CHAPTER ONE
Thousands of years ago…
Myrax hated delays, especially if they involved a bunch of Zyglak with their swords that destroyed everything, and especially when they invaded Ethu just as he was about to leave for Destral to show Miserix his new creation.
He estimated a couple dozen of the beasts, all out to destroy him. Why him? He didn't know.
The battle began as he had predicted. His rahkshi used their ranged powers to destroy several enemies, but the Zyglak were on them moments later. Since anything a Zyglak dagger touched explodes, his rahkshi began to explode. He decided to help, along with his new, blade-launching creatures. His latest creation, and the reason he was leaving for Destral, launched their blades at the Zyglak, taking down several instantly. Then Myrax entered the fray and used his swinging blades to cut down the rest.
The battle was won minutes later. All of the Zyglak were defeated, but at the cost of several rahkshi.
Now he had to rush. He'll clean up the battlefield when he got back. He created a portal and went through it.
He came out on the island of Destral. Ahead was the large, imposing fortress. With him he brought the details of his latest creation, the parakara. It was a weasel-like creature with armor on its back, and the top of its head; armor from rahkshi. It had claws for burrowing, night vision (something all his creations shared), and blades on its back with, just a flinch of its back muscles, could fling the blades into their target, whatever that may be. It would serve as a defensive measure, as these creatures were herbivores. They could grow to the size of a Matoran, and they could be docile or aggressive either or (he's learned the hard way on which was which). He had them currently in several colors: white, brown, gray, black, dark green, dark blue, crimson, and yellow. Each color, or each type, had different-shaped blades and elemental abilities. There may be more time later to describe those. Right now Myrax had to focus on what to say.
When he arrived at the entrance into Destral he was blocked by two other Makuta: Antroz and Bitil.
"Ah, Antroz, Bitil, what a surprise," said Myrax. "Now, I must speak with Miserix about something."
Antroz shook his head. "He's not here right now. In fact, he won't be here ever again. Any matters are to be discussed with Teridax."
"Teridax?" Myrax exclaimed. "Why?"
"You weren't here for the Convocation, weren't you?" Bitil asked.
Myrax shook his head. "No. Never got the memo."
Antroz stepped aside to let Myrax pass. He said, "You'll find Teridax in the grand hall."
"In the seat that Miserix used to sit in?" Myrax asked.
Antroz smiled. "Yes."
Yes, there he was. The little tyrant was sitting in Miserix's seat. This puzzled and worried Myrax. What the blazes is going on?
Teridax noticed him and greeted, "Ah, and isn't it our absent one. Welcome-"
"Where's Miserix?" Myrax demanded, interrupting the new leader.
"We had a…fallout," Teridax replied. "He had his views, I had mine." He gave Myrax a sharp look. "He proved to be too weak to still lead."
"What did you do with him?"
"He was…disposed of."
Myrax couldn't believe it. It was an outrage.
"Now, Myrax, what brings you here?" He read his mind. "Ah, a project of yours, yet only for-"
"-Miserix," Myrax finished. "Not you, tyrant."
Teridax stood up. "You dare call me tyrant?" He hurled a bolt of shadow at Myrax. Myrax swung one of his swinging blades and deflected the blow.
Still, this shouldn't really come as a surprise to Myrax. Teridax for a while had taken a form of leadership, and do things only the leader could only do. But for him to actually take over the organization was an eye-opener.
A large hand emerged from Teridax and tried to snare Myrax. Myrax bat it away with his swinging blades. It dissipated. Teridax stood, hands on his hips.
"Is that all you can do?" Myrax challenged.
"Why should I use my powers on you? Even with my mask, my shadows, most likely you'll be able to see through them with your Ruru."
Myrax felt a presence behind him, but it was too late to react, and he felt a surge of pain in his back. He elbowed his attacker in the face, sending his attacker back. He turned to see it was Krika. Myrax brought Krika down with his blades until he was struck in the back with a shadow bolt from Teridax. Two other Makuta, Spiriah and Anaki, pinned Myrax down. As Myrax struggled Teridax spoke.
"I see not everyone is happy with this transition of power, but it was necessary."
"You can take your 'necessary' and- ahk!" Myrax cried as he felt Anaki twist his left arm. He managed to wiggle his arm and made Anaki loosen his grip enough so Myrax's arm couldn't be twisted any further, and returned to its normal state.
"I label those who oppose me and the Plan traitors," Teridax continued.
"Plan?" Myrax asked. "What- ah- Plan?"
"None of your concern," Teridax replied. "Anaki, take his voice!"
"With pleasure," Anaki replied as he put his sword down on Myrax's neck, measuring where to strike. He raised his sword, ready to make the killing strike.
Myrax hurled a bolt of shadow at Anaki's sword, knocking it out of its owner's hands. Myrax managed to swing one of his blades and knock Anaki off of his feet. Spiriah tried to use his Kanohi Jutlin to shatter Myrax's armor, only to have it knocked off by Myrax's shadow blasts. Spiriah fainted and fell limp on Myrax. Myrax shoved him off and got up, and got hit with another shadow bolt from Teridax. He swung his blades at Teridax. Teridax deflected one with his staff and ducked the other as it cut the upper parts of the throne clean off. Teridax hurled another blast. Myrax deflected it.
Myrax found several other Makuta standing behind him at the door, and by judging the looks on their faces, he wasn't leaving. Anaki was getting back on his feet. Myrax knew he was outnumbered. He'll have no choice but to teleport out.
As Anaki grabbed his sword, Myrax faded from view, and was gone. Anaki growled in frustration and threw his sword down. It hit the ground with a loud clang.
"Don't stress, Anaki," said Teridax. "He'll be on a run. He'll be labeled an outlaw."