by Andrew Nguyen » Thu Dec 02, 2004 2:24 pm
This is another Godzilla fanfic that I've started on fanfiction.net and I decided to put it here as well so I can get a good judge of how well it is from other G-fans.
Disclaimer: Godzilla and all related material are owned by Toho Studios.
Godzilla: World Monster War.
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Prologue: The terror war goes on and on.
Baghdad, Iraq. 2006.
General Max Taylor looked over a virtually map as it displayed the entire country of Iraq. At the moment, his forces were involved in another round of offensives against the rebel insurgents and as usual, his forces were involved in harsh brutal firefights in the target cities of Fallujah and Sadar City. Around him, his subordinate officers scrambled as they tried to relay the orders to the heavily engaged units on the ground. They also had to worry about the fear of fighting resuming again in Baghdad.
The general watched on the monitors as the troops moved in through the streets and the buildings with helicopters flying over them and maneuvering to avoid RPG missiles. Taylor and his 2nd in command Robert Mitchell winced as the RPG shells exploded either in midair or among the troops, showing their targets with fragments. Some even impacted on the tanks at point blank range, ripping them open like canned sardines and at least one had crewmembers struggling to get out while dousing the flames that had nearly burned them alive.
Robert turned and whispered to Max, "Its times like these that I wished that we still had the cold war on".
Max snickered but understood why after participating in the infamous peacekeeping operations where the enemy was "elastic" and could instantly reform if its members believed in the cause well enough to keep going against insurmountable odds. He replied, "I still remember when we even drove all the way here back in the spring of 2003".
Both men laughed bitterly as they thought about their country's military tactics and the fact that the politicians thought that they would secure a quick victory and leave virtually no chance for guerrilla warfare. Well that went straight out the window almost immediately after former President Bush declared end of major combat operations in Iraq and the rebuilding crumbled under the bureaucracy and bad decisions. Both old friends had been in Iraq for nearly two years non-stop and felt the strain at the sight of incessant attacks that could strike anywhere and kill anyone they chose.
If that wasn't bad enough, Max, who was a student in foreign policy, saw how the US actions in Iraq were being taken and his nerves shook at the sight. Most of their allies had already left and only the few remaining left were on the verge of doing so. He gritted his teeth in anger at the thought and the combined sight of the US troops on the ground encountering heavy resistance, "Dam the politicians to hell for demanding so much from us without good reasons". On one of the screens, an explosion gave truth to his statement.
Chechnya, near Groznyy.
For as long as Major General Drenzhev could remember, every time he began a new day, the sky portrayed a gloomy sight of thick clouds most of the time. Even when the sky started to clear, the oppressive clouds hung over the devastated landscape as if signifying the continuing fighting that his forces and his fellow Russian comrades waged with the rebel Chechens for control of the area.
As if to quell the thought, the general took, another large gulp of his drink as he considered all that had happened here ever since the Russian Army returned to Chechnya in August 2000 following the bombings in the southern Russian republic of Ingushetia. For a long while, it resembled 1994 all over again as the world either looked on worriedly or condemned the invasion while attempts for peace talks failed due to the stringent demands both sides on each other and the unwillingness to compromise.
Then the attack on the United States occurred on September 11, 2001 and the creation of what the US president at the time called the war on terror for it had been proven that the terrorist group known as Al-Qaeda (Arabic for "The Base") was responsible. When the link of Al-Qaeda to the Chechen rebels was proven, the world in essence gave Moscow free reign to use all conventional means to extinguish the rebellion.
The Russian general had seen his entire fair share of action from the brutal first fights in Groznyy to the fighting in the southern mountain regions before heading back when it seemed that the areas they had already conquered were not secure after all. Every day, he witnessed boys and young men, some who had no desire at all to be in the army, subjected to the same horrors that he read in books of the war their ancestors in Afghanistan.
He suddenly noticed an aide waiting for him with orders in his hands and decided to set his thoughts aside for now. Looking through the notes, he grumbled, "Every day is the same thing and every day we keep losing lives". He suddenly wondered loudly, "If the American army is having its own troubles subduing Iraq then what chances do we have here"? No one around him could answer that question.
USS Harry S. Truman, near the East China Sea.
The sea air always did not work wonders on Rear Admiral Bruce Campbell no matter what region he worked in to nor whether he was on did action station for the sight always give a sense of peace to his psyche. He definitely needed it these days, as he felt like a card in a gambling deck that had been used repeatedly without rest.
Campbell received his commission just in time to participate in the first rounds of the so-called "War on Terror" with the opening strikes on Afghanistan and the Taliban and then off to Iraq and the situation the military dubbed "The Vietnam of the 21st century". After a "quick and painless" victory, the United States suddenly found it dealing with a savage insurgency and unprepared ness for the horrendous task of nation building. Forced to concentrate on Iraq, the US armed forces had been forced to strip army units from all over the globe in an attempt to gain control and the task of patrolling the world and in a sense keeping the peace fell more and more to the overstretched United States navy and air force. He swore to himself, "At least the army is doing some fighting instead of having to stand out here like dammed guard dog against imagined threats".
Campbell took a deep breath as he watched several F/A-18F Super Hornets launch from the catapult deck to begin their patrol. Though the Chinese were allies in the war on terror, relations soured as of late due to the issue of Taiwan. Already, several military exercises had occurred between the Taiwan and Chinese military forces that had nearly resulted in all out war and had scared the president of the United States to such action that he ordered the United States Pacific fleet to station several of its carriers not headed to the Middle East in the East China Sea. While the sight of Japan at their backs was reassuring, the US naval forces in the area not only had to deal with China but also with North Korea since the US, army depleted its forces in the area to reinforce Iraq.
Campbell looked at the sight for a few more minutes before heading down to the CIC where the Truman's captain, Henry Boxer watched the screen in front of him. It showed the Truman and another carrier to the south, the USS John C. Stennis. The Stennis already had its planes in the air hovering over the straight as if acting as gatekeepers between two rowdy neighbors armed with deadly conventional and one armed with nuclear weapons.
As soon as Boxer saw the admiral approached, he turned to him, his face a mixture of grim and boredom. Campbell understood the man's thoughts and said, "Any word from NMCC".
Boxer shook his head, "They haven't sent any new information on how to deal with this mess".
The admiral nodded and said, "Alright lets try to conserve our supplies as best we can and try to see if we can force them off a little".
Boxer then said, "As for the Korean peninsula, we've been making regular flyovers just to let them know that we're still here and can give them hell if we have to".
Bruce smiled at what the Truman's captain said despite what that usually meant and both men turned back to the radar screen to observe the events of today.
Tokyo, Japan.
The house was small and somewhat Spartan yet because one person and that occupied it, she did not really need much anyway. Most of the rooms were empty and had only the necessities that a home would usually contain except for an enormous library that she had access to and was there now.
The woman was busy reading one of the many books related to a war than ended in 1996 for it was a war that she had a personal part in shaping the course of it. She was halfway through when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head. Accidentally throwing the book down on the floor, she stumbled around while trying to figure out what the visions playing through her head meant.
The images consisted of a devastated Tokyo looking as if scores of B-29 bombers or a typhoon of incredible power swept through the huge metropolis without pity or remorse. Debris and wreckage were everywhere as the destruction continued unabated. On top of that, the woman suddenly heard a roar that she had become very familiar with ever since she was a teenager. She immediately turned around and saw the shadow of a living sentient being whose name she knew very well.
Arctic Ocean north of Siberia and Alaska.
The area of the Earth, at the top of the world, was virtually desolate with only a few inhabitable life forms. Despite the problems of the greenhouse effect, sheets of ice still covered the area in layers so thick that only titanium-coated ships of immense size could break through without many problems. The huge icebergs contained immense relics of the past that stretched back to the time of the Earth's violent birth.
In one of the huge icebergs, there rested a creature that lived in the times of the dinosaurs. Yet upon closer inspection, it was much larger than the huge Brontosaurs dinosaur and resembled a combination of a stegosaurus and the most fearsome of the dinosaurs, the tyrannosaurs rex. It looked frozen in the huge sheet of ice but there was faint movement as a large amount of energy heated the area to the boiling point. Finally, its devil-red eyes opened from time to time as if waiting for a moment to remerge from its prison back into a world that is always quick to forget the horrors of the past.
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