�The turrets have been manned. Overhead gunners and a air squadron is on its way sir.� One of the younger officers spoke to Hemmingway as Jet stood behind him. Hemmingway stared up blankly at the monitor overhead. �How long before the air squadron gets here?� Hemmingway asked, wiping sweat from his brow. �Could be twenty minutes sir.�
�Damn, we don�t have the time. Jet, I know you haven�t finished your training but it�s time. If we don�t get the Jaguar out there� there wont be a splinter or an ash left of this place, got it?�
�First tell me what the hell is going on.�
�You know what�s going on, he�s coming. He�s coming to total this entire base and the only thing we can do is have you fight for us.�
�Holy shit that old man wasn�t senile�� Jet said as he stared up at the monitor.
�Wait a second�� Jet declared.
�There is no time Jet, suite up and meet me at the holding hanger in five minutes.�
Hemmingway took off running in the opposite direction, while Jet was suited up.
The costume they put the man in was rather flattering, to a point. It was skin tight and it nearly smothered him the first time he had put it on, but that was only a few days ago, he had gotten somewhat used to it by then. It was black with his name in scripted on the left far collar bone. It had many tiny little �motion� capture like orbs that where meant to fallow his movement while piloting the Jaguar. He darted forward and raced toward the hanger. He was sweating, and his heart pounded. The hanger entrance doors opened and he ran inside.
�Now Jet, I know you haven�t completed your training, but it is imperative that you pilot this thing right now. We have no time. We�ll instruct you as you go.� Only thing Jet could do was nod as he climbed up onto an elevator that led him to the cockpit. The machine was cold, stationary, much like a statue. He stared as the cock pit doors opened, a strange looking cannon appendage rising and revealing the cockpit. He climbed inside to what was a simple placement. Several cords had to be attached to the suite he was wearing and his feet where strapped to a bungee web that allowed him to recreate a walking like motion. He saw the doors close as a monitor appeared before him and goggles fell down to his side. He put the goggles on slowly and then he saw the hanger bay. He saw its dim shadowing and its gloomy posterior.
He let out a tiny sigh before he was jolted by a powerful shock. His body went into a spasm and then he was released from it. He opened his tightly shut eyes and saw light in the cockpit. The machine has been turned on he thought. They must have complete control of that? Ah well, didn�t matter. Everything needs a kill switch. He wouldn�t let it worry him. He heard a loud grinding noise as the hanger bay doors opened. Pavement split as it did so and a mess of light was shined in through the large opening. Jet looked up to and the machine mimicked his action.
He could see through the robots eyes which where now glowing a bright yellow. He clenched a fist as did the machine and then it lifted. A elevator pushed the Jaguar up about half way out of the bay, light� outside. Something Jet hadn�t seen since he got here. He observed the ocean surrounding the island he was stationed on and then with a near instinctive motion the machine�s feet began to glow. Red spurts of flame busted out the heels of the robotic feet. The machine raised higher and higher until it hovered above the hanger bay door, nearly thirty feet. The doors shut and the machine landed.
As the robot landed, steam and flame worked away at the pavement below it. The machine stood there, in unison of Jet, both waiting their orders.
�Now Jet.� A slight raspy voice came from with in the cockpit, it was Hemmingway�s. �Here is the deal, Godzilla is a couple of minutes a way, the moment he breaks surface I want you to be ready for full combat. Over head gun turrets are being prepared as we speak.� At that moment four long pillars of concrete and steal rose from the cement below, shifting as they rose to a height somewhere above fifty feet. At the top of each pillar was a turret with strange cannon barrels connected to each of them.
Jet turned his head with in the cockpit and the Jaguar copied near perfectly. He then fixated his attention straight ahead, at the choppy waters. He took a deep breath, he wasn�t really ready to see the creature that saved and ruined his life right now, but who is ever really ready? Tension mounted and his brow grow moister. He blinked a few times under his goggles and then released a very heavy sigh. Nothing was happening� and god was he nervous. Tension was high all around that area, the gun turrets lay dormant, waiting for their pre rendered target to rise from the murky depths.
Meanwhile�
Its approaching.
Massive muscles working together, shifting and releasing powerful bursts of strength. Pushing the body of the most massive animal in the entire world closer to its goal. The beasts swam in waters as cold as its heart at times. A monster wreaking of pure determination. The leviathan grew nearer and nearer. The ocean caved under its whim, thousands of schools of fish would rather swim to the next time zone then be with in the path of the approaching terror. A creature of purest instinct, with a preset mission determined at its birth in this world, long before this generation created the Atom Bomb, the Oxygen Destroyer, or even the Jaguar fighting machine.
This massive force of pure strength was moving like a tidal wave closer and closer to the UNGCC base.
�You have any idea why he�s coming Mr. Hemmingway?� The old white haired man asked.
�Yes, to reduce the Jaguar to ashes.�
�Are you sure?� Steve Martin replied.
�Yes, but we are prepared. The Jaguar will stop Godzilla, even if it is destroyed. At least this base will be safe and our trophy will be served to us.�
�Your wrong Mr. Hemmingway. Very wrong. Godzilla is coming here to destroy this base. And all the minds with in it that threaten his or any other mass species survival. The spirit with in his body needs to put an end to our plague so it can rest. Do you really think that Godzilla is going to destroy the Jaguar and be satisfied? You are wrong, the Jaguar is the least of his worries. Jet is going to catch on to your plan, and the moment he does you better hit that kill switch on that blasted machine and fast or its going to be the one burning this base to the ground.�
Hemmingway couldn�t reply right away, instead he just fixated his attention on the monitors displaying the outside activity.
�Godzilla will come, and Jet will kill him. The monster wont attack the Jaguar and that is what will give us the edge.�
�How are you so sure Jet will attack Godzilla?�
Hemmingway stared down.
Reaching over the man picked up a CB looking device. He spoke into it in a very demanding voice. �Approximately 20 seconds until Godzilla breaks surface, brace for attack in�� The countdown began, Jet heard the numbers reducing and his body almost began to tremble. Everybody went silent as Hemmingway continued to countdown.
�Surface break in ten� nine� eight� seven� six� five� four� three� two� one.�
Everything went dead quiet. Jet was in a fixated mode of suspended animation as he stared out at the depths. Though it only took a few seconds, it felt like forever. All of a sudden the ocean seemed to go calm, like a sheet of glass. The sheet stayed quiet until it began to warp upward. It curved up as it built up a continuously growing wave. The wave sprouted horns as dorsal spines erupted from the water. Glistening with its aquatic layer the blue-silver spines sparkled in the sunlight as a greenish scaled body rose from the deep. Tiny grunts, disclosed as breathing filled the air as the monster raised its head. Gallons of water seeped down the beasts scales and beaded before dropping to the ocean below. The creature stood at its full height on two legs, its chest lifting with every breath. Its formidability was unmatched. Salt water was shot out in a powerful geysers, released from the monsters nose. It�s eyes slowly opening, releasing a cold dead stare of near gray eyes, with out pupils�
Jet saw it, Godzilla. His heart pounded rapidly and sweat seemed to roll off his body like lake water off the feathers of a duck. He narrowed his eyes to get a good look at the creature that was standing at eye height of his vision� of the Jaguar�s vision. It was time, he thought. But his body wouldn�t respond. Fear contained his muscles and relentlessly prevented action. He bit down on his lower lip and tried to move but he couldn�t, all while Godzilla�s massive muscles shifted, the beast lifting one leg as the ocean bent to its whim. He sloshed closer and Jet couldn�t do anything but whimper in terror�
�Jet?! Do you hear me?! Attack the damn thing� its getting closer, you dumb ass!�
Hemmingway�s voice echoed. The gun turrets shifted with mechanical bones. The aimed at Godzilla�s chest, but didn�t fire. Jet cursed himself mentally and damn near forced his hand up. As his arm moved slowly he held his hand up and out in front of him, straight ahead and a fist balled tight. He fought every last trace of fear as his fist balled tighter, the Jaguar copying his motions. The Jaguar�s upper wrist begin to separate from the rest of it, lifting up a diamond shaped panel rose. The Jaguar panel was lifted, revealing missile launchers. All of a sudden Jet remembered his moment in time, five years ago, holding the rocket launcher aimed at the very beast that stands in front of him today. He bit his lower lip and a rocket fired. Exploding in a flare of red flame and gray smoke the rocket shot across the sky� at what would have been Godzilla. But at the last moment Jet pulled his arm to the side, the Jaguar copying sending the missile nearly two hundred feet away from Godzilla and straight off into the ocean where it exploded on contact with the thick waters.
All while Godzilla approaching, not even the flame of man�s little fire cracker detoured him, or made him blink for that matter. He had no business with this stupid machine in front of him� �What the hell was that Jet?! You had perfect god damn aim! Hit him next time!�
�Shut the hell up Hemmingway. I never gave you permission to make me your lap dog you son of a bitch.�
�Just kill the damn thing before it kills us all.�
The Jaguar lifted its hand straight head again, this time a single finger was pointed at the approaching Leviathan. Jet�s emotions where out of whack at this moment, something about seeing this damn thing again threw him for a loop. He tapped into the loud speaker, which was amplified from the mouth of the machine. He spoke as loudly and as proudly as he could� to a creature that seemingly wouldn�t understand.
�Five years ago you saved my life.� A loud voice came from the machine. �And now we are here again� I want to know something. If at all possible you damn lizard, tell me why the hell you spared me. Why you didn�t let that damn chunk of building smash me into a bloody heap?! Why am I still alive?!
Godzilla heard the machine in front of him babble and he wouldn�t answer even if he could. As the monster drew near Jet aimed both open palms of the robot at Godzilla. The panels lifted and energy began to swirl inside the center of each palm. Jet narrowed his eyes and released two beams. The energy from the beams heat caused the air to buckle and a loud swooshing sound was heard. Each beam spiraled with red and yellow energy, passing right past either side of Godzilla, crashing into the ocean and exploding sending water gushing up like geysers.
�Tell me god damn it! I swear I�ll kill you if you don�t!� He released another blast, and another. Each one purposely missing. Hemmingway was screaming into the CB like device but it wasn�t changing anything. Jet needed his answers, he needed them now or never. As the blasts continue to fire Godzilla made no effort to destroy the robotic life form attacking him, instead he just waded between the blasts. The beast saw past the metal� he saw the soul of Jet. With in this spirit there was a understanding, and Godzilla would not kill a living creature as special as Jet� not intentionally at least.
The Jaguar halted its fire and the arms of the machine lowered. Jet�s eyes filled with moisture as he screamed out. �Tell me God damn it!� Taking off charging for Godzilla the Jaguar prepared to blitz the Leviathan. But Godzilla turned quickly, the monsters mighty tail connecting with the ankles of the robot sending into a tripping stagger. The robot fell face first into the water, the ocean bending at its will. The giant machine made loud shifting sounds as it stood up. The two massive creations in evenly deep water. Godzilla ignored the machine as it stood up behind him and aimed its open palm for him. Godzilla took in a quick deep breath and turned around.
�He�s going to fight him! I know it! We will finally kill Godzilla!� Hemmingway shouted with glee.
Godzilla stood there, his tail swaying and his breathing rhythmic. The beast snarled its upper lip and then narrowed its lids. Its lids stayed narrow for a moment and Jet stared into the monsters cold soulless eyes. Jet bit down on his lower lip hard to contain his emotions. One word slowly uttered from his breath. �Why?�
Godzilla�s breathing stopped for a moment, then came back with a vengeance. Air was pulled inside the creatures lungs, then the beast roared. Godzilla�s roar echoed and Jet was un phased by it. Godzilla slowly lifted his lids open, wide. Suddenly a light broke from with in the monster�s eyes. The second eyelid was slowly opening. From this point a blue glow was visible. With the second eyelid pealed back Jet saw the same eyes he saw the night Godzilla toasted the facility in San Fran. Tears streamed down Jet�s face as he stared into the glowing blue eyes, wraith slowly seeping from them. Suddenly the wraith disappeared and with in whites was a yellow ring and a dark ebony center. The eyes sparkled like a black pearl. Jet saw a beauty in the beast, that few had ever. The machine lowered its arms submissively and refused to respond to Hemmingway�s orders.
Godzilla stood there for what seemed a lifetime but only was a few minutes. The creature grunted and then the second eyelid covered its eyes again, incasing them in a silverfish gray emotionless bond. The beast roared and turned its reptilian body around, its body facing the base, water up to its ankles. It took in a deep breath and a spark of blue light amongst its spines represented death� Jet panicked.
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�Prof, I think I found something.� Craig said while knelt down in the corner of a tiny room with in the ruins the group of college students where meant to explore this very day. Marv was in charge of carrying the large stone container. �Why the hell cant we just pay some natives to carry this crap. I think I dropped my left nut back there.� Marv complained. �Because Marvin, we cant pay any of the natives, not even that white haired man to even step inside these ruins. They are too superstitious.�
�Yeah so I�m left being the damn mule.� Marv sat the stone container down. It was shaped like a box and when Melissa wiped the sand, dirt, and dust off it a symbol appeared. The symbol was that of a red mountain. The students pitched in on opening the seal and revealing with in it was a single stone disk. The disk was about six-eight inches wide and contained the same symbol in the center of it. The disk was also about an inch and a half thick with what seemed to be two stone handles on either side on top of it sticking straight up out. Marv reached in and pulled the strange artifact out. �Looks exactly like the last one we found.�
�No, its different.� Craig said while him, Robert, Melissa and the professor observed the strange stone disk. �That is where your wrong Marvin, look. It has the symbol of a mountain, that last disk found had a sun in the center, not a mountain.� Craig blinked a few times. �Well what do you think it means Prof? This is what we came here to look for, but I don�t see any �gems� in either of the disks.�
�Not sure yet but I bet if we find another one of these stone disks everything will make sense.� Still hiding the truth the old man swallowed.
All of a sudden a strange hissing noise was heard as an almost demonic voice let out a echoing call through out the dungeons of the ruins. The entire team went cold and rigid with fear. Their bodies tensed as a cold draft pushed pass them up roaring dust and sand that obeyed the light coming from the team�s head flashlights. �What the hell was that?� Craig asked. Nobody could answer because none of them where for sure what exactly they had just heard. Though the professor brought a tiny amount of unified culture. �Could be some kind of updraft from an underwater cave or something, that might explain why the natives say this place is guarded by a hissing demon.�
The group wasn�t buying it right away, but the pressed on any way. Two back packs contained two gray brown disks, similar in shape and size with only one distinctive difference the symbol in the middle of each of them.
The group was getting closer, closer to a truth that would just bring more questions. The professor�s mind was already in shambles, but he refused to display it, being the constant �There is a logical explanation for everything� kind of man.
The group continued down black corridors and hall ways in the musky ruins, fear dragging on their breaths. Tired from the long days expedition, the group was ready to find what they came for and get the hell out of there� too bad only the professor knew exactly what he was searching for, the others where just along for the ride.
They would find their truth� they would usher it in, but they would not understand it�
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�Jet� JET!� Hemmingway cried out to the man in the machine, who refused to reply.
Jet couldn�t see himself even trying to stop Godzilla right now. He felt helpless, alone. He stared forward as the crackling sound of blue flame burnt amongst the spines of the Leviathan. The creatures mouth began to part as its throat aimed straight for the �factory� that was the base. Jet had to think fast� he couldn�t let all those people die because he was afraid.
Godzilla drew his head back slowly in an almost bird like manner and then threw it forward. A blue steam seemed to rise from his throat before the creature released a blast that streamed out like a geyser of blue flame heading straight for the base. Jet couldn�t think of anything else to do, so he bolted. Jolting forward the machine past Godzilla and right in front of the blast. The beam drove right into the robotic chest of the Jaguar, it burnt right through the steal and pushed the mechanical weapon back. Pounding through its steal is if it where paper. The blast continued to burn as Jet felt an unnatural heat melting his equipment, it got hotter and hotter and he couldn�t take it any more before he was completely enveloped in blue flame.
All in a matter of seconds.
He screamed before his body was burnt into nothingness. The blast tore right through the chest of the Jaguar and sprayed out the back. Shards of steal where pushed out in an explosion of brilliance. The gigantic machine made a loud moaning noise as its mechanical knees bent, falling landing straight on the nub of each knee. The robot landed on its front, before Godzilla. Smoke rolled from the formed crater in the machines chest where Jet once stood. The smoke coiled against the clouds as it rose miles into the atmosphere. Godzilla�s reptilian eyes grew wide� the monster was shocked. The robot sat there, on its knees before it came tumbling down onto the cement landing pad.
Godzilla stared down at it, and he no longer felt Jet�s life.
�Jet?! JET?! JET!!!� Hemmingway called out through the speakers, but he knew what had happened, he had seen it all. Guilt built inside him as he slammed his fist against the panel in front of him. Tears streamed out of his eyes as smoke rolled from the smoldering crater in the chest of the Jaguar. Hemmingway muttered Jet�s name a few more times before he fell to his bottom, crying out for his dead friend.
Godzilla growled, angry. How dare this incompetence destroy such rarity? The monster grew more and more angry at this base every second. Godzilla snapped its jaw shut, tight, gray steam rising from his mouth and nose. His spines sparked blue again as he prepared to bombard this base with his blue hell fire breath. But his assault was canceled. Its glowing throat dimmed and it turned its head to the side. Raising its giant snout in the air the beast sniffed through its gigantic nostrils and turned. The people at the base where confused but happy. Something else... something more dangerous was slowly being awakened� being discovered. He could not let this crime go unpunished. The monster turned his attention completely from the base and began a raptor like run before bounding into the air hundreds of feet landing face first in a graceful dive sinking below the depths as his tail drew in last. The creature whipped its mighty tail and left the area he had previously engaged in calm and forgotten for the time being, swimming at speeds that would break the neck of a cheetah.
Hemmingway lie in his puddle of self loathing, the crew of the base confused. None of them understood what was going on, nor cared. They where just glad to be safe and sound. Hemmingway knew that this mission would take Jet�s life� though he didn�t want to convince himself. Steve Martin turned away and went silent for Jet� and all the others who had died in the wake of this creature. But he also gave a moment of silence to Godzilla, who had just accidentally killed one of the rarest of mans species, an Usher of Truth.
