Pteradactylus: Classified

[Gyaos]

Pteradactylus: Classified
Chapter 1
High Seas


GMCD Headquarters

Los Angeles, California, 8:03 PM Pacific Time.

Dick Mason sat in his office, choked full of the cancerous smoke from the 5 cigars he went through in what was another typical work day for him. He had recently been put in charge of the communcations sector of the GMCD headquarters building where they monitoried everything from GMCD military coms to alleged sightings of new monsters. When a monster was sighted, the usually dull and stagnant office erupted with life and energy. When an existing monster was sighted, Dick would generally think:

"Oh, its him again..."

Or

"Oh look its so-and-so, no big deal"

Dick never took these creatures sereously. Probably because he'd never been around when one came waltzing through the neighborhood. By the same token, he had no interest in being there when one came around town. He'd much rather be in his cozy little office then in the midst of pissed off giant Pteradactyl or an enraged mutant Armadillo. No, Dick was happy just where he was. He took a box of cigars off his desk with his right hand and his lighter with his left. From the box he removed his 6th cigar today and lit it. He took a long drag when his co-worker Tracy Bates came barging in holding a mound of papers and his suitcase. His clothes and hair where dissheveled as if he had gotten into a fight on the way over. Dick casually looked over at his co-worker and raised a brow, taking the cigar out of his mouth to speak.

" 'The hell happened to you?" he asked.

Tracy stumbled through the doorway and set down the messy pile of papers and straightened his jacket.

"I was, uh, running late again..." Tracy smiled sheepishly as he fumbled with the buttons of his coat.

Dick looked Tracy with a lazy expression on his face as he took another drag. Tracy looked back at him with a worrysome look.

"Come on man dont tell the chief" He said with a tone that matched his look.
"Relax Bates, I sit on my ass all day in here and the Chief never gives me shit. You'll be fine.." Dick replied, confident in the fact that the Chief lets people get away with one too many things. Dick couldnt blame him, really. When theres giant man-eating monsters running around who destroy cities for shits and giggles, your employees where the least of your worries.

Dick's words served as a bit of relief for Tracy, who now looked more relaxed than he did when he came in. Tracy walked over to his desk and sat down, opening the right drawer of his desk and taking out a stack of papers and a pencil. Tracy began to write away as Dick looked away back at the bulky radio console that sat on his desk. Dick was hoping that he could go through a single day without that radio causing a racket about a monster sighting that was probably a misidentification or hoax.

In a way Dick felt a little stupid about his job. To him the GMCD was basically the monster police. He wouldnt be surprised if the Loch Ness Monster was sighted in downtown LA trying to buy souveniers. Granted, this was better than his previous job as an LAPD cop. The only downside was that the crooks and murderers he chased after where generaly around 160 feet tall and more often than not fired some kind of energy projectile from their eyes or mouth.

Suddently his train of thought was broken by the sound of static coming from the radio. This could only mean 1 thing: A monster, or a hoax. Dick was hoping for the latter. Suddently a voice spoke out through the choppy radio signal. Dick could barely understand a damn thing the guy was saying, so he tried adjusting the frequency. At last, the voice came through crystal clear.

"This is the Highwave Fishing Company contacting the GMCD headquarters, come in! This is an urgent emergency broadcast!"

Dick rolled his eyes and picked up the mouthpeice and pressed down the talk button.
"This is GMDC headquarters, please describe your emergency with as much detail as possible"

Dick answered back, not bothering to sound like he actually gave a damn that someplace was under seige by a monster.

"There is a large eel or snake of some kind attacking the warehouse, it's going after all the fish we have in cold storage. Send help!"

The voice on the other side replied.
Dick looked over at Tracy and hollered

"Hey Bates get chief on the line, we got a monster attacking the fishery down by the harbor" he said.

Without a word, Bates dialed the Chief's number on the office phone and laid down all the information for the chief. Dick could hear the chief's distinctive bellow through the mouthpeice of the phone. Dick could already picture the chief in his office, surrounded by books, coffee mugs, and mountains of paperwork yelling over the phone until his face turned blue.

Highwave Fisheries Company
Los Angeles, California, 8:20 PM Pacific Time

Workers ran in terror as the creature that attacked not even 20 minutes ago snaked its way through the asphault towards the cold storage warehouse. Lester Mays was among those fleeing the scene when he stopped to gaze apon the sea-beast. Looking back, he could see the massive eel-like creature attempting to fit it's head through the large, broken window on the western side of the building. Lester couldnt make out exactly how big the creature was, since the rest of it was submerged in water. From what he could see however, the creature was about 50 meters in length, and about 10 meters wide. The skin was a flat grey and perfectly smooth, even slimy looking. It's eyes where near the top of it's head and where saucer shaped. The pupil was interesting in the fact that it was a semicircle with two lines extending outwards from the top, unlike any fish Lester had ever seen before.

The creature's throat expanded and it made a series of croaks that sounded almost like drumming. That noise was enough to send Lester running for his life among the crowd. The creature finally succeeded in breaching the factory and began gorging itself on the fish. As the creature did so, military scout choppers flew overhead and recorded every single detail of the incident as it unfolded and reported it back to the GMCD headquarters who where in the process of mobilizing their special forces division. The creature was far to busy feeding to notice these metal insects buzzing around it. The creature gradually began to feel uncomfortable and found it increasingly harder to breathe. It could feel it's skin begin to dry because of the cold night air.

Suddently a massive gust of wind swept the creature's body to the side and put it's head in a very uncomfortable position. The creature began to thrash about, causing the entire half of the building it was stuck in to begin crack and weaken. An ear splitting screech echoed through the night which made the creature nervous. Suddently a shockwave shook the area, signaling the arrival of something lassive that had just landed a short distance away.

Meanwhile at the GMCD headquarters, Dick Mason had been monitoring the entire situation from his office when he saw the newcomer arrive. All he needed to identify the newcomer was the familiar quadrupal, hunched over posture and the distinctive 3 pronged crest. The scout choppers overhead shone their search lights apon the newcomer to reveal the grey-skilled pterosaur on the ground on all fours.

"Ah shit, it's Pteradactylus" Dick cursed under his breath. Dick knew that when Pteradactylus showed up it was either to eat the attacking monster, or drive it out of what the pterosaur considered "his" territory..or both. Regardless, Dick was somewhat excited to see how the battle would go down. Generally Pteradactylus saved Dick the trouble of having to make a million phonecalls to 7 diffrent Army officials and egg them on to send anything they've got to shell the damn things to death and instead just kicked the other monster's ass, take a few nibbles here and there, then leave. The downside was, that it was one more monster to deal with.

Back at the warehouse, Pteradactylus took a few seconds to observe his helpless prey who was stuck inside the building and it's struggling only helped lodge it in the window even further as the rebar and sharp peices of concrete prevented it from pulling itself out. Pteradactylus slowly moved closer, watching out for any potential suddent moves by his prey. As far as he could tell however, this succulent morsel wasnt going anywhere. The creature was now in complete distress. It's throat pouch expanded and it began producing the drum-like croaks again in a vain attempt to scare off this potential attacker. Potential was not the proper word to use howver, as Pteradactylus knew EXACTLY what he was here to do. He was here to eat his fill.

Wasting no more time simply staring at it, Pteradactylus cumbersomly waddled over and bit down on the creature's neck, attempting to go for an instant kill so he could feast sooner. Pteradactylus's sharp teeth easly cut through the creature's slimy tissues and sliced into several veins and arteries in the creature, causing it to hemmorage. The creature began to thrash about wildly as the croaking noises it produces sounded more frantic and paniced. In response, Pteradactylus bit down harder and pulled, intent on tearing out the creature's throat. The wall the creature was stuck in finally gave way and it broke free at last. However it broke free too late. The creature thrashed about more violently, intent on freeing itself from the attacker despite already close to death from immense blood loss.

Pteradactylus replied by simply cocking it's head to the right and was rewarded with a satisfying crack created by the snapping of the creature's neck. The animal's body immediatly went limp. Pteradactylus craned his kill over the building and plopped it onto the ground and began tearing into the creature's body, pulling out large slabs of meat. His keen hearing allowed him to hear incoming military forces in the form of the Daddy-O super tank and fighter planes. Pteradactylus thought nothing of these lesser beings, as he had dealt with them before and knew that their puny "fire-makers" could not damage him. Pteradactylus had no desire to stay in this human polluted place and decided to take some of his kill with him. He used his claws to slice the creature's head off and used his prehensile feet to carry the severed head off into the skies.

Colonel Max Johnson was among the GMCD special forces dispatched to the area. He had watched the grisly feast from the safety of his jeep. He hopped out of his vehicle and walked towards the headless carcass of the eel creature which had hours ago had attempted to feed, and then found itself as food for something bigger. The colonel took his hat off and turned towards his men.

"Get me GMCD on the line......" he barked.

"I wanna find out how this damn thing got here without us knowing..."

[Gyaos]

Pteradactylus: Classified
High Seas
Chapter 2

GMCD Headquarters

Los Angeles, California, 9:41 PM Pacific Time

"So tell me again how the hell that fish faced freak got into American shores without us knowing? 'Aint that what you guys are supposed to do? Tell us that a monster's coming in advance?" Shouted Colonel Max Johnson at chief Terrence.

"Colonel, I dont see the need to worry, the creature is dead now. What's all the fuss" Replied Chief Terrence. The colonel scoffed and took a drag from his cigar.
"Fuss? The fuss, chief, is that another monster could pull that same shit and catch us completely off guard. Theres nothing worse then getting ambushed by a monster we know nothing about. I expect you goons at the GMCD to locate these things and let us know if they're approaching a populated area dammit!" The colonel finally finished before dipping his cigar in the ashtray on the desk next to him.

Dick Mason had been listening to the colonel's rant the moment he had stormed through the front door. Dick didnt care much about the other divisions of the GMCD, he focused more on his section. Hell, he didnt even know they had a Tracking section until now. The colonel began to speak again.

"Now, heres what we do. First and foremost, I wanna know if theres any more of those things. Last thing I need is for there to be more fish freaks running around. Secondly, I want a plan of action. You guys are the monster experts; I wanna know what we can use to kill these slimy sons of bitches" said the colonel.

"We've dispatched some research vessles and we've begun investigating any peculiar sightings over the past few weeks that could give us some indication of where this thing came from and if there are more" replied the chief. Chief knew that if a repeat of what happened a few hours happened, the Pentagon would be up his ass about it. Monsters where taken as sereous threats by the US government. They created the GMCD as a means to research countermeasures against them, and track monsters so proper equipment could be readied in advance to deal with them. Even a single slip could be catastrophic. Chief Terrence was lucky as hell that this recent one wasnt. It could have been a whole lot worse.

"Well we'll take the carcass and see what we can learn from it" said Chief Terrence in an attempt to make Colonel Johnson a tiny bit happier. The colonel cast him a look that told Terrence that he didnt give a damn what they did with the body, all he wanted was for the damn things to die.

Tokyo bay, Japan

12:00 AM

As the sun rose over the city of Tokyo, the research team headed by Professor Steve Prescott prepared to embark on their journey into the pacific to investigate reports of a creatures similar to the one that attacked the fishing warehouse in Los Angeles. Prescott walked down the dock while carrying his briefcase full of his notes and other assorted information. He gazed up at the vessle that would be taking them on this journey. From a distance one would probably mistake it for a Yacht, however apon closer examination it is clearly not what it seems. The vessel seemed sleek and futuristic, and quite out of place with the rest of the ships here. The bow section of the ship had two large cylindrical drums on both sides of the ship, apparently flotation devices of some kind. On the command center was a variety of antennas and dishes which occasonally flashed with red or blue lights.

One of the soldiers accompanying Prescott saw that the scientist was dazzled by the apperance of this fancy looking craft.

"Wait until you see the inside.." the soldier said to Prescott as he walked up the wooden ramp and into the ship. Prescott followed close behind, wondering if this ship had the proper equipment required by this task. His question would soon be answered as the entire below deck area was essencially a laboratory, complete with the SkyTech 5000 Supercomputer, the Microtron electron microscope, and a variety of other tools that would assist greatly in this scientific expedition. Prescott raised a brow and nodded in approval as he set his suitcase down on a metal table to his immediate left.
Prescott heard the sound of approaching footsteps and briefly turned around to see who it was. The captain of the ship decended into the sanctuary of the scientists and tipped his hat in respect.

"Glad to have you aboard professor. Make yourself comfortable, we'll be embarking shortly" the captain smiled as he went back up the spiraling metal staircase from which he came. Prescott began to open up his breifcase and remove the contents which he would then spread across the table. He would take his reading glasses out of a leather sleeve in his coat pocket and put them on. He began to examine the papers that where laid out before him, most notably one regarding an incident with a Japanese fishing trawler no more than 30 miles from Tokyo Bay.

"Interesting" thought Prescott as he thouroughly examined the report. Based on what he could see, the discription more or less matches the creature that "attacked" the fishery in Los Angeles. The report went on to say that despite the dangerously close encounter, the creature did not make any attempt to harm the fishermen at all, wanting their catch instead.

"Passive with a diet consisting stricty of fish.." Prescott said to himself out loud. His train of thought was suddently disturbed by the ship's engine roaring to life followed by the suddent loos of equilibrium from the ship beginning to move.
"Well I can safely say that this creature is not a man-eater and other than the minor damage it causes in it's search for food, this creature...or creatures...pose no threat to humanity, as far as I can tell" said Prescott out loud, pretending that the others in the lab heard him.

Suddenly Prescott was disturbed by the sound of the bot engine stalling out. Before even had time to regester that the engine had died, the electronic equipment began to emmit high pitched screeching noises, the screens faded in and out of static as a bright spectrum of colors swallowed them. Prescott and the other scientists, baffled by this bizzare occurance, stepped away from the machinery fearing it would explode. While it may sound silly, if a computer is making strange noises and producing even stranger lights, its completely understandable that you'd think it would blow. To their surprise it didnt; almost as soon as it happened, it stopped.

Apparently the computers where not the only things affected by this bizzare "pulse" as Prescott came to call it, as the captain stormed down the spiral stairs and into the laboratory.

"What in god's name was that??" the captain demanded to know, just as puzzled as the rest of them.

"Im not sure, but it appeared to be some kind of pulse. Possibly a magnetic interferance" replied Prescott, hoping his theoretical answer would serve to ease the captain.
"Enough to shut down the entire ship??" countered the captain.

"Well captain electro magnetic pulses disable electronics and certain machinery, as we experienced down here around the same time your ship shut down" calmly replied Prescott.
The captain seemed less tense now that he had an explanation from a scientist. Prescott thought otherwise. He wasnt exactly sure if it really was an electro magnetic pulse. Granted, hed never been within the vicinity of electronics when one happened, but he knew enough about the effects to conclude that this was no electromagnetic pulse. No, this was something else. Something...unique.


Mojave desert

10:43 AM

The Mojave had been relativly quiet for some time now. The sun was as relentless as ever, scorching the sand with it's rays of light. This silence however, would soon be broken by a small disturbance. The ground began to quake and tremble, breaking apart and crumbling in on itself as something massive began to rise from the depths of the earth. The intensity of the sun seemed to increase, just because of this. The area grew unbearably hot and an all too familiar orange gas shot out like a geyser. A massive, horned head rose from the depths and roared into the blistering sky. Baron Lobus had returned. The colossal dinosaur hauled his body from the crevice which had opened and took his first breath of the surface air in a long time.

The humans had not killed him, simply delayed him. No longer did the reptillian creature wish to be trapped in the confines of his subterranian environment. He longed to return to the surface world. However he had another desire. One even he, with his might could not ward off. The desire to venture out. To seek something. Baron Lobus did not know what exactly was causing this, but he knew that it left a trail leading to it. The more he allowed this desire to sink in, the more it told him about itself. Whatever was causing it possessed great power. Temptation was playing it's evil hand on the dinosaur's mind. The beast shook it's head to rid itself of the alluring desire to find the source of this. However the thought would not bend, and soon Baron Lobus would be forced to yeild.
Fueled by a zealous desire to claim this power for his own, Baron Lobus once again walked the earth along the path that this...disturbance, was slowly paving for him.

Little did he know that another creature was falling to the same, twisted temptation with it's seductive promise of infinite power. Pteradactylus took to the skies in persuit of it as well.......

[Gyaos]

Pteradactylus: Classified
High Seas
Chapter 3

Onboard the research vessle duspatched into the Pacific Ocean by the GMCD, Professor Steve Prescott continued to try and peice the puzzle together. Suddenly he heard yelling and running on the upper decks. Dropping his papers, Prescott vaulted himself off his seat and scrambled up the siral staircase of the ship, nearly slipping in the process as he ducked his head under the small doorway which lead into the command center. Inside where several of the crewmen and the captain watching a news report on a small portable television.

"We have just received reports that the flying monster known as Pteradactylus has been sighted in Japan, over Osaka and seems to be heading outwards towards the sea, his current destination is unknown but we-"

Suddenly a hand from offscreen reaches over and gives the anchorman a sheet of paper. The anchroman's eyes widended slightly before clearing his throat and looking at the viewers again.

"This just in, intense seismic and volcanic actvity has been reported in the Solomen islands. Fissures several miles long have split the islands, and rivers of lava have emerged from the ground and have burned all the vegeitation to ash. Geologists have been unable to give an explanation to these bizzare, destructive occuran-"

The anchorman was cut off by the sound of static from the television as the device began emitting bizzare noises, much like those that they had heard only several hours back. The screen began to flicker until it too became static.

"Captain! The the instruments are going out of control!!!" Shouted a crewman in desperation as he stared at the controls helplessly.

The captain marched over and watched in shock as the ship's gauges and meters spun out of control. Suddenly the ship began to emmit sputtering noises from within before the vessle ceased all movement. A high pitched screeching noise began to blast through the cabin, forcing everyone to cover their ears. Windows shattered, gauges and watches broke. The sound became so intense that it brought everone in the cabin to their knees. Prescott grunted as he tried to get to his feet despite the painful noise trying to beat him back down. Out of the corner of his eye Prescott spotted something strange happen about 60 meters away from the boat; a bright, multicolored light began to shine from the depths of the sea and just as this happened, the noise began to subside. The light began to grow ever more intense until there was a bright flash which blinded all who bore witness to it; and within seconds, it too subsided. Prescott reluctaintly unshelided his eyes and saw that the ocean continued to glow bright red, blue and orange.

Suddenly the boat was rocked by a collision from below. Before anyone could take a guess as to what it was, a massive, flat head emerged from the depths; two bulbous yellow eyes stared into the command center of the ship. Prescott and the rest of the crew stumbled back in fear, thinking the creature was going to attack. Instead, however, the creature simply staired. Prescott saw this as an oppertunity to examine the creature up close; the beast was indeed what he came to call a 'Drummer Eel". All the characteristics matched: Slimy, charcoal skin. A flat, broad head with bulging yellow eyes. Before he could not anything else however, the creature's head sank below the waves again. Prescott braced hmself, thinking the creature was going to strike from below. A minute passed and still nothing. Beleiving the threat was over, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Prescott slowly stood up and brushed off his coat before walking towards the window of the command center. Snatching a set of binoculars from a wooden stand adjacent to him, he peered through them and saw DOZENS of Drummer Eels congregating around the light; many of them swimming around it while others rising from the depths.

"So this is where they come from..." Prescott said, as if understanding the puzzle now.

Suddenly he spotted something in the distance; it apeared to be the sail of some kind, very much like that of a ship. The object was coming towards the stern end of the ship at about 2 knots.

"Captain, we have a vessle approaching the area." Prescott said while pointing at the general direction of the incoming object.

The captain walked over and took the binoculars from Prescott and peered into them, seeing the same "ship" as Prescott. He lowered the binoculars and turned to the nearest crew member.

"Get me on the horn" said the Captain.

The "horn" was slang for the megaphone system the ship had. Prescott wasnt exactly sure why a research vessle would have one. To scare off the monsters maybe? If that was the case, Prescott wasnt all too sure it would work effectivly on monsters as it would a normal animal. The captain holding a megaphone of sorts marched outside, his first mate following close behind like a duckling would to it's mother. The captain stood at the very edge of the stern and raised the megasphone to his mouth.

"Attention vessle, you are approaching restricted waters, please turn around at once!" shouted the captain into the device. He then lowered the megaphone and staired at the ship, waiting for a response. The ship stayed it's course and continued to advance at the same speed. A Drummer Eel swam towards the onject out of curiosity. Suddenly the water around the ship erupted with semi-transparent blue tentacles. The Eel thrashed violently as the tentacles pulled it below the sea and within moments, the struggle ended.

"That's not a ship, dammit!" shouted the captain as he rushed back into the command center and picked up the speaker to the PA system.

"All hands brace for impact, everyone to their action stations NOW!" shouted the captain as the object was now no more than 25 meters away from coliding with the side of the ship. Prescott could see it almost clearly now: it's surface was semi-transparent light blue with dark blue specs dotting the fin and most of the mantel. Prescott could clearly see water fluctuating below the surface of the incoming object, almost as if it where some kind of propulsion system. Wanting to see no more, Prescott took off towards the command center just as the object collided with the side of the ship. Soon the transparent tentacles began to snake up the side of the ship and began to wreak havok on deck. The crewmembers took up fire axes and tried hacking away at the tentacles. prescott slipped over a puddle of slime that oozed off of the tentacles. Prescott hit his head off the wooden deck as the world around him started to spin. Through the blur and chaos, Prescott could see one poor fellow get stabbed through the stomach by a tentacle and then pulled overboard. Prescott witnessed this and his adrenaline skyrocketed, he struggled to get to his feet, stumbling around as the ship was rocked by each movement the creature made. Prescott then heard something; a loud screech coming from the skies. As he fell on his back again, he saw the massive silhouett of Pteradactylus swoop down from the skies and plant his talons into the mantel of the creature. The creature let out an agonized whine as the massive reptile began gnawing away at the soft, jelly like tissue with his beak. Water spurted out from the huge wounds in it's mantel; its skin began to bubble and pop as all the air inside it began to escape into the atmosphere. The creature's many tentacles thrashed about violently. Pteradactylus raises his wings and flapped them once, and with this he tore a massive chunk of the creature's mantel off and flew away with it.

Prescott rose to his feet atlast and watched the pterosaur fly in circles above the bright light emminating from the bottom of the sea. Suddenly, the ship was shaken once more as the light in the water began to grow brighter. Massive crystalline towers of gold and diamond erupted from around the glowing spot, continuing to grow as high as 50 meters. Pteradactylus swooped down from the skies once more and perched himself aboard one of these crystalline towers and continued to feast on his meal. Prescott noticed that the towers also emmited the same light as the water within their "cores". Prescott continued to examine and not move a muscle, fearing that Pteradactylus would attack. Though the beast seemed plenty satisfied with his recent meal, Prescott wouldnt dare risk provoking it. Prescott slowly eased his way towards the command center. He began to sweat and tremble as he could see the massive pterosaur's eye tracking his every movement. Sicking his back against the wall, Pterscott slowly reached for the doorknob with his right hand while keeping his eyes glued on the feasting monster dangerously close to the ship. Prescott wrapped his hand around the doorknob and turned it just as slowly as he reached for it, the door making a high pitched creak as it slowly swung open. This faint noise seemingly caught Pteradactylus's attention as it's dark eyes once again focused on Prescott. In a panic, Prescott threw himself through the threshold of the door and slammed it shut, panting once he was clear of the outside.

The captain spat on the ground then looked at the fatigued Prescott, who looked back at him and tried to speak, but he was far too exhausted to even do that.

"I dont think he is going to attack" Prescott as he panted one last time.

The captain laughed, thinking of his words as some kind of joke.

"That creature's body wont appease him forever! When it's finished with that it' going to attack us next!" said the Captain while wiping the sweat from his forehead before staring at Prescott demandingly again.

Prescott sighed and raised his hands walking towards the captain.

"Listen, this is a good oppertunity to deploy the ROV and find out what's causing these Drummer Eeels to surface all of the suddent. Pteradactylus will be occupied eating his fill and most likely will target the Drummer Eels in the area than us. Captain, this may be the last chance we ever get, and dont forget that you are current under the GMCD's payroll meaning you'd best do what we came here for" explained Prescott.

The captain was clearly not pleased by Prescott's choice of deploying the ROV especially when in the vicinity of a giant monster with several dozen, maybe even hundreds below them. Though Prescott had a point; atleast he'd get paid for doing this. if he survived, that is. The captain sighed and shook his head in approval.

"Get the ROV ready for deployment. it's time to get to the bottom of this" he said as he left the command center. Prescott looked at everyone else in the commander, and they looked right back. Prescott looked at them and shooed the crewmen.

"What are you waiting for? Get that ROV ready!" Prescott demanded. The workers looked at him blankly and left to the cargo bay to retreive the ROV. Prescott followed the workers and watched as they removed the television sized ROV. The submersible; the craft was roughly bullet shaped, with cylindrical ballst tubes flanking both sides. A spherical 'head" was bolted on the front, and ontop of that was a shiny blue lens which housed the camera which would provide them live video feed of what is at the bottom of this location. The ROV had two small fans on it's back to allow it to move underwater. One of the workers began to untether the long steel cable which would connect the ROV and it's camera to the Ship and it's systems. From above, the revolving cargo bay door on the ceiling allowed the light of day to pour inside the otherwise dark cargo area. A mechanical whine was heard as the ship's motor crane lowered it's hook which latched onto a ring-shaped port on the top of the ROV. Two workers walked over and made sure the hook was fastened onto the ring. One fellow who wore dirty coveralls, signaled the crane operatior to lift the ROV. The mechanical whine was heard again along with the straining of metal as the crane lifted the ROV out of the cargo bay and out of sight. Prescott returned to the upper decks in time to see the ROV be plopped into the water, the tether which connects it to the ship was now being attatched to a viewing screen situated on a small white stool. The same fellow in the coveralls adusted the metal antennas on the veiwing scren until the static on the screen transformed first person view of the ROV's camera staring at one of the massive pillars of cystal which jutted out of the water.

Prescott eyed Pteradacylus cautiously as this all transpired. Interestingly, the creature seemed more curious than it did hungry. Pteradactylus stared right back, obsering the activities of the workers as they made the final adjustments to the ROV before Prescott nodded and the device plunged into the depths. Pteradactylus had seen such actions before. He recognized this as the humans he coexisted with persuing their quest for knowlege. Though he wondered why the Humans where here. Had they come in response as the same call that brought him to this watery "land"? if so he would happily strike these humans and their ship down it it meant getting the power for himself. Pteradactylus took a glance at the crystal tower which he lay perched apon and sensed a familiar scent. Yes, yes this was it. This structure generates the same alluring aura of power which had brought him here in the first place. However he sensed something else as well, something....diffrent. However this scent was diffrent; though it retained much of the alluring power aura, it also gave off something new, almost like throbbing. No, several object throbbing. For a second, the pterosaur could have sword it was a heartbeat of some sort. A hearbeat at the bottom of the sea. His curiosity was peaked, however he remained where he was, determined to let the humans bring this power and it's promises to him.

[Gyaos]

Pteradactylus: Classified
High Seas
Chapter 4

Prescott watched as the ROV decended deeper and deeper into the abyss, following the columbs of damond and gold crystal that siraled up from the depths. Every few seconds or so, the comulbs would flash with the same rainbow colored light that they had seen on their way over here. Prescott eyed a meter next to the TV which was linked directly to the ROV's geiger counter. To his surprise the meter began to tick, indicating radiation. Up until now, no radiation had been detected.

"We must be getting closer to the source, said Prescott" with a bit of excitement in his voice.

Suddely there was a rumbling noise followed by something thrashing widly in the water. Prescott and the crew turned their attention to the source of this which came from the starboard bow. Up from the dpeths, a massive plateau of diamond crystal, about 200 meters wide and 140 meters long, rose from the depths; the electronic instruments of the ship began to go haywire again and the dreadful noise followed soon after. The view screen of the ROV was overwhelmed with static as the Plateau continued to rise; Prescott determined that it was atleast 50 feet out of the water and was rising rapidly. Prescott looked back at the view screen which faded in and out of static. From what he could tell, the ROV was being thrased about underwater; the screen constantly shook as objects bumped into the ROV.

Suddently Prescott noticed a bright red light emminate from underwater, followed by a torret of bubbles. Prescott couldnt beleive what he saw; these crystals split the earth's crust right down the mantel, and now magma from below was seeping up! However something else began to rise from the depths; a the silhouett of a horned head rose from the blistering depths followed by a body, arms and finally legs. Prescott would have sworn it was some kind of monster before the ROV's camera was disabled completely, having been taken offline by the combination of the intense heat and EMP effect the crystals had.

Prescott stepped back, unsure of wether or not it was indeed a monster or simply floating debris caused by the rising plateau and volcanic eruption. Atlast the plateau stopped rising, however the boat was now rocked by the immense bubbles generated by the underwater eruption. The ship was suddently pushed to it's side as a result of a massive air bubble. Prescott yelled as he was thrown off his feet and slid towards the edge of the tilting ship. Prescott flailed his arms about, hoping to grab ahold of something planted into the ground while at the same time trying to reduce his speed by digging his heels into the deck. Both of his attempts where in vain as he flew off the side of the ship; but as if by some heavenly force, his lab coat was caught on the metal railing which lined the edge of the ship. Prescott cried out for help as the ship rightened itself.

"A little assistance would be much appreciated!!!" he called out, hoping the captain or a crewmember would hear his calls and come to his aid. No such help arrived though, since judging by the sounds that where coming from behind him, they where more concerned with something else that was happening on the surface. The was a quaking rumble which shook the entire ship and even made the seawater itself dance.

Pteradactylus watched as something began to cause a large crack in the center of this Plateau; the split branched off into even smaller cracks. A firey orange light began to seep out through the cracks when suddenly magma spurted out from the open cracks in the diamond like blood from a fresh wound. The fragments and broken peices of diamond where suddently lifted into the air as a mighty set of horns emerged from the lava. The fissue split wide open as a massive reptillian body forced itself upwards, causing the fires of earth to burst out with it. The monster reared its head back ad let looks a thundering roar which threatened to shatter the entire plateau; Baron Lobus had arrived. Pteradactylus did not like what he saw. Especially the fact that another creature had come to take what was rightfully his.

The monster staired back, it's yellow/orange eyes burned as hot as the very lava that seemingly spawned it. It didnt take long for Pteradactylus to find out wether or not this creature was hostile as it began to take in massive amounts of air; it's chest visibly expanding and making the creature seem even more intimidating than it already was. Seconds later the creature roared again, but this time the sound was accompanied by a pillar of bright orange gas which struck the tower of crystal that Pteradactylus sat on and literally reduced it to molten rock in seconds. Startled, Pteradactylus took to the skies and prepared a counterattack of his own.

The massive Pterosaur flew up into the air above the new creature, making a beeline about 200 meters away from the monster before making a sharp turn at high velocities now speeding towards it like a bullet. The monster simply stood and watched as the flyer propelled itself towards him, bracing himself for the inevitable impact. Pteradactylus brought his wings closer to his body in one last burst of speed as he slammed into the dinosaur with enough force to crack the entire plateau in several places, and even killing dozens of the Drummer eels that swam around the plateau with the shockwave alone. Baron Lobus was unfazed; not a single scratch marked his body as he staired down the perplexed Pteradactylus. The dinosaur lunged foreward, clamping his prodigeous jaws down onto the Pterosaur's neck with incredible force. Though in a seemingly desperate situation, Pteradactylus knew his hide would not be penetrated so easly nor would he be defeated by the likes of this fool.

Yes, there was time. Time to strike back. He opened his eyes as wide as he possibly could; causing an almost invisible membrane to uncover his eyes. Pteradactylus could already feel the sun's rays giving his eyes the power they needed. Almost instantly, the light from the sun caused his eyes to burn bright red as his pupils reflected and concentrated the light into two beams of energy which struck the dinosaur first in his midsection then Pteradactylus slowly turned his head downwards, creating pitch black scorch marks down the creature's thigh and shin. To his surprise, these did absolutly nothing other than irritate the creature. Pteradactylus began to feel the air around him be sucked away into the creature's nose as it released it's hold on his neck.

Pteradactylus bared his hook-like claws and thrust his arm foreward, jamming his claws right into the dinosaur's eyesocket. The beast howled in pain as it stepped back, crimson ichor pouring from it's wound which turned the pearl white diamond they stood on to bloody red, the gas breath it was attempting to use escaped out of it's mouth and nostrils, causing further pain. At last his enemy's defense was shattered, and Pteradactylus moved in for the kill with his toothy beak guiding itself towards the soft throat of his enemy. The winged beast bent his knees and then thrust his body foreward in a tackle, but could not forsee the dinosaur's long, muscular arm lash would and wrap it's long bony fingers around Pteradactylus's throat. The beast let out a final howl of agony before it's bestial shouts became those of sheer, unrelenting anger. With this the reptile leaned foreward and slammed the pterosaur's head into the diamond, shattering it apon contact. Pteradactylus curved his toes and lashed out with his talons, scratching at Baron Lobus's calf but to no avail. It was becoming more obvious to Pteradactylus that stabbing attacks had no effect on this creature, save for it's soft spots.

Perhaps he underestimated this creature? The creature pressed Pteradactylus's head deeper into the diamond, sending shards of the stone up into the air as he began to breathe in deeply again. Instinctivly knowing whats to come, Pteradactylus shut his eyes to avoid them being damaged just as the creature unleashed the foul burning gases from his maw. Within seconds of exposure, the gas began to make his crest and beak glow bright orange; the diamond around his head melted away almost and formed hole which was rapidly increasing in depth. Pteradactylus struggled under the creature's grasp as his head was engulfed in the tremendous heat of both the burning gas and the moten diamond his head was now submerged into. Baron Lobus's breathing began to increase, as he took great satisfaction is observing the helpless state of his opponent. Forming a twisted grin; as best a dinosaur can, Baron Lobus opened his mouth again, his chest expanding with the sheer volume of air he was breathing in. And then, he saw it: A roughly oval shaped strobe began to shine from within the puddle of molten rock that Pteradactylus's head is submered.

Before his primitive brain could even fathom was it was, two crimson rays of energy struck him right in the mouth just as he exhailed, igniting the gas and causing a massive explosion which engulfied his entire head in flames. Baron Lobus felt himself be lifted off the ground as the world around him began to spin; then he felt his back impact against something solid and also felt it break into peices. The explosion had sent the dinosaur crashing into one of the crystal towers nearby and shattering it to peices. Blood splattered onto the ground where the creature once stood. Pteradactylus rose from the ground and shook off the molten rock which dripped off his beak and crest which glowed white hot. He shifted his gaze to the location of where the dinosaur crashed about 50 meters away from him. Narrowing his eyes, Pteradactylus carefully creeped closer. The Pterosaur could see massive amounts of blood oozing out from anywhere in the mound it could, forming a moat of ichor around the mound.

Suddenly the mound began to stir, and Baron Lobus rose once more, blowing orange gas from his nostrils as a clear sign of frustration. Blood poured from his mouth like a fountain through the gaps where his teeth had once been before the explosion forcefully removed them. Black smoke billowed from his face and mixed with the orange gas he breathed out. His strengh would not be shaken by this. He would not allow it. Pteradactylus analyzed his foe carefully, examining the wounds he had inflicted on this creature. He deduced that it's only apparent weak points where the eyes and the inside of the mouth. He began to formulate his next attack when suddently the plateau began to shake, catching the attention of both monsters.

Meanwhile on the ship, the Captain and a crewman helped Prescott back onboard. As Prescott was pulled onboard, he gazed at the view screen of the ROV and saw that it was back online, however the ROV wasnt moving.

"LOOK!" Prescott said with excitement, happy that atleast the ROV was still functioning. Without futher adu, he ran over to the control console, tripping over mooring on the way over. Prescott grabbed onto the table which the view screen sat on with his right hand and pulled himself up while adjusting his glasses with his left. Immediatly something caught Prescott's eye: the entire Plateau was "tethered" to what appeared to be a massive oval-shaped rock formation at the seabed. This rock had veins which pulsed with the same rainbow colored energy as the crystal towers. Prescott grimaced as the screen began to flicker due to chunks of the diamond plateau crashing into the ROV and causing damage to the camera.

"Move the ROV out of there before it's ruined!" Demanded Prescott.

"Im trying, but it's not responding to the controls!" said a crewman who fumbled with the remote control mechanism of the ROV. Prescott got up and snatched the device from the crewman and turned his attention back to the view screen. Prescott began to fumble with the joysticks on the opposite ends of the controller in hopes that the ROV would move. Prescott scratched his chin as he tried to determine why the controller wasnt working. One more glance at the viewscreen gave him the answer he seeked: The ROV was jammed between to large chunks of diamond which must have sprung up when the plateau began to rise. Suddenly movement from the oval rock caught Prescott's eye: the lights pulsed faster and faster as the rock was, as Prescott described, literally "opening up" like some sort of box. From what he could tell two smaller oval-shaped shapes formed on both sides of the rock and extended outwards. From the front end of these oval shape sprung out 3 thick digits, almost like fingers.

The entire front section of the rock extended outwards and revealing a regal crest composed of overlapping triangular spines. As the front section continued to extend, what appeared to be eye sockets where evealed. The bottom half of the front section split into a toothy jaw. Prescott's eyes widened in complete and utter disbeleif: This rock was alive! The large pillar of diamon on it's back which tethered this new creature to the plateau shattered like one would snap a rod of glass due to the creature beginning to stand up on it's rather stubby hind legs. Tiny white eyes opened inside the hollow eyesockets as the creature opened it's rocky maw and released a roar that the water itself could barely muffle.

On the surface, Baron Lobus and Pteradactyls watched as the plateau broke into several massive peices and quickly sunk beneath the raging waters. The section beneath Baron Lobus was the first to meet such a fate, followed shortly by Pteradactylus's. Pteradactylus spread his wings and attempted to take off, but Baron Lobus, still hellbent on killing the creature who had dared to spill his blood, grabbed ahold of the Pterosaur's left foot and dragged it beneath the waves with him. The two beasts each let out one final roar before they where swallowed by the sea. Lurking below, the rock creature looked up and saw the warring reptiles still hacking and slashing at eachother as they drifted to the bottom. His prey was close, and he was lucky for two had answered his call. Now they would suffer.