GTAG Chapter 21: Wormhole
Are Kaiju powerful?
Not exactly weak, but in Godzilla's eyes, they weren't much of a threat either.
Forget about his ultimate atomic breath—if Godzilla simply stood still and let a Kaiju attack him nonstop, even a hundred years of assault wouldn't leave more than a scratch.
One casual slap from him could splatter their brains across the battlefield.
Honestly, seeing these oversized, watery-eyed beasts only made his desire to fight plummet.
Even the monsters he had faced in the previous world were tougher than these Kaiju.
Still, there was something interesting about them.
Since they were bioweapons created by the Precursors, their massive size and claws weren't all they had. Some came with modifications—extra weapons installed based on feedback from battles.
For example, electromagnetic pulse emitters and highly corrosive acid.
Acid wasn't new to Godzilla—after all, with Xenomorph traits in his arsenal, he could generate as much of it as he liked.
But electromagnetic pulses? That intrigued him.
Such weapons wreaked havoc on advanced technology. Within the blast radius, every electronic system would instantly shut down.
That kind of power would cover one of his few potential shortcomings.
Yes, his radioactive breath from mouth, tail, or dorsal fins was devastating, but what if something slipped past his defenses and struck his core body?
The thought made him uneasy.
He intended to travel across countless worlds and encounter countless civilizations. What if one of them had the technology to kill him before he could react?
That would be a humiliating end.
Unacceptable.
He needed that electromagnetic pulse ability, no matter what.
At the same time, his curiosity toward the Precursors grew.
He wanted to cross into their domain and see their homeworld for himself.
If they relied on biotechnology, he had nothing to fear. And when it came to monster versus monster, who could rival him?
No point in hesitation. He would go.
Adjusting his form before the jump, Godzilla locked onto the Pacific Rim universe and hurled himself through space-time.
A ripple of temporal energy flashed, and he vanished from his world.
...
Splash!
The sound of water crashing around him filled his ears. Godzilla surfaced, scanning his surroundings as his internal radar instantly mapped the area.
He realized he had emerged in the ocean.
So much for his careful choice of a land form—completely wasted. Still, he didn't immediately shift to an aquatic body.
He rose above the waves first. No land in sight. That meant he was deep in the open sea.
With that confirmed, he shifted to his aquatic shape and sank beneath the waves.
He wasn't sure what point in the Pacific Rim timeline he had landed in, but one thing was certain—the Precursor wormhole was still open.
If the wormhole still existed, humanity hadn't yet destroyed it.
How did he know? Simple. With his command of space-time, he could sense it clearly.
Even though his mastery was still crude, his sensitivity to such forces far surpassed ordinary beings.
In his perception, the wormhole gouged into the planet's crust was like an ink blot on a blank sheet of paper—impossible to ignore.
Of course, there was always the chance the humans would blow it up tonight, making his arrival pointless.
No time to waste. Godzilla swam toward the anomaly.
He didn't need to rush. The sun was still high, and at his speed he would easily reach the wormhole before nightfall.
His arrival went unnoticed. Even satellites failed to catch his fleeting silhouette.
But across the stars, the Precursor civilization did notice the sudden space-time disturbance on their colonization project.
They quickly traced the anomaly back to Earth, but their scans revealed no wormhole beyond the one they had already opened.
As if the surge had been a mere illusion.
Impossible—their instruments never erred.
Perhaps another civilization had discovered Earth, even dispatching someone here?
The possibility of an unknown rival did not push the Precursors into rash action.
They reasoned: so what if another race had noticed this still-unclaimed planet? It wasn't their homeworld. Losing it meant nothing.
As long as the wormhole was intact, Earth remained within their grasp.
Still, gathering intelligence on this mysterious visitor would be invaluable.
But that assumption hinged on Earth truly having another new arrival.
If their sensors had simply glitched, then they were worrying over nothing.
After discussion, the Precursors decided to send several Kaiju as scouts.
Behind the wormhole, more waited in reserve.
If another being had come, they would crush it first and ask questions later.
Moments later, four Category IV Kaiju emerged from the wormhole.
At the Shatterdome base, alarms shrieked instantly, echoing across the facility.
The entire base roared to life, crews rushing to their posts, Jaegers readied for deployment.
Satellites soon confirmed the grim sight—four Kaiju, all Category IV.
This was serious.
Usually, Kaiju emerged one at a time. Four at once was unprecedented—worse, they were all high-level threats.
The Shatterdome scrambled its available Jaegers: the Mark-1 Cherno Alpha, the Mark-4 Crimson Typhoon, and the Mark-5 Striker Eureka.
That was everything they had.
Not because Earth lacked Jaegers, but because higher-ups had been cutting funding in favor of building the coastal wall.
The Jaeger program's budget was slashed again and again.
And even more difficult than maintaining the machines was training pilots—true candidates were one in a million.
And their mortality rate was the highest of all.
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