#voidintheforce

The memories were all so faint, and they could not realize what exactly had happened. One moment they were within wing-length of victory against their greatest foe, having even felled their life-long partner, but within the span of such a short time all had been lost. Murky wakefulness, more pain, and again that bitterly cold dark enshrouded their mind.

For a time it did seem like for forever they would be trapped in this darkness, and all hopes of returning were nearly lost. Yet, the spark of something new stirred them from this endless slumber, and that life once more burned through. Though, there was a difference about all this that King Ghidorah could not have noticed to the fullest extent. They were changed, somehow... Not yet the same as before, but also that they were? It was confusing to them. The smell of metals and fire came through their senses, along with more darkness and bone-rattling cold.

It wasn't until more of those sparks were felt that they were able to finally open one pair of eyes, and blearily gazed around. This still felt so wrong. The King could not really see much, or move, and more importantly to really feel the connection of it's other selves. That was dim, but straining to be there. It was as though they were blocked from his mind, in a way, and Ichi tried to call out to them both in a weakened sound. Even that was as quiet as the rest of him, hardly able to produce much noise.

What was wrong??... How desperately he wanted to know, and could not conceive the damage that had been done to itself, and what was keeping him from fully regenerating; humanity always interfering and destroying the nature of all things.

‘What is it..? I am resting, can’t you see that?’

     He’d try to reach out via psychic communication, a chuff blowing away some sand in front of his nose. He didn’t know when he had washed up on the beach per say, but he did recall being very exhausted...

Newt’s first day on the job was certainly going to be an interesting one, that’s for certain. Already having been instructed to join a ship headed straight for one of Monarch’s more outlandish outposts, at a location only referred to as ‘Monster Island’, the ship would soon make landfall and dock at the makeshift bay area near the base. The island itself would feel... alien, yet strangely ‘natural’ at the same time, and the no doubt frazzled specialist would immediately be greeted by none other than the man behind the organization himself; Ishiro Serizawa. He’d be standing by the walk-way leading off the ship, hand outstretched to greet Newt with a shake.

A sudden whine of surprise and fear came from the direction that Katarn had spun towards, as it’d reveal the source; a now cowering, groveling Demi-Human, a rather scrawny one at that, dressed in surprisingly fine clothes compared to the rags and torn garbs that most Demi-Human wore. All topped off with a fancy hat, of which it now grasped to cover its face.

“A-Aah, please Sire--! I-I wish thee no harm, promise! I was just-- just praising thee for thine fine choice of outfit! Nothing else, Sire! I... I-I am all on my own out here...” he’d slowly look up, revealing a small, cute snout upon his face, along with big, clear eyes that stared up at Katarn in wonderment, but still laced with dread of what he might do.

that's cheap man.

Biollante just snarls deeply as she stares down the Force-user, her face contorted to that of rage. "You dare talk to me about submitting to you? To ask me to submit, is to ask nature itself to submit to you."

She was, however, being cautious, even if she towered above him in size. He was... not a normal person. That alone she could sense, thanks to the parts of her that were human still.

“Others will be sure to follow, if you would refrain from razing this planet to the ground.”

(randomly saw a Ghidorah and had to say hi ;) @voidintheforce)

Oh spare them the sanctimonious noise pouring from this monkey's lips.

Why was it that humanity thought it was special? Was it the way they multiplied and spread like a plague? Or was it how they'd grown up on a world where they falsely assumed that they were the only sentient species?

No, humanity was not special. They didn't even taste that good. Countless civilizations amongst the stars has surpassed humanity ten-fold. None had ever been capable enough of stopping King Ghidorah.

All of their hatred and malice bored down on the insect that dared speak his prophet's name. A plea to spare their pitiful world! That was typical. What was insulting was the blatant attempt at manipulation.

The loss of their prophet was still a fresh hurt. A hurt that The Many Who Were One did not enjoy dwelling upon. But she had been useful, just as she had promised. She had accomplished what far more advanced civilizations struggled with: two-way communication. That ORCA of hers was a thing of brilliance.

And it was through that ORCA of hers that Ghidorah spoke through now.