Chapter 139: The Final Battle Part 1

Sarah and Tom stopped when they were near the tower in the middle of the city. It was one built by the founder of the city. Something they didn't really know about. They just read the plate that claimed so.

Milla'iin was at the top of the tower and looked around. He searched for any signs of the humans with those eight creatures. He saw no one. He wasn't certain when and how they would strike. He knew little of the human's military forces. He knew they could strike from far away with those battlegear called missiles. They also had those that could strike from the stars. That one, no one was certain if it was true or just a rumor.

Still, they were under the humans watch. The M'arrillian didn't fear them. They had the power. They were M'arrillians. They wouldn't fall. Aa'une would be proud of them. They will carry on his spirit.

Sarah and Tom didn't try to escape. There were M'arrillians near them.

Rath'tab approached Tom, "Enjoying your illusion of freedom Tom?" He chuckled in disdain. His face was near the teenager and he went on, "Because you will see your kind kneel in front of us soon enough. You have no chance to stop us."

"Shut up. You have no idea if they won't go all out against you," Sarah grunted annoyed.

"You thought you were winning before and you lost the war," Tom reminded them. He gazed to the side, "And you will again."

Rath'tab wanted to make those two regret what they said, but he didn't. It was against his order to harm them. Milla'iin would be the one who shall bring pain to those two. He would just enjoy the moment when it came.

"Do not try to attack them Rath'tab," Milla'iin ordered as he gazed at him with his eye, "From what I heard, there was little provocation this time."

"This time?" the other M'arrillian asked.

"Against me. Move along and get into position, I will bring those two somewhere where they won't be able to escape," he chuckled as he watched the tower, "There is no way for you to get away at the top of the tower. No stairs or secret exit," his tendril grabbed the boy's arm, "Too bad Maxxor isn't on the Cothica, he would be desperate when he watched you as your life is on the line."

"Maxxor isn't the only one you will piss off Milla'iin," Tom replied. He closed his eyes for a few seconds. He took a deep breath, "And why did you even come to invade the Cothica?"

"Because it will lead our tribe to victory. We will control Perim. It is our destiny," the creature replied in annoyance. It was obvious that that was his tribe's intention.

The teenager told himself that he could do it again. He spoke with Phelphor and Aval'par. He wouldn't call them his friends, but they weren't strangers either. Maybe he could see Phelphor as a friend? The weirdest thing from the first time he showed up. Tom looked into the eye of the M'arrillian, "No. You. Why do you want do invade the Cothica?"

Sarah wondered what her boyfriend's plan was, but didn't stop him. She wanted to know what he wanted to do.

"Me? It's the same."

"Did Aa'une put this in your mind? Is this what you want?" Tom insisted on the question.

"Insolent human!" Rath'tab grunted.

"Leave," Milla'iin ordered when he noticed his fellow M'arrillian was about to attack the human.

"Fine," Rath'tab flew away.

The Chieftain looked at him, towering over the teenager. He gave his answer, "It is the same," but noticed his voice shook a little. His conviction seemed to be weaker. He wondered if this was how he got Aval'par, "Nothing changes because you are asking it again."

Tom frowned, "Fine." He didn't insist. He didn't want to poke the bear any more than he already had.

As for Sarah, she sighed as she grabbed his hand. They yelped. Milla'iin grabbed them and flew to the top of the tower. He put them down. He looked around for any signs of the enemy. There were none so far.

The two teenagers remained quiet.

The Chieftain cursed himself as that question the boy asked came again to his mind. He couldn't push it aside. What did he want? All he did was continue on the path Aa'une put them in. It was the only thing they could do. It was their purpose. It was their destiny. There was no other option. All of the other options were to admit they weren't above the other tribes. They would only say that they were the same as the other tribes. They weren't.

Still, that parasitic thought remained. He spent most of his life learning how great their tribe was. That they had to fight to put the other tribes in their proper places. He had no other desire. He was trained to be a warrior that commanded his squadron when he was young. Before that, there was nothing else. It was just that.

What did he want? There was no actual answer on a personal level. He was what he was made to be. A Chieftain, and a warrior who fought for Aa'une's dream. The dream of the M'arrillians. There was nothing else.

The parasitic thought asked, "Still…what was the path you wanted to take?" A thought that asked something outside of what he learned.

He cut it short. This wasn't the time for that. He mentally cursed the human for putting such a thought in his brain. He waited for the enemies to come. He focused on the task at hand.

His tribe was counting on him. He had to carry on Aa'une's dream. If he didn't, would anyone else do it? Would they be able to carry the M'arrillians on a single mission. He had little faith if that would be the case. He crossed his tendrils together and waited.

Maxxor climbed out of the back of the truck when they arrived at their destination. He was followed by his soldiers.

Arias grumbled as he watched the other vehicles with other human soldiers.

They all greeted each other before they split into their respective squadron.

"They are already ready for the mission," the ram creature commented.

The ruler nodded, "Yes. From what they told us, we will strike at noon. In the meantime, we can check if everything is okay."

Intress asked, "Is it fine that they are with Chaor?"

"Chaor won't let his emotions get the best of him," Maxxor replied. He wasn't that certain. He didn't forget Chaor's reaction when Kaz was coded. Still, it wasn't in his hands now.

Intress asked a question that got his attention, "Maxxor. Do you think the Mipedians can save Tom and Sarah and get them out of here quickly?"

"Yes. Theb-Saar isn't with them, but he carefully picked his best soldiers to save those two teenagers."

"I'll believe in that," she sighed quietly.

The army prepared their battlegear for when the moment came.

Chaor grumbled as he watched the few M'arrillians who were with him.

Gal'drad and Vix'ben were talking with the others. It was especially the two prisoners they had that made him feel hesitant to see them as allies.

The ruler of the Underworld felt a bit uneasy to have them fight by his side. He wasn't present all the way when the others were stuck on that island. He had no idea if he could fully trust them or not. He had to bite his tongue and hoped that Maxxor wasn't being a complete fool by giving them a little bit of faith. As for himself, he decided that if they stepped out of line, he would give his thoughts. With his fist and fire abilities.

Chaor once again gazed at Rothar. He knew that Kazzy wanted him to tell him to back off from Cassandra. He had no idea why Rothar might be attracted to this woman. He agreed she was tough and brave, but those qualities weren't enough. Still, he saw Kazzy as his boy, so he shouldn't be that judgemental. His tail hit the ground at the inactivity.

His blue eyes stared at the blue sky. He wondered how long before they attacked, "Why do we have to wait?"

"From what the humans said, the M'arrillians might be expecting us in the morning. If we make them wait, the anticipation might exhaust them a little," Takinom replied.

Agitos nodded, "And they confirmed that the M'arrillians are in position around the city. They are waiting for us."

Rothar chuckled, "Guess they'll get annoyed when we make them wait too long. We'll tell them we overslept, just to piss them off," he got a glare from the other Underworlders and sighed, "Fine. We'll just crush them."

Chaor watched the humans put their battlegear in position. He could feel the tension in the air. The same one they had in Perim before a large battle. He pushed his annoyance on the side and cracked his fingers. It would soon be time to crush the enemy once and for all.

Meanwhile, Gal'drad watched the horizon. He couldn't see the city.

Aval'par was by his side, "What are you trying to see?"

"Trying to see if I can find a way not to kill Milla'iin. I don't think I can do it, but we could avoid much bloodshed if I do."

Vix'ben grumbled, "Good luck with that. Milla'iin is extremely stubborn. He won't just give up because we ask him nicely."

Gal'drad sighed sadly, "I know. The chances are low. I will still try it. If I can't, I have to be the one who stops him once and for all. A M'arrillian must be the one who must stop another M'arrillian."

"Don't put everything on your shoulders. I am the one who caused all this mess by letting him and the others come to the Cothica," Bahrakatan joined in the conversation. He put his hand on his chest, "We are all at fault here. I didn't stop in time."

"I didn't try to help Tom when the base was attacked," Aval'par sighed.

"I was loyal to Aa'une during the war to conquer Perim," Gal'drad sighed.

"Same here," Vix'ben replied. He crossed his arms, "Enough of these mushy feelings," he declared.

The M'arrillians nodded and prepared for the upcoming battle.

Odu-Bathax watched Wamma carefully. He saw that the big red beetle had a lot of energy.

Wamma couldn't stay in place. He walked around as he flexed his arms. His thoughts focused on making sure that Sarah would come out of this alive, safe and sound. He wouldn't fail her this time. He would save her and protect her.

The big blue bug wasn't sure how to handle Wamma. He never saw the creature like that. He often had to put him in line. He saw the big beetle napping many times before. Now, he was awake and ready for action. Much too ready to fight the M'arrillians.

"Wamma. Focus on the mission," Odu-Bathax warned him. He had a feeling it wasn't completely on the mission that he focused on.

"I am. I will make sure that the M'arrillians won't be able to stop the Mipedians from saving Sarah. I can't go there myself, but I'll make sure they can."

That was what the blue Danian thought, "Wamma!" He got his attention, "When we begin the fight, we stay in formation. We don't try to overextend until the two humans are out and safe."

"I won't," Wamma replied as he looked at his Battlemaster. He said, "Because if I do, I will fail Sarah again. I know what I have to do."

"And once she is safe?" Odu-Bathax asked.

The other Danians who were in the truck watched the mandiblor.

"Find Rol'doi and make him pay," he grunted.

The creatures knew the mind of the kind and lazy Wamma was filled with revenge.

AC: This is the end of this chapter.

Next is the second part.

The creatures and humans are in position and begin the assault.