The tailed Mechon sat on a throne of gemstones. His left arm rest had a silver pen, as well as blueprint and papers, his right rested only his clawed fingers, which were busily tapping the Mechonis Anthem. It was called Mechanical Rhythm, and it was to be played by any and all Mechon when a battle was initiated on their land. He tapped every note with practiced accuracy, starring at the papers through his mask.
He had planned to make a face mech designed for High-Entia and Nopon. The problem was the High-Entia's resistance to mind tricks and traps were above average, and Nopon were so below that it would completely break them after the initiation. Homs were the perfect species, the tailed Mechon wished for the Homs in Shulk's group. He didn't much care about using Shulk's body, it was weak from the constant use of the Bionis's Monado. He planned to simply lock the boy up in chains until the damned thing aged to death. However Reyn, Sharla, Dunban, they were all perfect. They had endured so much, felt enough pain that breaking them would be easy, and they rely so much more on each other then they realize, which would make gaining their trust after their minds had been twisted easy, for they would grasp for anything that would be motherly and kind. He had Mech's prepared for them, if they ever came into his grasp.
A medium armed pearl Face Mech with quick hands and a heat -less and powerful ether gun.
A rust orange Face Mech with heavy armor and a bulky weapon.
An obsidian black Face Mech with light armor with spike effects along with a specially designed ether-powered Monado-like katana.
If he had them, the war between the peoples of Bionis and Mechonis would tilt in his favor!
As the tailed Mechon finished his final thought, a small lookout Mechon scrambled into his living chambers.
"Lord Egil!" the Mechon's voice was electronically monotone, speaking in a low Machina dialect.
"Yes my Brother?" Egil looked back at the small servant.
"Face Four is requesting to land in Agniritha."
"Impossible."
"We've checked approximately 137 times M'lord, will you accept the request?"
"Not.. yet..." Egil was quiet sure Face Four was dead. the suit was stabbed, fell and broke into a gray and black husk, it wasn't possible Mumkhar was alive.
"Does it have a heat signature?"
"Three separate heat signatures detected." The Mechon reported
Now Egil was quite sure this was a trap, but finding it amusing, He'd play along.
"Set up sniper Mechs near Agniritha. Troops 163-175 behind the pillars and catacombs. If there are any hostile ambitions, kill it. It may land when I meet it in Agniritha." Egil stood up, walking past his metal kingdom, from the top of the Mechonis head down to Agniritha. He was in no rush, even if a dead man just came knocking at his door.
Metal Face landed in front of the Goddess statue. Lord Egil stood looming over Mumkhar's Mech with power and grace. He got right to the point.
"You have three heat signatures, why?"
Metal Face held up a clawed hand, reaching inside of the gaping hole in his chest and removed two unconscious men, holding them by the back of their armor so they hung like damp rags. Egil's eyes lit up behind his mask, just barely keeping his cool, he stretched out his armored hand.
" Return them to their rightful owner." Egil obviously meant himself as evidence from the outstretched hand, yet the Mechon seemed confused. Slightly tilting it's head, it eventually nodded. Dropping the two back into his stomach he began to prepare his rusty engines.
"Where is that thing going?" Egil shouted
" His GPS reads colony 9, to be specific a graveyard in Colony 9."
Egil almost facepalmed, realizing his mistake and cursing the Mechon for being so unbelievably literal that he'd fly the two back to their birth mothers.
"Metal Face, I'm sorry. Give the bodies to me."
Metal Face immediately dropped to the ground, nodding again, he reached inside his torso and pulled out Reyn in one hand, Dunban and a very dead Mumkhar in the left. Egil cringed.
"Troops 113-116, prepare a burial service for the dead Hom, bury Metal Face with him. Troops 320-350, strap these two up in the initiation chamber, I want heavy protection on both of them." Egil sighed "When they stir, alert me, I shall be in my bedroom." As the Mechon bowed, Egil walked back. He felt dirty, the shock of truimph had been numbed by the sight of his dead servant. Egil shook his head. No he thought That was a fate all men of the Bionis deserve. His reassurance did not do it's job. Egil felt oddly uneasy about the dead Mumkhar, especially because after a week, the body was rotting yet still dripping fresh blood, and maggots crawled around him, yet his eyes still twitched, as if not fully departed...
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