Godzilla - Almost got 'em (teaser)

Unknown Location.

Somewhere, unknown to all but the most wretched, and vile of beings, a small gathering of devilish aliens had been assembled. It was in a place where beings of titanic sizes - kaiju, or beings similar- who were of a destructive, criminalistic, or downright evil nature would come to spend time on their own, or even converse with each other on things like: how many planets they destroyed, or who often collected the biggest bounty on a prize of some kind (living or dead), or even who had done the most terrible things. Sometimes, these conversations would be held while playing different kind of games which many times involved wages between them, or they would more often then not play out until it became a full-sized brawl which caused a great deal of damage around. Though what some would call mindless violence and wanton destruction - they would call it simple entertainment.

Amidst the many mercs, assassins, crooks, and villains that dwelled in this place, there was one particular group of Aliens huddled around a circular table, playing what seemed to be some kind of card game. This one had them using a series of dye ranging from cubic, to rhomboid-like, to diamond shaped with a series of alien symbols serving as numbers. And in the middle was a large deck of cards with more symbols, and shapes of an alienistic origin. Sitting right beside it was a pile of glowing, lavender chips. All with the same kind of symbols on the cards, and dye. To any human, this would remind them of a simple poker game. And with the way this game was played, it would seem they were right. Right now, the cards were being shuffled, and dealt by an alien with golden, bat-like wings that had at least four fingers on them. The figure also spoke in a deep, almost serpentine voice which gave off a sense of power, and authority.

???1: "Alright now: let's have a nice, "clean" game this time, fella's."

As he dealt out the cards, one by one the other players took their number. One of them had a pair of charcoal gray hands, with only four fingers. And he also spoke with a deep voice: only with more sophistication, and a hint of arrogance as well.

???2: "Wouldn't THAT be a first. By the way: i recently heard that "you know who" took down Orga just last week."

Next was a most bizzare alien, by the look of things: his hands were oily black, with multiple digits on them, and the both of them seemed to be made out of some manner of toxic sludge. This one spoke in a slippery, also mildly graveled voice as words sounded like they oozed out of him as he spoke.

???3: "Ya got that right. He really gets around for one kaiju. I mean, it's not like everyone can split into a dozen pieces of himself, and scatter around the place just so he can be ready for something like that."

???1: "No. Not unless they were made out of excrement. And radioactive, for that matter."

???3: "Wh- Hey! I am NOT made out of crap, okay?! ........ At least, not THAT much."

Ignoring his comment, the next to speak was an alien who appeared to be of a skeletal persuasion. He had five-fingered hands, like a humanoid, but the skin was pure black in tone, and the back of it along with his upper arms had ivory pieces of armor with small blades where the knuckles were, giving it the resemblance of protruding bones. This one's voice was also deep, but also sounded as if it were growling at the same time. Like the one speaking had an aggressive nature that he was keeping in check at all times.

???4: "Well, personally, i think the snot-blob's got a point. I don't think it's one kaiju. They way i see it, the humans made a whole bunch of them, and kept them on containment all this time. Raising, and training them up like hunting beasts. Then, when something catastrophic occurs, they let one of them loose, and take care of that problem for them. Personally, it would explain how he seems to get everywhere so fast.They just want you to THINK it's one kaiju, but-"

???1: (deadpan)"Please, X: you're always seeing double nowadays."

???2: "Indeed. And besides: that's nowhere near true, anyway. And trust me: I would know."

The alien's then began shuffling their cards in their hands, and organizing them to begin playing. While they did so, another idea was brought up in the conversation.

???3: "You gotta admit: any creature like that has got to have some major issues if he wastes his time fighting guys like US. Maybe he just can't stand seeing other kaiju because it reminds him of his own ugly, hideous disposition."

???1: "Hmm. Actually, that does sound pretty good. In fact, that probably is the whole reason at a whole! Though it's still an idiotic thing, too: it's not OUR fault he looks so goddamned ugly. What with his stupid grey body, that fugly bumpy skin, those pathetically scrawny little arms, the fat legs, and those freaky spikes on his back. And don't even get me started on his ugly face, too. I mean, that muzzle: did you ever see anything MORE ugly than THAT?! Hahahahah!"

As the gold alien went on with his insults, the grey skinned alien seemed to be taking large offense to what was being said. So much so that he crushed a large crystal he was holding in his hand. Thus making it shatter into dust that scattered halfway across the table. Either way, the alien soon realized his playing partner wasn't appreciating his humor, and was quick to maintain the peace.

???1: "Oh. Uh, no offense, Xen. Not saying that YOU'RE ugly, or anything. As a matter of fact, i'd say you look far better than HE does, at least."

???3: "Grr. Just deal, you three headed worm."

That seemed to lessen the tension which had briefly built up, and they went back to the game. The last to speak up was having a hard time trying to hold his cards due to having no actual hands. In fact, they were nothing but drills on the upper arms of this being. He spoke in a mildly high pitched, gravely voice which made him sound easily excitable.

???5: "WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK?"

???1: "Oh, good Lord. Not the alien sea pod theory thing AGAIN!"

???5: "W-WELL, HE COULD BE!"

Suddenly, right behind them came a strange character wearing a dirty, grey cloak which covered the entire body, and a rather large hat which resembled an outlaw's hat. The approach caused the group to look up from their cards to see who it was. And it was here that the individuals were revealed to be: Grand King Ghidorah, Spacegodzilla (or rather Xenilla as he often preferred), Hedorah, Monster X, and Megalon. And it was right next to Megalon that the figure made his way to.

???6: "Howdy, fella's. Set up a seat, and deal me in."

Megalon, not knowing who it was, just turned his back to the stranger, and waved his drill in a dismissive manner.

Megalon: "SCRAM, BUDDY. THIS IS A PRIVATE- DOOOGGH!"

That was the moment when the figure delivered a swift kick to Megalon's chair, and made him slam head first into the table, knocking some sense out of him. But he quickly got back to his feet, and turned to the figure's direction. And he was not happy about having someone do that to him, and revved up his drills in preparation for what was to be a savage, brutal killing.

Megalon: "WHY YOU LOUSY, STUPID, LITTLE- GGAAGH!"

But a swift strike from the knee sent Megalon sprawling to the ground, flat on his back. He had been stunned, and wasn't moving from his spot. The mysterious figure soon sat down in Megalon's seat, and took off the cloak to reveal himself as the Nebulan Assassin, Gigan. Clad in his black, and silver armor, and his arms currently replacing his notorious scythes. But he kept the hat on his head, not taking it off for anything. Monster X was the first to address him: in a half threatening, half familiar manner of sorts.

Monster X: "Well, well. If it isn't Gigan. How've YOU been."

Gigan: "Hey, X. it's been a while. And you're looking.....somewhat decent, anyway."

Monster X: "Funny you should say that: cause half of me wants to throttle ya."

Gigan: "And what does the other half want?"

Monster X: "To drop a meteor on your skull."

Gigan turned his head to the other three kaiju who were simply watching this little spectacle unfold.

Gigan: "We used to be partners."

All: "Ah."