The Tale of Tyraxu, by Figment

[juan]

Intro
Hello everyone. I'm Juan and I write the Monster Wars. While writing the Monster Wars, Figment saw them and mentioned a monster called Tyraxu that caught my interest. I liked it and he gave me the chance to write a story based on the beast. He gave the outline and I did the text, kinda like Merian C. Cooper giving the job of writing the Kong script to Shoesdak's wife Rose. I had a lot of fun making this and I hope that you'll enjoy it as well.
It takes place in a strange world where cartoons and monsters exist side by side. Taking place in 1961 with references to the year, it is in fact a prequel of sorts to "The Battle for Disney" where Mickey Mouse leads a rebellion to ressurect Walt and destroy Eisner. ( Morgoth will love it ) Its fun and see if you can catch the cartoon references.
Hope you like.


The Tale of Tyraxu by Figment. Text by Juan
Death Valley National Monument. California/Nevada border.

August, 16, 1961. 0500 Hours. (Military time)

It was quiet there in the desert, quiet and cold with how the sandy arroyos and rough gravely ground held no movement and no heat. Not surprising with how it was still too cold for reptiles to come out and nocturnal animals were going back into their burrows to wait out the burning day until the cool of night came again. In the darkness, there was only one thing aside from the occasional coyote howl that broke the desert silence; someone driving on Route 190. In the car, the driver paused for a second as he thought he heard a low pitched whine in the distance. After it faded, he ignored it and turned his gaze back in front of him, hoping to beat the traffic he knew that was going to come later.

He looked into the distance and the stars and Moon could still be seen; they were beautiful. The man thought it was so peaceful out there in the pristine protected desert with no loud noises and no yokels to bother him. The driver was feeling goof but it wasn’t surprising; with someone like John F. Kennedy as President, you always felt on top of things. Feeling good, he turned on the radio and tuned in for some music. However, he accidentally hit a news station and what he heard quickly demolished that feeling.

“Reports are coming in on the rampaging dinosaur monster that touched down on US soil months ago and was last seen in Arizona’s Sonoran desert. Currently, the US military has had no success in containing or even finding the monster. Fortunately, however, the dinosaur monster has not yet caused any loss of human life though there has been substantial property damage. Also, esteemed Kaijuologist Dr. Yamani of Japan has agreed to come and offer his help. More news as it comes.”

The driver shook his head at that. Those damned monsters were harder to kill than toons! (Well, at least the monsters obeyed some laws of physics.) What was next, he’d one day have to pay more than a dollar for a gallon of gas!? … That was when he heard it again. It was the same low pitched whine but this time it kept getting louder and louder. Confused--and a little worried--, the man looked around and saw nothing but even so, the noise kept getting stronger and stronger. All of a sudden, it seemed to explode and in fear the man lost control of his car and drove into the sandy soil off the road. Trembling, he threw open the door and jumped off his car and saw a pair F-80 Shooting Stars racing through the night sky.

He got out and angrily shook his fist and screamed, “You damn jarheads! You drive like Roger Rabbit!”

In his plane, one pilot looked out of his cockpit and caught the briefest glimpse of the man. He spoke on the radio to his fellow pilot and asked, “Strange, I’m betting he said we drive like Roger Rabbit.”

“Screw Rodger Rabbit… and while we’re at it, screw Jessica Rabbit!” At that, the two airmen laughed at the dirty joke. In any case, the pilot making that joke checked his radar and saw nothing. Shooting through the night sky, he looked down to see the desert racing below him and he was confused. “I don’t get it… how could something that big just disappear?”

The first airman growled. “Damn monster…We‘re supposed to be finding that thing in these clunkers?!”

“Hey,” cautioned his buddy, “would you rather be in Berlin with how the Ruskies just built the Wall?”

Almost wincing at that, he said, “Alright, alright. Eagle One, to base, Eagle One to Base…” On getting a response, he said, “Monster has not been sighted and requesting permission to continue to Nellis Air Force Range, Over.”

On hearing that permission was granted, the Airman, contacted his buddy and said, “C’mon we’re not finding anything.”

“We going to Nellis?”

“We’re going to Nellis.”





Nellis Air Force Range, Nevada.

August 16, 1968. 0630 hours.

At the base, the sun was coming out and the airmen there were already going about their morning exercises. Watching them do jumping jacks or jogging or one of many other things amidst the cold dawn air through his window blinds was base commander, General Ramsey, and he was proud of them. Cutting himself away from his reverie, he looked away from them and back to his office. Falling back into the chair behind the desk, he reached towards his intercom and spoke into it. “Miss Daisy, you can let him in now.”

The General leaned back and saw the door open to reveal an extremely old Japanese man and a much younger one at his side. The old one said, “Hello, sir. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“ As I am yours.” Opposite them from his desk, Ramsey gestured for them to take a seat at which they did. Shaking the old one’s hand, he said, “How are you Mr. Yamani? I hope your flight here was comfortable.”

He nodded. “It was fine, thank you. The accommodations you offered us were excellent.”

Ramsey waved it off. “That’s nothing doctor. If you can help us fight the monster, I’ll give you my right arm. Just one thing, who’s your assistant?”

“My foster son, Shinkichi. He’s followed in my foot steps and was my first student to complete his kaijuology degree.”

Shinkichi offered his hand and, reaching across the desk, the General shook the it. “Glad to see you son. You were from Odo Island weren’t you?”

Startled, Shinkichi said, “Yes, how’d you know?”

“When the trouble with that new dinosaur monster came, I decided to do some research and I read Martin’s book. ‘Says you lived on the islands before your daddy adopted you. By the way, how is Martin nowadays?”

The younger Yamani said, “He is doing fine, its very kind of you to ask. Now General, my father and I have read through the dossier on Tyraxu--”

“Excuse me?” asked the man.

“Oh, that’s a name my sister Emiko though up for the monster. It resembles a Tyrannosaurus Rex and so we thought of the name.”

General Ramsey nodded. “Tyraxu it is then.”

The elderly kaijuologist cleared his throat. “As my son was saying, we’ve gone through the dossier and I’ve seen that he is very similar to Godzilla so its nothing unfamiliar to my son and myself.” On seeing the General’s eyes go wide, Yamani went to reassure him. “Though of course, Tyraxu is nowhere near the trouble that Godzilla would be.”

Ramsey let out a sigh of relief. “Good, I wouldn’t want to deal with that monster without a couple of Oxygen Destroyers.” On seeing the old man wince at the mention of the machine, he said, “Sorry.”

“It is alright, General. In any case, we have more important things to do and I’ve already composed a list of possible strategies for you to review.”

The Air Man took the folder offered him and began leafing through it. “Interesting, very interesting…”

Dr. Yamani pointed to one and said, “This one is especially usable. I strongly suggest it…”

With that, the scientist and the soldier began discussing their battle plans through the morning and when they were done, General Ramsey offered the Doctor and his son some breakfast.





Eureka County, Nevada.

0800 Hours.

Even as the humans were going to get their meals, the dinosaur monster in question was looking for his. He had been wandering through the desert for hours looking for something, anything, to eat but had thus far found nothing. As one three clawed foot slammed down on the sand and gravel, the morning sun revealed the creature’s awesome form. Resembling a green Tyrannosaur in everything but size (with the exception a row of long spines on his back) which he far exceeded, the giant too one step forward and showed small arms, colossal muscular legs, a massive powerful tail, a thick bull neck, and a giant tearing head filled with massive dagger teeth. The dinosaur monster that the humans had named Tyraxu cocked his scaly head back and inhaled as deeply as he could. He detected a large supply of meat several miles away and felt the protruding ribs at his side that much more. He then began walking.

He didn’t know what kind of meat he’d find but as hungry as he was--he’d been so desperate as to eat cactuses--he didn’t care. Crushing the dry green and brown creosotes beneath his talons, the dinosaur kaiju walked past the large rubble strewn granite cliffs and crunched the stones beneath her feet. His hunger was difficult but more difficult was what he still had to face every day: the deaths of his people. Despite all the pain and all the eons ago, it still stung and he could still recall the final battle…

The war between that which was called Good and that which was called Evil had raged foe eons and would continue foe Eons still. However, the individual battle fought now between two brothers had gone on for but a few scant decades. The perpetual story of two brothers, one good and one evil, was replayed between Light Ghidorah and Dark Ghidorah and the cost was high as the Mesozoic world suffered greatly because of it. In the battle, Tyraxu and his people chose the side of good in hopes of defeating the monster who would bury their lives and their freedom in the same grave.

Tyraxu and his people chose Light Ghidorah as their leader and fought alongside him as best as they could. But it was to no avail as two brothers were too evenly matched, even with the saurians lending their might, and the battle ended with neither side claiming victory. Dead and dying, the dinosaur monster walked among the broken bodies of his people and saw them as they breathed their last. As he fell to the ground and let the sand cover him, he swore that it wasn’t over… no matter what it cost he would avenge his fallen people…

He still remembered all that and how he awoke in a strange new world very much unlike what he recalled. Lonely and confused, he had lashed out in anger but he had relented since then and had hidden himself. But, he still had to eat and that wasn’t easy with the United States Army chasing him hither and yon. Walking through the Nevada desert, he saw a high ridge, higher than himself, and though he readied himself for what he would see, knew what it was. Compacted gravel crunching beneath his three talons, he got up over the hill and saw huge feed lots spreading before him for many, many square miles. As Tyraxu ran his forked tongue over his fangs he saw that in those lots were cattle, so many tons of meat…

On the feed lot, there were several ranch hands going about their business. One was slowly riding his horse at a canter as he was telling his workers to do this and to do that. But as the cowboy suddenly felt the ground shaking beneath him and looked away from the lot to see a giant dinosaur running towards them and roaring all the while. The cowboy saw this and had his horse gallop away in panic as he screamed, “This is worse than Giant Gila Monster!”

Nellis Air Force Range, Nevada.

0830 Hours.

The aged professor and the young professor had just finished a late breakfast with the General in the mess hall. Having cleared the table to cover it with maps of the area and battle plans, Dr. Yamani concentrated all his attentions onto explaining his ideas to the soldier. Shinkichi, on the other hand, while he listened with the utmost intensity, let his father do all the talking. He, in fact, stayed quiet the whole time, speaking only when asked, and wondering why Americans had such an obsession with putting so much sugar on their pancake foods. On hearing his father ask for an individual paper, Shinkichi opened up a briefcase and quickly handed it to hi,. “Here it is father.”

“Thank you Shinkichi,” said the kaijuologist. “As I was saying, there is a point of contention. A carnosaur deprived of its normal food supply, Tyraxu would logically attack any area of high prey concentration. With all the people that live in them, cities would be the best guess and indeed he’s attacked some cities here and there.” He proceeded to circle several dots on the map. “And yet despite that, despite an initial spat of city destroying, there have hardly been any human deaths ascribed to the monster. Afterwards, he retreated to rural areas and has, if anything, avoided populated areas.”

On pointing to several maps of Nevada, Dr. Yamani said, “I’ve done research on the area and have seen various cattle ranches in these areas. With that much meat and virtually no resistance to get it, hunger will have to win out in the end and Tyraxu will be drawn here. I suggest that those areas be evacuated and be watched for any movement.”

“I had a bad feeling about meat eaters and that much meat. Don’t worry Doctor, I’ll give the general evacuation orders and have search helicopters scour the area. Just one thing, why is it that Tyraxu has taken so little human life? In one engagement shortly after he touched down in Washington he met resistance but broke off an attack and fled when he had a clear advantage and could have easily won.”

Dr. Yamani looked to his son and the younger kaijuologist spoke up. “Well General, I’ve noticed that and have done research into the potential intelligence of giant monsters; I specialize in that. From behavioral data that’s been gathered and what I’ve noticed, the monster seems to not want to fight and wants to avoid taking intelligent life. I’ve studied it from every point of view and it’s the only explanation.”

Ramsey raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying that Tyraxu can think, that he doesn’t want to hurt people because it wouldn’t be nice, and that maybe we should talk to the monster?”

Shinkichi Yamni smiled. “Exactly, sir!” He reached into a pocket in his briefcase and pulled out the designs for a rounded metal device. “I’ve just finished designing this. Its based on verbally the cries if monsters. I first experimented on birds and crocodiles since they’re one step above and below dinosaurs respectively and it worked. Though it was meant for use on Godzilla, since Tyraxu is also a carnivorous dinosaur, and a Tyrannosaur at that, it could theoretically work!”

The general nodded and said, “I see.” Then on seeing the elder Yamani smile in pride at his son, he forced himself to stifle a laugh he hadn’t felt since he’d been a WWII private watching Donald Duck and Daffy Duck perform against each other in USO performance.

However any further comment was interrupted when a private came running towards the Ramsey. “General Ramsey, General Ramsey! We’ve spotted the monster… He’s in Eureka county and he’s tearing up the cattle ranches.”

The old soldier looked to Dr. Yamani and then looked the subordinate. “Alright, go tell the colonel immediately and tell him what you told me. Tell him to get a strike force ready with all the trimmings, attack choppers, Spooky gunships, heavy artillery, the whole deal. Got it?”

The private snapped to attention and saluted. “Sir, yes, sir!”



Eureka County.

0900 Hours.

The stink of fear filling dust clouds, the cattle stampede was running mad in all directions because they were running for dear lives. Tyraxu was mad with hunger and that was seen in how railroad spike like teeth seemingly made one cow splatter into so much bloody paste. The carnosaur threw his head upwards into the sky and let the crunched, pulpy mass slide down his throat. With that he lunged forwards, feet sinking into corral muck, to scoop up several cows in massive jaws and swallow them in a single gulp. The monster was filled with bloodlust and his jaws slathered in red and he threw his head back to roar in his fury.

However, it was in this red triumph that armor piercing shells struck and exploded underneath his skin. Nearly felled by the sudden pain and looking at the red sore at his side, Tyraxu looked around and saw a squadron of attack helicopters going past him. Angered, he braced himself and began running towards them but that was when a helicopters from higher up dropped a hail of tear gas that choked and blinded him. Taking advantage of that, a barrage of bazooka shells blasted his backside and soon enough from all sides.

On a nearby ridge that overlooked all this, a jeep rushed to the top and screeched to a stop. With that, the General shot up from his seat, watched the battle from the distance through his binoculars, and smiled. He looked to the side and said, “Your plan is working Doctor. Without beam weapons, we can get in close and as long as we can keep him off balance, all we have to do is keep pounding him until he goes down!”

On seeing it, the doctor grimly nodded and thanked the army man for his compliment. The younger doctor wasn’t so certain, however. Shinkichi had seen Godzilla with his own eyes seven years back on Odo Island and knew for himself that though the kaiju were less than humans, they were more than animals. Like his father, he knew that there had to be another way of dealing with Tyraxu… He just felt it.





As for the monster in question, he had managed to escape from his attackers and had sprinted to the imagined safety of a nearby town. He managed to leave them behind and he leapt over a small general store, his three toed feet crushing the asphalt of Main Street. Flanked by happy little buildings of small town America, he felt he was safe; surely the humans wouldn’t endanger their own nests… but that was when he heard a whirring sound. His scales scraping against each other as he did so, he turned his fanged head over his shoulders when he saw that flying propeller driven behemoths were beginning to circle around him. Uncertain at what the clumsy, lumbering, relics were doing, Tyraxu just stared and there they fired.

With the populace evacuated, small town America was expendable.

Made to be flying gun platforms, the “Spooky” gun ships were made to shoot and shoot a lot. The three “Spooky” planes began a holding platform and each rained down every shell and bullet from its mini-guns, its armor pierces guns, and its howitzer cannon. The planes saturating the ground with fire, Tyraxu was knocked to the ground and screamed in bloody anger as he was struck over and over, agony filling him. In the Spooky planes, the pilots saw that the monster fairly crawled in between two buildings in an attempt to hide. With that, the planes broke off their circular holding pattern and went searching, the gunners in the belly holding on as spent casings rolled on the ground. They were certain that they’d find their prey. (Their motto was “You can run but you’ll die tired.”)

Making the ground shake as he did so, the giant dinosaur collapsed in a dirty ally between the two buildings. He was covered all over with bloody sores and welts and his face was swollen and cut and bones were broken. (He couldn’t have known that the ammo Ramsey’s quartermaster had ordered was especially designed to deal with kaiju.) Though bloodied and hurt all over, Tyraxu was far from beaten and forced his trembling body to its feet. The stupid mammals… if he could only talk to them, but that was a fool’s errand with those barbarians. The dinosaur monster crouched behind the building and cautiously strolled forwards to peek from around the corner. The air was still buzzing with aircraft looking for a fight and Tyraxu knew that if they wanted a fight, they would have one.





Watching the battle from far off in his jeep on the hill, General Ramsey knew they had the monster on the ropes; the only thing that was left was finishing the monster off. It was at that point that the scientist said something unexpected. “General Ramsey, now that the monster has been cornered, perhaps you could use nets or some kind of tranquilizer to subdue it.”

The soldier looked away from his binoculars for a moment and laughed. “What are you talking about Yamani? We can finish him off right now and be done with it; don’t worry Doc, we’ll let you have the body.”

At that, Yamani sullenly sat back because as respected a consultant as he was, he could do no more than advise. Both he and Shinkichi just felt that this kaiju more than others was an intelligent being. It was then away from them in the town that Tyraxu shot out as if from a cannon of his hiding place. He leapt up and fairly ricocheted up from the building next to him into the sky to crush the gunship in his jaws. Though the crew managed to bail out, the plane exploded leaving the monsters cut jaws smeared with oil and diesel. The Spooky gunships too slow and clumsy for such a fight, they left and quick moving attack helicopters flew to their place. Using telekinetic powers to augment his leaps, Tyraxu easily destroyed the remaining escaping planes and on landing like a feather on a building, turned to the helicopters.

One pilot barely managed to move his chopper away from a tail whip that hissed through the air and swore, “That thing’s flying like Dumbo!”

Indeed, with flying leaps that shot him through the air, the dinosaur monster was fighting a horrific campaign to destroy every thing. One time after another, the kaiju leapt straight up to crush a plane or a helicopter between his jaws and with the planes quickly destroyed, air supremacy was gone. Bleeding and injured, the monster had nonetheless warded off the planes but still had the second string of heavy artillery. He struggled to run out of town and charged the tanks, dodging their shells all the while but that was when a barrage of missiles shot through the air above the sky and fell on him.

Bloodied and bruised, Tyraxu was covered in welts by the attack but refused to run, instead choosing to die in battle against the mammalian scum!

“ ‘Mammalian scum’?” Shinkichi Yamani looked around from where he was. In the back seat of the jeep, he saw his father at his side, the General in front of him and the driver at the wheel. All of them had their attention at the battle and had said nothing. But if so then who had sworn that oath? He looked around and saw Tyraxu and the sheer fury and hatred with which he assaulted his attackers; with that, Shinkichi’s eyes went wide. He knew that Mothra communicated telepathically so could Tyraxu? The young kaijuologist turned his attention away and picked up the hefty monster translation device at his seat. As everyone’s attention was turned away, he activated the device and set the volume to the lowest and listened.

He adjusted the device to translate the monster’s cries and set his ear close to the radio like thing. He did so and was surprised by what he heard. “You gadamn rodents! I was eating your egg-sucking rat hole living ancestors alive when I was a hatchling; you’re not going to beat me!”

Shinkichi felt his jaw drop and said, “Oh dear God…”

With that he grabbed his father’s shoulder and shouted, “Father, Tyraxu is intelligent! My translation device proves it!”

The elder Yamani and the General there turned around to the younger Yamani with looks of shock. The father asked, “Are you serious?”

Shinkichi nodded. “I’m dead serious father. You’ll see.” With that the young kaijuologist reactivated his translator and set it to the highest volume so that they could all hear.

“Wretched rodents, I haven’t done anything to you, all I want is to be left alone and you take even that tiny thing from me!”

The General was silent and at that looked to what Tyraxu did and “said.” As Tyraxu delivered a tail whip towards a set of helicopters if front of him the words smash those flies came. In dealing with tanks by picking up and throwing a building at them with his mammoth jaws, the translated words were time o get crushed you apes. Ramsey looked at the father son team. “This changes everything. You say your machine can translate his words into ours. Can it translate our words into his?”

“Theoretically sir, it could.”

General Ramsey frowned. “What do you mean by ‘theoretically’?”

Shinkichi began sweating. “Sir, I have every confidence that it could allow communication but with the exception of now, its never been tested.”

The old soldier snorted. “Well then, we’re just going to have to test it right now.” With that, he got on the radio and shouted for a sound truck or anything to get there immediately.





Despite having used his telekinesis to take out the shrapnel imbedded in his hide, Tyraxu was fighting just to stay conscious with the punishment he had taken. The dinosaur monster allowed himself a glance and saw that the small town was in smoking ruins; looking back he saw that the heavy artillery and hovering attack choppers were still there. They were there and they were ready to attack and yet although they were… they did absolutely nothing. In fact, they actually seemed to withdraw. Not daring to provoke them, Tyraxu stayed where he was and let the humans slowly go away from him. That was then that he heard something he never thought he would.

“Monster, we are the humans that have been fighting you. We now know that you are intelligent and do not want to fight you.”

Tyraxu that heard although it came through as a roaring, growling, snarl. As for the General, he was on the hill with a microphone connected to a broadcasting sound truck and the translator. Ramsey shouted for his men to have sound trucks to get closer and broadcast the signal from his truck to theirs and thus to the beast. General Ramsey wiped the sweat off his brow and shot a murderous glance to his technicians and fingered the microphone.

“Monster! I repeat, we will not fight you if possible. Do you understand us?”

Those words shot out and echoed across the town and they were answered with roars and snarls by the giant carnosaur on Main Street. As those roars came out, something came from the loudspeakers next to the old soldier.

“Monster?! I am not a monster you wretched war-mongering mammals…You’re the monsters you damn bigots!”

At that, the General was not sure to be amazed at what he heard or if he should be outraged by that remark. In any case, he ignored that and said, “You now know that we are intelligent as we now know you are. We will cease our attack if you agree to cease yours. Do you understand?”

Tyraxu heard that and he closed his jaws and he stopped his attack posture. He let out a low rumble whose translation was, “I’m listening.”





Hot and sticky in the humid rain forest, Tyraxu looked around to see the verdant foliage on all sides. He knew he was being hunted and he crouched behind a gigantic mutant tree and made the leaves and branches cover him. With that, Tyraxu was hidden and he could see the creature seeking him; it was Gorosaurus. The kaiju was confused because he had smelled the other dinosaur coming by this path and know the scent was gone. (The tree’s musky smell masked the saurian’s scent.) Gorosaurus threw his head back and roared as he sought to learn just what was happening and learned when his prey leapt from the behind the mammoth bushes and trees that hid him.

The battle was on and the two carnosaurs did battle, snarling and striking at one another. Tyraxu rallied his strength and used his power to throw the charging foe off balance and crashing into a tree. However, Gorosaurus was not so easily defeated and in seconds threw himself on his tail to deliver a back breaking blow with his super kick. The pseudo-tyrannosaur was injured and with that knew he was in straights. He brought himself to his feet and looked to Gorosaurus and tipped his body forwards until his jaws touched the ground.

Gorosaurus and Tyraxu looked at each other and roared as they threw their heads back. The pair roared because the game had been good and for it both were happy. They looked up and saw that the sun was sinking into the west and for it knew that the day was over. Gorosaurus looked to the pseudo-tyrannosaur and tipped his body forwards and moved away leaving his friend alone. As for the now solitary beast, he moved away and began walking towards the high hills at the center of where he was. Soon after he reached the high hill and he looked over the jungle island where he now was.

It had been many years since he the battle in the US and things had improved greatly. After making a very tentative cease fire with the humans he had wandered for many years in the wilds, always staying far away from any human habitation. In time, a Monster Island was formed where kaiju could leave the human world and live free of persecution, with many more of their own kind. The humans had searched for him and found him in the deserts and forests of the mid-US to tell him of this place and on hearing of that was intrigued.

Now on the mountain, he walked back and forth and felt the warm wind blow across the vast green island. He looked up and saw Rodan flying and in the colossal central lake there was Titanosaurus swimming. It had been a hard and lonely trek with the end of the saurian age but thanks to some mammals, oddly enough, that trek was now over. Tyraxu was home.

[Figment]

I had the character Tyraxu in my mind since late 2000 when I got the Lego Movie Studio kit complete with a Lego T-Rex. Back then, I wanted to make my own stopmotion kaiju films with it featuring a monster called Trex, whose name was changed to Tyraxu a few years later. Along with Trex, I created a menagerie of monsters including the Mutitan beasts such as Blade, Mogu and the Mega Mutitan; Shadorah, a black three headed monster made from a Jurassic Park 3 Lego set; Draygan; a Dragon with a flame spewing machine on his back that could live even after being set aflame(story context) and his eventual ashes landing in water creating a sea monster; and the Element demons; which were intended for enemies of my Trendmasters Godzilla.
Other original characters in the stories' universe include the VAC and Ducko armies; both led by different races of 'half toons', created from the effects of a nearby gateway to the Fantasy Realms(Home of Toontown, Mata Nui, Middle Earth and numerous other worlds) one being a well popcultured and good natured race of chickens and the other being a race of evil ducks living under the rule of a horrible madman duck bent on controlling the universe.
When I gave Juan the timeline, it was basically a rough copy and will probably be updated with some additional Toho films and some of the events in Toontown over the years such as the Toons entry into the weapons msking business for the EDF, creating Maser Cannons and assisting the construction of the Gotengo and Kiryu.