OOC: Before I continue, I'd like to thank Jet4281 and Tetradrachm on Spacebattles for inspiring the creation of this fic.
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Monarch File #9
100 Miles Outside the Tokyo Quarantine Zone
January 6th, 2014
In the cold January air, a woman in a long black jacket stepped off a train, cold hair puffing out with each breath. Tightening a scarf around her, she moved through the underground subway, through old, quiet streets, into the entrance to an area filled with surprisingly lush, green plant life, with a landscape dotted by stones.
Hundreds of stones.
A cemetery dedicated to those lost in a conflict that had been raging since 1954. When
he first stomped out of the sea and changed the world forever.
She walked through the graveyard, not alone. Men and women, some young and old, said prayers and stood over various gravestones.
Finally, she reached her destination.
Unwrapping her scarf from her head, Chifuyu Orimura took a moment to lean against a nearby tree, looking at the gravestone near a cliff in front of her.
She knew there was no body in there. It was a similar scenario with other gravestones. After all, the Kaiju rarely left any remains behind.
But that didn't stop the sight from stinging.
Walking to the edge of a cliff, she sat down and pulled out a pair of Binoculars as she looked at the abandoned city across the ocean from the graveyard.
What few buildings remained standing were covered in a thick layer of dust. Vehicles, some torn apart, lined the streets. Magma could still be seen occasionally bubbling out from cracks in the ground in short rivers. Smoke drifted like morning fog across the tops of the remaining buildings.
Massive footprints could be seen on rubble and roads. More buildings, some nearly burned, some still slowly sinking into magma provided a more striking image.
All of this was remnants of an old battle. One that split the Earth and unleashed Hellfire into an already devastated city.
[Old Tokyo]
The city after years of monster attacks and rebuilding, had finally caved.
In the year 1995, one last monster battle finally finished the job that began in 1954.
Chifuyu knew this quite well.
After all, she was there when it happened, along with hundreds of men and women in the Kaiju Defense Force as they fought and gave many
way too many of their lives to protect the innocent civilians evacuating.
She could still remember the city like it was yesterday, gleaming with light and glowing with energy.
She remembered Red Ronin, the machine she had piloted for years, suddenly ejecting her as the hull ruptured and buckled under a constant stream of fire.
An attempt to make a giant mechanical monster of their own going horribly wrong.
A giant screaming blob of steel and wiring writhing across the landscape.
Dozens of steel fanged jaws ripping and tearing into buildings and absorbing more and more metal into it's mass.
Blue and multicolored shafts of light colliding.
World on Fire.
Rising from a split in the Earth, fallen buildings like bowing subjects around him, a flood of magma falling off his body like a Reaper's cloak, orange eyes blazing with fury-
Godzilla
Shaking her head away from the memory, she went back to the grave.
Sighing out a frosty breath, she went on her knees and pulled out a flask.
"So." She held it to the ground and leaned back on the slowly whitening ground.
"I guess I should start at the beginning."
''For me, one of the most important moments was when I saw
him for the first time."
Taking a drink from the flask, Chifuyu poured some of the liquid into the ground.
"I'd seen him before on plenty of documentaries, in archival footage. On the news late at night, I saw him breaking out of Mt. Mihara less than an hour after he fell into it in 1984. But the first time I saw Godzilla in person was a year later, in 1985. I was ten years old that night."
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When I approach Orimura, she already knows I'm here.
"I guess I should start at the beginning." She says.
KDF Admiral Chifuyu Orimura started years ago under the Jinguji Military Act of 1989. She is well known as the second pilot of the Mecha Red Ronin, starting with her taking down Baragon in 1989 after literally falling into the cockpit at the age of 14, then officially became the Pilot in 1991. A successful career followed in terms of Kaiju battled.
This career ended with the destruction of Red Ronin during the Fall of Tokyo in 1995. Since then, she has risen through the ranks in the aftermath of the Fall and the events that occurred before and after it, such as the failed Operation: G-Crusher and the reorganization of the KDF that followed the massive loss in manpower and infrastructure during the destruction of G-Base 001 on Adonoa Island and the battles that followed.
She currently works as both an Administrator, Drill Instructor, and battle Commander for the Mech Section of the KDF.
This Interview was a rare chance, as Orimura rarely appears in public or agrees to such requests.
She agreed to the following interview on one condition, one that I will not disclose here in respect of her privacy.
The following section is deliberately done in a style different from the rest of these documents.
This is to properly convey the events of 1985 from a unique perspective.
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1985
Tokyo, Japan
It was like 1954 all over again that night.
The city burned. Four-toed footprints imprinted into the ground, and claw-marks and burns lined gouged-open buildings.
Deeper into the city, faint roars could be hard alongside the sound of fighting.
This relative silence was shattered by a screech, and then the swooping of what could be described as a cross between a dragon and wasp near Tokyo Tower in the distance.
Megaguirus
It spun to the side, narrowing avoiding a blast of blue fire from below.
I saw all of this while running with my parents. We managed to get on a train that was heading out of the city. Of course, that didn't go well.
With a screech of sparks, the train came to a stop. Blocking the way was a sparking, slash lined aircraft, one that had been brutally beaten.
The Super X. It didn't do well in it's first battle. Losing an engine and blocking a civilian transport was probably the last thing on the pilots minds.
For one brief second, everyone on board had avoided disaster.
Then, from behind the train, a familiar sound.
THUMP
The sound of a foot smashing down onto the Earth below. Something the residents of Tokyo had come to know very well.
Another stomp, and then another.
On both sides of the train, at the end, two massive yellow, sickle toed feet touched down.
A drooling purple jaw reflected itself in the windows, an aquatic, finned tail idly swishing around in the air.
Tian-Lung.
China's very own Godzilla. Three Kaiju attacking on one night.
With Red Ronin battling the Meganulon swarm on the other side of the city, we were SOL.
First there was utter silence, the people aboard transfixed by the horror standing right above the train.
When two purple claws grabbed the end of the car, that's when the screaming started.
Shaking the vehicle from the side to side, shattering windows, the dragon ripped off one car with a flourish and raised it to her mouth.
Clutching the train car in both hands, she
squeezed.
There was a terrible crunch, and then a massive amount of red began to leak from the windows and cracks.
Seeming to grin, the Tian-Lung held the train car at the end over her mouth as she greedily lapped up the red fluid leaking out.
In a car near the front, a young girl with messy black hair buried herself into her mothers chest as absolute pandemonium erupted.
That was me, back then. I was scared. Everyone on board was scared.
And why wouldn't they be? It was demolishing the cars one by one, drinking down the remains of everyone inside like it was tomato soup.
Grabbing another car, the Tian-Lung grinned again and crushed it once more.
Again.
Again.
Finally, it reached the last few train cars.
I could see it's shadow over us.
Licking up some red stains outside it's mouth with a segmented tongue, the Tian-Lung began to reach down.
Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps.
Shattering glass.
Shaking cars rattled with every step.
The Tian-Lung turned it's head just in time for a scaly grey fist to come soaring towards it.
55,000 metric tons of fury slammed right into the Tian-Lung's jaw and sent it flying through the air into the bay, fallen teeth impacting into the ground.
Screams of panic turned into utter silence as a grey leviathan stomped forwards, fire in it's orange eyes. Purple blood coated four bone white digits on it's right claw.
It walked right past the train car, shaking it with every step.
The humans mattered nothing to him, only the intruder.
Godzilla.
The Tian-Lung rose from the ground, purple blood dripping from a wound on it's face.
Setting a jaw missing a few teeth back into place with it's claw, it glared at the impassive form of Godzilla.
The dragon let out a booming hiss, and was answered in turn by a roar that shook the Earth.
Steam billowed from the Tian-Lung's mouth as it set itself like a racer about to dash.
On the street, blue lights crackled up Godzilla's back, a light shining at the back of his throat.
Then, they
moved.
Waves splashed into the air as the Tian-Lung charged.
Windows exploded and cars flew through the air as Godzilla
ran.
Then they collided, and Hell followed with them.
Watching the fight from the train car, seeing Godzilla in the flesh, I could only think of one thing.
I know what I want to do when I grow up.
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1985: Sightings of large dragonflies and local disappearances culminate in an attack on a subway train in Tokyo, done by Meganulon drones.
Evacuation of Tokyo begins.
Megaguirus II appears in Tokyo later that night, leading the swarm. Red Ronin and the Super X are dispatched to the city.
Both being built with fighting larger, lumbering kaiju in mind, Red Ronin and the pilots of the Super X find themselves pushed to their limits against the faster, skybound Megaguirus.
A blackout ensues.
Half an hour into battle, Godzilla and Tian-Lung emerge in Tokyo Bay, both bearing scars of a prolonged battle.
The Second Kaiju Attack on Tokyo occurs that night.
Notable photos taken by Steve Martin and protege Frank West, who were visiting on the anniversary of Godzilla's 1954 attack, portray sights such as Godzilla biting Megaguirus II's stinger off mid stab, Red Ronin pulling a damaged Super X from under a collapsed building while being covered in claw marks itself, Godzilla swinging a line of rail cars at Tian-Lung, along with Red Ronin, it's laser blade unsheathed, standing in front of Tian-Lung to let Tokyo's last crowd of civilians escape. Godzilla and Megaguirus II fight near the Tokyo Tower in the background.
Other notable survivors include Miki Saegusa, Chifuyu Orimura, Elica and Casama Manbavaran, Goro Gondo, Ishiro Serizawa, and Shinichi Ozaki.
In the end, Godzilla is victorious, igniting Megaguirus II and impaling it on the tip of Tokyo Tower, while Tian-Lung, partially blinded in battle with Red Ronin, is killed by a blast of atomic breath down her throat.
The Super X is badly damaged in battle, and it's pilot's manage to eject just before the ship crashes and explodes on the Tian-Lung, which distracts and injures the creature enough to play a part in Godzilla's victory over the artificial kaiju.
Red Ronin survives the battle, but pilot Hikaru Sakimori suffers a broken leg in the cockpit.
Pilot Hikaru Sakimori retires after this event.
The Meganulon swarm suffers massive casualties, either being burned, blasted, or stepped on in droves. However, it is unknown if all swarm individuals were killed.
Godzilla returns to sea once more.
-From the Official Timeline (2005 Edition)
XXX
Afterwards, not much conversation is had between me and Orimura. She stays at the grave in silence, and I walk away.
I briefly turn and look at the name on the tombstone, dated from 1963-1995.
Tabane Shinonono.