Making the Base

[The Great MM]

Washington DC was virtually destroyed, ruined by Rosie just a few short days ago before the fight currently taking place in Philadelphia. In the sky, now bright blue with clouds, a flash of light was followed with the tremendous sounds of alien engines.

Death Rays. A Three dozen Death Rays circled over heard like vultures waiting for something to die. Then, all of a sudden, they dove downward.

The black dust and debris on the ruined streets flew upward as the war machines flew lower before slowing and softly landing. Inside one of the vehicles, a behemoth stood up and looked down at his men.

"You know what to do!" He announced as the back door opened and silver ramp fell, "So do it good!"

His men, some of the best Klenthurian soldiers in all, nodded, hissed, or simply said "yes" at Gatoro's demand. When Gatoro walked out, his men followed.

He looked on at the other vehicles. His other units, 190 plus the 10 in his Death Ray, quickly moving out. Most flooded the streets within the first few minutes, checking every area that could hide life. Others were on small hovercrafts that could very well be described as wheel-less ATVs, carrying black poles with green lights, some sort of electronic equipment.

"Get those sensors set up!" Gatoro barked deeply, "Round up all survivors to a carrel. Get some shacks up for shelter, we'll need them later!" The bipedal crocodillian walked back up the ramp of his own Death Ray, "Get on the comm, tell them we'll need some Mollers down here, and three Rollers. We'll need to smooth out the destruction before construction can begin."

The pilot hissed in agreement and started the request. When returning to the outside, he could see his men already bringing human survivors back. All dressed in tattered clothes, and many wounded, he caught several glances from the men and women.

[The Great MM]

Less than a day had passed and work had begun already. The base foundation had been placed, and the starting of walls had began, showing just how much more focus and determined the reptiles are when compared to mammals.

Gatoro sat in the cockpit of a Death Ray, watching as humans were wrangled up and corralled like cattle in shacks that had set up in the ruins. It was something he saw dozens of times on dozens of other planets, his feeling for the weaker have become non-existent. Perhaps this planet would be unlike the others, maybe this race could fight back... Doubtful he, however, thought.

As a family was pushed into place, Saberon suddenly radioed in. Something was wrong, the transmission was flawed and static. "You're connection sounds like shit." Gatoro remarked deeply.

"Shut up and listen!" Saberon's voice shouted over the speaker, "Forget the humans for now and concentrate on getting the Lizard's Nest up."

Gatoro sat up straight, his feet thumping on the ground. "Something happen?"

"We've been attacked." The leader said, calmed down from the attack that had taken place, "Less than an hour ago. Thresher's fighting it now."

"Alone?"

Saberon's end remained silent for a few seconds. "No..." He said, more annoyed than anything, "He's joined forces with the Earth warriors to topple this thing. With a little luck, the Earth fighters will be so wounded that Thresher can finish 'em off quickly." A satisfied snort came from the bipedal crocodile. "I'm also redirecting Razor to your location."

'Why?"

"Because I don't want the site in danger in case of an attack." The ruler said, "Humans know we're here, and I trust these other races as much as I like them, and that's not much. Once construction is done, Garan and Rudolph will be joining you, along with Manticore and Stryker. Rudolph can do more work there than he can here."

"So tell me more about this new enemy..." Gatoro changed the topic...

[The Great MM]

The construction process was coming out well enough. The night sky came over the ruins, and by now the constant barrage of Rollers had flattened the ground out pretty nicely. Small camps and structures were either being constructed or finished now, and overseeing it, Gatoro watched on from a metallic, look-out stand-like structure.

Klenthurian soldiers were turned gardeners, throwing down alien seeds on the soil and ruins. Small green objects were sprouting already, mostly vines with some thorns and buds. Obviously, Klenthurian plants grew extremely fast compared to their Earth-born cousins.

The bipedal crocodile snorted as a zooming sound came from above. He brought up his beefy arm, blocking his eyes from the light as another Death Ray drifted down. A cloud of black dust lifted up from the ground and the captured humans watched on in fear as it landed.

Gatoro didn’t move, just watched as the lights dimmed and the ramp extended from the ass of the Ray. His jaws opened slightly than clamped shut as he watched both Garan and Rudolph emerge, walking side-by-side down the ramp.

Humans, a good hundred or so of them, watched on from electric chained corrals. They shouted, begging for mercy as they saw Rudolph. Rudolph continued on, ignoring their pleas. Garan, however, stopped mid-way. A bright light fell on him as the Death Ray he came on flew back up into the stars, vanishing in the clouds. Garan looked into the corral, watching on as those that could helped the wounded with rags and dirty water. His eyes narrowed on a guard that was beating down a teenager in the back for some reason, if any at all.

A man, a shirtless man decorated in cuts and bruises, charged the fence, screaming and shouting at the spiky Klenthurian. Garan tilted his head and looked, not saying a word as he said something about his family being killed. All of a sudden, the man gripped the fence, and a series of sparks and his screams of agony brought Garan back to reality. In the blink of an eye, two soldiers and grabbed the human, throwing him back and, with a mighty thud, his cries stopped. He was out cold, and the reptiles jaws opened, ready to feed in front of the other humans.

Garan gripped the fence, and a shower of sparks flew up, and yet he squeezed. “You take one bite out of him and I’ll rip your jaws off and make him eat them!” He shouted, crunching the electric fence into twisted, sparking steel.

The two guards looked up at him, each more angry than afraid. “Saberon gave us-“

“SABERON ISN’T HERE!” Garan barked, removing his hand, showing off the hole he had made. “As long as I am here, Saberon’s orders mean nothing! We build this base, and that is all!” He said, looking at the man as he came back to life.

The two guards hissed in defiance before walking away. Other humans had caught on to the commotion and looked at Garan. The creature looked at them, and then his smoking, black burned palm. He walked away, his fire-patterned cape flowing and armor clanking.

Rudolph had been watching a good ten yards ahead. He scratched his bald head and fixed his glasses before lighting a cigarette and taking a good drag. “Hurt?” He said, pointing at the smoking hand with his cancer stick.

Garan looked at his palm. The green scales of his palm were burnt black and flaking. He opened his fist and looked at it, before rolling his eyes up to Rudolph. “Just a little.”

The two headed on, eyeing the base and making sure everything was going well. They walked in silence for a minute or two before Rudolph decided to respond what had happened. “So what was that back there.” He asked, blowing a stream of white clouds from his nostrils.

Garan thought for a second, “Mercy.” He responded coldly, “Even the weak deserve it.”

Rudolph didn’t respond, just looked down at the ground as a flower-tipped vine wiggled across his black, shiny shoe, “Not what your master says.” He chuckled, taking another drag.

Garan grinded his teeth, “He’s not my master nor my hero.” He answered, irked, “I adore his beginning and what he did. Revenge is one thing, pointless slaughter is another.”

Dr. Ackert shrugged and walked aloud and started whistling the old German national theme song. The reptile’s eyes moved to him, how tempted he was to shove the human into the fence and end this human’s backstabbing on his own species, but then remembered his own thoughts were making him no better than Rudolph.

When the two came to a stop, it was about twenty feet away from Gatoro’s tower. The crocodile looked down at them and crossed his arms, “I thought you were bringing Razor.” He said deeply, snapping his jaws.

Rudolph looked over his shoulder, “Not unless he’s turned invisible…. Which isn’t a bad idea…” He retorted, scratching his chin.

A commotion was then heard several hundred yards away. A Roller was launched into the sky, thrown by something forcing itself from the ground. A hideous head penetrated the rock, smashing a Klenthurian tent as the beast’s legs pulled itself out of the Earth. Gatoro brought his hand up to his head, slapping the side of his skull, right by the eye, as screams of horrified Klenthurians came to him.

Razor crawled up, hissing and watching as reptiles spread out around him, yelling for the creature to calm himself when, in reality, Razor was as calm as calm could be. His mere size, however, made it seem otherwise.

“Your creation is an idiot.” Gatoro snorted, turning away as the Roller came back down to Earth, smashing into the Earth like a meteor a few yards away from Razor, crushing who knows how many reptiles.

“Well he is a reptile.” Dr. Ackert muttered, pretending to cough. Garan moved his head over to look at the scientist who continued his fake coughing.

[The Great MM]

On the Conquerer, after the crippling attack by Tormata, communications and live feed had been repaired... to an extent. Saberon and his main crew of 55 sat and stood in the control room, all watching in awe as the battle of the Lawless Zone took place. Some favored Bigor especially, while others couldn't hold back at laugh when the likes of Warhead got hit.

The room became as silent as a grave when Thresher had lifted Tortonne via telekinesis and used him as a Frisbee from Hell. Then, like an unforeseen volcanic eruption, the room burst with cheers and shouts as the first orb exploded.

Saberon looked dead serious, arms crossed as his crew cheered as if the battle was won already. One of the Klenthurians next to him slapped the back of his body, making the armor clank together. The creature suddenly became aware of the action, and just looked at Saberon whom slowly turned his head toward him, eyes glaring, but a grin forming.

The reptile began cheering again as Saberon fixed his eyes on the screen, watching on as Tormata retaliated. As strong as it was, they all knew Thresher was far from out of the game, and they still had every right to celebrate the destruction of the first Orb.

"Communications are back up!" A reptile approached from behind the room, not part of the main crew. "Anytime you want to continue your discussions."

Saberon nodded and hissed, "Was Blaradon damaged?" He asked, not turning to face him.

"Oh no." It responded coolly, "Still sleeping like a baby. We did get in a request to teleport some food down to Razor, shall we oblige?"

"Go on." He said, "Give 'em a big fatter." He answered, once again not taking his eyes away from the screen as Tormata reeked vengeance on the six.

The reptile turned around, walking out of the room. When he was gone, Saberon shook his head to the side. "Shame you didn't wake Blaradon you shit." He muttered, "He'd kick your ass on his own."

On the base, it was still night. Now portable hologram screens were also showing Klenthurian workers the battle, and they were also ecstatic about the destruction. Razor was, amusingly, toying with a Roller, the same one he had launched into the air. By now its side was dented in entirely as if a tin can. He was pushing it with his snout. He occasionally stopped, digging his claws through the flattened soil and exposing sewer lines, making all reptiles and humans around complain, and tearing up the growing plant growth.

Some reptiles took their attention away from the fight to look up at the sky as a white flash sent down a big fatter. The big fatter, a 25-meter long, fat-as-hell night crawler from the swamp lands of Klenthuria, was prime food for Razor, and its meat also fed Klenthurians from time to time. Also known as Mucuses, the creatures were known to generate their own protective, glue-like slime.

Upon seeing the kaiju-sized squirming worm, Razor pounced like a hungry lion. Claws tore through soft flesh, spilling guts and ooze and jaws clamped down. The glue was useless against Razor. It may have held off normal predators, but for one like Razor, it was more like silly putty. The big fatter squirmed, trying to coil around Razor as he tore it to shreds. Soon it lay in two squirming and bleeding halves.

"Vile." Garan said, turning around to face Gatoro and Rudolph whom were both watching the fight.

"I still do not understand why we just don't use Blaradon." Rudolph sharply asked, "If he's as strong as you say, nothing can beat it."

"Something did." Gatoro educated, "We don't want that again."

Before another word could be said, a Klenthurian rushed into the room. "Doctor!" He said, looking at Rudolph, "It's the spider!" The scientist smiled greatly and rushed out of the room, heading outside to the crate.

"Two hours ago, before you arrived, it was fine. We go to feed it... and this!"

The scientist turned the corner and stopped short. The cage was no longer holding Manticore, but a cocoon-like object. Huge and slimy, the force barrier wasn't able to withstand it and had been destroyed. Stryker was next to it, also doubled in size.

"Stryker too." Rudolph said, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. "Get them a decent distance apart, and get rid of the cages. "They don't need it anymore."

Within a few seconds, Stryker was slithering out, exposing his new size. He was now huge, standing higher than an elephant when ready to strike. "Is he full grown, doctor?" He heard Garan ask.

"God no." The Neo Nazi responded, "They've just become toddlers."

Gatoro walked forward, touching Manticore's 'cocoon' with his palm. "So now what?"

"Now...." Rudolph said, placing his hand out, and Stryker immediately coming to it and nuzzling it with his snout, "We begin training. We'll see just what these babies can do."

Stryker hissed and then opened his jaws, showing not one, but two sets of fangs. "Outstanding." Rudolph continued, rubbing the center set and pulling his hand out just as the jaws slowly closed, "Beautiful." He added, followed by even more compliments.

[The Great MM]

Several Days Ago –

In Washington DC, it was another day for the Jantwan family. Joseph sat at the table, sipping coffee as his children played at the table. His wife brought a plate of bacon down which the kids eagerly devoured like there was no tomorrow. It was a plain day, like normal. Clean skies let sun shine down the windows.

“Leave some for your father.” Maryanne said playfully as Sue, the oldest daughter, gobbled down another piece.

“AND ME!” Alex said, their five-year old brunette demanded as her sister teased her.

Maryanne brought down a few plates, this time loaded with eggs and toast. The father finally folded up his paper and began to eat with the rest. “You’re quiet today.” His wife said, sitting down on the far side of the table.

Joseph took a bite out of toast and swallowed. “Another failure last night.” Their quick conversation was ended as the two daughters got into a quick squabble after grabbing the same piece of bacon.

“The college always keeps granting you your funds, hun.” She said as she slapped the wrist of the oldest daughter, “They will again.”

“I hope so.” He said, starting to eat again. “I’ve got work down in the lab again, so I want nobody coming down.” He said, smiling as he waved his two index fingers at both Alex and Sue.

An hour later, he was downstairs. Various computers lined the tables, all showing different analysis of chemical compounds and test results. Dead animals lined cages with live ones in others. He walked over to the wall and pulled down a chemical and yet another colored blue.

Placing both on the counter, he reached in to a cage with the rats and pulled out a large white one with some sort of growth on its back. “Lets see if I can get rid of that.” He said, poking the growth with his finger, making the rodent squeal.

As he put the rat down, the room began to shake. Dust began to fall from the ceiling and land on his black hair. Removing his hand from the rat, it charged the wall and hid in the corner as he looked around. Suddenly he heard it… A dreadful noise of a demon from Hell. Screams followed, and then thunderous bangs as things blew up.

His wife rushed down the stairs with their daughters in hand. “Get down here!” He demanded, waving them off. His daughters were crying and Sue was cut on the cheek. He turned around and looked out the tiny window near the ceiling. All he could see was a gigantic, white, furry… thing. It was crushing the city as if it were a house of cards!

“My God.” He said, turning around as a wave of missiles exploded on it, and then city sirens started to go off. All time then stopped…

A thunderous boom…
The screaming of his wife and kids, and unknown to him, he was also…

The house collapsed, crumbling around them. He fell to the cement floor, reaching up as the first and second floors of the building came down like a massive brick on his loved ones. He cried loudly, but even then he couldn’t hear himself over the behemoth’s roaring and the sounds outside.

A shelf fell next, smashing onto his back. Countless chemicals spilt on him. His flesh began to feel like it was on fire, and he screamed in pain at both this and watching his family get crushed. Another shelf fell, adding on. His flesh was starting to change colors here, and melt away there…………….


The process had begun… The Lizard’s Nest was being made now, and Jantwan still lay beneath the ruined streets that have now been flattened by Rollers. Rosie walked into the base, quickly taking notice at Razor whom was chewing down another Big Fatter. The lizard growled, smashed his paw down, and bit its head off in a show of glorious gore.

The walrus reached down and squeezed the ass end. A loud “POP!” came from it as the end was torn off. It still wiggled in the beast’s clawed paw and he brought it to his tusked jaws and took a large bite. A squirt of fluid smeared across his snout as he gulped it down, followed by a satisfied burp.

“Gross.” Gatoro remarked as he and the others stood around, waiting for orders for whatever.

“Some of the weapon systems are online.” A smaller, brown-colored female said from the computer terminals, “Just the Plasma Vulcans and some of the Greens.” Gatoro snorted in approval.

Suddenly a beep came from one of the machines. Followed by another, a quicker beep. “Seismic activity!” The same Klenthurian announced, “From within the borders! Something underneath!”

Gatoro leaned over her chair and looked at the screen. “Bio signs?”

“Mmm-hmm. Something big. Looks like Razor’s already attracted.”

Indeed he was. The giant lizard dropped a chewed up chunk of worm to the ground. Rosie stepped over it and looked at the lizard at it tensed up and hissed. He then saw it. The ground a few hundred yards away was moving, or beating rather, like a heart. Suddenly it tore apart and a nightmarish abomination rose up…

It was humanoid… But way different than anything else. It’s arms were long and ended in three fingers that fist walked. Its legs were shorter in comparison and bent the wrong way. A short tail extended from its rear and ended in a tough of hair. Its head was attached to a neck that extended and retracted out of its shoulders like a stiffening and softening phallus. It lacked eyes and its jaws were nothing but a short, completely round snout laced with teeth as far as one could see down its throat. Hair decorated the sides of its skull in patches and drool fell from its mouth. Its skin was pink and swollen, for lack of better words, with rougher patches on its forearms and legs. Black spots laced its hide here and there.

In the blink of an eye, Razor charged it. The creature was taken by surprise and stumbled back as the creature’s jaws clamped on its hand. With a shout, the beast fought back. A drum-like sound came from its chest before a powerful gust of wind came from its circular jaws, blowing the light weight reptile onto its back. The puncture wounds made by the teeth bled disgusting pus.

Words came from humans. Humans that knew of the scientist’s location where it had come from. “Jantwan?” They could only guess as they took for cover in their shit shacks.

“Defense weapons fire.” Gatoro demanded, ignoring the fact Rudolph and Garan had rushed into the room.

A second later, green and purple plasma beams were thrown from turrets, each exploding on the thing’s pink flesh. Green Missiles launched from the ground, striking the area around the creature’s feet and sending up clouds of green mist. The mist seemed to have no effect at first… and then the flesh began to sizzle.

Some of the green mist fell on a small camp of captured humans, and their screams went on for minutes as their flesh melted from contact with the Green.

The abomination walked out of the green cloud, moaning loudly. Its neck shout out like a whip, jaws opened wide. Its scream was cut short, catching the neck quickly, Rosie’s hand gripped firmly. The monster tugged back, and then with a strong pull, the creature was dragged forward. Quickly releasing the neck, it pulled into a normal length where Rosie then smashed his fist into its skull. Teeth fell from the beast’s jaws and it just stood there wobbling.

Rosie tilted his head and the creature fell to its side, knocked out. “Get out your tools dock and get that thing under our control.” Gatoro said. Rudolph sighed and walked out the door…

Rosie stood tall outside, cracking his fingers before looking up… Zygrar and his squad of Death Rays were, indeed, coming with a surprise.

[The Great MM]

Rosie looked up into the air and saw the dead creature being airlifted into the base. The bipedal walrus brought his palm to his snout and grunted from the smell. “What the hell is that?” Gatoro whined, raising his own hand to block out the sun shining into them.

“A large dead thing.” Garan, at his side, responded.

Zygrar’s voice came over the speakers. “We brought you boys a present.” He said, “Where shall we…” Zygrar then whistled, “I see you’ve already had some surprises.” In response to seeing Jantwan. “Where shall we set this?”

“Why the Hell did you bring it back?” Gatoro barked back.

”Seemed like a good idea at the time.” The pilot said, “I can drop ‘em here now if you like.”

Gatoro grumbled. “Sit it down on the far side of the base. Don’t need it stinking up the entire place.”

“I’ll say.” Garan answered, tapping his claws on the window, making the humans below the tower look up in pleas. His eyes moved up the group as they passed the half-completed 300-meter tower. “Construction here is going rather quick, wouldn’t you say?”

Gatoro looked back down at the papers on the table and answered with a grunt then a shrug. Suddenly a loud scream came across the half-completed base. Jantwan rose up like the dead, vines and other plants that had started to spread on his body falling off in an avalanche. The creature looked around, drool falling from its circular jaws. Just then Rudolph walked through the door. “Joseph Jantwan. He’s… changed… a lot.” The scientist snickered, “He’s all set.”

“Don’t smoke in here.” Gatoro said, not even looking up as Rudolph reached into his pocket. “Hate that smell.”

“As do I.” A deep voice came from behind. Rudolph was suddenly pushed to the side. Saberon stood, tongue flickering. “What’s that?” He said, nodding to the dead thing and Jantwan.

“New arrivals.” Garan quickly answered, pulling his hand away from the glass and spinning quickly to answer.”

“Cool.” Saberon quickly responded, “New I kept you around for something. In other news this night, that creature that attacked the ship has been killed. I suspect more will be coming eventually, and I want Blaradon to be done by then.”

“That soon?” Garan questioned.

“That soon.” Saberon reassured. “Thresher will be arriving here in a few. He’s pretty fucked up. Doc, see if you can whip up some sort of nanotech hand, he’s gonna’ need a new one.”

“I have just the thing in mind.” The doctor responded, pointing his unlit cigarette at Garan’s nanotech bracelets, “A bit more advanced though. He’ll love ‘em.”

“Can they be put on both hands?”

“We’ll have to knock off his hands, but yes.” He said, “And no. I will not knock off the hands of an awake kaiju.”

“Rosie can do it.” He said, “They seem to get along.”

“I suppose someone has to like that oversized shaggy carpet.” Garan butted in.

Saberon faked a laugh before continuing. “I want those robots down here. As well as those furry apes, Deities, and that angry squid thing you ran into. It’s time to discuss Blaradon.”

[The Great MM]

The day turned to night and yet activity at the soon-to-be-completed base was active as anything. Lights washed across the human corrals every second, watching out for escape attempts. The plants had gotten simply huge now, sprawling out. Some tipped with flowers and mushrooms, others just covered in thorns. The walls were now done, made of black steel with street light-like lamps hanging overhead.

Dr. Ackert stood on the walk way, taking a long drag over his cigarette as captive people still looked up at him in disgust. “You’ll die!” One of them yelled, making him shrug and tap the butt of his stick, allowing ashes to fall into his hair.

“That’s cold.” Garan’s voice came from behind.

“Hot actually.” He said, sucking in more and breathing out the smoke from his nose.

Garan walked up next to him and crossed his arm. His tongue lashed out at the air before he spoke. “Thresher’s here.”

The scientist flicked more ash on the people beneath him. “You and you’re enhanced senses of smell.” A strong gust of wind then almost sent both Klenthurian and human off the edge. They both turned around and Razor’s eyes blinked. Its sticky tongue licked its eye. It breathed again before backing away, blinking, and then walking.

“Haven’t seen that snake of yours.” Garan commented, admiring the huge lizard.

“Around.” The scientist grinned, “Around.”

Thresher’s roar rang out loud and it sounded like pain. “And here he is.” Rudolph said, flicking his half-smoked cigarette into the crowd, “Rosie’s not gonna’ wait to severe his hands, I won’t have much time to install his new ones.”

“That’s gonna’ be fun.” Garan said, watching on as Thresher bumbled into the base with a limp and his hand twisted and broken.

Garan flicked his tongue as the door closed behind Rudolph. His eyes narrowed as he watched Rosie stand from a sitting position. Thresher stopped a few kaiju-sized steps away and tilted his head as the walrus made a series of grunts. Thresher stepped back and snarled, making Rosie step closer.

Rollers and other vehicles came out of the darkness, surrounding the creature. In the tower, Saberon watched on from a window, along with Gatoro, as they awaited their guests. Thresher dropped his head and snarled. His face turned and eyes noticed large, mobile stages brought Thresher’s new hands closer to him. They looked like nothing less than huge, silver-colored bullets. Completely round at one side and flat at the other where they’d go in.

By the time Rudolph emerged outside the base and entered one of the car-like vehicles, Thresher had his hands out. Rosie nodded and snorted. Thresher closed his eyes and bit down hard.

CRACK!

With a twist and a pull, Rosie yanked his hands off, both of them, at the wrist. Thresher fell backward, screaming in sheer pain as geysers of red gore squirted out of them. His yells echoed for miles and his hands fell from Rosie’s. The walrus kicked them to the side and looked down.

Rudolph along with two reptiles emerged from the vehicle. “THOSE!” Rudolph shouted at the walrus. The mammal snorted and grabbed the huge objects. “Put them on his hands!” He ordered, pointing at Thresher’s stubs.

Garan watched on from the walk way. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he tried to make out the sight of the flat sides touching the bloody mess. The shark’s screaming suddenly ended. “It’s working already. Wonderful.” Rudolph said as the flat sides bonded with his muscles, bones, and everything else. They went from silver to blue, matching his normal skin as they reshaped into his hands.

Thresher looked down at the scientist, as did Rosie. The shark looked at his discarded hands and wiggled the fingers of this new set. “Think of a weapon.” Rudolph told the creature. The shark blinked its eyes and suddenly the three fingers of his right hand molded into one forming a large blade. “And the other.” He instructed. No later, that hand formed a drill.

The shark stood up as the weapons took the shape of his normal hands again. “Try the gun.” He said, “Right hand.”

The shark looked at his right hand and tilted his head. It suddenly began to shape into a massive chain gun. Even he couldn’t hold back a sinister cackle of roaring laughter as he spun around and fired it into the darkness where it sent up explosions from the energy rounds in the distance.

“Easiest operation I’ve ever seen, really.” Saberon commented, turning away from the window and again taking his seat at the table.

[The Great MM]

A flock of Death Rays drifted down from the sky above the Lizard’s Nest. The Klenthurian leader of the group, Zygrar, whistled as he looked out from the cockpit, admiring the large ships that had placed themselves in their normal docking bays. Reaching down, his black claw pressed a green, triangular button on the dash. “With those giant tin cans down there, where does the boss want us lackeys to park it?”

A voice on the other side of the transmission grumbled. “Land the best you can.” It answered him, “Plenty of empty spaces.”

“Yeah. Right.” The transmission ended. As if driven by Zygrar himself, the other Death Rays followed his lead, slowly drifting down. The engines kicked up storms of dust as they pushed next to the other transport craft.

A few minutes later, Zygrar stepped out of his weapon. Lifting his clawed hand to his forehead, he looked around. “They work fast.” He chuckled, climbing down and jumping to the floor. Other pilots began to appear around their group leader.

Several of them quickly began talking amongst themselves, recalling close calls and awesome kills they just had in Sydney. As they moved toward the base doors, the ground began to quake. It wasn’t like normal footsteps of even a charging Rosie, but instead non-stop patting. Several of the reptiles managed to get “Holy shit.” and “What the…” As Manticore emerged from behind one of the transport ships. It jumped over the craft and landed a mere dozen or so meters in front of Zygrar, almost knocking the being off its feet.

The creature let out a bark-like sound before leaping over the group of pilots. As they followed it with their eyes, the huge arachnid grabbed one of the landed, unmanned Death Rays in its jaw claws and dove into the jungle where a loud boom was followed by a cloud of black smoke.

”Rudolph needs to learn to train his damn pets.” Zygrar snorted, continuing on to the base. The doors opened without them needing to do anything. A blast of warm, fresh air greeted them as they began to remove helmets and gloves.

“How was it?” One of the dark green guards of the doors asked as Zygrar passed him.

“Same ole’ fun.” He said, flicking his tongue as he enjoyed the warm air.

The hall was filled with various plants and red heat lamps. Tiny insects also flew around, buzzing around the high monitors that were built into the metal walls. Moving through the doors, he caught the eyes of several females, also busying themselves with various duties.

“When did you become so popular?” A more muscular and spikier reptile said with a deep voice, smacking Zygrar on the back.

”Your sister must have spread the word.” He laughed, turning the corner and heading directly for the K.A.F, or Klenthurian Air Force, bar.

“Not even back for 15 and you want to get hammered.” The creature said, shaking his head.