Beware of B0G

DISASTRAH continued to drill through humanities first defense like a runaway submarine. Carmen's demonic strength held true; unlike Kore whose grip wasn't tight strong enough to withstand the immense force generated by the beast. While she was left behind in the briney deep she wouldn't go without leaving behind a small parting gift. The insignificant scratch she had left in the creatures back was suddenly made that much more significant by the introduction of a violent species of insect to the wound. A exponentially growing swarm hell bent on dissolving the Kaiju from the inside out with volatile acids posed a problem however, like most festering wounds, it was often too late to stop once you noticed it.

A much more noticeable assault came from ONI-GIRL who, in spite of the violent spin, used the creatures body in conjunction with her own weapon as leverage. A single right hook that carried the hope of humanity behind it crashed into its leathery, grey hide. DISASTRAH may have only been the size of a Category 4 Kaiju but, it was physically more along the lines of a much larger creature. If its destructive capabilities matched its size there was no doubt in its animal mind that it would be making landfall an amputee. Instead the damage became entirely internal.

Kaiju bones were far stronger than most earthly metals and even with that level of durability fractures spiderwebbed across it's forearm. Small fragments of bone were knocked loose and sent hurtling through the muscle creating internal tears along the pressure sack located there. The stream of water from its right arm became a sickly orange color before stopping altogether.



The primal roar would shake the bones of those around DISASTRAH which had altered its course. The thrust from its feet and right arm it would hard break and turn its attention towards Carmen whose punch had dislodged the spear from its heavily wounded arm. Instinct told it to attack; instead it dove straight down. The beasts body could survive the pressures at the bottom of the ocean while humans would have a much harder time. As it plummeted it would notice the itch that came from Kore's biological attack. Almost instinctively the creature could tell that it had some kind of infection and it would begin to raise it's own internal temperature to thwart the hell beasts who were no stranger to extreme temperatures. They're multiplication would be exponential a couple hundred had a hard time making it through the creatures epidermis but, that number very quickly rose to the thousands. Those thousands would become tens of thousands. Those tens of thousands hundreds of thousands and so on. Had it only been a few hundred insects it would've taken days but, for something like this it would take 30 minutes max. Size mattered little against internal attacks, all they had to do was get into its blood stream and it would be a one way trip into its core. If it continued to press on in spite of the growing mass it would die and it knew that.

With its natural defenses proving ineffective the beast resorted to one last ditch effort for survival. A single monstrous hand plunged into it's chest and pulled out the source of its existence. A sphere of chitinous plate that let out a bright orange glow from small gaps in its surface. With the last of it's strength DISASTRAH drew water into its right arm and propelled the core towards land. So long as the core survived it would survive. As the last bit of life faded from the creatures body so would any sign of the giant beasts movements on radar. For all everyone knew, it was dead.



At 7 PM the storm would begin to clear and any trace of the Kaiju approaching the city would vanish in the blink of an eye. The waves would return to a calm and gentle lapping against the coast. About 10 miles off the coast a sphere the size of a prius burst out of the water and crashed into the sand. As it flew through the air it would shrink and shift taking a much different form than it had before.

A group of people who were expecting a 295 ft Kaiju were about to wash ashore were going to be thoroughly disappointed when all they got was a 5'9" teenage boy passed out in his underwear. He had tawny skin and long black curly hair that draped across his scrawny physique. He was alive and breathing but, unconscious.

Nowhere- Icarus Primary Base of Operations

The clock had been ticking down for some time now and no matter how hard he had tried to stop it; he failed at every step. Villains got stronger, smarter, and the heroes got tired. They couldn’t seem to keep up. Slowly but surely the goalpost kept getting moved and all the while the clock kept ticking down.

Caesar exhaled a large cloud of cigar smoke into the white room he called his office. His feet propped up on his desk next to a photo of him and Chevron before the kids first day out. Operation Beacon had been their best chance at stopping the clock before Stervos destroyed everything.

Then there was the villain that brought the world together. Surgath united the heroes but, he also broke them. Earth's best defenders slowly turned against each other and heroes fought heroes.

The Shadow Arm project had been a complete failure along with the Malefactor initiative. Galen Robinson had been their attempt at removing the tumors that had been growing in hero society but, he was betrayed by one of their own. Every failed attempt to stop the clock built up to these final 10 minutes.

The door to his office opened and Richard Streit stepped in. The ex-senator had been selected to lead the project in its next stage; whatever that ended up being.

“Caesar, thank you for everything you’ve done for this country. It’s an honor-”

“Save it kid, I failed this country at every step of the way.” He slowly rose to greet his replacement. “They’ll brief you on everything once I leave but, I’ll give you one piece of advice. This job will do everything it can to strip you of your conscience, it’ll make you do a lot of wrong things for the right reasons, it’ll push your boundaries until they break.”

He picked up the photo on his desk and looked at it once more. “You’re gonna need someone with an unwavering sense of right and wrong to pull you back from that. When you find that person…don’t lose ‘em.”

With one last puff of his cigar he headed to the heart of the facility. A massive piece of organic technology, that ran the entirety of Icarus, comprised of some of the smartest minds and advanced computers. A small display showed the same countdown clock; 30 seconds left now.

“The end of the age of heroes huh? Can’t help but wonder what comes next.”

“Something better”

It wasn't long ago that Area 51 was home to the greatest Meta-Human prison known to man. Run by Icarus in their glory days, the place was filled with the most dangerous meta-human criminals and even housed the tyrant Cyrolus. After the betrayal of one member of Icarus and the successful attack on the facility by a group of well trained, well informed mercenaries, mercenaries it was closed for good. The places entire existence was covered up and it was turned into just another vacant lot for weapons testing which is what brought them here today.

Two Black SUVs were parked next to a small portable white canopy that covered a number of scientific instruments. Two scientists, Dr. Jacobs and Dr. Anders, moved from instrument to instrument performing a number of checks. Leaning up against the SUV was Richard Streit, with his wings folded overhead to provide cover, and John Wilbur AKA Kid Kaiju who was glued to his phone watching old episodes of Dragon Ball Z.

"Everything should be set here sir." Dr.Anders said, breaking the silence.

"Good." Streit gently nudged John with his wing and the kid put his phone away, "Today is all about energy manipulation. Your breath weapon is incredibly powerful so, if you can learn to use it in a controlled way it'll give you a strong edge in fights against targets you can't just punch. I've reached out to Daystar, a hero who specializes in energy manipulation, to go a few rounds and maybe even give you a few pointers."

"I'm assuming you don't want me to hold back since we're all the way out in the middle of nowhere?"

Streit gave him a swift thumbs up which answered the question. "You do well enough here and we'll be able to give you the okay to roam free." One of the scientists grabbed the ex-senator's attention leaving John by the SUV. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small black notebook as well as a small box containing fragments of depleted uranium which he started to snack on. He flipped through the first section of the book, getting to a portion he had labeled, Super Secret Super Moves. It was filled with doodles of his monster form doing all sorts of things like flaming uppercuts, rapid barrages of punches, and a number of other iconic moves from pop culture. Next to the drawings were notes on how he might be able to do them, his failed attempts, and lists of crossed out names.