Planetary Surface of Corellia, 3461 BBY...
For a moment, the air filled with an audible tenseness, one that could be easily split by a knife. For those who had survived the Golden Hydra's assaults, it was as if a Celestial came down from the stars, one garbed in dark armor and breathing blue hellfire. Godzilla, the immortal beast, timeless savior and destroyer alike of mankind, had arrived. And he was furious. Even as the Hydra, destroyer of a million civilizations, arose from his prior tomb of durasteel and transparisteel, and began to swivel his three heads to the other kaiju, the Atomic Hellbeast rushed forward. Claws sliced across King Ghidorah's flesh, drawing blood in a few areas, but wounding the Destroyer's pride greater than his flesh. Three fanged maws bit down on Godzilla's shoulders and neck, forcing him back. Each titan fought for control, with Godzilla striking back by biting down on the back of the middle head's neck, forcing it to withdraw in agony. Two Gravity Beams were fired at the King of Kaiju's sides, forcing him to let go of the middle neck, but not before grabbing the head, and tossing King Ghidorah into another skyscraper.
Debris crumbled from above onto King Ghidorah, causing it to lash out with Gravity Beams at Godzilla, forcing a roar out of him as yellow electrical blasts seared his scales. But his rage, his anger, and his determination welled up, coaxing a response from the Savior, ionized plasma rushing forward and smashing into the Hydra's already wounded midsection. Shrieking a series of angered cackles, King Ghidorah flew up into the air on bat-like wings, before unleashing a wave of Gravity Beams at Godzilla. Groaning as the beams forced him to the ground, suddenly trapped, Godzilla would grit his teeth, attempting to stand up, but failing as the beams forced him back down. A gleeful grin broke out on all three heads of the Destroyer, and it prepared to fire a second barrage of Gravity Beams...
Right as the Republic-Imperial forces struck back at last, armor and starships working in tandem. Missiles, lasers, and bombs struck King Ghidorah's back, failing to bloody it, but certainly gaining its attention. Ignoring the fallen King of the Monsters, King Ghidorah twisted its three heads, preparing to fire a massive amount of Gravity Beams in retaliation, when a sudden sound could be heard, like a tesla coil whirling up...
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A sudden blast of Hellfire struck King Ghidorah's middle-section, actually blackening the golden scales there, severely burning the Destroyer of Worlds. The Hydra shrieked with pain, as Godzilla made his presence known, rising on scorched feet, breathing his Atomic Breath from a bloodied maw, sending the Golden Hydra in full retreat. Bat-like wings struggled to cover it, as it was forced further up into the air, until it decided it best to retreat. The Journey had taxed its power, and King Ghidorah was in no interest to be felled like its father before it. Body contorting and twisting back into a fiery meteor, until it rushed back into space, seeking an easier target to consume and regain some of its lost power, fleeing into the depths of space, where no man could follow it...
Godzilla, on the other hand, was taxed, but alive. His scales had bled profusely, but carmine wounds had sealed, his healing factor kicking in slowly, as wounds began to repair. Even if he was ancient and vastly older than his fellow brethren, Godzilla had prevailed against the Golden Hydra once more. As sunlight broke through the clouds and shone upon his figures, weary soldiers and civilians alike staring at him, Godzilla let loose a mighty roar, reminding all of who was the King of the Monsters...
In the space above Tython, 3461 BBY...
"Have the Kaiju arrived as ordered by yourself, my Queen?" The servant Vortaak spoke to Queen Vorticia, who sat unamused, surrounded by a ring of other alien beings, but most prominent being the cockroach-like Space Hunter M Aliens. Others included some of the renegade Aliens from the Third Planet beyond the Sun, the Tachyons and the Seatopians, as well as the Garogas, the Natarls, and the Mysterians. Standing around a table showcasing the Holonet, it had been far too easy to isolate communications from the planet they wished to invade first, a focal point of the mysterious Jedi Order, hovering in the Vortaak Mothership...
"Yes. Send Gigan and Megalon to the surface at once." spoke Vorticia, before she continued. "We will isolate and destroy the mysterious Jedi Order first, and then these so-called Sith. Ready the invasion forces after Gigan and Megalon wipe out their defenses." An evil glee could be spotted in her eye as she spoke, and two beings were sent down to the surface in pods, concealed by metals far-more advanced then most other things present in this galaxy.
It was time to roll the die and see what was cast, thought Vorticia, for now was the time to invade and conquest... Now was the time to rule the galaxy as it had rightfully been hers, after all...
Jungles of Tython, 3641 BBY...
Thoughts of home ran through Jet Jaguar's head, but it was clear that it was needed. Communications, at least when it had monitored the Jedi outposts, were done, an obvious sign of the Vortaak's invasion. It was easy to be a coward, and abandon the various species here to their fate, but Jet Jaguar hadn't been built for cowardice. It had been built to aid humanity, to be a Hero when nobody else was around. Goro Ibuki, his last parting gift before succumbing to the peaceful death of slumber via old age, had set it free and given it sapience. His last wishes were for Jet Jaguar to be around for humanity, to aid them when nobody else was there, to persevere through the most hellish of conflicts.
Yes, Jet Jaguar would go to protect peace, even if it required its own destruction. Rising from the small little hostel in the jungle it had created, it flew up into the air, racing to meet the pods it saw. It would drive them back, meter by meter, but Jet Jaguar would not relent, not now, nor ever...