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Biollante
September 2039 – Former French Republic, Normandy Coast
Daichi-Tani, Corporal, Imperial Japanese Army (at the time)
The person who I must first express my gratitude to regarding the series of investigations I have conducted is Daichi-Tani. He was the benefactor who guided me to escape during the fall of Japan in 2045, and throughout the investigation period afterwards, he was always by my side as my escort. He is usually calm, but when the time comes, he becomes a remarkably reliable soldier. Before taking on the escort duty for me, he was a seasoned veteran who had survived fierce battles in mainland China, the Korean Peninsula, and Europe.
Yes, dear investigator. If I am able to answer, please ask me anything. Ah, you say there’s no need for such formal language.
Well then, I find this rather difficult, but…
No, if it is your order, investigator. Yes.
Truthfully, the company commander would have been better suited for this.
No matter, I shall respond to the best of my ability.
For a soldier like myself, there is nothing more invigorating than the word “offensive”.
After all, while defense has no end, if one can take the offensive, they can crush the enemy, seize victory with their own hands, and even bring the war to an end then and there.
Among them, Operation Eternal Light was what could be called the first large-scale offensive in the long battle against the kaiju. Yes, it was a genuine offensive for the sake of victory, completely different from the limited probing attacks Japan had conducted on the peninsula and the continent.
Since the appearance of Kamacuras in 1999, humanity had been continuously losing land to the kaiju. Now we sought to reclaim it. And with the two alien allies, Exif and Bilusaludo, by our side, a massive deployment was decided from our Imperial Eastern Autonomous Region, which had become part of the Earth Union. There was not a single soldier who did not volunteer at that time. We were no longer the selves who had been repeatedly defeated by the kaiju. As members of the Earth Union, we would take the Earth back into our own hands. Such spirited determination permeated us.
Even a little before the arrival of Exif and Bilusaludo, my company, as part of the Fuji Training Corps, was involved in the development of prototype weapons at the foot of Mount Fuji. Elite? What are you talking about. We were simply an old, seasoned unit forced to help with the peculiar toy-making. Yes, the Fortress City of Fuji would later be built by Bilusaludo, but even then, the country’s military factories had already been centralized, making it one of the world’s leading arsenals. What I was ordered to test was the mobility armor suit for infantry. Yes, the so-called powered suit. But the initial versions were abysmal, unsuitable not only for actual combat but even for propaganda to the media. However, with the introduction of Bilusaludo’s technology, it was reborn as something completely different – the Type 38 Jaguar Mobile Combat Armor, Japanese specification.
It was a magnificent thing.
It greatly enhanced the mobility, firepower, and information processing capabilities of the infantry. Moreover, the space titanium armor could even withstand the direct impact of a caliber 50 round. It combined the flexibility of infantry with the attack power and defensive capability of tanks. They had truly realized this dream. Anyone who had ever set foot on the battlefield as an infantryman would try to obtain it, even if it meant selling their soul to the devil (note 1).
Among the many volunteers, the fact that my platoon was assigned to the European Expeditionary Force was likely because we were the most familiar with the handling of this new equipment. And so, as a sergeant in his 40s, I, who would normally have long since retired, found myself as the vanguard of the United Nations European Expeditionary Force, codenamed G-Force, crossing the English Channel to Normandy alongside the European forces, with the objective of reclaiming Europe and destroying Godzilla. At that point, the young soldiers had already dwindled considerably.
I do not know the reason why Normandy was chosen as the landing point. I heard it was decided based on reconnaissance by satellite, Exif Gematria calculations, and the residual radiation left by Godzilla, but it was probably some kind of superstitious omen tied to the victory of World War II. However, we should have remembered the example of Godzilla in the Pacific.
In other words, if there appears to be an area where no Kaiju exist, that is likely the domain of a terrifying Kaiju.
Our mobile infantry unit landed as the advance force. After confirming the area’s safety, the main force began landing and establishing a beachhead. Everyone had let their guard down, thinking there was no danger, when it happened.
The first to be sunk was a cruiser belonging to the Far East Fleet, the Akō, offshore. Suddenly, something like tentacles appeared from the sea and dragged it down in an instant. I did not see it happen, for I was attacked almost simultaneously. Greenish, carnivorous plant-like vines emerged from the ground, dozens or even hundreds of them, and began assaulting us on the beach. The shoreline descended into a chaotic battle. Our state-of-the-art coil guns were utterly useless. The whip-like vines were difficult to target, and there was a risk of friendly fire. “Guns are no good, cut them down with hatchets!” the platoon leader ordered. Using the emergency hand axes strapped to our waists, we ran along the beach, slashing the vines like medieval knights or Japanese samurai, protecting the unarmed supply and engineer units. Meanwhile, the slow-turning tanks and infantry fighting vehicles were being destroyed, their wheels entangled by the vines. Offshore, several landing craft were also capsized.
“Sergeant, this is starting to get interesting,”
the platoon leader said. With our long history together, I knew that when he said that, nothing good was about to happen. Sure enough, a violent tremor struck just then, and suddenly, there was a massive explosion on the hill. Soil and rock were scattered, and from the ground emerged something unimaginably huge. I thought it might be Godzilla, but as the view cleared, there stood… what could one call it, if not a giant rose tower? Eighty meters tall.
“A rose Kaiju…?”
The platoon leader was stunned, as were we all. We had encountered many Kaiju in campaigns on the continent and peninsula, but never such an adversary.
“Platoon leader, this is an unknown Kaiju. We should withdraw and regroup.”
“Do you really think the higher-ups will let us retreat after coming this far?”
True to his words, the higher-ups decided to continue the operation.
“Damn, if only we hadn’t come to Normandy!”
the platoon leader spat. Instead of capitalizing on past victories, we found ourselves embroiled in a desperate struggle, like the one at Omaha Beach.
When the European military’s electromagnetic rail gun turret walkers and the Far Eastern military’s ultrasonic laser tanks fired their railguns and masers, the rose Kaiju—later named Biollante, but we simply called it a huge plant or freak flower at the time—swung its vine-like tendrils that roared like a dragon, mowing them down. The vines even spewed a dissolving liquid that could melt space-titanium, tragically sacrificing the poor soldiers along with their tanks. Moreover, Biollante could spit out that dissolving liquid with the sharpness of a laser cutter, shooting down F-7J fighter-bombers attempting aerial strikes as well as cruise missiles launched from naval ships.
Headquarters was forced to deploy their super-sized Maser cannon, the prized anti-Godzilla weapon, and had the mobile aerial fortress of the Far Eastern Army engage Biollante as a diversion to buy time for the emplacement of the cannon on the coast. Our unit desperately protected the engineers trying to set up the Marklight Flare. It was madness to try to deploy such a huge weapon in front of the Kaiju.
But we fought on desperately. “We’ve come this far, there’s no running away!” “This is our land!” “Today, we’ll end the history of defeat!” Encouraging each other, we charged at the attacking vines with a do-or-die resolve. We barely managed to defend the Marklight Flare, and the colossal Maser cannon on the offshore nuclear-powered carrier Matthias Jackson poured in massive amounts of power. The blue beam struck Biollante directly, and we cheered as the Kaiju was engulfed in flames. Our company commander scolded us for getting carried away.
But even as it burned, Biollante lived. The scorched petals regenerated, and the creature transformed from a plant into a giant carnivorous form with a massive reptilian jaw – an evolution, not just a change. As far as I know, Godzilla is the only other Kaiju with such regenerative abilities.
“All units, retreat!”
The company commander ordered.
Biollante’s tentacles poured in, and the Marklight Flare collapsed. If the order had come any later, we would have been crushed underneath.
“Looks like we’ll have to put in some more work.”
The company commander’s dreadful prediction was spot on.
Our unit was given a special attack mission.
Data observed during the battle revealed a massive cavity at the “root” of Biollante. Gematria calculations indicated that to defeat the plant Kaiju with Godzilla-like regenerative abilities, we would need to attack its root directly. That was the mission given to our unit – to attack Biollante’s root.
Still in the prototype stage, we boarded two Moguera subterranean battle tanks and made our way to Biollante’s base. Perhaps it was luminous moss or something, but in the center of the faintly green-glowing underground cavity, there was something pulsating with a red flashing light—nothing other than what could be called a plant-based heart. We were essentially intruders within Biollante’s body, and naturally, its tendrils rushed in to eliminate us. We had no time to leisurely set up explosives. Using the Moguera vehicles as shields, we were forced into a defensive battle, and when one finally sustained critical damage, the squad leader made the call.
“All units, charge and attack! I’ll ram it with this one!”
Yes, he would pull off such a reckless stunt.
“Shots are best taken by injection, Ms. Kaiju!!”
Shouting this, the company commander rammed the Moguera laden with explosives into Biollante’s heart. Miraculously, he survived, escaping at the last moment. We could only run for our lives then. Thank goodness for the Jaguar J – without it, we would have been blown up with Biollante’s heart in the underground.
Escaping through the tunnel Moguera had dug, we were blasted out to the coast by the explosion of the planted charges.
And there we saw Biollante, engulfed in flames, slowly crumbling.
Our unit was then mobbed by the soldiers rushing to hail us as the heroes who defeated Biollante. Being a hero was not our style, but it felt pretty good. Yes, we had won.
Biollante was a formidable and completely unknown Kaiju, rivaling Godzilla.
We were able to win against it, despite the fact that we had no information about it, and despite the fact that we were attacked just after landing, which was an extremely unfavorable situation.
Maybe we really could win.
Maybe we could retake Europe.
I thought so.
Note 1: The technology developed in this operation was passed on to the construction robots aboard the Oratio and Aratram, among others.
Note 2: There is a theory that Biollante, with its plant-like body structure and regenerative abilities, may be a close relative of Godzilla.
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