Phase 1

            The Xilien sat in his large silver seat, twiddling his thumbs. The visor covered the rage in his eyes, but his peers could sense it. He looked at his peers. They were half covered by darkness and completely silent. A pompous ape, a thinly disguised roach, a woman in a metallic veil, and some over-evolved human just sat there. “Damn it! Can’t you buffoons come up with anything?” the Xilien slammed his fist down on the metal table.

“Well, what do you expect us to do?” questioned the ape.

“Yes, it is quite difficult to form a plan, Xilien” said the woman.

The Xilien’s brow twitched, “My name is Yoshio. I know it is hard to develop a plan for what we are about to do.” Yoshio repositioned himself, “My race tried in 1965 to conquer Earth with the aid of King Ghidorah, Godzilla, and Rodan. We failed miserably.”

“Oh, and you just happen to happen to suffer this one tragedy” cracked the roach.  

The group snickered and Yoshio rose form his seat, “And you all have reason to laugh? Zan, your invasion failed twice. First time, I don’t know why we aided you with Ghidorah. Antonio and that forsaken cockroach couldn’t remotely stand a chance. And Goro, you and your Simeon technology could not defeat Godzilla? Oh wait, you wouldn’t have if we didn’t provide you with it.” The leather other the Xilien’s glove squeaked as he formed a tight fist, “And you Kilaaks…You destroyed King Ghidorah back in ten years ago. There went our most powerful weapon. What you do suggest now?”

The woman tried to put up a defense, “Yoshio, I appolg--”

“Shut up Ai!”, Yoshio blurted out. The Xilien finally realized he was out of control and sat down. “I apologize for that. Neither though it was just a bunch of cyborgs lost in my invasion, I realize that you have actually lost real members of your races. Now, lets see what the plan is.”

Goro stood up, “With our advanced technology, we have been working on a project that should hold its own completely again Godzilla and the Earth monsters.”

“Good, now Antonio and Zan, what have you done?” asked Yoshio.

 An aged Antonio stood up, “Megalon has been in the incubation chamber since you’ve given us it. His vitals are good and is ready to go.”

“Gigan’s update is complete. The slaughter can commence on your word.” Zan said as his disguise twitched.

Yoshio got up from his seat and began to exit the room, but was interrupted by Ai. “Well, before you can leave, sir. I think you should hear what us Kilaakians have done.”

Yoshio didn’t even bother to turn around, “Speak Ai.”

The metallic woman walked around and went to Yoshio’s seat. She took a look at the control panel there and pushed a button. In the middle of the table, a blue sphere of light formed. She started to type in a code on the keyboard on the panel. After the clicks and such were done, a hologram showed up in the middle table. “This what the Kilaaks have been working on since our defeat in 1999.”

Yoshio turned around. His mouth stood agape and he removed his visor. His grey eyes showed little emotion; and the emotion was fear. “That’s King Ghidorah. How? How did you do it?” the Xilien struggled to get his words out.

Ai struck that familiar, arrogant female stance, “Complete mechanical armaments and armor entwined with his organic body. Was quite a chore, salvaging the body and all. The mechanics of it all was easy.”

Yoshio snapped his fingers and two Xilien guards came from the door behind him. “You’re coming with me, Ai, and filling me in on the details of this…Mecha-King Ghidorah.” With that, the leather coated Xilien and the silvery, veiled Kilaak left the room, guards following.                

    Goro spun around in his metal chair and started laughing, “Ah, this is great. We may finally defeat that wretched reptile.”

Zan looked at the crackling ape, “So, how did your race ever escape that black hole, Goro?”

The ape stopped spinning and leaned on the table, “If we the two plans to conquer Earth failed, which they did, we began working on massive, planet sized ship. By the time our planet was sucked in, the ship was complete and we moved our entire population to the ship.”

Antonio’s brow rose, “Didn’t someone do that already? Cause I swear I remember hearing about some black cyborg doing that before.”

“You’re making crap up now. I’ve never heard of that.” Goro said with a perturbed look on his face.