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San Lorenzo, Panama
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The night sky fell upon the fishing village a small fire was the only thing that created light. Though it was enough for the camera crew. It even helped with set the mood as a man stepped in front of them. He had a serious look in his eyes as he stared at the mountain.
"In this small village, in Panama, there have been sightings of...strange creatures. Many have described them as large insects," He said with maneuvering eyes as he leaned into the camera, "Well folks tonight my team and I are here to find the truth. This is Truth Revealed."
"And cut! That's it for tonight!" A woman called.
The man in front of the camera took a breath, stretching and pulling out a cigarette. He took a long puff from it with a sigh as he watched the crew start to relax. Some of them began conversing with each other and making jokes. His director came to him with a smile on her face, "Not bad, you could have done up the title better."
"You could have gotten me a better story. Giant bugs in the forest, come on!"
"We've seen a giant bug and a fire breathing lizard on T.V. just about every week." The director said.
"Godzilla and Mothra are bigger than my house. More than just a few locals would have seen that."
"It was more than just a few locals. In the amazon they found another village that got demolished. They said there were these giant bugs and that one kaiju. Oh, what was its name? The one with the wings." The director began snapping her fingers in thought.
"Diablo."
A soft whisper came from behind them. They looked to see a small group of children with what they assumed to be their mother. The kids all huddled together shaking in fear as they stared at the sky. The mother looked at them angrily as she huddled the children inside.
"Looks like you said a bad word."
"The locals are afraid of something else. Could make for a good episode. If Truth Revealed finds a new kaiju imagine the ratings we'd get." The director said with a wide smile on her face.
"Yeah ratings." The star said before walking off, "I'm gonna take a leak."
"Put that cigarette out first. I don't want this place going up flames." The director called watching her star leave.
The star of the series groaned from annoyance as he took in a final breath. He looked at the smoking bud before putting it out with his hands. He walked toward the flowing river the village was sitting next to. He noticed a few men by the water with fishing poles standing by the water. They waved to him, and he returned it before going further downstream.
"At least they're welcoming here." He said with a sigh before unzipping his pants. He slowly got ready to relieve himself. Unknown to him he was being watched from the water and the creature wasn't enjoying what was going on top of its head. Mandibles began clicking together with increased vigor as bulging yellow began to shine. With lightning speed, it struck from the water. The screams were loud enough for everyone to hear.
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The bruising around her face had gone down and she held a towel around her neck. Her dark hair was combed resting down her back. Instead of her usual camping gear she was in a black tank top with matching sweatpants. A.K Yearling aka Special Agent Daring Do let out a long groan. Her magenta eyes were cutting daggers at herself as she stared at the mirror.
How long had she been standing in this room?
Her knuckles were red behind her was what was once a punchbag. No one had dared enter the training room. When she stepped in everyone left for a good reason. The look in her magenta eyes were a swirling bag of emotions but the message they gave was clear.
Get out of my way or else.
So that's what they did. Now she was alone with her thoughts just how she liked it. So why was she still so upset?
"I'm sorry." A voice spoke.
Yearling was no longer standing in the training room. Instead, she was in a dark cavern standing in front of her was a man with blue hair. Blooding was dripping from his eyes and mouth as he stared at Yearling taking pained breaths. He held a gold chain in his hands. It slowly unraveled from his hands. Before it could hit the ground a pale hand caught it. Yearling's eyes widened as she stared at a pale woman. Her teeth began to grind as she looked into the woman's insane red eyes. Her wide smile only adding to the anxiety building in her body. On her shoulder was a smaller creature that looked like some type of miniature vampire. Her purple armored dress ended with blades at the tips. Her fingernails looked more like the claws of a wolf. Fangs stuck out of her lips as she gave a menacing smile.
"Varan feed."
A low growl came from behind her. Yearling could feel the hot breath of something large behind her. It was getting closer until she felt it touch her shoulder. She turned to be met with the surprised face of another woman with white hair.
"Woah there you okay, Yearling?"
Yearling was breathing heavily for a moment and her face felt wet. The woman in front had a look of concern in her eyes. When Yearling looked at her hair, she felt her heart racing slightly. Although it wasn't the same type of white as the pervious woman. This woman's hair wasn't a pure white rather it looked more a sliver white combination. It also helped that she had a familiar face one that was full of concern. Yearling took a calming breath looking at the newcomer with her usual deadpan stare.
"I'm fine, Fleetfoot. What are you doing here?"
"I...uh...felt like working out." Fleetfoot stuttered out. Yearling looked at her with a raised eyebrow considering Fleetfoot was wearing jeans, a blue t-shirt, and her usual gray jacket. Fleetfoot laughed rubbing the back of her head. "Okay, okay, I came here to watch you work out. Nice six pack by the way."
"Explain to me why I shouldn't blind you." Yearling said with annoyance.
"Learn to take a joke and a compliment." Fleetfoot said sitting down on a lifting bench. She noticed the punching bag that was on the ground with its continents spilling out. She sat a backpack down and rummaged through it. With a smile she tossed a water bottle to Yearling.
"Not thirsty." Yearling said.
"It's for your hands I just got it from the fridge. Should still be ice cold." Fleetfoot stated.
Yearling tested her hands and she'd be lying if she said they didn't hurt. She let out a sigh placing the cold bottle on her knuckles. She sat on the mats letting her heart settle down. Fleetfoot cleared her throat looking at Yearling expectedly even gesturing with her hands.
"People normally say thank you after getting a gift."
"Why are you here?" Yearling asked bluntly.
"You're welcome," Fleetfoot said rolling her eyes, "and I wanted to watch you work out I'm bored."
"That doesn't sound creepy at all." Yearling said with a deadpan expression.
"No, it's not, my back still hurts from New York, so lying down and bench pressing isn't an option. Besides I watch Spitfire work out all the time." Fleetfoot said with a red face.
"Then why don't you just go to her?" Yearling asked rolling her eyes.
It grew uncomfortably silent as Fleetfoot clutched her arm. She looked down as her chipper mood quickly left her body, "She still hasn't come out of her room."
Yearling leaned against the wall clutching the water bottle tight, "She really did love him, didn't she?"
"I did too," Fleetfoot said, "Soarin was my first friend."
Fleetfoot's knuckles began to turn white as she clenched her fist. Yearling stared into her eyes as they began to glisten. She let out a tired sigh. All these thoughts were getting in her head and really starting to get under her skin. She hadn't known the guy for that long just a few missions she was forced to go on. Every time he spoke, he bugged her to no end with how much he wanted to treat her like one of his soldiers. Anyone who did that was immediately placed on her ignore list.
Their meetings inadvertently lead to meeting of the second pain. No wait, hinderance? Not quite right, annoyance? Eh good enough.
Ever since their first meeting the soldier had practically spent every chance meeting, they had bugging her. Yearling was pretty sure Fleetfoot purposely played dumb to the, not so subtle, hints she gave to leave her alone. The woman was always trying to make her laugh with a quirky attitude that Yearling found off putting. It was either a miracle or sheer luck that she hadn't laid her out yet. Before New York she would have given anything to see that chirper mood of her disappear, maybe then she could get some peace. Now she was regretting those thoughts.
Fleetfoot was a shell of her former self her eyes were darkened and had bags. Her was hair was unkempt showing no signs that she was taking care of it. Her body was sagging, the excited energy that normally fueled her body was gone. This sight of her was more off putting than her usual attitude. Things would be much simpler if she went back to normal.
"Thanks for the water."
Fleetfoot looked up with noticeable surprise on her face, "Oh um...no problem."
"Get me a new punching bag and hold it for me." Yearling said.
"Huh?"
"It's creepy for you to just sit there watching me. So, make yourself useful and hold the punching bag so I don't knock it off again. I normally have Quibble do it, but he's out right now." Yearling explained standing back and stretching her arms.
"Whose Quibble?" Fleetfoot asked.
"Just some guy I know and use for when I need something fast."
"Huh. Hehe," Fleetfoot snickered getting a look of both confusion and annoyance from Yearling, "That's the first time you've ever opened up to me."
"I don't like change." Yearling muttered.
Fleetfoot had a small smile on her face as she looked at Yearling. 'I knew I could get you to open up.' She stood up ready to help Yearling pin up a new bag. A smile was on her face as Yearling looked away while clicking her tongue.
"Hurry up I don't have all day."
"Right, right, I'm com-AHHH!"
Yearling spun surprised by the sudden yelp. Her eyes widened when she noticed the snake like arms wrapping around Fleetfoot. One had was sliding down her stomach while the other was holding onto her breast. Yearling glared at the third most annoying...no wait pain is the right word here. The third biggest pain in her life.
"What are you doing here, Lighting Dust." Yearling said.
She had piercing yellow eyes that matched the snake like looks of her face. Her dusty yellow hair was shaved into a mohawk. She offered a coy smile to Yearling, "So scary. I can't say hi to a friend. I'm just teaching Fleetfoot a lesson about letting her guard down."
"Message received. Now if you don't mind!" Fleetfoot shouted.
With a snicker she let go of Fleetfoot allowing her to stand next to Yearling with a hand over her chest. She glared at her with annoyance as Lighting was flexing her hand feeling something that wasn't there. Although Fleetfoot knew what she was doing, and it made her face red as she glared even harder at Lightning Dust. Yearling looked at the green and black body suit she was wearing.
"See something you like, Yearling?" She asked putting a hand on her hip.
"Of course not! I'm just wondering if that uniform means you'll be out of my hair for once."
"Ouch, that hurt my feelings, I don't think I can tell you my secret now." Lightning Dust said with a mocking pout.
"What do you want?!" Yearling shouted her annoyance clear.
"I love it when you talk to me like that." Lighting Dust said with rosy cheeks.
"I think I just felt Freddy Kruger cringe." Fleetfoot said.
"Lightning Dust!" Yearling shouted.
"Alright that should hold me full for a while," Lightning Dust said clutching her chest she then pointed a thumb behind her, "The Madame wants to see you."
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Yearling was walking down the white halls with an annoyed and nervous look on her face. Fleetfoot was trailing behind her nervously tapping her fingers while also calmly talking. Considering it was her form of stress relief.
"That Lightning Dust really knows how to get under my skin," She said trying to get Yearling's attention, "I've had dates that weren't as handsy as her." She let out a small chuckle that Yearling didn't respond to you. Fleetfoot sighed as Yearling started walking faster.
"Come on, Yearling don't tell me you're not scared! "
"I just want to get this over with. Also why are you still following me?"
"It was either follow you or keep getting groped by that yellow haired nut job. I mean I don't mind girls, but at least buy me dinner first." Fleetfoot began going on only to get a deadpan stare from Yearling causing her throw up her hands, "Hey it's not like I'm hitting on you or anything. Not that you aren't cute! You have this cool Lara Croft vibe going on. That guy from the G-team seemed to think so."
Fleetfoot began stammering on her words as she looked at Yearling with red cheeks. Yearling sighed giving the white-haired woman a side long glance. Fleetfoot was sweating as she looked back at Yearling.
"Fleetfoot."
"Yeah?"
"Stop talking."
"Okay."
The rest of their walk was full of an awkward silence as the two continued walking down the hall. They could practically feel cold eyes staring down at them. Their boss was not someone they liked to be on the bad side of and ever since New York they knew something was going to happen. Whether it's them being told off in front of a large group or private conversations discussing their performance. What neither Yearling or Fleetfoot were expecting was to find was the biggest pain in Yearling's life standing in front of a large black door.
The flaming orange that made up her hair was tied into a bun. She wore a black uniform that had various badges. Her orange eyes cut daggers into Yearling when they saw her approaching. They also had hints of red and her nose had a pink tinge sign that she'd been crying. Yearling stared back meeting her hate filled glare with one of indifference. Normally she'd have returned this glare with one of equal magnitude. Though after everything that happened, she couldn't help but feel pity for the woman in front of her. She didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to the person she loved.
"What are you doing here?" She spat.
"Spitfire! You finally came out of your room." Fleetfoot said a smile on her face.
Spitfire looked at her friend with a small smile of her own before returning her glare to Yearling. Yearling simply shrugged walking past the woman. Fleetfoot gulped at the silence between them her heart beating quickly in her chest. It started to hammer even faster when Spitfire grabbed Yearling's arm as she tried getting by, "I asked you a question."
"I was called here same as you, I'm assuming." Yearling answered pulling her arm away.
"I didn't have anything better to do so I just followed her." Fleetfoot said with a nervous chuckle making her way in between the two. She looked at Spitfire with eyes that begged the woman to calm down. Spitfire snorted looking away from Yearling.
"Let's just get this over with before I do something stupid." Spitfire said.
"Well since I wasn't called, I'll just wait out here." Fleetfoot said whistling to herself.
"You wanted to follow me so you might as well come too." Yearling said grabbing Fleetfoot's hood and pulling her.
"Don't know how the Madame will take to seeing you dressed like that." Spitfire said pushing on the black door.
"I didn't have much warning." Yearling shot back watching the doors open.
"Can I please wait out here? This place freaks me out." Fleetfoot said as Yearling pulled her inside.
Once they entered the doors closed on their own sending a shiver up Fleetfoot's already cold spine as she walked behind Yearling and Spitfire. She was doing her best to keep her teeth from chattering as she touched her fingers together. The room they were in was eerily dark save for the some rather dim lighting along the walls. It was much larger on the inside than she originally thought. Must be the perks of being the boss. Getting an overly giant room while she gets a room smaller than the one, she had back in college.
Those thoughts were helping to keep her mind settled from the all too creepy vide of being watched. She wanted to look straight ahead like Yearling and Spitfire, but her eyes continued stop wandering around. Which soon lead her to laying eyes on something truly strange. Two yellow eyes that had rectangular pupils she yelped causing the Yearling and Spitfire to come to a halt. Yearling looked in the same direction as Fleetfoot.
"Please don't tell you were scared by a goat." Yearling said with a sigh.
"Huh?" Fleetfoot looked again at the creature to find that it was just a simple goat. It let out a small bleat as it chewed the haystack in front of it. Fleetfoot looked to Yearling and Spitfire again both were shaking their heads which made Fleetfoot blush and let out an embarrassed chuckle. "Oh hehe, sorry about that, I just saw the eyes and well you have to admit they're freaky."
"Uh huh." Yearling said rolling her eyes.
"Why is there a goat in here?" Spitfire said walking to the animal.
"Maybe the boss lady wanted a pet." Fleetfoot said looking at the animal with a smile. She held out her hand making small cooing noises. The goat looked in her direction letting out another bleat as its hooves made a clacking sound along the ground along with the rustling sound of a chain. The women noticed the chain wrapped around its neck.
Yearling was about to sigh again if it wasn't for the fact that the chain connected to the goat was rising.
"Get away from there!" She quickly shouted.
Before either Fleetfoot or Spitfire could respond the chain around the goat was yanked hard. Causing the goat to let out a horrified cry as it was violently pulled into the darkness. A hiss followed after that that caused Fleetfoot and Spitfire to quickly back away with Yearling. A crunching sound could be heard that Yearling was all too familiar with. She began gritting her teeth as her instinctively reached for a weapon she knew wasn't there.
Large stomps filled the air followed by an alligator like hiss that came from the shadows. The head was reptilian yet alien at the same time as nine red eyes stared at the women. Its jaw had four rows of jagged fangs currently stuffed with the body of a goat. It stood up straight on legs that looked to skinny to support its massive body that also held small arms like a tyrannosaur. Running along it's back were spikes all to similar a creature that the women were familiar with ending in a spiked tail. But what truly had their attention were the large twenty-foot-long wings being displayed to them.
"What is that?!" Fleetfoot shouted.
"Servum." A voice called out.
The women turned to see a figure coming before them. She was stunning, her face like that of marble with diamond blue eyes with blonde hair that glistened like natural gold. When her high-heeled shoes touched the ground, they made a sound that caused all Yearling and Spitfire to stiffen She looked down upon the three with a look of disinterest. Her diamond blue eyes looked upon the monster as it glared at the humans standing in front of it. "The creatures' name is Servum and there is no need to fear it."
As if to prove her point Servum began tapping on the thick glass that separated it from the women. It then proceeded to swallow the rest of its meal whole letting out a satisfied gurgle. Its eyes settled upon the trio once more it snarled at them before falling onto its belly curling into a ball.
"My creations are well trained." The woman spoke.
Fleetfoot stared at the woman in awe the air she gave was amazing. The beautiful features she had and the pure white dress she wore made her seem even more magnificent. It felt as though she were truly standing in the presence of a God.
That's probably why she was the boss. She's brilliant, cunning, and beautiful she's...
"Madame Frankenstein!" Yearling and Spitfire shouted at the same time as they stood at attention.
Spitfire lightly kicked Fleetfoot, who was gazing at Madame Frankenstein in awe. She quickly hoped to her feet saluting the woman, "Hey there Miss Victoria..." she froze having uttered the wrong name in front of her boss. It was clearly stated how bad she messed up from looks Yearling and Spitfire gave her, "I mean good afternoon, Madame Frankenstein!"
Victoria Frankenstein looked down at Fleetfoot with annoyed twitch in her eye, "I only asked for two of you and even worse you come dressed so casually."
"My apologizes, Madame, I thought it was urgent so I came as fast I as could." Yearling said keeping her head down.
"And I...was just escorting her then got dragged in here. To this very lovely office. So that's why I'm dressed like this." Fleetfoot said with a nervous grin.
Victoria held up her hand and the women flinched expecting her to do something. What came was a chilling snap of her fingers, "Shinomura."
The walls came to life as black creatures no bigger than flies started buzzing. Several began flying around Victoria and came together. A creature the size of an eagle landed on the woman's shoulder. Blue eyes flashing to life Shinomura let out a loud hiss.
"Show her out." Victoria pointed one of her slim fingers to Fleetfoot.
With a hiss Shinomura dropped from its master's shoulder and flew in front of a stiff Fleetfoot. Its wings flapped as it's spider like legs and scorpion tail slashed at the air. It hissed at her and began flying in circles as if looking for a spot to bite. Fleetfoot shivered as she looked to Victoria, "I think I know the way just past the wyvern looking thing, right?"
Servum snarled raising its head all eyes focused on Fleetfoot making her legs move faster. Shinomura lead her to the door that opened on its own. She looked at the door then to Victoria, who was still staring at her with the same look one would give an ant.
"Okay I'll just wait out here quiet..." The door slammed in her face, "ly"
Fleetfoot let out a long groan that she was holding in letting her head hang. When she lifted her head, she saw that the Shinomura was hovering in front of her. It's jaws clicking as soulless blue eyes looked through her. She gulped waving at the creature.
"Um...good scorpion...bat...thing."
Shinomura hissed at her before slamming its body into the door surprising Fleetfoot when the creature fused with it. The large door moved as it took the monster inside. The body broke apart into smaller pieces when she squinted Fleetfoot was shocked to discover that the door was covered in the small creatures. She felt sick to her stomach at the sight and was even more creeped out when a blue glow flashed across their bodies. There had to have billions of the Shinomura sitting on that door each one staring at her.
"I should have worn my brown pants." Fleetfoot said backing away with fearful eyes.
Back inside the room Yearling and Spitfire were sitting in front of Victoria Frankenstein's desk while the woman sat behind it. Her fingers were held together as she looked at them. These two women backed down to no one each had the fight records to prove it. Victoria Frankenstein was another story. She wasn't just someone she was The One. The air of power she gave off made Yearling and Spitfire feel like they were being crushed by a steam roller. Her eyes showed her disinterest in the two yet at the same time cold calculation.
They knew she wanted answers. Each had their own story to tell each had an ending that would anger her. Yearling was anxiously tapping her foot while Spitfire was digging into her hand with her fingernails. When Victoria moved her hands, it caused them to stop moving. Yearling found it hard to breath as Victoria touched her desk. A hologram appeared showing images of news reports.
The titles read 'New York Under Siege' they had images of five monsters. Three in particular had Victoria narrowing her eyes. A giant black lizard spewing blue flames that the world had come to fear and two moths one with white and orange fur with large orange wings with blue stripes. The other was pitch black with an armored exoskeleton, orange horns sat on its skull forming a crown, it had large black wings had a fire like pattern across it. This particular creature seemed to get the hardest glare from Victoria.
"Madame, the incident in New York falls on me," Yearling spoke up surprising Spitfire, "I chose to pursue the G-team alone leaving my teammates to be captured."
Yearling was about to go on until Victoria raised a finger silencing her. She kept flipping through the images before looking to the women, "You wrote a very detailed report, Agent Do. You could make a good writer if you chose to look for an alternate career path."
"Thank you for the compliment, Madame." Yearling said through collected nerves.
Victoria pressed a button on her desk and the image went away. She looked to the women again instead of disinterest her eyes now looked apologetic. "Captain Spitfire, you my deepest sympathy in the loss of your significant other. From his file, Soarin, seemed like a great man. Had I known Kuro and Midnight were the ones behind this disaster I would have sent out a larger group."
"Thank you, Madame." Spitfire said with wide eyes of shock that Victoria was actually recognizing Soarin.
However, Yearling was surprised by something else her boss said. "Pardon me, Madame, but the way you just spoke about them do you...know that Kuro woman and that thing she keeps with her."
Yearling was expecting a breaking stare from the woman. Some kind of disciplinary voice, but instead Victoria let out a long sigh, "Unfortunately I did have a small run in with Kuro and Midnight. If it wasn't for my Shinomura I wouldn't be here today. I must praise you for your tenacity, Yearling, the torture these two inflict can drive many to madness."
"I wasn't getting the brunt of the torture, Madame." Yearling said.
Victoria looked at Yearling with a raised eyebrow before Spitfire cleared her throat, "The person who received the torture was, Sergeant Fleetfoot."
Victoria's eyes lit up as she snapped her finger, "Was the girl I kicked out Fleetfoot? My apologies, I should have learned her face. I read that she received a serious back injury. Tell her to go the infirmary I'll personally treat her injury."
"R-really?! I mean thank you, Madame, I'll tell her at once!" Spitfire spoke with a smile on her face.
Yearling was caught off guard by how generous Victoria Frankenstein was being to them. It was a rare sight and something she wasn't used to. It also felt very strange that the cold and distant figure she saw a minute ago turned into this kind apologetic person. Heck she was even offering to treat Fleetfoot's injuries. Something wasn't right about this.
"Excuse me for being blunt, Madame, but is this all you wanted from us?" Yearling asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm simply giving praise where it's due, Yearling. Now that you've entered this new world." Victoria's voice changed with her eyes as they became predatory, "tell me something, Yearling, in the report you said you met the G-team. Did you meet every member?"
"If you mean that six-inch girl, they keep with them then yes."
"Girls." Victoria said, "There are two of them Moll and Lora, the Earth's Elias, and like Midnight they are the same. Users of magic and beings of great knowledge or at least Lora and Midnight are."
"Magic? I don't mean to question you Madame but isn't that a little farfetched. I mean I've heard about people speculating that Mothra monster has magic, but I just brushed them off as werdos on the internet." Spitfire said as she looked at Victoria and Yearling with pure confusion.
"I thought the same thing until I meet them." Victoria said her eyes getting colder.
"The G-team." Yearling said gripping her seat tighter, "I met the one called Lora and honestly Madame, after everything that happened in New York. I believe in just about everything." Yearling said looking straight into Victoria's eyes, "I'm also someone who likes to know everything before jumping into a situation."
"One of the many reasons I hired you." Victoria said.
"Yes, well the reason Kuro and Midnight took us was apparently to gain intel. They kept saying we took something from them. Midnight apparently read our minds to find it and according to her she did. The only problem is I have no idea what she's talking about. So, I have to ask, what did you take from them, Madame Frankenstein?" Yearling asked looking Victoria dead in the eye.
Spitfire looked at the woman with wide eyes as she felt a bead of sweat going down her neck. She then looked to Victoria ready to see her boss do something to put Yearling back in her place. When she stood up Spitfire gulped preparing herself for whatever was going to be happened.
"Yearling, Spitfire, how would you like to be ranked higher?" She asked looking at them with arms behind her back.
"Madame?" They both said at once.
"The world is changing, ladies. At a pace faster than either of you, in your current positions, are ready for. Do you know anything about my creations?" Victoria asked.
"I've only seen certain ones from reports." Yearling said.
"Chasing the Mutos was my first experience with them, Madame." Spitfire said.
"That's what I thought. Take my offer ladies and I'll show you all to a door you never knew existed. Behind it are the answers you seek and the vengeance that you're craving for." Victoria said looking at the two women. She smiled when saw the fires burning in their eyes. Spitfire more so than Yearling, but it was enough for her to know the answer.
"What do we have to do?" Yearling and Spitfire said at once.
Clapping suddenly filled the air along with footsteps. A man with a devious smile walked out from the shadows. It was like looking at a walking skeleton in white lab coat. He had purple hair that was combed back. This was the first they'd seen of this man and Yearling and Spitfire were already getting the feeling they wouldn't like him.
"Once again you've proven me wrong, Madame Frankenstein." He spoke with a smile.
"Dr. Chow, I take it your talks went well." Victoria said.
"Very." Chow answered with a slick tone.
"Chow? I've heard of you. Weren't you working with the Japanese branch of A.G.A.F?" Spitfire asked.
"Yes, but I left due to differences with my General." Chow answered.
"Which were?" Yearling asked.
Chow smiled his black eyes becoming predatory as a shadow cast over his face, "I wanted to see Godzilla die at the hands of my machines and the G-team crushed beyond repair."
Yearling felt chills go down her spine at his words. This man had something wrong with him and it was clear he was not someone she wanted to be with. Victoria looked to Chow causing him to return to a somewhat normal state, "Ladies, Chow is my head of development. The mechs he designs help me greatly in projects and he'll be your superior on your next mission."
Yearling held back the urge to mouth many words that started with an F. She instead gripped the arm on her chair tighter.
Spitfire cleared her throat looking to both of her superiors, "What do you want us to do?"
"In Central and South America there have been sightings of creatures. Large insects to be exact. I thought Godzilla and the G-team had killed them all, but it looks like luck is favoring me." Victoria tapped on her desk an image shot up shocking Yearling and Spitfire. The image of a large creature one they could only describe as dragonfly that fused with an actual dragon. It was purple with red eyes, large yellow fangs were hanging from out of its jaws, two large pincers dangled from its gargantuan body that was flowed by six legs, all ending with a spear tip of a tail.
"She's called Megaguirus, you could say her kind were the world's first queens. One of the drones of the first Megaguirus must have survived against Godzilla and grew into a new queen. She must be smarter than her predecessor because she hasn't made her presence know. Until now." Chow explained.
A video began playing in front of Spitfire and Yearling. It was shaking and so dark that they had a hard time seeing. They could pick up the sounds of screams. Suddenly blurry images followed by the sound of buzzing could be heard. Victoria stopped the video and began to rewind it in slow motion. The blurry image began to enhance revealing what could only be described as a lion sized dragon fly.
"These are meganula and they scared a camera crew and a local village pretty badly." Chow said, "Luckily Madame Frankenstein made sure to buy the tapes before they could be released. I wouldn't want a certain group appearing on our little search."
Yearling and Spitfire looked at each other with raised eyebrows before turning back to Victoria.
"So, what, you just want us to find these things and kill them?" Yearling asked.
"Close, I want you two capture one her meganula. I think it will be useful to me. Once that is done. Dr. Chow will decide what to do with Megaguirus." Victoria said before waving her hand, "That is all. If you two can do this, then I'll show you the other side of the door. Shinomura!"
The creature appeared behind Yearling and Spitfire nearly making them jump. It stared at them as it made a low hiss before flapping its wings. The insectoid monster led the women to the now open door were a nervous Fleetfoot was standing behind it. Yearling and Spitfire saluted the two as they began following the creature. Once they were out of the room Victoria's face dropped as she sighed.
"Putting on such an act hurts my face."
"You are quite the actress, my lady." Chow said, "If I may ask, how much are you going to tell them?"
"I haven't decided yet. I just need them ready for Kuro and Midnight." Victoria answered rubbing her jaws.
"Also, I know about the Servum you sent to scout the area." Chow said, "What did they find?"
"They're dead, burned to death to be specific." Victoria said.
Chow started to smile wide, "I see, it looks like Megaguirus isn't the only one I can test my new toy on."
"As I told Yearling and Spitfire after they capture a meganula you can do whatever you want. Just make sure not to cause a ruckus with your 'test'. I don't want this linked back to me I can't have the G-team coming to see me yet."
Chow bowed with an all too eager smile, "Of course, Madame, I'll tell my team."
"How are they by the way?"
"All too eager to stretch their legs." Chow said.
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San Lorenzo (Two Days Later)
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Fleetfoot was groaning as she stood in the middle of a destroyed village. She wore shorts and a crop top her grey hoodie was wrapped around her waist. She looked at Yearling and Spitfire annoyed as she tapped her foot, "So let me get this straight the boss lady dangles a promotion in your faces, and you take it like that."
"For the billionth time. Yes." Yearling said she wore her pith helmet and a safari uniform.
"So why did you bring me?!"
"Because there's no one I trust more than you." Spitfire said patting her friend on the shoulder. Spitfire was in a black t-shirt and shorts, she had on black sunglasses. She offered a small smile on her face to try and cheer up Fleetfoot.
"And you would have ended up following behind us like a stray dog if we didn't." Yearling said with a deadpan expression.
"Okay first of all if I'm any animal I'm a kitten. Second you could have brought me somewhere that wasn't infested with giant bugs!" Fleetfoot said.
"You normally aren't this mad." Spitfire said.
"Again, giant bugs!" Fleetfoot said, "Also we're being told what to do by some creepy scientist and them."
Fleetfoot looked over her shoulder to the group standing behind them. Lightning Dust was leaning against a destroyed hut staring at the women. She smiled and waved at them before blowing a kiss to Fleetfoot that made her shudder and hide behind Yearling. Next to her was a short man with yellow hair that was slicked back he had green eyes and wore the same black and green uniform as Lightning Dust. He was playing with a piece of rubble not paying any attention to them. To his left was a tall woman with silver hair, there was a scar over her right eye, she was looking over the ground with disinterest when she looked at Spitfire and Yearling, she smiled in way that said, 'come at me'.
"I didn't know Lightning Dust would be part of the deal." Spitfire said.
"Another thing Madame Frankenstein left out." Yearling said.
"You two owe me big time." Fleetfoot said.
"Fine." Yearling said rolling her eyes.
"I've got your favorite movie and ice cream on standby." Spitfire answered patting Fleetfoot on the shoulder.
"And keep Lightning Dust away from." Fleetfoot said.
Yearling watched Lightning and her new posy with narrowed eyes as they continued to look around the rubble, "I don't need you as an excuse to kick the crap out of Lightning Dust."
"For once we agree on something." Spitfire said.
"Aww you two are bonding." Fleetfoot said looking in between the two. They looked back at her with glares making Fleetfoot nervously laugh and back away from them, "Shutting up now."
She kept backing away until she felt something touching her foot. She felt her spine stiffen and she began to look down at the massive pile of wood. She let out a small laugh for letting her nerves get the better of her again. She wasn't getting scared by nothing again. Although when she looked at the wood pile it was disturbing how much damage had occurred. It looked as though a hurricane had gone through the place the closet that looked like a home was a small shack that was barely sticking up. Everything else was turned over or smashed beyond recognition. She noticed trees that had been uprooted and thrown several feet. There were also the scorch marks on the ground. A fire had started burning some of this place to ash. It was clear how far it reached from the number of trees that were still standing.
'Those dragon flies really did all this?' She thought to herself. It seemed strange that these creatures could actually cause this much destruction.
She suddenly noticed parts of the rubble starting to shake. She had wide eyes as she began waving her hand to get the attention of Yearling and Spitfire, "Girls!"
They turned with wide eyes finding the rubble was starting to shake. Yearling placed her hand against her hip taking her side arm from its holster. Had one of the creatures stayed behind? Could this little gun really do anything to stop it? So many thoughts were plaguing her head at the moment.
That was until Chow and Lightning Dust casually walked toward them. Chow laced a pair of glasses from his coat and placed them on making a surprised face. "Well, that's interesting." He snapped his fingers getting the attention of the short man, "Fuse, dig that out for me."
The short man shot up a vein poking out of his head. He looked like he was ready to say something to Chow if it wasn't for Lightning Dust giving him a glance. Her eyes cut daggers into him causing his mouth to shut. He quickly made his way to the rubble though Yearling, Spitfire, and Fleetfoot caught him mumbling curses that were clearly directed toward Lightning and Chow.
"Don't tell me you were scared by a couple of sticks." The tall woman said as she walked toward the women, "From the stories I heard I thought the mighty Spitfire team and Daring Do were all that. Looks your just all talk, guess that's why New York must have gone so wrong. I've been meaning to ask are you feeling dry downstairs, Captain Spitfire?"
Spitfire's eyes widened as her face became red. Her jaw clenched and Yearling caught the blood dripping from her hand as her nails dug into her skin. She looked ready to punch this woman in the face if hadn't been for Fleetfoot grabbing her arm. She held back Spitfire although she looked at the tall woman with hate filled eyes. She seemed to a take liking to it as she smiled at them. Yearling got in between all three looking at her clearly unimpressed.
"Shouldn't we focus more on whatever that is?" She said pointing to the rubble that the short man was digging through, "Then maybe once that's done, I'll be more than happy to beat the ever-loving crap out of you."
"Now that sounds like fun!" The tall woman said stepping up to Yearling.
"I couldn't agree more," Chow said looking at the women with narrowed eyes, "With the first part at least. Honestly Captain Dust when I invited you and your group, I expected some form of dignity. Not this High School drama."
"Sorry, Doctor Chow. Rolling Thunder was checking them out, she's always been a big fan of Spitfires'." Lightning Dust said giving Rolling Thunder a glare, "Thunder go help out Short Fuse."
"Ah the little dog is almost done digging. I was just about to get an autograph." Rolling Thunder said as she looked at Yearling and Spitfire.
"Do I look like a dog to you?!" Short Fuse shouted from the rubble.
"Yeah, like a little chihuahua." Rolling Thunder said with a wink.
Short Fuse rolled his eyes with another grumble as he went back to digging. He stopped with his eyes wide looking at the group, "Found what you were looking for!" He lifted one last piece of wood away with a grunt. Revealing a woman covered in cuts she was shaking as she looked at the group. Her eyes were wide with fear as she kept looking around. Her teeth chattered as she held her head.
"Looks like not all of the camera crew made it out." Rolling Thunder said.
Fleetfoot quickly rushed to the woman's side trying to stop her from shaking. The woman kept mumbling to herself as she looked around the devastation. "Hey it's okay. Those bugs are gone."
"N-n-n-no n-n-not gone. T-t-t-hey ran." She whimpered with wide eyes.
"Ran? Ran from what?" Fleetfoot calmly asked keeping a hand on the one's back.
"T-t-t-they came from...from...the….water. Everyone...screamed...ran...died...taken. But...I... was smart. I hid they didn't find me. Imagine the ratings that will get!" The woman started cackling before stopping and looking at the sky, "Then he came down from the sky and burned all those dirty bugs."
Chow rose a brow as his lip began to twitch. He moved Fleetfoot away making her look at him. He grabbed the woman's shoulder his dark eyes having an eerie shine to them as he looked at her.
"What did you see?"
The woman looked at Chow with wide eyes as her lips curled back. She started laugh as she pointed to the sky. "Diablo! Diablo! Diablo came but don't tell the locals. They don't like to say his name! HA! HA! HA!"
Chow let go of the woman leaving her to fall to the ground laughing. He walked past the groups of soldiers looking up to the sky. He took in a large breath before turning around with a wide smile.
Yearling felt a chill go down her spine as she stared into his eyes. They looked like the eyes of a murder. Eyes that were giving her very bad flashbacks.
"This is going to be a very fun trip." Chow said.
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Isla Bamboo
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How long had he been sleeping for or rather trying to sleep for? The moon was defiantly up when he landed in the mountains. So, from the light trickling in and annoying his senses it was day. Green eyes opened surveying the land around him as his red body stretched. When his wings spread, they created a shadow over the mountain range and the roaring yawn from his beak echoed. He sniffed the air a lingering stench still filled the air.
He looked down at his talons were a group of smaller creatures stuck to them. Or the charred remains of the creatures. He snarled looking at down at them. He took a high amount of pleasure in killing them before going to sleep. He scattered their bodies looking down at one that hadn't fully burned. It was an odd creature that reeked of a scent of another creature he truly despised. All the more reason to kill these things that and the generally unnatural presences they gave. They looked so similar to the one he disliked. If it wasn't for the small arms, wings, and multiple eyes he would have sworn that these things were that monster's offspring.
He shuttered just one of the so-called king of the monsters was enough. These things weren't him, but they did have similarities. They were also something he wasn't planning on concerning himself with. This seemed like something for the 'Monster King', the young moth, and their humans to deal with, not him. Now if a good fight could be gained then maybe he'd look at them. But right now, he had better things to do. Like figuring out where those insects were hiding.
They made for an excellent snack. Sure, filling himself up with energy from the sun was nice, but actually eating something was better. He was overjoyed when he found more of them after that idiot king burned the first horde he'd been feeding on. Even better with the amount that he found signaled that there was a new queen. The only bad side he saw to this was that they were getting bolder and attacking humans. That was the second human settlement he found them invading. The first was already to many.
He didn't like humans, in fact if it wasn't for the young moth and the dark skinned human, he would burn them all, but if those insects kept attacking the humans they would retaliate. He looked at the land he chose to sleep in. It was beautiful much like the sky he chose to fly through. Too beautiful to allow humans to destroy with the weapons they attacked him with. They destroyed many things that he found beautiful. Which was one of the reasons he disliked many expect for a select few. They take and destroy whatever they want not caring how it affected those weaker than themselves.
Memories came back to a time when he was small. He snarled pushing them away as he spread out his massive wings. He was strong the strongest in the world. And with that strength he would protect the weak from those who abused their power.
He vented purple smoke from his nostrils. The blood red horns that sat on his head crackled with energy. Looks like he had to personally cut off his favorite food. He sighed, it was too bad, they tasted so good. Perhaps a whale would make for a good substitute for the days he didn't feel like feeding off energy. No, if he did that, he might accidentally wipe out a species. He sighed again the idea was slowly making him regret this choice.
But the idea of fighting the queen was making his heartbeat faster. What better way to prove his strength to his rival? He did need something to break the tie they had made after fighting that golden dragon. And their second meeting his fight was cut short when that orange glutton chose to runaway instead of staying to fight. If he saw that creature again, he'd make sure to finish that monster off.
He looked around sensing the area around him. He could feel the earth beneath his talons, the wind brushing against his body, the trees were crying out to the giving signals that something was to the south out there. He let out a soft breath feeling the aura of life. He wasn't that great at it sensing so he was hoping that the queen had a strong one. He quickly picked up a yellow aura. Was that the queen? It was so small he could hardly see where she was. She must be trying to hide herself. It was already hard enough to find small auras so when his targets tried hiding it would annoy him. He concentrated trying to pinpoint exactly where she was hiding.
When he got close to finding her the yellow aura suddenly disappeared.
He let out a snarl that started to turn into an annoyed roar. Finding her using aura was out of the question so he'd just rely on his other senses. At least he knew she was somewhere south and there was a pretty high mountain top there. With his eyes and sense of smell he'd be able to spot something off. If she was really going to play hide and seek, then he wasn't going to feel as bad for killing off his food supply.
He puffed his out his spiked chest and brought his wings down creating strong gales of wind. In this part of the world, he was called Diablo. A bringer of destruction and creature of rage. The rest of the world knew him as.
"Target spotted. Identified as Rodan.
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Isle Jaguar
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The meganula created a new home for themselves deep in the rocky mountains that faced the seas. There they hunted the giant fish for food for their queen. While at the same time making a perfect opening to the forest where they ventured out to find bigger game to help feed the hive. All was for the hive. The dead humans clinging to the wall were there for the hive. The meganulon vomiting along the walls creating a space for the eggs the queen produced for the hive. The hive was strong they all knew it and it was thanks to the might of the queen.
So, the fact that their queen was currently being slammed against a wall was driving the warriors into a frenzy.
An intruder had managed to not only find the hive, but slaughter many of its inhabitants. Megauirus roared at the one who dared to enter her lair and touch her. Her giant pincers grasped the hand that was around her neck. Blood was trickling down her fanged mouth as the clawed hand began to squeeze down harder. Her bulbous orange eyes glared daggers into the ominous yellow eyes that looked down on her. A plan was forming in her head as she noticed her warriors flying around the intruder. She may not have known where this intruder came from and why she didn't sense him coming, but he was going to pay for attacking her.
Megauirus let out a high-pitched screech as her wings began vibrating. The intruder twitched the sound clearly bother him. That's when the warrior meganula pounced and began slashing at the kaiju. With an annoyed roar the intruder let go of dragonfly queen to swat away her warriors. Megauirus took the opportunity to pounce on the monster purposely slamming his head into the stalagmites. She didn't wait to hear his screams of pain as the queen drove her teeth into the beast throat.
Her rage was so great that ripping out this monster's throat wouldn't be enough. He needed to suffer for what he did. Megauirus held her stinger in the air like the grim reaper's scythe. She brought it down into his ribcage ready to rip the energy from him then use it to burn his corpse. She couldn't wait to feel his energy coursing through her body.
SNAP!
Pain coursed from both her mouth and tail. Megauirus let out a shrill cry pain as she pulled away. Her teeth cracked and fell from her mouth in spurts of blood. Her stinger had broken like a toothpick and left her tail a bleeding stump. It felt like she just attacked a living diamond.
The intruder rose up knocking the queen off himself. He looked down at her as the stalagmites currently attached to his face. They fell off his not leaving a mark as well as Megauirus' teeth. The stinger she was so proud of fell from his ribcage with a thunk. He began sniffing the air as the scent of her blood filled the air.
Megauirus started to shake as she stared into the eyes of the intruder. Was this how the creatures she devoured felt when they looked at her? Did they really feel this hopeless? Did they feel this amount of fear?
Her heart was beating in her ears. She had to get away from this monster. She could easily outrun him. Her speed was even greater than the previous queen. Her wings began beating again to the point they couldn't be seen. Without a second thought she flew away. She had to get away from him. Hide her aura like before and start a new hive. She moved through her hive with great speed. She felt so light and that made her feel faster. Her wings carried her to the entrance of the hive.
Her vision was starting to get blurry. She felt so light and tired. Her wings started slowing down she tried beating harder, but they wouldn't listen. They stopped and Megauirus came crashing into the ground. She was just inches from the entrance that it was unfair. She felt so light and tired when she tried moving her body didn't listen only her head. When she lifted up her head her eyes widened. She felt so light because her thorax was gone. Her blood and precious organs littered the walls of her hives. She watched as some of the newly born meganulon quickly began to feast upon her innards.
The hive must go on.
Back where the fight had gone on the intruder took his foot off of the former queen's tail. It was comical at how eager she was to get away from him that she failed to notice that he stepped on her tail. Her great speed was her downfall. Ironic in a way. His spiked tail slammed into the ground as the intruder let out a yawning roar. He looked at horde of meganula that were still living to see if they were still willing to fight. To his surprise they stopped acting violent and were flying away to the currently bisected queen to feast.
Looks like loyalty only went to the strong. Something he could respect. Although they were currently interrupting his feast. The smell of the fresh blood in the air was driving up his hunger. The intruder dropped to all fours creating a small earthquake with a stomp and roar. The meganula scattered away as the intruder flashed his fangs. The lower half of Megauirus was reduced to a yellow stain on the rocky ground in a matter of minutes. Yet his stomach still demanded more the upper half of her body was still at the front.
Later he was sitting in the middle of the hive staring at the eyeless skull of Megauirus. With a snort he tossed it to what was left of her body. He bit down feeling the pop of her eye in his jaws and the sweet juices that flowed down his throat. That still wasn't enough his body was demanding something much greater.
"Varan, what are you doing?!
He heard the sharp female voice shout in his head. Varan snarled shaking his head.
"I did give you permission to do as you pleased, but I was hoping you'd be more subtle."/i]
Varan snarled again.
"I guess I was a fool to believe that. You truly do crave vengeance, don't you?" The voice said with a sigh.
Varan narrowed his eyes that's what he really craved. Vengeance against the one who humiliated him. He'd never run from a fight in his entire life and now that stain would forever follow him. He could sense the one who did it as well. That flying kaiju, the dragon couldn't stop thinking about tearing him apart. Varan made out the green aura of the monster. It was getting closer.
The voice in his head sighed again, "Don't say I never do anything for you."
Varan felt a shock going through him as a symbol appeared on his body. An upside-down cross sitting inside of a black sun sat on his chest. The purple aura that was around his body started to dissolve and was replaced by an orange one. Varan's fanged mouth turned into a smile. He could feel it. He could feel it. He could feel it. His original power was coming back.
"Varan the Glutton! You are to find and destroy the creature known as Rodan! Will listen to my command?"
A low gleeful roar escaped Varan's throat.
"Excellent and there's one more thing I want from you."
Varan tilted his head.
"The area you are in suffers from parasites. When you find one their cities. Make sure nothing remains of it. So says your Mistress."
Varan started beating his tail with excitement, though he had to keep his aura from flaring. The fun couldn't start too soon. Destroying his enemy and a city. This glutton was going to need extra hands.
The sound of buzzing caught his ears. The dragon turned his head and found the meganulon and meganula feasting on the body of their former queen. Or maybe he could use an army.
Varan looked out to the sea sniffing the air. He lost track of long he'd been imprisoned for. This time was strange. But one thing was still true. Prey still smelled the same.
He ripped his head back letting out a roar startling the giant dragonflies. They stopped moving to look at the dragon. Fear was coursing through each one. That roar wasn't a challenge or a warning. It was a message.
Varan the Glutton was hungry.