In the depths of space, 3641 BBY...
Fire burned in the void, as a meteorite-like projectile sped across the stars. But this was no ordinary hunk of rock and ice. It was instead an intelligent malevolence, a demon that had razed civilizations, decimated worlds, and trampled star systems underfoot talon-bearing feet. Crimson irises, as red as the blood it spilt, stared maliciously out to the space it traversed. Life was great, here in this galaxy it was heading to, and that's why it must burn. For it was the antithesis of life, the aberration, the abomination against all organisms both great and small. Venus and Mars were its last two meals, although the smaller stations that it had fed upon were nothing but a quick meal to temporarily sate its hunger. Worlds were simply not enough to curb its appetite, nor were the various civilizations inhabiting them., And so its cruel orbs peered outwards, towards the coming destruction it would soon cause...
In a Galaxy Far, Far Away...
Space surrounding Corellia, 3641 BBY, Second Great Galactic War...
Hellfire exploded from an Imperial dreadnought, its systems failing permanently, as it was torn in half by turbolaser fire from the Republic forces. Imperial fleets stationed at the planet had only just begun to respond, and while they were returning fire in equal measure, they simply could not compete with the superior amount of ships arrayed against them). Imperial fighters juked hard to the left as a Thranta-class warship was decimated, its lights dimming before the two halves began to be overcome by the gravity of Corellia, plummeting rapidly . Extinction-class bombers seized the advantage, utilizing their heavy armaments to strike at Republic battleships, even as Imperial fighters were taken down by their enemy with ease. Jedi and Sith pilots dueled in the skies above, several going up into balls of scrap and debris as their shields failed and ships were hammered with turbolaser fire...
That did not stop a meteorite-like projectile from coming closer to the battlefield though, almost as if strangely alive. One Republic turbolaser shifted out of position and fired a brief barrage to break up the unknown meteor, but the object seemed to surge through. It went smashing through a Terminus-class Destroyer and several swarms of dueling fighters with ease, before stopping suddenly. Pilots, squadrons, even entire ships, halted, their attention now diverted to the mysterious object that had ignored heavy turbolaser fire. It rapidly began to expand, a living being in entirety, fire dancing into a new form.
Bat-like wings took their first beat in eons. Three heads, maws full of fangs and forked tongues, madly whirled about. Two spiked tails shook about, as talon-wielding feet stretched themselves. Crimson eyes full of hate, rage, and madness, stared gleefully at its next victims, who were too clueless to realize what would come next. Yellow lightning shot of its three mouths, bombarding various ships and turning them into bright fireballs. Instantly, the 1st Republic Fleet and 42nd Imperial Fleet were annihilated, and the object continued on. Larger ships could not avoid the blasts, even as they attempted to return fire, every shot only further enraging the unholy destroyer, failing to do any real harm. Fighters received the order to retreat as various warships panicked, returning into their respective sides of space, with more lives being taken by every minute. Every single gravity beam, like that of yellow lightning raked across the retreating ships, sending countless more to the metal tomb that was once a mighty warship or fighter. Soon, the entire area was devoid of all life except the being. The entire section of space soon resembled a graveyard, but the destroyer would not be sated with this mere bloodletting. No, it craved destruction, desired to drench its thirst in the essence of all life, and to sate the innate madness that came with being so mighty...
No, King Ghidorah had much, much more work to be done...
In the oceans of Corellia...
A figure long-since known to history awoke, undulating its body like a crocodile as it began to swim towards that wretched King Ghidorah. Golden eyes could easily see through the dark abyssal water to the surface, spotting the sheen of its golden scales. Hurrying its momentum, knowing it would not be able to save lives at any rate it went, but one thing coursed through his heart. Rage, rage at the Golden Hydra, and what it would do. 60 years of defending Earth from this menace, only to watch as it fled to a new world, hoping for an easy meal. Instead, the Atomic Titan, the King of the Monsters, would not tolerate
After all of the destruction King Ghidorah had wrought, Godzilla would ensure its demise here and now.