The Republic gunships descended through Kiros's hazy atmosphere, revealing a colony once celebrated for its vibrant meadows and crystalline rivers, now eerily silent. The absence of the Togruta colonists was palpable; their colorful tents stood abandoned, market stalls overturned, and the air carried a metallic tang of ionized residue. Anakin Skywalker's boots crunched on gravel as he led the squad, his blue eyes scanning the horizon. "No life signs," Ahsoka Tano murmured, her montrals twitching at the unnatural stillness. Obi-Wan Kenobi stroked his beard, brow furrowed. "The Separatists wouldn't leave without a fight. Stay sharp."

A whir of servos shattered the silence. From crumbling archways, a battalion of BX-series droid commandos emerged, blasters raised. "Scatter!" Rex barked, as clones dove for cover. Anakin's lightsaber hummed to life, deflecting bolts with fluid precision. "These clankers could use some new programming!" he quipped, cleaving a droid in two. Ahsoka flipped over a commando, slicing its head off mid-air, while Obi-Wan disarmed three with a single Force push. The droids fell swiftly, but the too-easy victory unnerved them. "This was a diversion," Obi-Wan muttered. "They're herding us."

The tower loomed ahead, a jagged monolith of durasteel grafted onto Kiros's organic architecture. Inside, holoscreens flickered with static, and the scent of burnt circuitry hung thick. Darts D'Nar's snarling hologram flickered. "You're too late, Jedi! The colony is already—" Anakin slashed the projector, scowling. "Let's find him before he—" A deafening roar shook the tower. The sky erupted in violet light, as if the stars themselves were screaming.

The ground quaked. A "boulder" near the tower's base shifted—then moved. Clones shouted as the creature unfurled: a towering behemoth with obsidian scales, glowing pink dorsal plates crackling with energy, and eyes like swirling supernovas. Its tail swept a gunship into rubble. "Hello again, my darlings," Godzilla growled, voice a seismic rumble that rattled bones. Anakin froze, flashbacks of Malastare's trenches flooding his mind. "Not this thing again!" Ahsoka gasped, recalling the creature's rampage on Christophsis.

Godzilla's foot slammed down, crushing clones too slow to evade. "Fall back!" Rex yelled, dragging a wounded brother. The beast inhaled, its throat pulsing violet. "Down!" Obi-Wan roared, yanking Ahsoka behind a pillar as atomic fire vaporized the tower's facade. Anakin charged, lightsaber raised. "Distract it! Aim for the eyes!" Godzilla swiped, sending him skidding across debris. "Skyguy, no!" Ahsoka leapt, deflecting a falling rock with the Force. Obi-Wan sprinted toward a nearby AT-TE, its cannon whirring to target the dorsal plates. "Focus fire! Those plates are its—" The cannon's blast glanced off Godzilla's armor, enraging it further.

The creature's tail obliterated the walker, hurling Obi-Wan into a ditch. Anakin, battered but unyielding, scrambled to his side. "We can't beat it here!" Obi-Wan coughed. "We need the fleet!" As Godzilla loomed, Ahsoka ignited both sabers, buying time. "Master, the ships—now!" Anakin signaled the retreat, clones hauling survivors onto gunships. The last image they saw was Godzilla's silhouette against the purple inferno, D'Nar's laughter echoing through comms. "The Sith promised you'd fall... but not by my hand."

In orbit, the Jedi stood solemnly in the cruiser's medbay, the weight of losses heavy. "The Separatists aren't controlling it," Ahsoka said. "They're using it." Anakin clenched his fists. "Then we cut the head off the snake. D'Nar won't escape." Obi-Wan gazed at Kiros's burning surface. "This creature... it's a weapon beyond anything we've faced. If Sidious has harnessed its power—" The unspoken fear hung thick. Somewhere below, Godzilla's roar shook the stars, a primal challenge to the galaxy itself.

The air hung thick with ash and static as Godzilla's roar faded into a low, rumbling growl. Her massive tail coiled like a serpent ready to strike, and her violet eyes—pools of cosmic fury—locked onto Anakin. The ground trembled beneath her clawed feet, but the Jedi stood motionless, his lightsaber deactivated with a sharp hiss. Rex and the clones froze, their blasters still trained on the kaiju, though their faces betrayed disbelief.

"Do you dare speak to me, human?" Godzilla's voice was a tectonic snarl, her words reverberating through the ruins of the governor's tower. Her jaws parted, revealing rows of jagged teeth glowing faintly with residual atomic energy.

Anakin raised his empty hand slowly, his gaze unflinching. The Force screamed around him, a tempest of warning and curiosity. There's something more here. She's not just a beast. "Wait," he repeated, quieter this time, as much to himself as to his men.

"General—!" Rex stepped forward, his helmet tilted in panic, but Anakin cut him off with a sharp gesture.

"Hold your fire," Anakin ordered, never breaking eye contact with the creature. His mind raced. Memories flashed—visions from Mortis, the roar of the Zillo Beast, the whispers of ancient darkness from the Jedi Archives. This isn't instinct. This is hatred. Focused. Calculated.

Godzilla leaned down, her colossal head hovering meters above Anakin, her breath scorching the air. The pink luminescence of her dorsal plates pulsed in rhythm with her growls. "You..." she hissed, recognizing his defiance. "You reek of the ones who caged me. The ones who carved into my kin."

Anakin's jaw tightened. The Sith. Zygerrians. Slavers. His voice steadied. "We're not your enemies. The ones who hurt you—we're fighting them too."

A beat of silence. Even the wind seemed to still.

Jesse fumbled with his rifle, whispering to Rex, "Is he negotiating with it?!" Rex's grip on his DC-17 tightened, but he shook his head. "Stow it. Cover him."

The Revelation
Godzilla's tail lashed suddenly, smashing a crumbling wall to dust. The clones flinched, but Anakin didn't move. "Lies!" she roared, her atomic heart flaring violet. "Your kind built the machines that scarred my world. Your kind serve the hollow ones."

Hollow ones. Sith. Anakin's eyes narrowed. "You've seen them. The ones in the shadows. They're using you. Just like they're using us." His mechanical hand flexed, a subconscious tell. "We don't have to be weapons."

For a heartbeat, Godzilla's glare softened—or perhaps it was a trick of the light. Her head tilted, as if listening to a distant frequency. Then, with a ground-shaking snarl, she straightened, her spines flaring brighter. "You... are not prey. Not yet."

Without warning, she pivoted, her tail sweeping a path of destruction toward the horizon. The clones ducked as debris rained down. "Move! Now!" Rex barked, yanking Anakin back as Godzilla's thunderous footsteps faded.

Anakin stared after her, his mind racing. "She's been wronged. Hunted. The Sith... they've weaponized her rage."

Obi-Wan emerged from the smoke, his tunics singed. "Anakin, what in the stars were you thinking?!"

"She's not our enemy," Anakin said quietly. "But someone made her theirs."

Ahsoka approached, her gaze following the trail of devastation. "If the Sith control her—"
"They don't," Anakin interrupted. "They're afraid of her. That's why they need D'Nar. Why they need Kiros."

Rex exhaled sharply. "So... what now?"

Anakin reignited his lightsaber, its blue glow cutting through the haze. "Now we find D'Nar. And we show him what happens when you play with monsters."