Godzilla Lives!
A Godzilla fanfiction by Travis J. DeSantis
Chapter Fourteen
The JSDF was taking every possible precaution and after Godzilla's return, a majority of the Maritime Self-Defense Force had been mobilized in a protective net around the island nation. Normally, this would be seen as a blatant violation of the 1951 San Francisco Peace Treaty. But facing the reality that Japan needed to defend itself against Godzilla, no other nation would dare question them so late in the game.
Stationed near Okinawa's southernmost island chain, Battle Group 01 was right in the predicted path of destruction. Among the ranks of BG01 were three Haruna-class Destroyers, two Asama-class Cruisers, and the mighty Hyogo, an updated and recommissioned Yamato-class Battleship. Add to that a pair of brand new SSN-class Submarines and Battle Group 01 was the largest, best-armed naval force to set sail from Japan since World War II.
Sonar had picked up the target well in advance, but nothing could have prepared them for the speed and ferocity of their enemy's initial attack. The Nisshoku was the first to go as the target immediately picked up speed, attacking with boney blades that filleted the Destroyer's armored hull like a shrimp. Already sinking, an explosion in the engine room damned any sailors attempting to escape from the ship's stern.
Enormous jaws that brimmed with serrated fangs rose from the water. Snapping closed, they chopped a pair of Destroyer Escorts in half, creating another explosion of fire and water. The other ships immediately began to unload everything into the sea: machine guns, missiles, torpedoes, depth charges, anything that could take the monster down. The ocean erupted in a spray of foam and water with every explosion, blocking out the sun.
The giant reptile dove deeper underwater to avoid the chaos, but it was instead confronted by the two submarines. The subs' personnel relied on sonar could not physically see their target. But if they could, the light of many explosions streaming through the water above would have given them an excellent view of the enemy.
Any Australian worth the blood in his veins would have immediately recognized it as a crocodile. Far too large and horribly mutated to be sure, but a crocodile nonetheless. Had the crew of the Jodie Ley survived their encounter with Patterson's experiment, they would have recalled the black man's warning: 'Ogakor will get revenge.' But that's all hypothetical. No one from that barge remained to tell the tale. Ogakor, the so-called spirit of the crocodiles, did not leave survivors.
Each sub launched a pair of MK-48 ADCAP torpedoes and Ogakor--with a surprising capacity for aquatic acrobatics--twisted in the water to dodge them. But the high-speed Mark 48s were equipped with active homing, so they circled around and three of the four successfully found their mark.
A trio of explosions went off in rapid succession, blasting holes in the sea which were quickly filled in due to the underwater pressure. The giant croc writhed in pain and clouds of dark green blood obscured the water. But the monster would not be kept down for long. Furious, Ogakor burst forth from the dark mist and charged towards the submarines.
For miles and miles, the sounds of battle resonated throughout the ocean. The local marine life wisely chose to stay clear, but there was one denizen of the deep that couldn't help but be attracted to this conflict. Far away to the north, another monster had been slumbering. But now he awoke, his weariness refreshed and his anger returned.
Though a force of nature unmatched on terra firma, Godzilla was also a creature by nature. His thickly hewn legs were just as good for a sudden push off in the water as they were for stomping across cities. His long, sinuous tail was a natural means of propulsion and steering. Tucked up tight, Godzilla was more than capable of moving at great speeds under the waves. Like a stream-lined saurian torpedo, he swam out of an undersea cave and headed south.
There was an intruder in his territory. Not Man, the small and worthless annoyance, but something else. Something large and fierce, not unlike himself. A stream of bubbles trailed behind him as Godzilla growled in anticipation. After his imprisonment, he needed a way to vent his pent-up rage. A battle of titans; that would be the perfect release.
