, “Use the guns. I’ll use the beam!”
“The beam won’t work!” Chao again assured as he took control of both gatling guns and began to fire both weapons at Partacala.

Like before, the rounds either bounced off its body or were disintegrated in an invisible wall of energized particles.

As Partacala slowly approached again, bolts of energy falling on it from the heavens, Heavyclaws began to move to the side. A cannon on its face emerged, channeling ion energy to a dish-shaped cannon. A flash of blue light was followed by a blistering beam of ions! The beam tore across the landscape before striking Partacala, but the beam simply vanished into the glowing core of the shape! A whale-like noise followed as it absorbed the ion energy!

“I told you!” Chao shouted at the top of his squeaky lungs.
“Shut up and keep firing! Switch to missiles!” Justin demanded again, “NOW!”
“When this fails, it’s gonna’ be on your head.” The Asian muttered, activating the rocket launchers.

“Almost done rerouting power to the jets.” Jamie said, looking up from the screen to see what Justin was planning. “What the hell are you doing!? You’re gonna’ make us lose!”
“Shut up and fix the jets!”

As Heavyclaws slowly backed away, Chao continued to fire both gatling guns and rockets at the shape. The entity remained still, allowing the missiles to explode on its body and the flames be absorbed. Justin pressed his ion assault, adding to the buffet that was being given to the creature.

“What is your plan!?” Chao Kim demanded to know as he began to run low on rockets.
“It’s not attacking, is it! We can feed it until Jamie fixes the jets!”
“That… actually makes sense.”

Heavyclaws continued to back up as Partacala continued its advance, devouring the energy that was being thrown against it.

Back in Moscow, Patrick Pyatt watched the battle unfold on his own personal feed from the machine. He raised his brow as he slammed his fist down on the table and pressed a quick dial button on his phone. “Chao! What the hell is going on!?”

The voice of the boss almost made the kid drop the controls. “The jets are down! This thing can absorb any and all energy… we’re feeding it until Jamie can fix us.”
“Don’t worry about us, boss! We’re almost done here! Once the jets are fixed, I have a plan!” Justin shouted over his co-controller.

“No!” Mr. Pyatt demanded, “You’ll retreat.”
“But”
“That’s an order!”

“I got it!” Jamie suddenly announced, “They’re glitchy, but they’ll work to get us out of here!”
Chao dropped the controller and looked down at the floor. “Another failure.” He whined.

Justin bit his lower lip as he launched Heavyclaws into the sky again. Partacala stopped and remained hovering, slowly rotating as if watching the crab grow smaller. The entity released another sound as Heavyclaws eventually vanished from the battle.

“God damn it!” Justin shouted again, standing up and throwing the controller to the ground, shattering it.

[The Great MM]

Partacala's Advent

Klenthurian Antarctic Lair
Antarctica

Saberon Tchove and the others watched the battle in Germany unfold. The reptilian warlord hissed, holding back laughter as Heavyclaws fled from the alien entity. “We’d never turn and run.” The Klenthurian laughed as his chair pivoted around so he could face Melissa Silver and Alan Saw. “So?”

Alan opened his mouth to respond, but the arrival of another Klenthurian pushed him aside. The Texan grunted, giving the reptile a dirty look before taking his sight back to Saberon. Again the man opened his mouth to respond, but Melissa’s phone began to ring.

“Not-uh.” Saberon said, waving his finger.

Before she could respond, speakers inside the control room began to play General Kurich’s voice. “We’re just now arriving in Moscow to talk with Henz.”
Melissa looked at the Klenthurian warlord. The reptile nodded.
“Dr. Silver?”
“Y-Yes. I’m here.” She said, looking back at Saberon who smiled and turned his chair around.

Solaron moved forward, stepping around the humans and numerous reptiles to approach Saberon. “Don’t overstep your boundaries, Saberon.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Solaron.” The Klenthurian snarled back quickly, “We’re not in some human base. You lot will play by my rules.”

“We’re arriving in Moscow now. I’m giving authorization for deployment of Thresher.”

Those words from the General made Saberon turn his focus away from Solaron. The Klenthurian smirked, “Goooood.” He hissed with a hint of malice.

A sound came from one of the holographic screens at the front of the room. As if he had heard the words come from the General’s lips, the orange dot representing the cybernetic shark began to move away from the ice at rapid speed. Thresher was on his way to the North, to confront the latest invader of the Earth.

“When are these damn aliens going to realize this place is mine?” Saberon complained as he stood up, cracking his neck and looking back at his human visitors.


Henz, Inc Corporate Headquarters
Moscow, Russia


A loud bang rang through the locker room as Justin Marks punched a dent into the metal siding of the lockers. Jamie looked up from the bench, sighing. “Calm down.” She said, “Not our first defeat.”
“The first time we had to retreat!” He shouted, “We came in two times and took down that turtle and giraffe freak, then get upstaged by a damn tree and now we run from the mascot of Kay Jewelers!”

A series of beeping noises made Justin turn his head to the side, looking at Chao as he pressed the buttons on some handheld device. “And what the hell are you doing!?”
“E-mailing my mom.” The Asian kid said, not looking up, “She was worried after that fight.”
“Momma’s boy.”

Patrick Pyatt appeared at the entrance of the lockers again. “All three of your are on leave as of now.” The man stated, “Heavyclaws will need heavy repairs.”
“You’re sending us HOME!?” Justin nearly shouted again.
“Did I stutter!?” Patrick responded, even louder. “You three do not work well as a unit. You need to fix that.”
“And how do you suppose we fix that?” Jamie said, looking up from the bench.
“What? None of you have heard of online gaming?”

Approaching Moscow, the Super Transport Deluxe began to lower from the clouds. The Moscow airport had been cleared, allowing the massive ship to safely land. Inside the hull of the warship, the Hessian awaited action. Before he would be deployed, the forces would come face to face with their biggest rival: Henz Incorporated. The company picked them up and drove them to the headquarters where they’d meet the CEO of the multi-billion dollar company.

General Kurich, Zachary Styles, and Miles Himes were lead to an elevator and then a rather large room filled with a single, circular table with dozens of chairs, all overlooking a scenic view of Moscow. “So why don’t we have such a view?” Zach commented as he looked out the window. “Rather beautiful.”

The General pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. “I wonder who all sat in these chairs.”
“Probably the leaders of nations that no longer fund us.” Dr. Himes said smugly as he also took a seat.

The large black doors of the office opened up and Patrick Pyatt walked in, adjusting his collar. “Good morning, gentlemen.”
“It’s four.” Zach said, turning away from the view and sitting down.

Patrick placed a briefcase on the table and popped it open. “My own scientists have come up with some answers, possible weaknesses, for this new creature.”
“So why don’t you also kill it?” The General said, reaching out as the business man passed him some papers.
“You saw the battle, didn’t you?”

The General looked down at the paper, “You think it’s heading toward the North Pole?”
“Think? No.” He replied, “It’s heading directly north. If it reaches there, it will destroy the magnetic pole.”
“Mass destruction.” Dr. Himes said as the General passed him some of the papers.
“The only reason I wanted you here.” He declared, “You have full support from Henz for this.”

“I want to meet the pilots of Heavyclaws.” Zach suddenly declared, not even looking at the papers.
“Out of the question.” Patrick declared, shaking his head. “They’re on leave anyway.”

“You think water would beat it?” Dr. Himes said, fingering through the pages.
Patrick narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know.” He declared, “Just one of the possible answers.”
Dr. Himes flopped the papers back down on the table. “You do realize particles can remain energized underwater, right?”
The CEO simply shrugged, “I didn’t come up with the stuff.”


Baltic Sea Coast
Germany


After the meeting with Patrick Pyatt, the forces moved to intercept the entity as it moved North. Waiting for it on the sandy beaches, the Hessian stood tall, dull armor glistening in the afternoon haze. “Be careful, Zach. This thing is a nasty one.” The General’s voice came over.
“You also have some friends coming to play also. Taninim will be there in just a few, according to his tracker.”
“I swear that fish is psychic. I’m not complaining though.” He said back with a smile, relieved he’d have an ally in this fight.

While Plague and Swamp were getting back in shape after their ordeal with Metabolar, they both weren’t fit for long battle yet. He was snapped back to reality as a shine in the distance indicated the arrival of Partacala. The creature came with a storm of constant lightning, always falling from the sky and vanishing into its body. “Should have named this one Sparky.” He stated, lowering his battle helmet over his head.

As Partacala grew closer and the skies above began to darken, the sea behind the Hessian began to bubble. It could only be one thing: Taninim! A wall of ocean water lifted up and fell back down as Taninim stood tall, roaring greatly. The fish’s many bioluminescent bulbs flashed various colors as he walked forward, long finned tail slapping the sea repeatedly. With a snarl, he looked at the Hessian before turning his gaze toward the alien in the distance.

“Just like old times.” Zach grinned, acting as if Taninim could hear him.

As Partacala moved closer, it slowly began to rotate. More energy began to entwine the entity. Before the pair could react, twin beams of blistering energy tore forward! The beams smashed hard against both the Hessian and Taninim! A wall of fire expanded outward as the pair stumbled back. Taninim roared in rage as ion energy began to build in his toothy maw. As warning lights inside the Hessian’s cockpit began to flash, the hotshot pilot squeezed the controls.

Just as the twin beams came to a stop, both Hessian and Taninim returned fire! Crimson beams of energy leaped from the Hessian’s circular eye as Taninim’s jaws parted, blasting his famous ion beam! Partacala stopped approaching and remained steady as both beams washed over its form, vanishing into the mass of glowing light underneath the shell-like body.

“Looks like the fools at Henz weren’t lying!” Zach commented as he lifted the Hessian’s shotgun arm and fired.

A thunderous boom followed as the gun fired, blasting the creature with tremendous firepower. The rounds had no effect, and the huge pellets fell to the ground. As more lightning fell from the sky, zapping the shape, Taninim trucked forward! The guardian collided with the alien, trying to push the creature back. Smoke began to rise from Taninim’s hands as the intense energies turned the green scales to ash. More energy was surged into the hero before finally he was blasted back. With a whine, the mutation began to crawl away, hands burnt black.

The Hessian stepped forward, intense energies gathering in his huge cannon. Zach leaned the robot forward as he watched the screens build the energy. As if a habit, Zach smiled before shouting. “Neutron Blast!”

The Hessian pointed the cannon at the shape just as the beam fired. A blinding flash was followed by the unmistakable bang. The ground lifted up as the beam caused the Earth beneath it to crater. The most powerful anti-kaiju weapon smashed against the star-shape, completely engulfing it! As fire began to build on the line between it and the Hessian, the robot stood back up straight. Zach smiled as he watched the flames dance.

“Suck on that.”

After numerous seconds, the huge pillars of fire began to dwindle. Lighting began to fall from the sky, zapping an unseen shape in inferno. “Impossible.” Zach said, stepping the Hessian back as Partacala emerged from the blaze, sucking up the fires around it.

Partacala began to slowly rotate again, its body glowing even brighter as it sucked up more energy from the sky and the flames around it. As it did, one of the many pointed arms suddenly launched forward, followed by a long tail of ember-like particles! The arm smashed against the chest of the Hessian, instantly exploding! Huge chunks of crystal-like shell embedded in the armor as a hole formed on the body, exposing wires and other innards. Zach smashed his hand against the controls, firing another blast of his shot gun as he struggled to keep the machine standing. Just after the huge pellets pinged off of its armor, a strange sound came from the entity. Another particle beam launched from its pointed limb, striking the Hessian’s legs! The knees exploded outward, armor and circuits being vaporized on contact!

“NO!” Zach shouted, holding onto the controls. Like a falling tree, the Hessian fell backward, landing hard on its back.

Taninim watched the Hessian collapse into a heap and leaped to his feet. The hero shrieked in rage and began to charge forward! Another noise came from the alien as another one of its limbs launched forward. The heroic kaiju leaped to the side, dodging the arm and landing on his belly. Like a lost rocket, the limb smashed into the side of a nearby hill. The soil lifted up, sending a wave of debris up and crashing down in the form of a landslide.

The kaiju shook his head and snarled, preparing to leap to his feet again. Just as he stood up, another particle beam fired from the shape, striking the fish’s skull! Taninim yelped in pain as he fell back again, smoke and fire rising from his now crimson skull! Partacala slowly began to rotate again and move forward, its strange sound ringing loudly. As it passed by, Taninim began to stir again. He again fought to his feet and roared defiantly as ion energy was channeled into the lure on his head.

Throwing each arm to the side, the fish released a tremendous flash of light from the lure. The ion flash could normally bring down any and all adversaries by sending ion energy directly into the body of another, but to Partacala, it was nothing but another source of food! Taninim stepped back, shocked as Partacala wasn’t even fazed! The hero collapsed to a knee as lightning continued to strike the alien. The two arms the shape had lost re-spawned, firing another particle beam as they enlarged.

Taninim closed his eyes before the beams struck. The fish kept them closed for what seemed like hours. When he finally opened them, the beam that was posed to take his head clean off his shoulders was stuck in mid-air, swirling as an unseen force caught it. Standing in the water where Taninim had come from, Thresher stood. The cybernetic warrior stood with his hand stretched out clenched in a fist and his eyes burning red.

With a flick of the wrist, Thresher sent the particle beam firing upward, angling up and instantly vaporizing a flock of birds fleeing the battle. The object began to rotate once more as Thresher sneered, lowering his head and spreading both arms to the side. Before him, the ground began to split, huge crevices being formed as he used his mind to tear apart the Earth.

“You’re my latest victim.” He cackled as he lifted the chunk he carved.

The slab of Earth, almost 130-meters wide, was shot forward like a cannon shot! The chunk of Earth smashed into the pointed arm of Partacala, breaking in half. A brown cloud of dirt spread around the shape as the uplifted soil settled, raining to the ground. As if nothing happened, the object moved forward, burnt stones and dirt falling from its body.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Thresher lifted his hand again, holding the shape steady as his eyes flashed red again. The ancient evil focused his psychic powers, trying to crush the alien. The shark snarled as he tried his best to crush the powerful body of the villain. Finally, at long last, a crack formed between two of the pointed arms, spilling brilliant light as if it were blood! A strange noise came from the object just as it retaliated, firing a beam of energy at Thresher!

The beam exploded on his armored torso, instantly vaporizing the Klenthurian metal. The beam reached the blue armor underneath, rendering it as if paper. The shark collapsed, roaring in pain as his blood began to flow from his wound. As Thresher kneed down, another particle beam struck his shoulder, sending a spray of crimson flying up and blasting him back! The body of the ancient shark kaiju landed back in the sea and vanished in the abyss.

The alien sounded its call again and began to move forward again, summoning more lightning from the heavens above. It moved forward, passing over the fallen Hessian. Inside the cockpit, Zach struggled to make the Hessian stand, but the leg joints weren’t just damaged, they were completely gone! Suddenly all went dark inside the cockpit as the entity passed overhead. Like sponge does water, Partacala did energy. It tore the raw power straight out of the robot! Long strands of energy tore out of the Hessian’s crimson, dulling eye as more and more emerged from the damaged chest, joints, and various other ports.

Without a care, Partacala finished draining the machine of power, depleting its entire reserve. It passed over the sandy beach, but just as it did, Taninim again crashed into its back! The shape sounded again as more intense energy was channeled into the guardian’s body, blackening his scaly flesh. So much energy spilled into his body that several of the bulbs on his chest popped as if pimples! As Taninim tried to drag it back, another particle beam exploded between it and Taninim! The hero was catapulted back, landing hard on his back.

With nothing left to stop it, Partacala continued its trek to the North Pole! It passed over the water, and suddenly beams began to fall from its underside! The beams hit the water, making plumes of steam rise up and the sea boil as it tried to attack Thresher, hiding underneath the water. Soon it stopped, slowly spinning as it waited for something. In the distance, a triangular fin broke the surface!

Swimming just underneath the surface of the sea, Thresher rapidly approached again. The object spotted Thresher appearing and began to fire again! The fin lowered down as Thresher dove deeper, allowing the beams to strike nothing but water. Firing beams all over the place, Partacala’s every shot missed until Thresher exploded from the depths directly underneath it!

Partacala began to rise up, firing beams directly down. Thresher lifted his arm, gripping the entity with a telekinetic hold as beams detonated on his armored head and shoulders. As the alien’s sound came again, Thresher fought through the intense pain. One of the beams smashed hard into his saw-sword, blasting it and part of Thresher’s helmet clean off! The shark screamed in pain as a fountain of gore sprayed up, but he kept his hold on the shape. He began to drag the object down!

Partacala tried to escape, trying to pull itself higher. Thresher lowered down even more, submerging more of its body as he dragged the shape down. The lower points touched the surface of the Baltic Sea, and steam began to rise up! The entity sounded again, even louder than before as it fired dozens of beams directly down. Thresher remained submerged, blood pouring from his numerous wounds. He looked up, watching on as he dragged Partacala into his domain.

Upon submerging, the shell disintegrated, spilling glowing particles into the water. The particles instantly faded. Thresher had discovered its weakness as he continued to pull the alien down, killing it as he did. Loosing so much mass and power, it became easier as more and more of Partacala was destroyed by the sea. The dark sea began to glow brighter as the final remains of Partacala were dragged to its doom, leaving nothing but boiling sea and a cloud of steam on the surface.

On the seafloor, Thresher stood, eyes burning red and clouds of crimson growing all over its body. The shark lowered his head, snarling as he relaxed his arms and hands. Once again, the most dangerous of all of Earth’s kaiju had saved the Earth instead of destroying it like he wanted to… and it still pissed him off.


Back at the battle zone, a hatch on the shoulder of the Hessian popped open. Agent Styles looked away from the sun, putting on a pair of sunglasses as he surveyed the damage. “I miss the good days when we could destroy anything and everything.” He said to himself, lifting himself up and closing the latch. He stood tall on the Hessian as half a dozen helicopters appeared over the hill Partacala had destroyed when its limb launch missed Taninim.

The heroic kaiju was still alive, but in a world of hurt. He had seen his share of bad days, and this would be ranked up pretty high in his worst defeats. The fish looked at Zach as the human looked around. With a groan, Taninim laid his head back down on the ground as he closed his eyes to rest. He’d sleep today and travel tomorrow…