Chapter 7: Memoirs of a Madman

Ever since Mothra died, Battra wasn't very emotionally stable.

Not only did he emotionally feel her death since the two are linked, but he physically felt it. As soon as her pulse stopped it was like someone grabbed a hold of his heart and soul and ripped it in two. He collapsed on the battlefield and began to sob. As soon as Godzilla brought out her corpse he couldn't hold it together. Ever since that day he has blamed Godzilla for her death. He believes that Godzilla could have done a better job of protecting her. But when all of the Kaiju went into hibernation, Battra took the remaining few Mutos and retreated to the depths of the Earth. And now, 65 million years later, he has returned.

Battra and his Muto allies live deep in the Siberian wilderness. Although the cold weather is harsh, no-one, not even the pesky humans who meddle in his business, live here. During those 65 million years of solitude, he has kept himself busy. Using only his claws and his powerful mind, he has carved in the ice and stone a grand palace. Resembling the throne room he had in the Muto stronghold, massive pillars of stone and ice support the permafrost above. A throne carved out of ice lies in the far end of the room. Several small archways branch off into separate chambers and rooms. Currently, Battra is making sure that his Mutos are breeding and training. Just as he is returning to his throne, a male Muto sails into the room from one of the many entry tunnels. He stops and bows at Battra's feet.

"My lord, I have returned from the surface world with news."

Battra glances towards the Muto. hopefully this is actual news and not the 65 million years of weather updates he is so used to getting.

"What is it?"

"The Humans have made their own Kaiju. They call them "Jaegers." They are giant metal machines with swords and missiles."

Battra's eyes widened a bit. These Humans are becoming more and more of a threat.

"There is also a new thing they have created. A cyborg monstrosity that rivals Godzilla in power. They call it, Gigan."

Battra leans forward.

"Rivals Godzilla? That is impossible. Are you sure you know what you saw?"

The Muto stands up and looks into Battra's glowing red eyes.

"Yes. And there is something you should know. It's attack was thwarted. It fired a beam of energy from its eyes and someone deflected it away from Godzilla. At first I couldn't believe it. But I hope you do."

Battra gets up off his throne and begins to walk towards the Muto, a crazed look in his eyes.

"WHO?!"

The Muto swallows.

"Mothra."

"RAAAAHHHHH!"

Battra thrashes around. He slices his claws into everything around him. Chunks of ice and rock fly into the air as Battra rips apart the throne room. The Muto backs up and watches through squinted eyes as Battra slashes his way through anything in front of him.

"And there is something else, too."

Battra whips his head around and glances angrily at the Muto, flames in his eyes.

"The Humans wanted to speak to you. They sent a team of soldiers and scientists to our base."

Battra drops a chunk of his chair and walks over to the Muto. He grabs him with his pincher and holds him up.

"Then why don't you send them in? GO!"

Battra throws the Muto and he flies out of the room. Minutes later two Osprey helicopters fly into the room. They land at the other end of the chamber room. The Muto flies back in after them and lands next to Battra. Battra sits on what remains of his throne. After a few minutes of watching the humans gear up, they move towards Battra. They stop about 100 feet from him. Then, several soldiers in the front move aside and a well dressed man steps forward. Battra clacks his pinchers. The man introduces himself.

"Greetings, Battra. My name is Alexander Wells of the Apex Corporation. I have come to express my thoughts on some of your actions."

Battra cringes at this creature. He then steps down off his throne to get a closer look at Wells.

"I have watched you humans ever since your race spawned. All of you think you're better than anyone. Let's cut this short. I don't care about your diplomatic relations with me. I will not stop my Mutos or tell them to not attack your cities. So why are you here?"

Several of the other soldiers and scientists, along with a few men and women in suits, shake their heads in despair. Wells steps forward to face Battra head on.

"I know what you desire most, Battra. You desire domination. Only through me can you gain that. Not only are my new Jaegers powerful enough to help you achieve that, but so is my biggest asset, Gigan."

Battra smirks.

"My spy has told me about your Gigan. And frankly, I don't care. An alliance with the humans will do nothing but slow me down Mr. Wells. I don't need barriers, I need bridges. So tell me, do you have any to spare?"

Wells backs up a bit as Battra gets closer to him. His hot breath making him sweat. Wells gulps and pulls out a holographic projector. With the press of a button, an illuminated 3D image of a fully completed Mechagodzilla rotates around a pedestal. Battra glances at it in confusion.

"The only thing stopping you from controlling the world is Godzilla, isn't it. Only together can we defeat him. Your mind and my machines will form an unstoppable team. You know you need me Battra. Only together can we defeat Godzilla."

Battra has a mental flashback of the Muto Prime and of Ghidorah saying this to him. Both times resulted in him losing everything. Battra turns around and sits back down on his throne.

"Twice I have been told that phrase, Mr. Wells. And both times I lost everything. How can I trust you not to betray me?"

"Because I have no reason to. I don't want world domination, I want Godzilla, along with his band of loose cannons to be wiped from the Earth. I can't do that without you."

Battra stares at Wells. Many tense seconds pass by before he speaks again.

"How long before Mechagodzilla is ready."

"A week. Several new locations have been discovered that contain all the required amounts of unobtainium. Once the unit is ready a team will notify you immediately."

"Then we have an alliance. But I have one request, before you leave."

Wells looks confusingly up at Battra.

"And what is that?"

"After Godzilla is killed, I want your robot to be dismantled or I will do it myself. I don't think there will be a need for it after we are finished."

Wells hesitates. Battra's red eyes seep into him, pressuring him to respond.

"Fine. It will be done. I will be in contact soon. Good day to you."

The humans get back in their Ospreys and fly out of the room. Battra watches them leave. Soon, they will return with Mechagodzilla.

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Author's note: A shorter chapter but one that I really wanted to write. It won't be long before we finally see Mechagodzilla in action. I hope y'all are enjoying it so far. As usual share this story to others who might like it and i'll see y'all soon.

Random: I have only three rolls of toilet paper left and all the stores near me don't have any. I'm gonna have to start using notebook paper here really soon.