Godzilla: A New Begining

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Godzilla: A New Beginning

Uncovering a Titan

Alaskan Bush, Midday, 1989;

The choppers blades sounded like thunder as the craft sped through the frigid air. The crew’s leader, 25 year old Dr. Eric Shinmura, huddled in his parka. He was mostly American but had some Japanese blood in his veins, where his name came from. He was rather handsome, his skin tanned and body well built, both from hours on end, digging for the bones of ancient species that lay below the Earth’s soil. His eyes gave a small hint to his Japanese nature, though it didn’t fully show the shape Asians normally had in their eyes. He had radiant blue eyes, hid behind glasses. Beneath the parka’s hood lay short black hair, which he kept well groomed. The expedition’s guide, a man of Inuit descent, set next to him. The strongly built, hardy man had brown eyes and a rough face, but that same face also showed kindness and understanding. This man had discovered something most unusual in the vast frontier of the Alaskan wilderness. “We’re almost there now,” the guide said. “And you haven’t said a word,” he said to Eric.
“Oh sorry, just don’t like the cold,” said Eric. “By the way, my name is Dr. Eric Shimura,” he said, extending his hand.
The Inuit shook his hand. “My Inuit name is Kazait, which means Wandering Wolves, my mother named me that because I ventured all over the place, ever since I could first crawl,” he said. “But my English name is Steven.”
Eric nodded. “Alright, Steven.” he said. “What is it exactly we’re coming to see?”
Steven thought back, remembering the details before answering. “I ventured out here to ice fish on a lake not far from here, I’d gone that way many times but we’d had a recent tremor in this area, or so I’m told, and debris from a rockslide forced me to go closer to the mountain than normally,” he said. “There I discovered these massive spikes jutting from the ground, almost up to my waste at the highest point,” he said. “At first I thought they were rock but on closer expectation, I discovered they were made of fossilized bone,” he continued, thinking back further. “In my travels, I’ve seen many fossil and I know what they look like,” he said. “These were fossils.”
“I dug deeper to try to uncover it, thinking I may be able to get some money out of it but I quickly discovered that the tallest spine was at least seventeen feet tall when I hit the back of the creature. And most strangely, the spines below the surface were like a maple leaf,” he continued. “And in both directions, the spines went a long distance but I needed to keep my strength up for the return trip back to the village so I couldn‘t get the fossils all the way up,” he said. “I’ve never seen anything like that before on that path, so it must have been uncovered by the rockslide.”
Eric nodded. “I can assure you, this fossil seems quite impressive from what you’ve said,” he said. “And I’m nearly certain it’s a new species.” Eric was lucky to have been the closest scientist in the field of paleontology to Steven’s discovery. “And I’m certain a number of museums will pay a handsome amount for a 20 plus foot dinosaur skeleton,” he commented. “And you didn’t find the head?”
Steven nodded. “The head is still buried but I found the base of it,” he said. “And so is the tail.”
“Let’s hope it’s a complete skeleton, because this could be a major discovery.”
It was fifteen minutes before they landed at the base of the mountain. Eric followed the Inuit out of the helicopter, shivering in the even colder air outside the chopper but he carried on, the excitement of what he and his team may find driving him on. As the rest of his team followed, his excitement skyrocketed as he began to see the outline of the dorsal spines mentioned by Steven, as he said, they were shaped like maple leafs, an interesting trait. He was left speechless when they reached what Steven had unearthed, he’d only found part of the back up to the skull, but from that to the most massive dorsal spine was 20 to 30 feet. “Alright people, we’ve got work to do,” he said, some excavation equipment had also been dropped off by other helicopters to help with the excavation. It’d been known from the start just how gigantic the beast would be so it was a necessity to bring the machines.

It would be several weeks before the massive dinosaur was freed from its frozen tomb. It was a saurian creature, its head rounded with a shorter snout, the creature’s maw full of double rows of teeth, similar to sharks. The main row of serrated, maple leaf-shaped, dorsal spines began at the neck and ran clear to its tail, starting off small and increasing up to the 17 foot dorsal spine in the middle, then decreasing in size until almost the end of the long crocodilian-like tail bone. Tree long razor-sharp spikes curved out of the end, obviously to be used as a weapon of some sort. In addition to the main dorsal spines, there was a smaller set on both sides. The creature was bipedal, supported by large, powerful legs, its front arms were longer than most theropod dinosaurs and ended with three fingers and an unusual trait for a dinosaur, an opposable thumb, all of which had a sharp claw. The most amazing trait, however, was the creature was 64 feet tall when standing erect and almost twice that from the top of its nose to the tip of its tail. It was easily the largest theropod dinosaur ever unearthed.
Steven looked over the dinosaur. “Its gigantic,” he said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Nether have I,” said Eric, examining the behemoth skeleton with great excitement. “And it gets stranger, this creature seems to be at least semi-aquatic, the teeth, spine, and tail all lead to that. And some organic features were preserved in the fossilization, including both lungs and gills,” he said. “This creature is a completely amphibious reptile.”
“What are you going to call this creature?”
Eric thought it out, wondering what name could possibly describe this thing. One from his Japanese ancestry seems fitting. “Gojira.”

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Impact

NASA Headquarters, midday, Present Day;

The control room was a buzz of activity, it was a special mission, a rarity that a craft had to be rushed into flight. The International Space Station was now in a decaying orbit; threatening to fall out of orbit and crash into the Earth with its crew still onboard. The Discovery had been hurried into action and launched earlier that day. “This is mission control to space shuttle Discovery, what is your status commander Terrence,” said the lead scientist.
“This is Discovery to mission control, we’re approaching the International Space Station,” said the commanding astronaut on the ship.
“Alright, now we’re running out of time so hurry, the station will enter the Earth atmosphere soon and we need to get those men and women out of there before that happens.”

International Space Station, 12:15 pm;

Michael Stone, a 40 year old astronaut with fair skin, red hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile, finished collecting his stuff and rushed to the airlock area. He’d been commanding officer on this mission for the last five months, he couldn’t figure out how this had happened but boy it was happening, they had 20 minutes before the craft would enter the atmosphere, so time was of the essence. Suddenly, he stopped by the main computer and activated it. “Commander Stone, what are you doing? Time is running out,” said a black haired Russian that shared the station.
“I just need to find out where this thing is going to land,” said Michael, projecting the course on the computer. “Good thing I did, according to this, most of the debris would land in San Francisco,” he said. “Get on the shuttle, I’ll alter the course to see if I can make it land much further north.”
The Russian nodded. “Ok, be hurrying up commander,” he said, running to the airlock.
Michael typed on the control panel as fast as he could, altering certain aspects about the station to make it land further north. The computer said it’d land in the Arctic Ocean. “That’s the best I’ll be able to do,” he said. He turned to leave but the monitor came alive. The image was blurry at best, he could make out are large black shape with two glowing red eyes.
The figure was speaking a language that Michael couldn’t understand at all but there was one word he could make out. “Gigan,” it said, the tone threatening, adding an ominous tone to the word. A few ‘sentences’ later, it once again said the word. It said it that word several times throughout before the transmission ended.
Michael shook his head in disbelief but looked at the timer, 10 minutes till reentry. He ran to the docking area and rushed into the Discovery. “The station will land somewhere in the Arctic Ocean,” he said, buckling up as the shuttle detached from the station. He looked to the Russian. “Ivan, does the word Gigan mean anything to you?”
Ivan cocked his eyebrow. “No, why is it you ask?”
Michael thought about it, deciding not to make himself look stupid. “Its nothing.”

Northern Icecap, 12:30 pm;

The Arctic was in the portion of the year it faced opposite of the sun, cloaked in night for months on end. However, a blazing object lit up the dark sky. The International Space Station broke apart as it tore through the sky but even as metal and solar panels tore off and spread throughout the wasteland, the main portion of the station remained whole. The white hot center module careened through the skies, barreling towards the icy landscape below. The impact was great, smashing through the ice, uprooting and sending it flying in all directions. The great heat melted ice and raised the temperature of the water for only a few moments, however that would be enough to trigger the greatest disaster mankind had ever known. The ice weakened around a missive iceberg that had remained under the impact site for eons. Its top may have extended out of the water, but the rest of its mass, as with many icebergs, was underwater, kept safely frozen for countless millennia with its prisoner incased deep inside. However, while the world of man was safe from the behemoth, he was not completely safe from it. Nuclear pollution of all sorts had circulated through the currents, mutating this titan to massive size and power. He was the same species as Shinmura had discovered in Alaska’s bush, only very much alive. His skin was charcoal grey, the serrated dorsal spines were a grayish blue with flesh creeping up the center to hold them in place, and most importantly, the mutated leviathan towered over four times the size of his former self, an enormous 90 meters tall and measured over 200 meters from the tip of his nose to the end of his tail.
As the ice cracked and split, previously weakened by Global Warming, now shattered by the force of the International Space Station, it could no longer hold ‘Gojira’ in his hibernation as the loud noise of the splintering ice woke the beast. His spines flashed blue, heat building up in them, causing the ice to melt and crack further. His claws began to move, life rushing back into the prehistoric titan. At last, his fiery orange, reptilian eyes opened to behold the world for the first time in centuries. He tore free from his icy prison, rising out of the frozen sea and letting out a long, bellowing roar to echo along the silent wastelands. The mammoth beast’s mind filled with anger at his awakening, like any creature awakened against its will from hibernation, he dove under the ice, swimming towards warmer waters.