Streets of Corellia, 3461 BBY, (Former) Second Great Galactic War...
It had taken only two minutes after the live broadcast of the destruction of both fleets to form a ceasefire. Even the bullheaded Chancellor Saresh could see the immense destructive capabilities of their new foe, who was currently making his (was it even a him?) descent to the planetary surface. Imperial and Republic armor sat side-by-side, an uncomfortable unease spreading thick through the air, like a fog. Some of the champions of the Dark Side, the Sith, shivered as they felt its presence in the Force, and the Jedi weren't any better. If one had to describe it through the force, it was Cruelty. Unrestrained, unbound, unshackled cruelty, that mocked at all life, laughing as it destroyed civilization after civilization. Those crimson irises had been caught on camera, merely seconds before the vessel was sunk and all hands lost, and could only be compared to Death itself.
A lone Trooper, scanning with his binoculars, stood in his Imperial-issued body armor, with Republic soldiers not too far behind him. Nervously, they would train guns on the sky, the clouds acting as a curtain for the horrifying alien beast that was soon to make landfall. Cackling, eerie screeching could be heard, before the heavens themselves parted, revealing the Golden Hydra in all of its infamous glory. More laughter came from fanged maws, as it arrested its descent with several beating motions from its wings, before landing. Two spiked tails came about, trashing abandoned and war-torn buildings. Merely touching upon the fragile, beaten earth broke it, what chance did they even have against it?
Nevertheless, whether by foolishness or bravery, the combined forces fired at the monster, hellfire spewing from every form of weapon possible. Sith and Jedi would work in tandem to increase the coordination of their forces, Imperial and Republic soldiers unloading their blaster magazines into it. Every form of modern-day weapon smashed into its scaly hide with great force, yet it would not be off-balanced. Instead, a gleam came into its eyes, malicious and joyous, as if they were giving it exactly what it wanted. Finally, after several volleys, the Trooper stood hopelessly, watching as nothing pierced its body and produced blood. Another round of cackling laughter ensured, and then it retaliated, blasting the armor with Gravity beams, sending them hurtling into buildings, other organics, or whatever was in the way. A crimson orb stared downwards as him, as the man gave into utter despair, before he too, was annihilated off the face of Corellia.
King Ghidorah was amused, if one could tell by the sadistic gleam in its eyes. These ants had nothing that could punch through its gorgeous hide, nothing that could wound the Destroyer of Worlds. Bat-like wings stretched outwards, as it continued to walk forward, sadistically blasting away the earth and various buildings with Gravity beams. Civilian and military forces would be left smoldering ashes to be tramped upon by its talons, blown away from the magnificent wings it carried. Republic and Imperial armor alike were left in ruins, their occupants pulverized by the sheer force of its weaponry. Cackling as it spotted a civilian refugee center, wings forcing the air outwards, blowing away those both outside and inside. Screams of the dying were like music to its unholy ears, as its left head twisted towards the crying of a mother and her child. Its maw opened and closed, as it got closer and closer, readying to slay them, unaware of what would happen...
Water foamed and split as the new figure emerged. Brawny arms extended from a thick, muscled chest, with sauropod-like legs and feet giving it support. Spines decorated its back, golden eyes sat in its skull, a boxy-like shape, as it shook away water. Its tail followed behind it, and with a hateful stare, saw Ghidorah's next victims, as well as the dragon-like hellbeast. Blue plasma, ionized and hot, burned in the back of its maw. Long had he been a protector of Humanity and all living things, be they great or small. While he was not adverse to punishment, unlike Mothra, he was never so personal and cruel, justice dispensed equally and in good measure. His maw parted, and azure hellfire followed, aimed straight at the Golden Hydra...
The mother sat with her child in weary arms, trying to stifle the crying of her newborn daughter. Twi'lek by birth, a servant to the rich, now watching as the Golden Hydra took everything from her, but nothing would matter as long as she had Rei'Na. Suddenly, hellish orbs focused on her, as the Hydra moved ever so closer, ensuring the suffering would continue for a moment longer. Weeping from bloodshot eyes, watching as her end came closer and closer, its maw parted, readying to fire another of the golden beams at her, and end her and Rei'Na's life. Shutting her eyes at the last moment, and then a few moments longer, dared to open them. The Hydra recoiled, a streak of dark blue forcing it backwards, into another building. Forcing her neck to move, she saw the other, golden eyes full of anger towards the Hydra. As the Destroyer of Worlds arose, a roar could be heard, some would say around the entirety of Corellia, full of anger, rage, and determination.
SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK
Godzilla had arrived.