V M A Titan Emerges

[King Kong]

Sunlight slowly rises above the horizon, which belongs to Kraw, slightly shining upon an encampment filled with tents, ATVs, off-road trucks/jeeps, and trailers that provided a weapons depot and cooking area. Tropical birds sing delightfully, becoming the jungle's natural alarm clocks to wake anyone. The people that lived in this temporary encampment did not rely on morning bird calls; instead, electronic alarm clocks buzz loudly once the timer ends. Every alarm goes off at the exact time within the camp, some waking up after the obnoxious sound occurred while some shut off their clocks and wished for more sleep. The lazy heads were to be awakened by their bunkmates, and money wouldn't grow on trees for themselves.

Soon within half an hour, the camp becomes lively, with everyone doing their morning routines that involved hygiene, standing in line for breakfast, sitting around the campfire, or preparing equipment for the day. The encampment fills with mercenary men, some young and others are grizzled. Kraw was a place for an opportunity to start your mercenary career, whether that involved escorting explorers or researchers to hunting down man-eating fauna. Survival is the priority if you want to make it off this rock alive in move up in your career to more pleasant places. Morning dew wets the dirt beneath their feet and dripping off the plants that build this tropical ecosystem.

Coming out of his tent to start the day was Barry, a Caucasian slightly tanned curly brunette young fellow just now jerking his soldier of fortune employment on this mosquito-infested planet. He wishes that the company that recruited him would place himself somewhere more suitable for his taste in The Crossroads. A job is a job anyway; better not complain since Barry was lucky that a private security company finally hired him. Many before declined his application, thinking he was not suitable for the tasks he would set to complete for their clients. Atlas, Barry can finally prove himself that he has what it takes to be a mercenary.

He chose to be a merc because mainly the pay can be good, and traveling to various places across these different biome planets would cost little because he worked for a company. For the traveling part, it's almost like a vacation, but he must not have a tourist mind when it comes to these jobs. Being on Kraw, there are hardly any bars or restaurants he can hang out in with his assigned team. They still got beer and great alcohol drinks to last for the specific time they camp in this dense jungle. No drinking on the job is the most significant rule for them since their employers want soberness the mercs prepared for whatever potential threat they will face.

"C'mon, Barry! We better get something to munch on before we have no time left." His bald giant burly bearded, dark-skinned companion, Derreck mentions, pointing his thumb at the food trailer awaiting them. Barry smiles slightly in response, still a little tired and hungry. They get in the food line with other mercenaries, awaiting their turn to get their breakfast. Derrek became a great friend to Barry when they first met on the day Barry became a rookie. He helped Barry before they came to Kraw so that the young rookie could get a little comfortable in the life of being a contracted mercenary.

After standing in line for fifteen minutes, they grab their tin bowls of cornmeal mush and left the food trailer on the other side. Coffee was their choice to have with their breakfast, Derrek preferred to have some cream and sugar, and Barry likes his same way. They walk with a tin mug in one hand and carrying a bowl of mush in the other. A squad of armed mercenaries gathers in one corner of the camp, smoking tobacco or finishing their breakfast during the meet-up—the rookie and his grizzled friend approach this squad that has them assigned to before landing on this planet. Derrek is familiar with having a place in this squad due to his career built around this trustworthy squad that he even dares to call them his friends or family.

On the other hand, his rookie buddy doesn't have an attachment to the ragtag team yet because he has only known them for two days.

"Morning, King. You had a good sleep last night?" Derrek approached the leader of his squad with a friendly attitude.

"Eh, it was fine. I had better sleeps on Inverxe." The squad commander grumbles, taking a sip of coffee to consume caffeine. King is the official nickname that he goes by rather than his real name. Nicknames pass on for the rest of the squad. They don't use their proper names anymore since it's hard to sort of keep up, and they left their previous lives behind for the spoils of dirty work. Derrek's nickname is "Tiger, " a name he earned due to the three large claw scars that permanently stay on his right bicep. Reasons why Barry knows his best friend's actual name are just from how a great bond they formed.

Currently, Barry has no nickname in the squad because of how much a rookie he is now. Catching up with the team, Barry and Derreck proceed to eat their meals during the conversation. The number of mercs that consists of this squad is about six men counting Derreck and Barry. Starting, the members of this squad are King, following behind him are Jester, Buzzsaw, and Woolly. King's body was fit and toned with muscles; his skin appeared heavily tanned, having many tribal-style tattoos covering both arms, neck, and chest.

A green beret covers the hair on top of his head to go along with his combat attire. Jester was the skinniest of the group, appearing lanky and pale. He's a ginger, to say at least, letting his medium-length hair flow freely, and his style of clothing was casually to fit with the care-free attitude that earned his nickname. The next one is Buzzsaw, a Caucasian medic for the squad having excellent knowledge to treat horrible wounds during a firefight. A combat helmet covers his hair while tactical goggles stay snug tightly in front of it with white letters painted on the side saying, "Healin' or Buzzin."

His preferred facial hair is a goatee covering his chin. The selected gear equipped was medical and tactical gear covering his body. He earned his name because an actual petrol handheld buzzsaw hangs loosely behind his back, using it in combat. Lastly is Woolly, a big tubby man that is brunette and hairy. He's got a long straggly beard almost touching his center chest. Covering his hair is a black toboggan that fits snuggly. His role is being the demolition man for the squad, an expert on explosives and projectile explosive weaponry.

They all remain steady, drinking coffee and finishing their meals while the camp fills with life.

"Ay yo, um, rookie! I think I know a nickname we can give ya," Jester calls out to Barry, standing five feet away in front of him next to Derrek, but his buddy had his back turned and chatting with King. "How bout we call you pussy, after you ran off last night screaming and terrified of a spider just hanging out on your neck, and Daddy Tiger had to squash it for you." Jester chuckles at Barry for being terrified of spiders.

"Piss off, Jester. Maybe rookie here would like the story of how I had to drag your ass out from a xenomorph hive while you were crying and pissing yourself at the same time." Derrek snaps back at Jester for his joking behavior. His comment makes Jester cease the teasing that made Barry embarrassed about last night.

"Hey rookie, you going to finish that mush? I'll gladly take it off your hands because they don't give us enough food here in this hell hole." Woolly begged for Barry's breakfast, but the rookie was still attempting to finish his bowl.

"I swear to Arbiter, Woolly. How many times do I need to put a leash on you not to eat other people's rations?" Buzzsaw growls at Woolly's impatient behavior to overeat on the limited food supply.

"What? It's still inhumanly how this company doesn't care about-" Woolly's words cut off by an ear-piercing alarm ranging throughout the campsite. Everyone rushes to their station, dropping whatever they were holding. Barry and Derreck sprint to the weapons depot to gear up on whatever their mission requires. They ran to the vehicles that soon ignited their engines, still parked while idling. All mercenaries rush to their designated car. The duo hopped into the back of an armored off-road van along with their squad.

After Derrek and Barry got inside, King shuts the doors immediately, giving the signal for the van driver to drive. The driver mashes the gas pedal hard, making the tires spin in mud. It speeds up down the dirt road to blend in the steel convoy of Mercenaries. King whips a digital tablet out that shows a map and tracking device steadily beeping for whatever set off their tracker.

 

[King Kong]

A line of vans, jeeps, and trucks cross the muddy river in a shallow spot where the road continues. They drive out of the river successfully, heading deeper into the dense jungle. Currently, it was noon where the sun shines, and their rough ride has lasted two hours of constant bumping and jerking that the van makes. They produce chattering while the trip continues with no stopping. Jester can't help himself to keep his mouth shut for a very long time.

"That's total horse shit! A T-Rex would kick an elephant's ass so hard!" Jester challenges Buzzsaw back on their topic about which animal would win in a fight. "For starters, you know how powerful T-Rex's bite is? I read on the web, and it's like well-it's like the strength of a thousand lions!"

"You and your dumbass brain can't even think correctly on the approximated info what your eyes read. An Elephant can win against a T-Rex owing to how intelligent elephants can turn out. Those giant carnivorous lizards are just mindless eating machines. I guarantee you if they were not successful finding a source for food, they would eat their own young or a smaller t-rex." Buzzsaw backs up his argument with logic and facts, making Jester all frustrated about his beloved dinosaur.

"And that, of course, is why the t-rex is cooler than a dirty peanut eatin' elephant. T-Rex don't give a fuck who's on the menu today!"

"Right there is the major flaw of a T-Rex. An elephant has great tactic instincts when it comes to defending their own life."

"At the end of the day, reptiles rule, and mammals can go stick it up their own asses!"

"For Arbiter's sake, you devolved piece of fuckery. You're a mammal! All humans are mammals, and we remain as the apex predators, even out here in this man-eating jungle."

"Hey, can you two play a better game? It's called shut the hell up! All I ask for is one hour of no-nonsense shit before we arrive at the designation." Derreck "Tiger" snaps back at Buzzsaw and Jester, making his voice boom out over their squabbling. The two look at Tiger, seeing his annoyed facial expression, having enough of their arguing. The debate ceases with both not making any more eye contact with each other. "How far is the target now?" Derrek looks back on King's touch-screen tablet, still seeing the tracking beacon lively blinking.

"Not too far. We might make it within the proximity of the target in about thirty minutes." King replies, concentrating on the motion-captured beacon's position. "We'll arrive in time before our target attempts to make a break for it."

"Hey King, I know sometimes our job requires us not to question about the objective, but we've been out here about two weeks now killing or setting fire to anything that trips off one of our many motion-detecting sensors. It's getting old real fast when command reviews our confirmation kill, saying that's not the target to terminate. Any damn idea on what the hell are we supposed to kill out here in the absolute fuck middle of nowhere?" Woolly speaks out across from King, sitting next to the rookie, Barry.

"Negative, I'm sort of in the dark here as well. We're hot on the tracks finding this beast because I found unusual footprints at the last triggered sensor designation. One thing that command acknowledged, the tracks I been gathering data do link up to is the same footprints found at sites where those mining trucks were under attack." King announces his recent findings, giving a little positive note that all this might be over soon.

"You think it's skull crawlers? They've been a nuisance even more now lately." Tiger questions, but King shakes his head in a "no" response.

"Their footprints don't match identically to these. They don't even have the same walking pattern to whatever we're hunting." King puts that theory to rest, focusing again on how far they are to the beacon.

"I just hope we make it back in one piece," Barry speaks softly, one of the few times he has spoken on this ride, looking down at the floor with nervousness.

"Nonsense, kiddo! We'll be off this rock with no missing arms or legs. We've handled tougher jobs before, right fellas?" Derreck assures his friend that nothing can go wrong. Everyone in the squad agrees with Tiger, not even afraid of whatever they have to face out in the harsh jungles of Kraw.

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After thirty minutes of a rocky ride, the van comes parks off to the roadside along with the convoy. Mercenaries got out their vehicles and stood at the jungle's edge. Lots of brush and trees obscure anything that awaits them inside the jungle.

"Alright, boys, lock and load," King announces, giving a signal for his squad to arm themselves before leaving the van. Woolly moves his grenade launcher into position, strapped around his neck. It was a scoped tan Milkor MGL he held firmly in his hands. Buzzsaw clicks his safety off on his drum mag SMG, ready for combat. Derreck preps his LMG, brandishing the gun before they leave.

King, Jester, and Barry carried assault rifles as their primary. Their squad leader's secondary is a pistol-grip shotgun, while the other two had handguns. Before they got up from sitting, King opens the van's doors letting in a bright ray of sunshine. It almost blinded them from just how long they sat inside a vehicle. Once the rest were outside, their eyes adjusted back to normal.

While they gathered with the other mercenaries at the jungle's edge, King walks up to his squad with the touch-screen tablet in one hand and a rifle in the other. He focuses on the location of the triggered motion sensor located a good chunk yards ahead of them. His hands signal his squad to meet up before they move out. Once everyone was ready, the thirty mercenaries creep into the dense jungle, stalking their prey. All mercenaries raise their armed guns, cautious about the scenery surrounding them.

"Stay frosty, gentlemen." Command calls out to their mercenaries, silently moving through the brush. They gain closer to the beacon's location, still constantly beeping within the tablet. Trekking across the jungle floor, it took time to find where the sensor's location. When they got within twenty yards of the triggered motion sensor, King orders Tiger to retrieve it.

All the mercs aim their guns and look around where they stopped walking. Barry stays tense with fear creeping in on how his mind is curious about what they're trying to kill out here. He sweeps his gun left to right skittishly and gulping down the last bit of saliva left in his mouth. After making another step, the young merc stumbles into a part of the jungle floor that had plants crushed surrounding him. Before he knows it, Barry stood in the middle of an enormous footprint, similar to the ones King has kept a record on.

King followed close by where Barry stands and sees that exact footprint from before. "What's the update? Did you find the sensor?" King talks into his com, strapped against his chest's left side.

"We found the beacon. Something for sure set it off here. It's reading a big heat signature re-recorded about fifteen minutes ago." Tiger speaks on the other end of the com.

"Copy."

"He must be hiding, huh? Afraid of little action?" The squad leader thinks to himself before talking back on the main com channel to other squads. "Squad leader King here, I suggest we burn this motherfucker out and finish the job once and for all."

"Copy King, we all agree on that proposal. Flamethrower units, clean this place out."

In seconds, the mercenaries armed with flamethrowers begin to burn the natural green jungle. Fire spreads throughout this part of the wildlands burning anything, it touches. The heat starts to rise, making the mercs sweat even more than before. They kept setting the jungle ablaze to make this wild beast come out from hiding. It takes a long time for the canisters to run out of fuel, so the mercs press onward to pressure whatever they were hunting.

Woolly stays steady, having the grenade launcher point in any direction he faces. All this flamethrower work is making him hungry for a quick lunch. He grabs a wrapped sandwich out from one of his tactical vest pockets. His mouth takes a bite out of the unwrapped sandwich in one hand while the other holds the grenade launcher by the trigger, still pointing the barrel outward.

A twig hits him in the head, causing Woolly to look up whatever caused that piece of tree to break. At that moment, his eyes catch a large brown-eyed gaze looking back at him from the shady treetops. Woolly is led to a shocking point in his life, causing him to drop the sandwich onto the jungle floor. Dread falls over him at the sight of staring back at a giant monster gorilla that crouches on a big branch, supporting his weight. Woolly swallows the sandwich piece down his throat, still staring back at the behemoth in fear.

The fat mercenary did not scream at this moment because of being paralyzed by fearfulness. Before Woolly makes any sudden movement, the massive ape drops down from the tree branch and lands on top of Woolly stands squashing him instantly beneath his right foot, reducing him to a bloody puddle. The jungle floor shakes abruptly, making the mercs feel the planet's surface tremble underneath their feet. A group of mercenaries looks up to see the kaiju adolescent ape standing before them. They cannot believe the giant creature that stands upright, similar to a human.

This tall gorilla faces the mercenaries, glaring his angry eyes upon those responsible for burning his home to the ground. The jungle remains on fire behind him, slowly spreading to surround the humans and one monkey. All the mercenaries are alerted and gather around the kaiju, threatening him on his home turf. It makes the rage rile up even more inside the kaiju monkey, not happy about the unwanted visitors destroying his beloved home. He looks all around him, watching all twenty-nine men close in on him. They raise their rifles high at his head, making the kaiju even more threatened than before. He steadily breathes, hearing the chattering mercenaries. Some were trembling in their boots, freaking out about a tall monster gorilla they had never seen in their life, and others had an itchy trigger finger, ready to pull.

"Fire at will!" King shouts out to all the mercenaries to snap out of their dazed minds.

The guns pepper the kaiju gorilla named Kong, making him moves his arms up to cover his head from all the suppressive fire. He grunts about the irritating bullets inflicting on his skin. Before the flamethrower mercenaries prepped their weapons once more, ready for action, Kong lets out a loud thundering angry roar of him provoked, beating his chest instinctively.

 

[King Kong]

Streams of fire burst out, covering the lush green ground that has grass and tropical plants. The man-caused wildfire surrounds Kong while mercenaries shoot their guns at the giant ape. Immense heat presses against his skin and fur, making him sweat quickly. Fire spreads closer, giving him less room to stand. A colossal tree next to Kong had many branches and vines that receive the few flames from the man-caused wildfire.

He makes a little jump to avoid the burning ring of fire, grabbing a stronghold against the tree bark with both hands. The kaiju gorilla climbs up fast, trying to dodge the constant gunfire that remains directly aimed at him. Bullets pierce the bark trailing behind the monkey while he climbs fast, one hand at a time. He kicks off the tree, making it slightly shake by his sheer weight. His body moves through the air over flamming vegetation, falling toward an area not covered by fire yet.

Kong sticks the landing, crushing another mercenary beneath his foot. The weight of this kaiju gorilla hitting the jungle floor causes it to shake a little, making others back to give some breathing room while they continuously pressed their attacks. The lone ape lets out another angry roar, charging toward a split group of armed men. He crashes into the six men squad similarly to a bowling ball knocking down pins. His hands slap down in the ground, killing one mercenary instantly.

The five men retreat to blend back into the small unit of mercs, but one gets grabbed by the giant's hand. A flamethrower merc wasn't quick enough to escape the monkey's reach that resulted in him getting trapped in Kong's grasp. Still, gunfire peppered the raging gorilla, making him attack in return. He throws the highly flammable mercenary back at the others. The man screams, thrown and having his life flash before his eyes.

"Scatter!" Buzzsaw screams out over the gunfire to alert his brothers.

Some did the exact thing that Buzzsaw yelled about, but a few unfortunate men were too focused on killing the glaring giant monkey. Upon impact, the flamethrower merc immediately bursts into fiery flames and dies burning alive. That man's deathly scream pierces Barry's mind in horror but is snapped back to reality when his comrade, Derreck, shoves him aside for safety. Buzzsaw steps away from the area's patch, swallowed in a fiery display. The few mercenaries caught in the fire scream bloody, rolling, and swatting to put out their burning selves, but the napalm sticks to them like sap.

This scene that Barry witnesses became etched into his mind that will make him lose sleep tonight. Tiger standing next to him remains unloading many rounds into the young kaiju. Kong once again moves his arms up for protection and remains focused on Derreck. Raging giant eyes stare back at him, Kong wanting to rip the human into pieces. In this distracting moment, King orders the remaining flamethrower unit to flank the apish monster.

They follow his orders and get into position beside King, reloading another magazine into his assault rifle. He aims at Kong and fires his gun, giving the mark for them to strike. They release a series of fiery napalm streams onto the beastly gorilla, causing him to scream in pain. Burns happen from the fire burning his furry back. One big arm swats at the flames he feels on his back and turns around to see those that dare to destroy his existence.

They stood close to where Kong stands, giving him the advantage to wipe his monstrous arm across the ground to knock them off their feet. King gets caught in the swipe, making him crash against a tree. The fire dwindles on his back from his actions earlier, making him focus more on the tiny humans that struggle to get back on their feet. He grabs one Flammable merc and tosses him blindly at the other scattered mercs, causing his enemy to stop firing their guns and disperse from the incoming combustible. The other stands up and immediately releases another burning stream of fire.

Kong shields his face again, with his big furred arms now becoming ablaze, making him roar in pain. He wipes his arms across the ground in raging motion to squash the harassing vermin and put out another fire. The last flamethrower merc goes flying and crashes against a medium-sized jungle tree, setting that tree on fire upon combusting. Meanwhile, King regroups with the others as they slowly back into the darkening parts of this jungle, reloading their guns before they made another attempt to kill their trophy.

Kong looks around him, seeing those that threaten his home disappear into the deep jungle. He growls in frustration that the hunters went into hiding. Now the tables have turned, making him have to hunt for those pesky humans. Sniffing the air, Kong catches their distinct odors and runs on two feet, following the smelly trail of scent. The remaining mercenaries position themselves to remain hidden and await further orders.

"I didn't sign up for this shit to fight a giant monkey! How about we cut our losses and nuke this fuckin jungle to ashes." Jester whispers in hiding with Tiger and Barry. Fear has taken over Jester, jittering and trembling the assault rifle in his hands, covered in sweat.

"We are not pulling out unless King tells us to do so, and if I catch you running off again, Jester, you'll wish for a bullet to kill you." Derreck softly threatens Jester, yanking him down to force the scared redhead in a crouching position before he risks running off.

Barry tries his best not to let fear overtake him and not turn into what Jester has become.

They could not get a five-minute break to breathe since Kong comes stomping into the area, looking around anxiously to find the mercs. Tiger, Barry, and Jester remain hidden in a big brush that covers all three of them. Above the trio, Kong stands high and sniffs the area to unveil his enemies. Jester nearly pisses his pants by looking upward and seeing an enormous ape walking over their brush without stepping on it. He takes one glance around the small and big trees that surround him.

His skin already has taken good damage and has been driven by many bullet holes. This state makes him snarl because his durable natural furry coat might not have much time left to protect his body. Retreating into his home was not an option. They rudely came and dared to cause trouble in the land that he will defend onto his life. He will not let these intruders get away quickly.

Before Kong thinks to go searching in a different area, a red flare shoots out by King to signal their final push to make this titan fall. It fires upward past the surrounding trees covering the jungle floor, reaching high past the jungle toward the blue sky. Everyone comes out of hiding and gives the gorilla all they got left. In response, the last kaiju gorilla beats his chest furiously to show he's not stepping back, and now is the time to end this.

He smashes the ground in a raging fit with both of his strong hands, making the terrain tremble. His fists fly, crashing into wherever he sees the gun muzzles flashing. They try to stand their ground, but the number of mercs is starting to dwindle with each punch Kong makes into the jungle floor, killing those that dare to face death in the eyes.

"Squad! Command set retreat orders in, time to pack up and get back to our rides!" King calls out nearby over the continuous gunfire while firing his last few magazines at the big titan monkey. The remaining mercs received those orders and began to run back where they came. Ammo was starting to run light on them, and it was good timing to call it quits in this heated battle. Wildfire has spread significantly in this area, nearly engulfing the retreating mercs. King, Buzzsaw, Jester, Tiger, and Barry all come together, reuniting when sprinting and dodging the burning patches of fire.

They are almost making it back to where the convoy was left before a great sizeable blazing branch gives out from a giant fiery flaming tree. It falls and lands on the ground harshly, separating a squadmate from the rest. The other four looks back helplessly, realizing Buzzsaw becomes entrapped in the wildfire engulfed jungle. There was no way around this big branch, and climbing isn't going to work because it's entirely on fire. The four stand there, frantically thinking how to get Buzzsaw out.

"Go! I'll be fine in this burning paradise!" Buzzsaw cries out to his squad, knowing this is his fate.

"No one gets left behind! We're not leaving until your riding back with us!" Tiger cries back, looking all over the gigantic burning branch to see a way out for Buzzsaw.

"Get the hell out of here! Go live and fight another day! I've already fulfilled my destiny." Buzzsaw encourages them to leave himself behind.

"There's nothing we can do, Tiger! Command gave us urgent orders to retreat now!" King calls out to Tiger, giving him a specific order.

"Command can shove it up their asses! I never leave family behind!" Tiger strikes back at King, not giving a damn about following orders.

Their useless talking comes to an end, now seeing Kong will soon catch up to them in a full-on sprint. The kaiju gorilla jumps over patches of wildfire and dodges falling ablaze branches from the fiery trees. Buzzsaw looks back at Kong with bravery and knowing this is his last stand. How big the wildfire has grown stops Kong in his tracks to look upon the mercenaries escaping. His blood boils that he let them get away, but one last mercenary stands before the dominant beast.

Kong stares back at Buzzsaw, full of anger and vengeance for what they did to his peaceful home. Buzzsaw drops his SMG and pulls out his magnum opus buzzsaw that cuts through the flesh of anything that dares to kill him. He holds the buzzsaw in both hands, revving the saw that spun a series of deadly razors. This human who dares show superiority in his own home sets off the young titan's instincts to defend his title. Buzzsaw readies his weapon, and the giant gorilla beats his chest strongly, roaring to show off that he's the strongest here.

The last merc charges toward the gorilla, but his attack is stopped by one big fist smashing into the jungle floor where Buzzsaw stood, reducing him to a mangled corpse and a broken weapon. Kong victoriously roars, finishing the battle between him and humankind. The result of this battle burns his lovely home to ashes. It did leave him in defeat, watching the depressing display of his wilderness haven destruction.

 

[King Kong]

Big ape-like feet smash into the jungle floor, creating footprints wherever the kaiju gorilla stepped. The forest remains burning, quickly demolishing and following in pursuit upon Kong's trail. No looking back now or grieving over the jungle he lived throughout aging to his adolescent self after seeing his parents killed by skullcrawlers when he was an infant. This land gave him years of peace and remained on top of the food chain among any creatures living here in this valley. Instincts kicked in for escaping to secure another day of survival in the unforgiving Kraw's wilderness.

At the pace he kept, the wildfire remained a safe distance away from him. The giant ape crashes through the brush, moving his arms to push branches aside for clearance. Wild deer panicked, running away before Kong stomps into their feeding ground by hearing his actions. The forest fire races to catch Kong, becoming quicker by how much dry forestry it can consume. He charges forth fast on all four to outrun the wildfire that's gaining speed.

His mass crushes any obstacle that stands in Kong's way, being dwarfed by his size. Smoke fills the air for anyone in the vicinity to smell, making it hard for any creature here to breathe clearly. The kaiju gorilla's nose sniffs the air, already sensing the bad news that this destruction may well catch up to him now. It stops him in his tracks, making Kong's legs and arms put on the breaks immediately. A sea of wildfire burns violently in front of him, spelling doom for his own life.

Luckily, the fire has spread and completely blazed the giant jungle trees yet. Climbing is the only way to cross this sea of destruction. Precisely, that is what Kong begins to do instinctively in his blood. The remaining Kaiju ape ascends high up in a tree, grabbing onto a branch and hoisting his whole body. It holds his immense weight well while he stands on his two feet for a brief moment, then making a jump to another branch.

He looks down for a second to see himself crossing the fiery jungle floor that's starting to catch the tree trunks on fire. No time for wasting, Kong must traverse through this complex and life-ending environment. His body kicks off one tree to another, falling for a moment but grabs a good hold of a giant branch. The strength in Kong's arms kicks in to swing himself to the next tree, wrapping his massive arms around the tree. Fire steadily climbs the trees, already engulfing a few that Kong once climbed onto a minute ago.

Sun brightly shines through the hazy smoke on the other side, showing that Kong is about to make it through the vicious wildfire. Kong's chest breathes steadily, but his lungs choke up by how much harmful smoke he's breathing into his own body. Inhaling the ash-filled smoke makes him cough a few times, hindering his lungs from consuming oxygen. It makes his vision appear dizzy by each tree he climbs onto for his safety. He gets closer to the edge of the burning jungle, securing his instincts not to give up living.

Reaching close to the end of this blazing forest destruction, Kong jumps onto the last tree, not hesitating to discover what's on the other out from this cloud of smoke. With a final leap, the furry kaiju gorilla crashes out of the tree line expecting to land on a burning-free ground but instead feels the heavy gravity pulling him down. His eyes look down, realizing he overjumped a cliff's edge, making him fall away from the raging wildfire. Fear overgrows upon him, causing his stomach to drop heavily, with his whole body freefalling high up. Hope is still left for him to live; a lagoon full of freshwater is below where he plummets.

Relief washes over him when Kong hits the body of water upon impact, completely unharmed thanks to his natural Kaiju body build. His whole frame becomes submerge underwater, barely touching the bottom of the lagoon. He swims up immediately, keeping his mouth shut full of oxygen to help not drowning. Emerging the freshwater surface, Kong gasps for air and floats calmly in the calm lagoon. A giant waterfall feeds into the beautiful glistening blue lagoon continuously from a river source.

The cool water baths his burned skin, giving Kong a soothing feel to relax after finally defending his life. He calmly swims across the refreshing lagoon toward the big waterfall where the ape can shower his dirty wounds. Getting close to the waterfall, Kong finds land underneath the water to stand his feet upon with his body no longer floating. His legs straightened up while still submerged, making him rise out of the water with his fur dripping wet. One slow step to another, young Kong stands underneath the gorgeous waterfall.

It was shower time, cleaning off the dirty grime, ash, bloodstains, and second-degree burns that his body hair contains. The giant monkey's paws rub against his skin to scrub the dirtiness off him. He stays careful around the second-degree burns he received that still cause pain and takes time to heal. While washing off, he dips his hands in the lagoon's water, cupping it in one hand. His hand raises the cupped water to his mouth to drink from it.

The natural H20 is refreshing to drink after significantly sweating when escaping the wildfire due to the immense heat. Kong takes a couple more drinks from his own hands to stay hydrated on this tropical planet. While minding his own business, something tugs at his gorilla brain strangely. A conscious calls out to him that isn't his own. It's almost like a stranger has entered his mind that Kong has never met before but gives him off a feeling that this conscious has known him and his name since the day he was born.

In a quick physical reaction, the lonely titan surveys his surrounding in the sense that someone is spying on him, but no soul is in sight. With neither threat around, he lets his guard down again and focuses on this strange calling that fully grabs Kong's attention. An excellent understanding comes into view that an arbiter on Kraw and many other arbiters stand prominent than him or the other kaiju titans. This arbiter heeds a warning to Kong, and many others present on this planet that an immense threat looms in the distance. Something became hungry, desperately attempting to take his beloved home and unmake his life.

Kong does not welcome these unwanted visitors that yearns to destroy the jungle and the entirety of Kraw. Both relaxed hands turn into rageful fists, and that rage travels to the gorilla titan's face, eyes filling with anger again. The last existing kaiju gorilla swims out to a shore, quitting bath time because he feels refreshed now. He walks onto the sandy edge, exiting the lagoon all soaking and wet. There is no time to dry off; the brave titan rushes into the jungle on all four, still feeling angry about this unmaking force.

One thought remains on his intellect; Kong must stop this unmade arbiter at all cost. The mighty kaiju ape jumps onto a big rock in the middle of the jungle, standing atop fearlessly, exposing dominance. A thundering courageous roar booms throughout the jungle coming from Kong, beating his chest repeatedly in a powerful display.

Starting and ending quest
Quest: An Arbiter's Plea
Word Count: 1242/1000