Now, it really begins! To godzillafan1, the monsters that will be featured in this story will range from Heisei characters brought back such as King Ghidorah, MechaGodzilla, M.O.G.U.E.R.A, Battra, Rodan (basically a female Radon from Godzilla vs. MechaGodzilla II) and Mothra, old favorites such as Anguirus, Gigan, Megalon, Megaguirus etc, monsters that appeared outside of the Godzilla movies and unused monsters. Trust me when I say, there's enough kaiju planned to give any monster enthusiast a wet dream. As stated before, I only own my OC's.

Chapter 1: A Day at Mr. Whitmore's; Fighting with No Sight

Whitmore Estate

Today was another day for Helga Katrina Sinclair; bringing Mr. Whitmore his coffee. Originally, the blond-haired woman would've been bringing him his medicine as well. Prior to and during the expedition to Atlantis, Preston B. Whitmore had fallen under a serious illness and had to take medications. It wasn't until he was sent a crystal pendant from Milo Thatch as a gift that his health had been restored to normal, if not better.

Helga found Whitmore sitting in his chair next to his coelocanth tank, wearing his striped pajamas, his left leg crossed over his right with his face hidden behind a newspaper that he seemed very to show a lot of interest in reading. She cleared her throat in order to catch his attention. Whitmore lowered the newspaper and greeted her with a shining smile.

"Good morning, Helga, did you sleep well?" he asked her jovially.

Helga shrugged.

"Eh, if by sleep well you mean dreaming about your former commanding officer trying to kill you by throwing you off a hot-air balloon from one-hundred feet in the air? Then yeah. I slept pretty good." she replied with a smirk.

After a brief chuckle between the two, Helga handed Mr. Whitmore his coffee.

"Just the way you like it, a tablespoon of cream and just a slight pinch of sugar."

Whitmore smiled as he set aside his newspaper and took the coffee cup from his chauffeur, his crystal pendant shining in the dim light.

"Anything else I can get you or do for you, Mr. Whitmore aside from start making breakfast?" Helga asked.

Whitmore gave her a playful smirk as he took a sip of his coffee and set the cup down.

"Now that you mentioned it, why don't you call me 'Preston' from now on."

Before Helga could say anything else, she heard someone groaning behind her. She turned around to see Eric Thatch in his sleep-wear, his black hair sticking out in tufts giving him the appearance of an anime character. Wrapped around his shoulders like a scarf was his orange Aspen otter companion Dax who, unlike his human friend, looked far more refreshed. Max, the sixteen-year-old surfer's sheepdog, was by the sixteen-year-old surfer's side, bouncing up and down with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, blissfully ignorant of his master's lack of energy.

"You look like you've just been through the dryer." Helga remarked with her signature smirk.

"Helga, I don't want to talk right now, I didn't sleep that good," Eric responded before gesturing to Dax. "Mr. Squeakypants was making noise right in my ear last night."

Dax turned indignantly to face Eric.

"Oh, come on, Eric. You and I know perfectly well I don't make that much noise while I'm asleep."

Eric met his otter friend straight in the eyes.

"That's because you're usually, well, were usually sleeping on a pet bed not sleeping inches away from me on my pillow." he retorted.

Eversince his uncle, Milo had married the crown princess of Atlantis- now queen-, Sukikkade, Eric had moved in with Mr. Whitmore who had become like a surrogate father to him along with his girlfriend Ariel and his cousin Kidagakash or Kida for short.

Dax, somewhat miffed by this, put his forelegs to his hips.

"Oh, this is coming from a surfer who just so happens to talk in his sleep."

"I do notmumble. You're thinking of Frey."

Dax then paused his argument with the black-haired surfer and thought out loud, "Yeah, speaking of which where is Fr-"

He was interrupted by the sound of a short yelp and someone flopping out of bed and onto the floor.

"Case closed." Dax commented as he saw Frey Asapin walk out of the guest room down the corridor, looking much worse than Eric.

"Morning, Cloud. How'd ya sleep?" the otter snarked.

Frey frowned at that comment. Now was not the time for him to hear any wisecracks, especially from a certain orange otter.

"Dax, I am not in the mood or mindset for any of your jokes. I'm still trying to overcome what I can best describe as the worst. Soda-induced. Headache. Ever."

"That wasn't soda." Helga told him.

Frey's eyes opened until they were miniature dinner plates. That wasn't soda he drank last night?

"Then what did I drink yesterday?" he asked in a panic. He didn't want to tell his father, who was currently on a business trip to Thailand, that he was drinking any alchoholic beverages especially since he made a pledge not to do so in the first place.

"Diet soda." Helga responded with a sly grin.

Frey's panic instantly gave way to a look of humorlessness. She honestly made a joke about diet soda.

"Oh, hee hee haw haw, Helga. Real gutburster there."

"It's what I do." Helga answered shrugging.

Frey waved her off, "Yeah. Whatever, I need coffee."

With that, the older woman pointed to the kitchen. Frey, following her finger, shuffled to the kitchen while droning, "Coffee." Right there, Eric seemed to notice something missing. Or rather someone missing.

"Hey, Mr. Whitmore, where's Ariel and Kida?" he asked.

"The girls?" Whitmore responded after taking another sip from his coffee and stroking his beard. "Oh, they got up earlier than you. I think Kida mentioned teaching Ariel how to defend herself."

Outside

Ariel gripped the training spear Kida assigned her with in her hand, standing it up straight in ready position as she stood on the beach. The spear in general looked more like a halberd with a crescent-shaped point at one end while at the other end of its wooden pole rested a stone the size of a baby's head serving as its balance. Ariel herself was dressed up in her Atlantean garb thus showcasing the blue tattoo on the back of her neck in order to give her more movement. However, her eyes were covered up in a blindfold.

"Kida, remind me again why I have to wear the blindfold while holding a very dangerous weapon?" she asked.

"In combat, we cannot always rely on our eyes. In certain situations, we must also depend on three other important senses; smell, touch and hearing. Our sight is necessary but our other senses must be just as worthy, if not worthier, if we can no longer see." Kida told her.

Ariel nodded as she took all of this in and saw fit to ask another question.

"Then why are you hiding behind a rock?"

The white haired beauty poked her head from behind a rock.

"Accidents tend to happen, you can't be too safe." she replied before retreating to safety.

Ariel sighed and began her training. The first step was simple; lifting the spear and putting it in a stabbing motion. The next step was a bit more complicated: using the weapon's mult-tasking ability. According to Kida, Atlantean spears (or kyaraq as they were called) were weapons that worked one in two ways. One was the simple stabbing point at one end and the other was the stone end that would be used as a blunt instrument meant to shatter bones and dent armor if the pointed end was lost. However, her lesson today was learning how to get used to the spear itself and that meant twirling it.

Ariel decided to start slow and gather momentum. After taking three deep breaths, she began to lift the spear. Then she gathered up speed as she began to twirl the spear. It was at that moment things went down spiral when she heard the sound of something snapping and someone screaming.

Curious, she removed her blindfold to see the rock end of the spear had not only apparently broken loose but it was also sent flying. She also saw the turtle-like Atlantean robot Wally looking around in a startled daze while Sebastian, the former crab composer to her father, was running around in a frenzy.

"Run fer yer lives! Flee while ya still con! It's de end o' de world!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Sorry, Wally. Sorry, Sebastian." she called out.

Kida got out from behind her hiding place and studied the broken spear in her friend's hand. She knew very well that merpeople were stronger than any human so that explained why the stone end of the weapon. What she didn't expect was for that strength to carry on in human form. Ariel noticed the weapon in her hands as well before she looked at her teacher.

"Lesson over for today?" she asked sheepishly.

Kida nodded at that statement.

Next Chapter: G-Force HQ; Godzilla's Spokeswoman