Post by The Mighty Mjaeder! on Dec 2, 2010 9:52:06 GMT -5
Rescue workers and hastily assembled construction teams worked feverishly on the remnants of Tokyo Tower. Not only were an unknown number of citizens… dead and alive… potentially entombed within the fallen structure, but perhaps more importantly (for the fate of the city as a whole) Tokyo’s most prominent hero, Brian Thorn, lay somewhere beneath the tons of wreckage, body pinned down inside the crippled remains of his mighty fighting machine.
As policemen and firefighters heroically crawled into nook and cranny, heedless to risk of life or limb in the search for potential survivors, construction crews manning heavy machinery rushed to the scene sought to clear as much debris as possible to expose the hopefully still living hero.
Bulldozers worked trepidaciously but steadily cleared rubble from the periphery of the scene, freeing space for cranes to be rolled into place, those cranes then quickly fastened to any extant portion of the structure, even their hydraulic might straining to lift the masses of steel and concrete in a desperate attempt to expose the city’s champion and save his life.
Slowly but surely the tonnage was cleared from the scene, bringing the moment of the city’s savior’s exposure closer and closer to fruition. But as that moment grew ever nearer, another form buried under the rubble began to stir…
A great wind stirred the disaster site as Fearzilla sucked air into starved lungs, his eyes, dazed nearly to the point of madness, shooting open. The latest load hauled from the scene relieve the pressure on the smothered and battered monster sufficiently for his wounded form to regain consciousness. Momentary befuddlement wrapped his mind in chaos, but the anarchy would quickly subside as the sounds of the rescue workers still striving tirelessly to save lives brought memory of the horrific encounter crashing back down upon him. His glazed but clearing eyes darted back and forth, starved for data, as his awakening perceptions informed him his presence had not yet been detected. He slowed his labored breathing, took in all that he could from what little reached his ear or eye, and waited…
The wearied crew with flawless efficiency removed another massive load of what was once a proud example of human construction away from the scarred face of the city. Fearzilla’s wounded but functioning mind judged the weight upon him within the means of his weakened state, and sprung into action. With a horrific yell and nearly all the strength left in his crushed body, Fearzilla strained and hoisted the final debris off of his torso. Rescue workers, construction crew, and spectators alike dove for cover in horror as the bruised and bleeding monster was revealed. Fearzilla struggled to drag his feet free as his onlookers scattered away from his sight. Finally freed, the monster lurched shakily to his feet and eyed the humanity still present.
“Baby… carrots…” the beast bellowed, “are… trying… to turn… you… gay!”
With those words of wisdom, Fearzilla stumbled (not to be confused with strumbled) from the scene, hurdling down the streets of Tokyo as fast as wounded legs could carry him. With one last great leap, he dove into the waters of the pacific ocean and disappeared from sight…
***
“God DAMN that Brian Thorn!”
Mr. Honkonen’s fist slammed down across the surface of the coffee table.
“It’s not enough for him to constantly meddle in the CWF, now he nearly ruins my creation in his first great battle!”
Honkonen turned a furious eye on the project’s head scientist, “How could this have happened!?”
The doctor flinched away from the rage of the maddened billionaire, “I’m sorry, Mr. Honkonen… Fearzilla is the greatest creation modern science could imagine, but there are limits even to his amazing abilities. It’s near miraculous he survived the tower’s collapse at all, let alone was able to flee the scene and make it back here…”
“That’s my DNA showing through,” Honkonen interjected.
“…before collapsing and slipping into a coma.”
“Damn it, this is all Thorn’s fault… Did that smug pretty boy bastard at least have the decency to die?”
“No, sir, uh… unfortunately,” apparently the doctor was slightly uncomfortable wishing death upon another human being. He may find he’s working for the wrong employer… “Our informants indicate that somehow Thorn survived, and is on the road to recovery. In deed, he’ll be back on his feet before the mech is. Which, I am sad to say, our men in the organization tell us is also reparable, and the work is underway.”
Mr. Honkonen turned on the doctor sharply, “And why the hell don’t I have a mech!?”
“I’m sorry, sir, I guess we thought having a giant living being created from your own DNA and that of your 2 greatest idols would be sufficient for your purposes…” the doctor began to tremble in terror as Honkonen’s eyes bore into him like cold steel. Immediately realizing the foolishness of his comments, he started to back pedal, “but of course, sir, if you would like, we can begin work immediately on constructing you one…”
Honkonen sighed, deciding in a rare moment of magnanimity to allow the impudence to stand, “No, you’re right, we should focus our efforts on Fearzilla. How is he?”
Audibly releasing a breath of relief, the doctor moved to a small but sophisticated console at the edge of the table. With a few key strokes, a three dimensional holographic image flared to life above the center of the table. It should Fearzilla in all his glory, despite his unconsciousness, laying in a regeneration chamber wrapped in an American flag.
“His basic structure is entirely intact,” the doctor began, entering professorial mode, “his amazing unique biology is nearly indescribable, but grants him the ability to recover from virtually any amount of damage. Unfortunately, despite his remarkable regenerative abilities, he has yet to regain consciousness, and will undoubtedly be in a weakened state for some time now.”
“Unacceptable,” Honkonen snapped, “What can we do to accelerate the process?”
“Well,” the doctor continued, “his body has demonstrated the capacity to absorb the electromagnetic energy created by human brains in a fear state, and use that energy to enhance his abilities. Currently, all of his energies are being directed at regeneration, so any fear he is exposed to will accelerate the process. Thankfully the rampant destruction in Tokyo has lead to a great deal of ambient fear, which is helping nicely…”
“Not enough…” Honkonen half turned away from the doctor and with a subtle movement of his tongue activated the sub dermal communication device he’d recently had implanted, keying in the code for his ‘security’ services, “Adam, I’ve got a job for you… Yes, Big Man is still in the fight, this mission relates, actually… Yes, I need some chaos unleashed in the city… No, nothing that dramatic, I don’t want any cries of terrorism going up yet, we don’t need any extra investigation coming down on us… Exactly, a more subtle hand is needed. I’m thinking some gas lines need to rupture, some structures need to collapse due to undetected damage from all the recent seismic activity, some repair work on the demolished sections of the city needs to experience highly visual setbacks… I knew you could, my friend…. Yes, I want you to handle it personally… I have no doubt. Get to work.”
Honkonen turned back to the doctor, who couldn’t quite believe what he’d overheard.
“It’s all been taken care of,” Honkonen replied with a smirk, “Fearzilla will be back on his feet in no time…”
“Very… good, sir…” the doctor replied uncertainly.
“Now, what about the other matter?”
“Ah, yes, the device…”
The doctor manipulated the controls on his console, and the image of Fearzilla was replaced with a rotating image of the crown from Tokyo tower, accompanied by extrapolated technical schematics.
“Yes,” Honkonen affirmed, “The Device… I don’t know what it is, but if Dr. Red is so interested in it, I am too…”
“Without examining the device directly, I can’t offer a full report,” the doctor bemoaned, “However preliminary data indicates the device is somehow capable of harnessing and channeling galactic energy. If our reading are correct, if properly activated, such a device could increase a being’s power exponentially.”
“Can you replicate it?”
“Not without examining the original, sir…”
“Then that’s all there is to it,” Mr. Honkonen declared simply, “I must have it.”
“That may be difficult, sir,” the doctor cautioned, “the one known as Mebbles has it in its position. Its location is currently unknown, and whether it knows the device’s true purpose or not, Mebbles is not likely to part with it lightly…”
Honkonen scoffed, “That will prove no problem… As soon as he’s on his feet, I’m sending Fearzilla after Mebbles. He’ll crush that little insect, he’ll crush that wannabe boy scout Thorn if he sticks his nose in my business again, and then… Fearzilla will bring that crown… to me…”
Contemplating having such a device under his control, a sinister grin spread slowly across Honkonen’s face.
TO BE CONTINUED…
As policemen and firefighters heroically crawled into nook and cranny, heedless to risk of life or limb in the search for potential survivors, construction crews manning heavy machinery rushed to the scene sought to clear as much debris as possible to expose the hopefully still living hero.
Bulldozers worked trepidaciously but steadily cleared rubble from the periphery of the scene, freeing space for cranes to be rolled into place, those cranes then quickly fastened to any extant portion of the structure, even their hydraulic might straining to lift the masses of steel and concrete in a desperate attempt to expose the city’s champion and save his life.
Slowly but surely the tonnage was cleared from the scene, bringing the moment of the city’s savior’s exposure closer and closer to fruition. But as that moment grew ever nearer, another form buried under the rubble began to stir…
A great wind stirred the disaster site as Fearzilla sucked air into starved lungs, his eyes, dazed nearly to the point of madness, shooting open. The latest load hauled from the scene relieve the pressure on the smothered and battered monster sufficiently for his wounded form to regain consciousness. Momentary befuddlement wrapped his mind in chaos, but the anarchy would quickly subside as the sounds of the rescue workers still striving tirelessly to save lives brought memory of the horrific encounter crashing back down upon him. His glazed but clearing eyes darted back and forth, starved for data, as his awakening perceptions informed him his presence had not yet been detected. He slowed his labored breathing, took in all that he could from what little reached his ear or eye, and waited…
The wearied crew with flawless efficiency removed another massive load of what was once a proud example of human construction away from the scarred face of the city. Fearzilla’s wounded but functioning mind judged the weight upon him within the means of his weakened state, and sprung into action. With a horrific yell and nearly all the strength left in his crushed body, Fearzilla strained and hoisted the final debris off of his torso. Rescue workers, construction crew, and spectators alike dove for cover in horror as the bruised and bleeding monster was revealed. Fearzilla struggled to drag his feet free as his onlookers scattered away from his sight. Finally freed, the monster lurched shakily to his feet and eyed the humanity still present.
“Baby… carrots…” the beast bellowed, “are… trying… to turn… you… gay!”
With those words of wisdom, Fearzilla stumbled (not to be confused with strumbled) from the scene, hurdling down the streets of Tokyo as fast as wounded legs could carry him. With one last great leap, he dove into the waters of the pacific ocean and disappeared from sight…
***
“God DAMN that Brian Thorn!”
Mr. Honkonen’s fist slammed down across the surface of the coffee table.
“It’s not enough for him to constantly meddle in the CWF, now he nearly ruins my creation in his first great battle!”
Honkonen turned a furious eye on the project’s head scientist, “How could this have happened!?”
The doctor flinched away from the rage of the maddened billionaire, “I’m sorry, Mr. Honkonen… Fearzilla is the greatest creation modern science could imagine, but there are limits even to his amazing abilities. It’s near miraculous he survived the tower’s collapse at all, let alone was able to flee the scene and make it back here…”
“That’s my DNA showing through,” Honkonen interjected.
“…before collapsing and slipping into a coma.”
“Damn it, this is all Thorn’s fault… Did that smug pretty boy bastard at least have the decency to die?”
“No, sir, uh… unfortunately,” apparently the doctor was slightly uncomfortable wishing death upon another human being. He may find he’s working for the wrong employer… “Our informants indicate that somehow Thorn survived, and is on the road to recovery. In deed, he’ll be back on his feet before the mech is. Which, I am sad to say, our men in the organization tell us is also reparable, and the work is underway.”
Mr. Honkonen turned on the doctor sharply, “And why the hell don’t I have a mech!?”
“I’m sorry, sir, I guess we thought having a giant living being created from your own DNA and that of your 2 greatest idols would be sufficient for your purposes…” the doctor began to tremble in terror as Honkonen’s eyes bore into him like cold steel. Immediately realizing the foolishness of his comments, he started to back pedal, “but of course, sir, if you would like, we can begin work immediately on constructing you one…”
Honkonen sighed, deciding in a rare moment of magnanimity to allow the impudence to stand, “No, you’re right, we should focus our efforts on Fearzilla. How is he?”
Audibly releasing a breath of relief, the doctor moved to a small but sophisticated console at the edge of the table. With a few key strokes, a three dimensional holographic image flared to life above the center of the table. It should Fearzilla in all his glory, despite his unconsciousness, laying in a regeneration chamber wrapped in an American flag.
“His basic structure is entirely intact,” the doctor began, entering professorial mode, “his amazing unique biology is nearly indescribable, but grants him the ability to recover from virtually any amount of damage. Unfortunately, despite his remarkable regenerative abilities, he has yet to regain consciousness, and will undoubtedly be in a weakened state for some time now.”
“Unacceptable,” Honkonen snapped, “What can we do to accelerate the process?”
“Well,” the doctor continued, “his body has demonstrated the capacity to absorb the electromagnetic energy created by human brains in a fear state, and use that energy to enhance his abilities. Currently, all of his energies are being directed at regeneration, so any fear he is exposed to will accelerate the process. Thankfully the rampant destruction in Tokyo has lead to a great deal of ambient fear, which is helping nicely…”
“Not enough…” Honkonen half turned away from the doctor and with a subtle movement of his tongue activated the sub dermal communication device he’d recently had implanted, keying in the code for his ‘security’ services, “Adam, I’ve got a job for you… Yes, Big Man is still in the fight, this mission relates, actually… Yes, I need some chaos unleashed in the city… No, nothing that dramatic, I don’t want any cries of terrorism going up yet, we don’t need any extra investigation coming down on us… Exactly, a more subtle hand is needed. I’m thinking some gas lines need to rupture, some structures need to collapse due to undetected damage from all the recent seismic activity, some repair work on the demolished sections of the city needs to experience highly visual setbacks… I knew you could, my friend…. Yes, I want you to handle it personally… I have no doubt. Get to work.”
Honkonen turned back to the doctor, who couldn’t quite believe what he’d overheard.
“It’s all been taken care of,” Honkonen replied with a smirk, “Fearzilla will be back on his feet in no time…”
“Very… good, sir…” the doctor replied uncertainly.
“Now, what about the other matter?”
“Ah, yes, the device…”
The doctor manipulated the controls on his console, and the image of Fearzilla was replaced with a rotating image of the crown from Tokyo tower, accompanied by extrapolated technical schematics.
“Yes,” Honkonen affirmed, “The Device… I don’t know what it is, but if Dr. Red is so interested in it, I am too…”
“Without examining the device directly, I can’t offer a full report,” the doctor bemoaned, “However preliminary data indicates the device is somehow capable of harnessing and channeling galactic energy. If our reading are correct, if properly activated, such a device could increase a being’s power exponentially.”
“Can you replicate it?”
“Not without examining the original, sir…”
“Then that’s all there is to it,” Mr. Honkonen declared simply, “I must have it.”
“That may be difficult, sir,” the doctor cautioned, “the one known as Mebbles has it in its position. Its location is currently unknown, and whether it knows the device’s true purpose or not, Mebbles is not likely to part with it lightly…”
Honkonen scoffed, “That will prove no problem… As soon as he’s on his feet, I’m sending Fearzilla after Mebbles. He’ll crush that little insect, he’ll crush that wannabe boy scout Thorn if he sticks his nose in my business again, and then… Fearzilla will bring that crown… to me…”
Contemplating having such a device under his control, a sinister grin spread slowly across Honkonen’s face.
TO BE CONTINUED…
