Everything was set. Our teams assembled in the Gateway room. I was giddy with excitement. Lacey kept a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. Batman didn’t understand why I was excited. “Come on, Batman, don’t tell me you never saw a Godzilla movie!” I giggled.
“I wasn’t pleased by the lizard,” he rasped. “Why would a mutant iguana want to stomp around Manhattan?”
“Not Zilla! Godzilla!” I protested. “Your first introduction to the Godzilla franchise was the 1998 movie?!”
“Why would Alfred let you watch that?!” asked Lacey. Batman rolled his eyes…I think…they’re just white holes! In any case, I led the way and we went through the rift to arrive in Tokyo! I looked up to see if any monsters were stomping around yet. …Nothing. Not a single scale of the big guy.
“Aw,” I moaned. I found a newsstand and paid for the paper. The man gave a grin as I looked through for any sighting of Godzilla.
“One of his fans?” he asked. “I never understood why some kids would like him, considering he’s destroyed Japan numerous times.”
“He’s also saved our people,” I countered.
“At the cost of trillions in terms of property damage,” argued the newsstand owner. He then moved his gaze somewhere else and looked on in fear. “Er, you might want to leave!”
“Why?” I asked. “If it’s a bad guy, I can stop him.”
“Not this one!” yelped the owner. He then got out at least 10,000 Yen. A well-dressed man came up. His eyes gleamed and he cracked a friendly smile.
“Ah, that’s right, it’s payday, no?” remembered the man. He took the money. “Interesting that you were so prompt, still, pleasure doing business with you.” He then saw me and my team. “Ah, new citizens? Good. 10,000 Yen every 2 months.”
“For what?!” I asked.
“A protection racket,” guessed Batman. “Specifically, protection from you and your goons.”
“Goons?!” snapped the man, feigning offense. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, that’s just mean to call my employees ‘goons’. Just for that, 30,000 Yen a month so they can get proper restitution from you insulting them.”
“There’s a saying in America,” I replied. I was quoting from The Three Stooges. “Millions for defense, but not one penny for tribute!”
“Are…you sure…you want to go down that path?” asked the man as he cracked his knuckles.
“I’m not afraid of a mere mobster!” I hissed.
“Careful,” warned Batman.
“Mobster?” asked the man. “No, monster.”
“Yeah, you’re a hulking man, but I’ve taken down bigger,” I boasted.
“Really?” quizzed the man, not believing me. “When?”
“A giant elephant monster for starters,” I replied. The guy probably wouldn’t know an Oliphaunt if it sat on him. I drew out my i.d tag. “You should be small potatoes compared to what I’ve faced.”
“What are…potatoes?” asked the man.
“…Starchy, root vegetable?” I ventured.
“Your words make no sense,” sighed the man. He then raised a gloved fist.
“Henshin!” I announced as I ducked. I then rolled and went through the armor circle, becoming Kamen Rider Royal. The man was surprised.
“Impossible!” he breathed.
“Impressed?” I asked. He then smirked.
“You’re more than meets the eye,” he said. He then grabbed me, Lacey, and Batman. “Let’s see what you’re made of.” He then jumped to the top of a building and threw us down on the roof. “Away from prying human eyes,” remarked the man. He got into a fighting stance. I drew my sword and leveled it at the man. This was no ordinary human. The guy charged. Foolish error, I had a sword. I slashed across the guy’s face.
“Give up?” I asked.
“Hardly,” laughed the man. His face had no wound!
“Okay, I KNOW my sword made contact!” I yelped.
“It did,” remarked the man.
“Guys, use whatever force necessary to bring him down, but do NOT kill him! I want answers!” I ordered. Batman and Lacey nodded. Lacey then got ready.
“Henshin!” she announced. I then saw her transform and become Kamen Rider Apocalypse. She then set her belt’s dial to a scythe-like symbol.
“Death Scythe!” called the belt. Apocalypse then chopped into him. He flinched but knocked her off. I saw the wounds stitch themselves up and heal with no scar tissue.
“Nice try!” laughed the man.
“Okay, at worst, you should be paralyzed in pain!” protested Apocalypse.
“Oh, it hurts, believe me!” growled the man.
“All right, that’s it!” I snarled. I then grappled with the man. “Who are you?!” I then got his i.d tag. “Well now,” I chuckled, “let’s find out.” The man was confused. I then swapped my i.d tag for his. The announcement of the Steel Change surprised me.
“SpaceGodzilla Steel!” announced Vortoranii.
“What?!” I yelped. The wardrobe changed my armor. I could see something on my shoulders from my peripheral vision. I looked down my front to see a red abdomen and navy-blue armor. I felt a tail from the base of my spine and something was going up my back. I felt around my helmet to find a horn on top. I then proceeded to whack the guy’s fedora off to find the same horn. He seemed to panic.
“No! Give it back!” he cried. All of a sudden, something was swarming us! They were air drones with weapons.
“SPACEGODZILLA! FREEZE!” yelled one of the drones. “SURRENDER! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE!”
“Damn you!” roared the man. He then punched the roof, making crystals grow, and chucking three of them at our heads, making us black out.
Wind brushed past my face, waking me up. It must have been the AC as, when my vision cleared, I saw walls. I felt something constricting me below my shoulders and glanced down, hoping to see something to kick away. No such luck as I was trapped in crystal. “Er, this isn’t Jennamite, is it?” I asked, worried that I was trapped in Avatar: The Last Airbender’s world instead of my intended giant monster infested destination.
“I don’t know what this ‘Jennamite’ is,” hissed a voice, “but I can assure you it isn’t that.” A figure stepped out of the shadows. I heard groans of awakening and saw Batman and Lacey shake their heads clear. Lacey then got a good look at the figure.
“Oh, hi, evil mutant mobster!” she quipped. “…Wait, I’m probably still dizzy from the flying crystal at my face, but did Megumi’s belt just call you SpaceGodzilla?”
“It did,” replied the man. I was confused.
“Gotta say, SG, you’re looking a little shorter than I remember,” I remarked.
“Only thanks to you apes causing my decreased height!” snarled the apparent Godzilla Space Clone turned human.
“I’m…not up to speed,” I answered. “How are you human?”
“Human after a fashion,” replied SpaceGodzilla. I then noticed that the monster’s signature shoulder crystals were poking through the jacket he was wearing.
“So, what happened?” I asked.
“Given that you’re not from our universe, I think explanations are in order,” mused SpaceGodzilla.
“What?!” I yelped.
“Tell me, where are your belts?” asked SpaceGodzilla. I then looked down and tried to find it as best I could, given that I was stuck in crystals that messed with my vision.
“On that table!” called Batman. Lacey and I turned to see my Supreme Vortex Driver and Lacey’s Apocalypse Driver being dissected! The man doing the dissecting was in leather, had cybernetic hands, and I saw a red visor over his eyes when he turned to SpaceGodzilla.
“Confirmed,” reported the man. “These people are extradimensional.”
“Thank you, Gigan,” replied SpaceGodzilla. At that point, Lacey and I started laughing. “And, WHAT, may I ask, is so funny?” asked SpaceGodzilla.
“You got the Cyborg Space Chicken on your side?!” I howled in laughter. Gigan then fiddled with the controls on his arms and the hands were replaced with the hooks he was known for. He slashed across my face.
“Keep laughing,” he hissed.
“I don’t fear you!” I snarled. “You’ve proven to be a coward!” He slashed across my face again.
“And YOU, ape, are proving to be a major annoyance!” growled Gigan.
“Gigan, enough,” commanded SpaceGodzilla. Gigan backed off and used a hook’s tip to press a button on his arm and restore the hands. “Now, explanations about my species current…circumstances.”
“All monsters are human now?” I asked.
“Yes,” replied SpaceGodzilla. “The humans’ top geneticists had discovered that they could remove certain base pairs from our DNA. I say certain base pairs, because they also discovered that some monsters, like Anguirus, cannot survive without the necessary base pairs, M-base being chief among them. The United Nations saw a way to weaponize it and lured us to an all-out slugfest which they took advantage of and removed those base pairs that gave us our appearance. We were, for all intents and purposes, human. However, they didn’t count on the fact that those same base pairs they couldn’t remove determined our powers. They eventually contained us and instituted the Kaiju Human Act. It was designed to keep tabs on all monsters turned humans. The drones are to keep unruly Kaiju-men, as Japan and, eventually, the rest of the world has called us, in check. Dangerous Kaiju-men, like myself and Godzilla, are on a more active watch while others, like that genetic accident of a butterfly…”
“MOTHRA’S A MOTH!!” I shouted.
“Whatever,” dismissed SpaceGodzilla. “Kaiju-men like her are gainfully employed. She, herself, is working as a liaison with the United Nations. Why she scrapes to you apes when she has unbelievable power is beyond my comprehension!”
“Because she actually gives a damn about us!” I snarled. I then noticed that the room had gotten darker. I looked down to see my prison lose its luster. I wiggled a bit and the crystals shattered. I then freed Lacey and Batman and we got into a brawl with the two monsters turned humans. Lacey and I gathered up our currently disassembled belts and we took off like Battra out of Hell if I may mangle the expression. We escaped some sort of bunker and were accosted by the JSDF, the Japan Self-Defense Forces, our united military forces. “Er, you’ll forgive us if we don’t put our hands up!” I quipped. The commanding officer, an elderly man, snapped his fingers and pointed to a soldier. The soldier grabbed some sort of scanner and ran it over us. He concluded scans after a minute while I looked back to make sure SpaceGodzilla and Gigan weren’t following us.
“They have the same bases to their chromosomes as us,” reported the soldier. “They’re all human.” The commanding officer waved us over.
“Gladly!” I thought as we took up their offer. I then heard footsteps, heavy ones, and whirled to see SpaceGodzilla and Gigan come out.
“These humans aren’t worth it,” boomed the commanding officer. “Take some advice from someone who was led down that path and cease this nonsense!”
“This does not concern you!” roared SpaceGodzilla. He generated crystals and threw them at the commanding officer. He jumped high for any human and landed in front of the two Kaiju-men.
“I can’t let you hurt them in your pointless quest to make us the only life-form!” declared the man.
“Ghidrah, it’s not up to you anymore!” shrieked Gigan. The man, Ghidrah, as he was called, then revealed his bat-like wings, his twin tails, and elaborate hand shapes. They looked like Eastern Dragon heads. He then gave off a roar that only one Kaiju could roar, the roar of a flying hydra monster!
“King Ghidorah!” I breathed. “He’s here!” SpaceGodzilla and Gigan then gave off their monster roars and charged at King Ghidorah! Ghidorah then fired electric blasts from his hands at Gigan. Gigan took the brunt of it, then activated his hooks, charging in and slashing at Ghidorah. SpaceGodzilla then generated crystals and fired on the soldiers. “That’s it!” I snapped. “Hen…SHIMATTA!”
“Oh yeah, our belts were taken apart,” sighed Lacey.
“There IS another option,” mused Batman.
“Bad idea!” I countered, getting where Batman was going. “Tora-Onna will put the soldiers in a panic. I’d rather keep that side in reserve.”
“Well, if you’re not gonna fight, I am!” rasped Batman as he decked Gigan. Gigan didn’t like that as he fired his harpoon cables at Batman. Batman rolled out of the way and Gigan’s harpoons buried themselves in the ground.
“What are you waiting for?!” asked Lacey as she snapped her fingers and changed her outfit to another one. This one had a reasonable skirt and blue petticoat size, a shirt with white fluff around the neck and arms, the skirt sporting white fluff at the hem and waist, purple tights, black, fingerless, forearm length gloves with the same white fluff at all openings, and black boots with a white strap and white fluff around the mouth of the boot. Her foot smashed into SpaceGodzilla’s crown. He started clutching it in pain.
“Should have hit somewhere else!” he snarled. His dorsal plates glowed, and the deadly Corona Beam came streaming out of his mouth. We rolled out of the way and made a run for it towards the soldiers.
“This is nuts!” I called.
“Will you make with the stripes already?!” snapped Batman.
“Why will you not listen to your friend?” asked a strange voice. It sounded like two women talking at once. I looked around but couldn’t find the source. “Down here!” called the voices again. This time, I found the source on the jeep’s wheel well. There, at their full height of 21 centimeters, dressed as island priestesses, were the Shobijin (Small Beauties), or the Cosmos, as some people address them. “Will you not assist your friends and use your monster form?” asked the Shobijin.
“Are you two nuts?!” I protested. “That’ll cause a panic among the people!”
“Is it the people you’re afraid for, or yourself?” asked the Shobijin. I then heard a loud chirp. Everyone looked up to the sky to see an island goddess with large moth wings, blue insect eyes, and a pair of fuzzy antennae on her forehead. She landed with grace and glared at SpaceGodzilla and Gigan, particularly Gigan. The wings folded around her like a cloak.
“Hello, Gigan,” she said softly. “I thought I made it clear to you that this planet is not to have you on its surface.”
“Like I’m gonna listen to a glorified bug that has to lay two of herself!” shrieked Gigan.
“Hey! Don’t be dissing Mothra!” I snapped.
“Thank you,” said the woman softly. She then put on a business manner. “SpaceGodzilla, Gigan, in the name of the United Nations and the Kaiju Human Act, you are under arrest for assaulting humans with intent to kill! We can do this the easy way, or the hard way!”
“We do not fear you!” declared SpaceGodzilla.
“You should,” warned Mothra. She unfolded her wings and started flapping them. A golden powder littered the area. SpaceGodzilla and Gigan started getting drowsy, then fell flat on their faces, snoring. Mothra slapped handcuffs on them and they were thrown in an armored truck. Mothra then turned to King Ghidorah. She gave a smirk.
“…They should fear you?!” asked King Ghidorah.
“I have sleep powder that can last for a hundred years,” answered Mothra. “Not a small nap to wake up from. Now, shall we head to base?” She invited us to her jeep, which we accepted.
The base we were taken to was a large one. The military welcomed us warmly. Mothra seemed to be a popular Kaiju-man. She reciprocated the welcome and led us to a room once we had a moment. Ghidorah followed us after SpaceGodzilla and Gigan were locked up. “As you can guess,” answered Mothra, “I’m Mothra, Guardian of Infant Island and friend to these two.” She gestured to the Shobijin on her desk. “And the man behind you is King Ghidorah.”
“Yes, I got that,” I replied. “I’m Megumi Hishikawa. This is Lacey Thanatos and Batman.”
“Hello!” called Lacey.
“Good to meet you,” rasped Batman.
“Now, pardon my asking,” I interjected, “but, didn’t King Ghidorah try and destroy this planet once upon a time?”
“Yes, and then protected it alongside Mothra and Baragon when Godzilla was possessed by the souls of Japan,” recalled Ghidorah.
“Being humanish has allowed King Ghidorah to understand the humans,” continued Mothra. “Now, a question for you. The data we recovered from SpaceGodzilla and Gigan said that you weren’t from our world.”
“And that data is, sadly, correct,” I replied.
“So, multiverse theory became multiverse principle,” mused Mothra.
“You’re familiar with the multiverse?” asked Batman.
“Despite appearances,” replied the Shobijin, “Mothra is familiar with the basics in science.”
“I’ve worked with Kiryu (Machine Dragon) a few times,” replied Mothra.
“Kiryu?” asked Batman.
“He’s mainly known as the current Mechagodzilla,” explained Mothra. “And we’re having a problem with him.”
“Has he gone rogue?” I asked.
“No, thankfully,” replied Ghidorah. “He currently lacks the mental power to do so.”
“Eh?” I quizzed.
“Follow me,” said Mothra as she placed the Shobijin on her shoulder. We all left the room and headed to where the Kaiju-men under her watch dwelt. It was a large room with a TV screen taking up the entire wall, some gaming systems, and a bank of computer consoles. I could swear I heard some childish laughing. I turned around to see a humanoid robot in silver, a helmet covering a mouth, spines running down the back, and yellow eyes and a tail. The robot had a childish expression. He was running around a pole with his other hand out and whapping a powerfully built man repeatedly. The sight made me clamp my mouth shut so my squee wouldn’t deafen everyone. The man had maple leaf spines, a tail, amber eyes, and claws on his fingers and toes! It’s him! It’s the King of the Monsters! The robot’s hand repeatedly whapping him was annoying him.
“Er, is that…Kiryu?” I muttered. The robot then laughed.
“Hey! Pull my finger!” he laughed. Something was seriously wrong.
“If only that were his normal brain talking,” snarled Godzilla. “Then I would get some satisfaction of hitting him!”
“I don’t…” I muttered.
“Kiryu has a primary and secondary computer like his large body’s pilots and Godzilla’s brains,” explained Mothra. “The primary brain handles the advanced cognitive functions while the secondary brain handles the basics.”
“How basic are we talking about?” I asked.
“It makes Megalon look like a genius,” growled Godzilla.
“So, what happened to the more advanced brain?” asked Lacey.
“Someone took it,” replied Ghidorah. “And…”
“You don’t know who,” guessed Batman.
“Happened to you before?” asked Mothra.
“More times than I can count,” remarked Batman. “Mind if I take a crack at finding it? I’ve had some experience finding missing computer brains.”
“Knock yourself out,” offered Ghidorah. Batman took over a console and started his search.
“Megumi, a question,” called Lacey as she summoned her usual school outfit. The Kaiju-men were startled.
“How can she move in that?!” whispered Godzilla to Mothra.
“I want to know myself,” muttered Mothra.
“What happened during the battle?” Lacey hissed to me. “You didn’t use Tora-Onna!” In all honesty, I should have figured THAT question would be asked.
“The Shobijin got it right,” I replied. “I AM afraid of Tora-Onna.”
“Why?” asked Batman as he worked.
“That…THING…is alien to me,” I gulped.
“But, you worked so hard to get her under control!” countered Lacey.
“I can vouch for that,” confirmed Batman.
“Tora-Onna was brought under Shocker Rift control, remember?” I reminded.
“You were told to snap your mother’s neck,” countered Batman. “You then disobeyed, snapped her handcuffs, and then proceeded to make Hiro blow up.”
“Guys, that thing where I was walking towards my mother,” I argued, “that was me about to obey Hiro. He’s got a grip on my mind, somehow, and staying in human form as long as possible is the best way to detain that grip.”
“That’s the problem with you humans,” scoffed Godzilla. “You spent so much time trying to deny the animal part of your brain that you forgot the advantages that part brings in combat.”
“Hey, don’t be hating on humans,” called a voice. Godzilla tensed up.
“Mothra, you didn’t ask for H.E.A.T to swing by, did you?” he asked.
“We need Dr. Tatopoulos’ help,” replied Mothra.
“I will NOT work with that tuna eating Yankī!” (a name the Japanese use for their delinquents) roared Godzilla.
“Who’s a delinquent?!” snarled the voice. We saw an American Kaiju-man come into view. He had spines that curved towards his head and…oh Lord…he’s wearing a Yankees hat! He was accompanied by a brunette man, a red-headed woman, a raven-haired woman, a heavy-set, bearded blonde man, and a Hispanic man. A wheeled robot came up.
“And the aforementioned Yankī arrives,” growled Godzilla. The American Kaiju-man, Zilla, from what I could see, snarled.
“And he’s a Yankees fan, why not!” I sighed. “Yankees suck! Go Red Sox!”
“You Sox fans are just jealous that the Yankees are better!” roared Zilla.
“Zilla Tatopoulos!” warned the brunette man. Zilla subsided like a child would with an irritated parent. The man then turned to us. “Please excuse my son, he can be a bit hot-headed. I’m Dr. Nick Tatopoulos.”
“I’m Dr. Elsie Chapman,” introduced the red-head.
“Dr. Mendel Craven,” answered the portly man.
“Randy Hernandez,” greeted the Hispanic man.
“Monique Dupre,” said the raven-haired woman, coldly. She spoke with a French accent.
“Wait, is that Batman?!” yelped Randy.
“The very same,” I replied. “I got him from his universe. I’m Megumi Hishikawa and this is Lacey Thanatos.”
“Hello!” called Lacey.
“What brings you here?” I asked.
“We got word that you guys needed help finding Kiryu’s brain,” answered Nick.
“That’s what we’re trying to do,” rasped Batman. “If there’s a technical person on your team, I would appreciate the help.”
“That would be Randy and myself,” answered Mendel. They sat down next to Batman and started work.
“So,” muttered Monique, “Mechagodzilla Mark III is missing his brain? When were you going to tell us?”
“It was going into the report,” assured Mothra. “We’ve just been…”
“Busy, yeah, the G.D.F is always busy,” interrupted Zilla. “But you guys are usually nice enough to tell the Kaiju-men Watch Committee when the report is delayed due to something coming up.”
“Bureaucracy is more important than protecting the apes?” asked Godzilla.
“No,” answered Ghidorah. “Zilla has a point, it WAS a lack of professional courtesy.”
“I’m sure it can be rectified easily,” I mused.
“True, but it’s still annoying for both parties,” replied Zilla. “H.E.A.T’s been busy too. We’re trying to find Ts-eh-Go, the mutant Scorpion. He’s busted out of Kaiju Max, our top Kaiju-men prison.”
“If someone like him can break out,” growled Godzilla, “then it just proves that rehabilitation is the worst idea. Perhaps we should get rid of a certain pair of Kaiju-men in our hold.”
“We are human to a certain extent,” chirped Mothra. “Thus, we are subject to human laws. That includes ALL Kaiju-men having a fair trial.”
“Those two have tried to destroy our world!” snarled Godzilla.
“Killing is the easy way out,” hissed Batman.
“Not one of you nitwits!” roared Godzilla. “The only way to ensure your enemies’ defeat is their destruction!”
“Which begets more enemies,” countered Batman.
“I…kind of…have to agree with Big G here,” sighed Zilla.
“Zilla,” protested Nick.
“You didn’t object when I roasted Queen Bee!” snapped Zilla.
“Queen Bee?” I asked
“A Mutated Queen Bee,” explained Mendel. “It was terraforming a resort to make room for her hive. Zilla roasted her by…AHA!”
“What?” asked Godzilla.
“Found it!” called Mendel.
“You…found it?!” said Godzilla in disbelief.
“Kiryu’s brain?” I asked.
“It uses an algorithm similar to my Bat-computer,” remarked Batman, “albeit, more advanced. The G.D.F makes good hardware and software. His brain is located somewhere in geostationary orbit around Osaka.”
“We’ve been trying to find it for months!!” snapped Godzilla.
“And this is why you should trust H.E.A.T,” boasted Nick.
“How are we going to get up there?!” asked King Ghidorah. “Fly?!”
“Did the winged Hydra monster say that?” I muttered.
“Neither he nor Mothra can get there,” answered Godzilla. “It’s too high.”
“The air is thinner up there,” supplied Mothra.
“But King Ghidorah flew through space!” I recalled.
“They’re part human,” reminded Lacey. “They need oxygen as much as we do.”
“Wait, there IS the Gotengo,” recalled Zilla.
“The Gotengo! Of course!” cheered Mothra. “And I know who to call!” She used a console and dialed a number. There was a dial tone for a few seconds, then a girl appeared on the screen. She had long, wavy, green hair adorned by a rose on the left side, a leafy green strapless dress, some pinkish red markings on her collarbone, long, green opera gloves with a slight vine appearance in the fingers, and tendrils with mouths around her workspace. I could guess who she was quickly.
“Biollante?!” I yelped. “But she’s an enemy!”
“WAS an enemy,” corrected Godzilla. “That human’s soul helped her settle things after our last battle.”
“So, Erika’s back?” I asked.
“Er, yes and no,” remarked Biollante. “I’m still a new life-form with my own feelings and experiences, but I remember Erika’s. Does that make sense?”
“Perfectly for me,” replied Lacey. Biollante arched an eyebrow. “I’ve dealt with dead things like that,” elaborated Lacey.
“She’s from another universe where the dead and living go to school together,” I explained. The explanation satisfied Biollante but was replaced by confusion at seeing me and Batman.
“They just helped us find Kiryu’s brain,” replied Mothra.
“Oh, thank you!” squealed Biollante with a big, fat grin. “Where is it?!”
“It’s in geostationary orbit around Osaka,” reported Mothra. “Can you get us the Gotengo?”
“Ooh,” winced Biollante. “That’s a problem. The Gotengo was decommissioned two months ago.”
“WHAT?!” we all yelled.
“Hold on!” called Biollante. “I didn’t say getting up there was impossible, just that you can’t use the original Gotengo. After the original was decommissioned, the UN made a new one and had Admiral Douglas Gordon in command of that ship. I’ll just call up the Admiral and we’ll get you up there.” She then stood up and I realized that, instead of human legs, she had four, large, trunk-like, greenish roots for movement. She turned and flicked a switch behind her, calling up a man of European stock.
“Biollante,” grunted the man. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Hi Admiral Gordon! We found Kiryu’s brain!” cheered Biollante. “Mothra and her friends need the Gotengo-A.”
“Just point me in the right direction and I’ll be there,” replied Admiral Gordon. “Gordon out.” The transmission ended and Biollante turned to us with a grin as bright as her food source.
“Well, looks like you guys get to rescue a brain!” giggled Biollante. “Bye!” She terminated communications.
“…Siblings,” muttered Godzilla.