Chapter 14: The Greater Good Falls
"Why?" Aurora muttered, dazed in the half-collapsed command bridge. "Why did the ship fall?"
She didn't know. Not yet.
In orbit, Godzilla had been preparing another breath attack—intending to finish the final Tau cruiser by smashing it down with a charged atomic blast and his own titanic body. But he never got the chance.
The ship fell before he could strike.
[Lizardmen infiltrated the engine room and sabotaged the core.]
"Oh?" Godzilla blinked, surprised. "So the little guys are useful. Guess it wasn't such a waste creating them just to pick up girls after all."
The cruiser had crashed near the coast. A plume of steam rose where the broken vessel met the sea. That water—cold, deep, and salt-heavy—had spared the survivors from instant death. But the fall left the ship a mangled hulk of plasteel and broken systems.
Aurora pushed herself upright, her once-pristine armor scorched and dented. The captain's chamber around her was gutted—cables torn loose, sparks crackling from ruined consoles. Crew members lay unconscious or dead. Those who remained gave her reports through labored breaths.
"Commander Aurora," one Fire Caste officer said weakly, "the propulsion array is beyond repair. The main reactor has collapsed. We won't be able to take off again."
"I know," Aurora answered quietly.
She looked out a shattered viewport. From here, she could see him—Godzilla, that titanic nightmare, striding toward the wreck.
"We misjudged this world," she admitted. "These Lizardmen… they've abandoned the Greater Good long ago. We shouldn't have landed here."
Another crewman chimed in. "We've already sent out a distress signal. The Empire will respond. They'll send reinforcements."
Aurora gave a tired nod. "Let them come. Maybe this time we'll be ready."
She turned her gaze back to the horizon. The Lizardmen had emerged from the jungle, cutting down the last pockets of stranded Fire Warriors. They marched in formation—primitive, yet unrelenting.
Aurora spoke again, voice harder now. "We may be stranded, but we uploaded the planet's coordinates. The Ethereal High Council will not forget this affront. They'll come… for the Greater Good."
Around her, the surviving Tau stood straighter. Even now, injured and outmatched, their discipline held.
"For the Greater Good," they echoed.
It was not a slogan. Not a chant. It was conviction.
But conviction doesn't stop monsters.
The Tau had made one critical mistake: they thought this world needed saving. They'd looked upon the Lizardmen and assumed they were backward, savage, in need of enlightenment.
They were wrong.
The Lizardmen were not desperate humans, clinging to survival in a crumbling Imperium. They were strong. Ancient. Proud. And they didn't need the Tau's guidance—they needed the Tau to leave.
The Empire's belief in universal unity had turned to arrogance.
Their policy of gentle intervention had twisted into conquest.
And now they were being punished for it.
If not for the strength of the Lizardmen… if not for Godzilla… the Tau would have stood atop a mountain of corpses and called it peace.
But instead, it was Godzilla who stood atop their corpses.
The last cruiser was gone—destroyed by a final atomic blast that left half the coastline glowing faintly blue. The battle, for now, was over.
On Godzilla's chest, the embedded railgun slug—fired from orbit—was being pushed out by muscle and regenerative force. It dropped to the sand with a heavy clang. Too small. Too weak. If this had been a true Imperial battleship shell, it might have been as large as Godzilla himself.
'Titanium Lord, why did you die?' Godzilla mocked internally. 'I didn't even see your Titan units.'
[It was just a merchant fleet. No Titans aboard. And even if there were, Titans can't fight capital ships.]
'The best way to fight battleships is through loyalty-fueled close combat!' he declared proudly. 'Loyalty is amazing!'
Godzilla scanned the coast.
The Lizardmen were gathering—kneeling, silent. Dozens, then hundreds, arrayed before him. Even the largest among them barely reached his knee.
And every one of them bowed.
"Praise be to Godzilla, the Supreme One!"
"All glory to the Grand Design!"
Godzilla said nothing. Their reverence didn't flatter him. He wasn't here to be worshipped. He was here for truth. The Imperial Truth. The lies of the Warp, of Chaos, of the Greater Good—they all needed to be burned away.
The Lizardmen watched in awe as Godzilla's gaze swept across them.
He wasn't looking for praise.
He was looking for her.
'Where's my sister? If my lore's right, she should've been born by now.'
[She's at the nearby temple.]
Godzilla turned, began walking toward the stone structure nestled in the jungle. He said nothing. Did nothing. But the Lizardmen watched him go in stunned silence. His indifference only deepened their awe.
He was a god. Unmoved. Unassailable.
All for the Grand Design.
'Next up's the main Tau fleet, right?'
[Yes. Expect a composite battle group: several Custodian-class command ships, a dozen Protector-class cruisers, plus auxiliary gunships.]
'They fast?'
[Earlier Tau fleets used the ZFR Horizon Acceleration Drive—sublight, took years to cross between systems. The Third Sphere Expansion introduced true FTL engines: hyperdrives capable of 300 light-year hops over months.]
'Still slow.'
[Indeed. In the Fourth Expansion, they used AL-38 Undercurrent Drives—antimatter-bubble slipstream tech. But the Warp crushed them. Hundreds of ships lost. A mysterious Warp entity resembling a "Greater Good" avatar eventually returned them—only to have the tech repurposed as the "Stellar Tide Nexus."]
'More retcons. Typical. Anyway, before I got isekai'd, Guilliman was back. Heard Lion El'Jonson's on his way too. No secrets left in the Second Imperium. Speaking of which… do I have a Warp projection yet?'
[Yes. Large. Near-demigod tier. Singularity Godzilla left it for you—a failsafe. Protects you from being captured by the Emperor or turned into a Chaos toy. You're safe… for now.]
'So I'm not ending up blocking the Webway gate?'
Blocking the gate of the Webway—the Emperor's eternal vigil—meant holding back infinite daemons. If Godzilla did it, the Emperor could finally rise from the Golden Throne. A tempting idea.
The Throne had consumed the Emperor's essence for ten thousand years. No one else could endure that long. Not Malcador. Not even the Primarchs.
Only the Emperor.
But if Godzilla could take his place—could survive it—then perhaps the galaxy could change.
'Nah,' Godzilla thought. 'Not my job. The Four Gods can stay right where they are. Even if Slaanesh is tempting... I'm not ready to go full heretic yet.'
He reached the temple.
Isis awaited him there, kneeling at the base of the stairs.
She bowed low.
"My god… Godzilla. I, Isis, offer myself as your eternal servant."
'Nice curves,' Godzilla mused. 'Scales, tail… kinda Slaanesh-y, but in a good way.'
He lowered his massive head, bringing it inches from her. His breath was hot, thunderous. She shivered—but smiled.
And then, with a single motion, Godzilla threw back his head and roared.
The sound echoed across the continent.
Lizardmen in temples everywhere howled in reply.
Rainforest beasts reared and bellowed.
Sea monsters stirred in the depths, calling out with bone-rattling frequency.
Across the world, they felt it.
Their god was awake.
And war would follow.
[The Grand Design begins.]
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