Chapter 8-Final Conquest Part 1
This is part 1 to the 3 part Final Conquest story arc.
Battra was caught off guard by the two Muto warriors. His large eyes and excellent hearing made it very easy to find them. Taking them out was relatively easy. Two well placed slices of his forearms cut both of them in half. The Mutos were more shocked than Battra was. Battra didn't know how to respond to this betrayal. He didn't trust the Prime that much but he still had some respect for him. But he would use this betrayal to his advantage. After all, the men he commands trust his orders more than the Prime's. After the two corpses hit the ground, he decapitated them and clutched them in his arms. He would fly back to his camp and show them the betrayal that the Prime has made. Battra's rise to power was almost like clockwork.
Battra sets down in the middle of the camp. His large black wings take up much of the available space in the courtyard. All the Mutos in the camp turn around and look towards their leader. Battra climbs to a small hill to stand on. He drops the two Muto heads on the ground. Everyone falls silent. Battra begins to speak.
"A terrible act has befallen us all. Today, two assassins were sent to eliminate me. They failed."
A gasp goes through the crowd. Battra silences them with one of his forearms.
"They were sent by your very own supreme leader, the Muto Prime."
Murmurs of anger ripple through the crowd. Some gasp, some stay silent.
"But this attack on my life is not only a betrayal towards me, but to all Muto kind. When I joined your cause, we gained more territory in less time than ever before. We toppled the unstoppable defenses of the South, and pushed all the way to here in less than a couple of weeks. This betrayal, however poorly executed, was meant to cripple the Prime's own forces, and halt our assault. This is treason of the highest order."
Many Mutos now are visibly angry. Many of them are shouting in anger. Battra silences them again.
"We shall not let a traitor lead us anymore! He might be allying himself with Dagon as we speak. We need to act. There are around 6,000 Mutos in this camp alone. We have enough men to storm the throne room and eliminate this traitor. There is no better time than now. Get ready, my soldiers, because tonight, after we defeat the Prime, we will begin...The Final Conquest!" Battra shouts to the sky as he holds one of his forearms in the air. His wings are outstretched behind him.
All the Mutos shout in support and in anger. They want blood, and they will get it. Battra takes flight and all the Mutos that can fly take off with him. The rest run after them. Battra has done the impossible, usurped the most powerful being by sheer force of words.
Three days of long traveling later…
Battra's forces arrive in the Andes and regroup behind a nearby mountain. The entrance to the underground fortress is shielded by two massive doorways and surrounded by two guards. Battra sends one of his messengers to open the doors. No-one suspects anything. All is going to plan. After a few tense seconds, the doors open. Then, with two elegant slices, the two guards are killed. The rest of the Mutos charge the door. Battra is leading them on the wing.
There was little resistance. The couple dozen or so guards that were in station were quickly trampled and stomped to death by the wave of attackers. By the time the Prime is warned of the assault, the last remaining guards were killed. The huge doors to the throne room were blown apart. And now 60 Mutos and Battra stand before the Prime. The Muto Prime speaks.
"I see you survived your assassination attempt, Battra. How shocking. Oh well, it doesn't matter. You will be dead shortly by my hands anyway," The Prime looks at the other Mutos.
"And you brought my best men, what did you tell them to make them betray me? Your attempt will be futile. You are mere mortals compared to me." Battra steps forward.
"In order to preserve the campaign against the Kaiju, and to ensure the stability and longevity of the Muto Supremacy, I charge you with high treason and have come to arrest you. Your rule is over, Prime. Stand down, or you will be forced to." Battra flairs his wings. His pinchers clack with anger.
"So you have chosen...death. So be it."
A deafening roar filled the room as the Prime slams his massive forearms onto the ground. The Mutos do the same and charge him. Battra takes flight and screeches at him. The two sides collide in a spray of blood. Several Mutos are instantly crushed to death under the Prime's massive frontal legs. Another one is bitten out of the sky and torn apart. The Muto's attacks can't penetrate the Prime's thick armor. Within seconds, 10 Mutos are dead. Most of them lay in pieces across the floor. Battra makes diving attacks and slices deep into the Prime's back and shoulder area. More Mutos pour in from the entrance to help Battra's cause.
10 minutes in, and almost 100 Mutos are dead. The rest are holding back the Mutos that are still loyal to the Prime outside. The Prime is busy with one tough six-legged Muto when Battra sees an opportunity. He dives down and jumps on the Prime's back. He opens his pinchers as wide as they can and clamp them down on the Primes's neck. He roars in pain as blood shoots everywhere. The Prime slings his head around and throws Battra off into a wall. He slides down and is stunned. The Prime tears apart the other Muto and charges Battra. Battra jolts to the side to avoid a ground smash. He slides under the Prime and slices his belly with all six of his legs. Blood spurts all over Battra and the ground. The Prime's internal organs spill out onto the ground. He collapses. Battra climbs on top of him and uses his sharp front legs to penetrate deep into the Prime's back. The Prime roars in agony as he begins to die. The other Mutos run towards him but Battra stops is his fight. He gets close to the Prime's bloody face. His ragged breathing signifies that death is near. The Prime speaks in a scraggy tone.
"You always were a slimy one. You will do nothing but cause our destruction. Just wait Battra, soon, a new Alpha will arrive. One who will destroy you. And he won't fail to do so."
"It's a shame you won't live to see that happen. I have taken your place. You are finished."
Battra clamps his pinchers around the Primes head and crushes the Prime's neck. His disconnected head drops to the ground. The life in his eyes fade. The last Muto Prime is no more. Battra looks towards his men. They all stare at him for a second and then bow to him. Battra walks to the throne with his wings hanging behind him like a cape. His red eyes glow intensely. He sits down on the rocky throne and glances towards his commander.
"Commander, tell the rest of the Mutos that I am now their Supreme Leader. Execute any who are now loyal to me. After you are finished send every able bodied soldier to cross the line. This war will end tonight. And soon, I will rule all of Kaiju-kind."
"As you wish, supreme leader." He bows and walks out with the rest of the Mutos. Outside the Mutos are chanting a phrase that will soon be heard throughout the world.
"All hail Battra."
Hello again. It's only been three days since I last posted but I wanted to write this chapter so bad. I love this Battra story arc and I hope y'all do to. Although Battra now rivals Dagon in terms of power, someone bigger is coming…stay tuned...