Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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Somewhere on Skull Island – Outpost 33

"What the hell happened?"

Alan Brooks, commander of Outpost 33, rushed up to the highest watchtower, tension hardening his voice.

His eyes scanned the distant treetops as the aurora rose over the island's horizon.

Alan wasn't just any officer.

He was the son of Houston Brooks and Lin Shan, both former high-ranking members of the Monarch.

Their legacy ran deep, and so did the pain of their recent loss.

One of the monitoring officers turned from the telescope, voice shaky.

"It's... it's Miraluz—the Dinosaur King from Isla Nublar! He just showed up on Skull Island. He's already decimated a chunk of the local ecosystem and—"

The man hesitated, then delivered the blow.

"—He fought King Kong... and won."

Alan's jaw tightened.

"What?"

"King Kong was forced back. Miraluz defeated him. If we don't act, all of Skull Island might become his territory."

For two months, Monarch had been hunting Miraluz across the Pacific.

A hybrid apex predator born from the genetic splicing of dinosaur DNA.

He was smarter. More dangerous.

They had failed to track him—until now. And now he was right here, on Skull Island.

Alan clenched the railing until his knuckles turned white.

Rage boiled in his chest. Just a week ago, he'd received a mission report—his parents had been killed.

Killed during a mission to contain Miraluz and the mutated dinosaurs that served him.

Now, the creature that murdered his family was stomping across his outpost's backyard.

"Perfect," Alan muttered.

"We kill him here."

The other officers flinched.

"Sir?" one of them asked in disbelief.

"Kill Miraluz?" another repeated.

"With what? We've only got a handful of V-22 Ospreys. Even with the aircraft cannons, we couldn't even scratch him."

"He's been hit by supersonic missiles and survived," a younger engineer added nervously.

"Short of a nuke—"

"Don't forget," Alan interrupted, eyes fierce, "this outpost has three magnesium ray turrets. Brand-new. Designed by Monarch specifically to counter Titan-class threats."

The room went quiet.

"The microwave magnesium ray cannon," he continued, "is powered by a compact atomic reactor. It channels extreme heat through a magnesium-thermal reaction, generating focused beams of energy strong enough to punch through armored scales."

"Like Godzilla's atomic breath," someone muttered.

Alan nodded. "Exactly. These aren't just weapons. They're executioners."

Skepticism lingered.

"They worked on the skull crawlers," one officer said, "but Miraluz is a different class. We don't even know if his hide can be pierced."

"We'll find out." Alan's voice cut through the doubt.

"But we won't get a second chance. We have to lure him into the kill zone."

Everyone turned toward the jungle beyond the outpost.

The magnesium turrets were fixed emplacements, dug into reinforced gun platforms.

They had a limited firing arc, and their power cores took time to charge between shots. Everything had to be timed perfectly.

"I'll lead the decoy team," Alan declared.

"We'll get his attention, draw him here, and when he crosses into range, blast him with everything we've got."

"Sir, that's suicide," someone said quietly.

Alan didn't flinch.

"He killed my parents. If I die taking him with me, that's a trade I'll make."

Silence. Then, slow nods of reluctant agreement.

An hour later, five V-22 Ospreys lifted from the Skull Island Outpost, rotor blades chopping through the air.

The leading aircraft bore the distinct markings of command.

Inside, Alan sat at the controls, eyes locked ahead, heart cold with purpose.

The V-22 Osprey was a hybrid marvel—part tiltrotor helicopter, part fixed-wing aircraft.

It could hover like a chopper, then shift its engines forward for high-speed flight.

But even at its max speed of 509 km/h, it was still no match for Miraluz.

And Alan knew it.

But he also knew something else: Miraluz had a temper.

If they hit him first—and hard—maybe, the beast would chase them.

All the way into the kill zone.

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Above Skull Island, the jungle slowly settled into an eerie silence.

Ash drifted like snow from the earlier skirmish, and across the island, even the fiercest beasts stood frozen, their instincts screaming the same word: danger.

Under thousands of fearful gazes, a dark shadow swept across the sky.

Massive wings stretched over 300 meters wide sliced through the clouds before folding inward as the creature descended.

He had returned.

He landed with a quiet yet crushing impact, wings folding along his back like a living fortress of scale and sinew.

Despite the grace, the sheer power radiating from him made the ground tremble.

Near the treeline, King Kong emerged—battle-worn, bruised from his his earlier encounter.

His massive frame stiffened as he looked at the towering figure standing before him.

And then... disbelief.

King Kong stared, eyes wide with confusion. The Boss had changed.

Not long ago, the dragon-like creature had barely reached Kong's chest when standing upright. 

"How? How had he grown so much, so fast?"

Kong grunted lowly, uncertain how to greet the new master.

For his entire life, Skull Island had been the extent of his world, and he had ruled it.

He had never once questioned that dominance.

Until the fight.

The realization was bitter—there were beings out there... stronger than him.

Much stronger.

Miraluz stepped forward, his talons softly digging into the earth.

He met Kong's gaze with calm, respectful eyes—no hostility, no mockery. Just quiet understanding.

"The world is much bigger than Skull Island," Miraluz said, his deep voice resonating telepathically into Kong's mind.

"Someday, I'll show it to you. Maybe even help you find your lost kin."

Kong flinched slightly at the words. His tribe—the legendary apes who once ruled these lands alongside his ancestors—were long thought extinct.

The mention of them stirred something deep within him: hope.

But Miraluz's next words made Kong visibly uncomfortable.

"But first... you'll need to learn how to swim."

Kong growled, backing away a step, visibly uneasy. Swimming.

He hated the water—loathed the vastness of the sea and the helplessness it brought.

For all his strength, water remained his greatest fear.

Miraluz noticed, then chuckled.

"Don't worry. I've got a solution."

Inside his mind, Miraluz accessed his upgraded genetic simulator.

Stored within it was a vast library of DNA harvested from countless creatures he hunted.

Now, it was time to test something new.

He brought up two specific gene markers:

[Gill Respiration] – the ability to breathe underwater

[Aquatic Adaptation] – enhanced swimming strength, pressure resistance, and underwater vision

"Perfect," Miraluz thought.

"Let's see if gene fusion works on others, not just me."

The simulator activated.

[Please select the subject for gene infusion.]

[Subject selected: King Kong]

[Gene pair loaded. Fusion initiated.]

Miraluz extended one clawed finger and tapped it gently to Kong's shoulder.

A faint glow pulsed from his hand, vanishing into Kong's thick fur.

Kong jerked, startled.

At first, he felt nothing. But within seconds, a strange sensation flooded his body—his lungs shifted, skin hardened subtly, and slits formed behind his jawline.

At first alarming, then...

He could breathe differently. Deeper.

Instinctively, he realized... he could now breathe underwater.

His muscles flexed differently, streamlined.

The fear of drowning that had haunted him for years began to vanish—genetically erased.

The ocean was no longer foreign.

"What... what?" Kong's eyes locked with Miraluz's in disbelief.

Miraluz simply shrugged, lips curled in a faint grin.

"It's a gift. My ability."

Kong stood silently, stunned. After a lifetime of fearing the ocean, he could now swim through it as easily as walking through the jungle.

It was power. And it came from this creature standing before him—an ally unlike any he'd known.

"God," Kong muttered in awe.

But Miraluz wasn't smiling for long. His head turned slowly toward the horizon.

King Kong's gaze toward Miraluz shifted unconsciously.

Where there had once been wariness, now there was something deeper—awe, as if he were staring not at a creature, but at a god.

Only in the ancient memories passed down through his bloodline—of deities who shaped the earth and sky—had he heard of beings capable of such miracles.

But now, one stood before him.

Miraluz turned, his voice calm and final.

"It's time. My plans here is complete."

He cast a last look at the vast jungle below.

Now, after so long away, it was time to return to Isla Nublar.

King Kong grunted softly, stepping forward and raising a massive hand in farewell.

Though Miraluz had beaten him in battle not long ago, the sting of defeat had faded.

In its place was respect—the kind only earned through strength.

For creatures like them, combat was not hatred.

It was brotherhood.

"Woaaahhh—!"

Miraluz spread his massive wings with a thunderous crack and launched into the sky, rising swiftly toward the clouds.

But just as the wind steadied beneath him—

BZZZZZZZ!!!

The sharp whine of high-speed propellers cut through the air.

From the northern horizon, a formation of V-22 Osprey rotorcraft thundered into view—sleek, aggressive, flying low and fast.

His eyes narrowed.

Humans.

And they weren't here by accident.