I'm becoming more and more like a robot with each passing day. I swear, by the end of this I'll be solar powered. After finishing my lunch, I decide to fly around for a while and maybe play around with a few humans as I still feel playful. I fly over to the nearest human city which is somewhere in Russia. Giant walls that are easily up to my height surround the small city, with several large gashes cut into them. Some sections of the wall are missing entirely. I fly over them, making sure to block the sun out as I pass. I stay high up enough to be away from causing any damage, but close enough to block the sun for most of the city.
I hear sirens start to go off around the city as I giggle to myself, seeing their ant-like figures run away. Then, I fly off. I don't cut my signature anymore and let them track me as I move around. Several times, a jaeger appears in front of me, but I easily avoid them by flying away. I can tell I'm being a thorn in the humans side which makes me smile.
Something I've noticed about this world is despite the existence of titan energy, I feel no connection to the earth. I guess it sees me as an invader of sorts, or it may just be dead because of the kaiju.
For whatever reason, this earth isn't talking to me. So, I have no desire to protect it. Almost instinctively, I don't care what happens to this earth. So, I'm honestly just waiting for my chance to leave. Maybe I'll fist fight a jaeger. Maybe I'll be a kaiju this time and go around destroying cities! Yeh! I'll be the villain for this world!
As I say that, the earth finally talks to me. It seems to be begging me to not do what I'm planning on…
Which is weird, because the earth in Godzilla's universe hates humanity. I suppose this one has been protected by humans for so long it desires their survival. Which honestly makes sense. This universe's humanity is much more conscious of their world's health. Most likely due to the kaiju's naturally destructive blood.
Still, I'm gonna destroy a city or two. I'm bored! What can I say?!
This is definitely the titan part of me talking too. Human me would never want a city to be destroyed. Except London. Nobody likes London.
TARGET DECIDED: LONDON. LOCKED ON TARGET. MISSILE ON ROUTE.
I start flying towards London at breakneck speed. I have my signature flare up to give them time to get in their bunkers so I don't kill TOO many. But still, I wanna be a bad guy for now!
I fly directly to London and crash into the center of the city. I see several people running away from me in fear. I rear back and shoot forward with a deafening cry,
"SCREEEEEEEEEE-PAPAPA-SHING!"
My iconic screech echoes throughout the city as the residents fall to their knees in pain. My call busting many eardrums and killing a few people directly. I use [Missile Launcher] and launch several regular missiles into the tallest buildings around, making sure to aim for the very top.
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The bombs hit and send shockwaves through the top of the skyscrapers. One missile lands straight in the center of Buckingham Palace.
Hehe. That's what you get, London! With your FiSh AnD cHiPs!
Why do I hate London?
Dunno. Just do.
Anyways, A couple of jaegers arrived in time to rain on my parade. I decide to actually fight them this time instead of just executing them. So, no using breath attacks! The first jaeger runs up to me in a boxing stance. I unfurl my wings, which easily dwarf these tiny little jaegers. Hell, my regular height is easily double theirs, which is probably why so many of them were dispatched to kill me. I feel disappointed as I look at the three. In my eyes, they look like toys. Or children trying to fight Mike Tyson. I bring my wings to their full size and let out a [Sonic Screech],
"SCREEEEEEEEEE-PAPAPA-SHING!"
My mouth opens, then a few seconds later the jaegers are sent flying as they are hit with the waves of sound. The lead jaeger, which seems to be about 70m tall, manages to stick their sword into the ground to stop themselves from being sent flying like their two companions.
I slowly walk towards them, as they run towards me. We clash with a crunching sound as I easily pin the jaeger to the ground.
I screech directly into its face, and rip the face armor off of the jaeger. I look inside and see a man quivering in fear and holding his face. I look directly at him and notice how he lost the will to fight.
"Boring."
I say one word out loud and start flying off.
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"D-did that thing just talk?!"
The man piloting the jaeger asks his teammate.
"Y-Yeah… Yeah it did, Captain Jameson."
The two pilots of this jaeger are best friends who went through the class together. They've killed many kaiju and have never lost a fight.
They received an emergency mission in London and instantly went to their jaeger and set off. They had never seen any kaiju this big.
This thing could fling them away with just its voice! Let alone its wings! They had heard about a single kaiju taking down the entire team of Captain Miller with a single attack. Captain Miller and her copilot were able to survive, but the other four pilots drowned.
The worst part is, it was said that it attacked using a type of breath attack like a dragon… But it never used that against them.
"It was playing with us."
Captain Jameson said.
"Yeah. It was. This one seems to be intelligent. Honestly, I think we're lucky we got off with just our face being ripped off."
His copilot speaks up. Captain Jameson continues,
"Shit. If the price of my life is the pain of my face being ripped off, I'll gladly accept! Besides, that thing didn't do too terribly much to the city. I'm estimating about a thousand deaths possibly? Any time a kaiju attacks, it doesn't stop until either it or everything around it is dead."
The copilot nods his head,
"Honestly… Wanna go for a pint?"
Jameson looks at his copilot in shock,
"Is that even a question?! OF COURSE I DO! HOW THE HELL ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO GET OVER THAT THING RIPPING ME FACE OFF!?"
Captain Jameson yells at his copilot in faux rage, making his Irish accent a bit thicker as he yells out.
The two friends laugh as they climb out of their jaeger's metal corpse.
"Well, Mrs. Naggin, It's been an honour serving with you!"
The Irishman turns around and salutes his jaeger before walking down the road with his copilot to find a pub that's still open.
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