Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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Somewhere deep in the heartland of the United States, beneath a nondescript stretch of land surrounded by forests and fencing.

Lay a classified military installation, hidden under layers of bureaucracy and reinforced concrete.

This wasn't NORAD or Cheyenne Mountain.

It was darker. Colder.

Buried deeper than most satellites could even register.

Inside, a wailing klaxon tore through the air like a banshee.

"Dee-dee—DEE-DEE!"

At the center of the underground control room, monitors flashed crimson.

Officers scrambled to check authorization codes.

Fingers moved with the urgency of finality.

The walls trembled faintly with the hum of kinetic energy stored beneath the Earth.

A gray-haired commander stood at the console, sweat glistening under fluorescent lights.

"Orders confirmed. Presidential and Pentagon dual-auth key. Class A strike authorized," an officer barked.

The commander didn't hesitate.

He placed his hand on the scanner.

A green light blinked.

Then, slowly but with iron resolve, he pressed the large red button on the launch panel.

"Initiating Hammer protocol."

RUMMMMMMBLLLLE—

Far below the base, a silo cap, 100 tons of carbon-steel-reinforced alloy, began to shift.

The hydraulic locks disengaged with a metallic shriek.

The lid cracked open like the eye of a giant beast.

Within, a titan of death slowly emerged: an intercontinental ballistic missile, sleek and terrible.

"Final target acquisition locked," the computer intoned.

"Coordinates: Isla Nublar."

"Fire."

BOOOOOOM!!!

The silo shook as the missile roared into the sky.

Its trail scorched the clouds.

In less than four seconds, it had broken the stratosphere.

By the fifth, it had already left the eastern seaboard behind.

This wasn't just a nuke.

It was a hydrogen warhead with a yield in the tens of millions of tons, a direct successor to Castle Bravo, the first megaton-class H-bomb detonated by the U.S. in the Pacific.

The same weapon that had failed to kill Godzilla.

A kill radius of 15 kilometers.

An incineration zone of 700 square kilometers.

Enough to vaporize a modern city.

Enough to erase an island.

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[POV – Admiral William Stense | USS Roosevelt, Command Bridge]

Admiral Stense stood on what remained of his fractured command deck, breathing in air thick with smoke and ash.

His uniform was singed. Blood matted his left arm.

But his eyes burned with cold fire.

He had made the call.

And now, there was no turning back.

A young lieutenant staggered beside him, barely able to speak.

"Sir… we're still within the blast radius…"

"I know."

"Should we… abandon ship?"

The admiral looked out at the ocean.

What once had been a proud battle group was now a graveyard.

Flames still licked the horizon.

Black smoke curled into the heavens like funeral banners.

No hope. No retreat. Not for him.

Stense chuckled softly, like a man walking into the jaws of fate with eyes wide open.

"There's nowhere to run," he said.

"Even if we had full power, we couldn't outpace it."

He pulled a small photograph from his chest pocket.

A family portrait. His wife. His grandson.

Smiling in a park, long since forgotten.

He took one last look.

Then let it fall.

"Let it come," he said.

His voice was calm now.

"Let the world see what it costs to challenge man."

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[POV – Global Military Satellite Feed | NORAD Command – Colorado]

"Missile at Mach 23 and accelerating," the analyst said.

"ETA: 12 minutes."

A general stared at the screen. He knew what was coming.

"God bless them," he murmured.

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[POV – Miraluz]

High above the steaming waves, Miraluz hovered on wings wider than most aircraft hangars.

His body, once gleaming with unchallenged pride, was now streaked with smoke, ash, and blood, not his own.

He had fought well.

But now, something stirred.

He felt it before he saw it.

A vibration—not in the water, not in the air, but in space itself.

He turned his head northward, eyes narrowing.

Then, there.

A streak across the sky. A silver comet, riding at impossible speed.

A nuclear missile.

"Ah…"

He smiled.

In amusement.

"So… this is how you say goodbye."

He laughed. A low, rumbling sound that echoed across the island like rolling thunder.

"You lost your war," he murmured.

"And now you want to level the board?"

His voice rolled through the jungle.

Below him, raptors and mutants paused, sensing his mood.

Even Gray, his sister and most trusted general, raised her snout to the sky in silence.

"America," Miraluz growled, chuckling as he hovered higher into the clouds.

"You send your wrath from across the world… how polite."

He flared his wings.

Electricity sparked across the webbing like stormlight gathering in a thunderhead.

"Thank you for the powerup."