40 - Conquest
Zion stood atop M'arzz.
He was the pinnacle of existence that governed half of the M'arzz. The Great General of the most powerful, yet-to-be named, country. The master of an undying army. The bringer of peace and chaos. Wielder of the most powerful weapon, Omnitrix.
He was standing in his chamber of controls, gazing at the billion Mechmorphs that had gathered. The Mechmorphs each armed with blaster. The Mechmorphs were gather to their march to war.
Zion body projected above the city, a giant that could be seen from miles away. He looked at his silent soldiers intently and began his speech.
"My soldiers, today we march for freedom, we march for peace. We have started the war of justice for the suppressed. We shall free and unite a broken race. We shall beat, or blast, the prejudice out of them.
Today we will conquer this whole planet and bring peace forever!!!"
Zion voice boomed across the planes, the echos marking the beginning of a new era.
"Mechmorphs!! You hate violence but violence is not the answer, its the question and the answer is YES! Do not worry, for I, your great General, will give you vacation for the next five months.
Now take up your guns and unite this planet under our banner."
Zion waited for the eruption of cheers but what greeted him was an absolute silence. The Mechmorphs were not the type to get hyped for something, it was not in their genetics.
"Whatever," Zion just shrugged at the silence. "Now go forth and conquer!!!"
At his command, the Mechmorphs performed a salute and turned toward the horizon. The Mechmorphs began their march in neat files like well trained soldiers. The billion Mechmorphs march was silent, like the spring breeze, but the winter was coming for Martians.
Zion grinned as he watched the Mechmrophs march to conquer, but he had doubts. "Trix, the orders are given?"
[Affirmative]
[Order: Conquer the planet.]
"Lets get this over with before trouble comes knocking at the door," Zion muttered as he gazed to the horizon.
"Is it ready?" Zion questioned.
[The complexity of the apparatus implies a prolonged timeframe for thorough assimilation and assessment.]
"Mark it as high priory and redirect other units to accelerate the process," Zion gave his order.
[Redirecting complete.]
[Accelerated of assembly: 110%]
...
The billion Mechmorphs crossed the dark ground of their home and stepped on the rusty sands of Mars. The March of the Mechmorps looked like the infestation of the plague, with billion ants expanding in all direction.
With each steps the Mechmorphs took the ground beneath them changed to that of their home ground. The infestation of Mechmorphs was spreading and they would take over the planet when they fully conquer the whole.
M'arzz would become home to Mechmorphs, and the Martians would be his citizens. Zion ever changing plan accounted for it. The war would cause the Martians to unite and he would govern the united race, not rule. He would look after the new united race and they would be under his protection.
His starting plan was only to terraform the planet, but observing the Martians changed his plans. Their prejudice against themselves and other species would be the cause of their demise.. So he changed the terraformation plans to conquer them after the crystal city was build.
He had packed everything in that crystal, most of his knowledge. The city was a device his backup to protect earth in his absence. The whole planet turning into a Mechmorph planet equals to having a titan battle ship with anti-matter cannon coupled with entropy shield.
***
-Martian city, Vallis Aquilo-
The Martians had been preparing for the War. They had sent scouts to gather intelligence on their enemy, and the news was not optimistic.
Their enemy had an uncountable soldiers while the Martian's only had about 2 million. Their enemy overwhelmed them in sheer number of combatants. On one side, a billion Mechmorphs, while on the other, a million capable Martians with less training.
So, the Martians decided to take their fight to their home ground. They have lived their whole life underground. They knew the subterranean tunnels like the back of their hands. They would also have more advantage within the tight space where the advantage of high number plummets.
The Martians were now waiting in the cities that would be first attacked. They had already evacuated the citizens to the capital. The enemy was attacking in all direction and in all their outer cities. The elite team was sent to each of this city to lay siege. They would attack the Mechmorphs and retreat. They would try to reduce the number of their enemy while gaining much insight about the enemies as possible.
V'orra T'ellon, the commander of operation in Vallis Aquilo, barked orders at his soldiers. His team consisted of 20 Green Martians (G'arrunn) and 30 White Martians (A'ashenn). Of course, the white Martians were not here of their own will.
They were the second class citizens and were drafted to be used in this war. They couldn't even retaliate against the G'arrunns as the 20 were well trained officers. They were also armed with weapons that Martians had forgotten since the old civil war.
The A'ashenn were pushed to the front lines, while the G'arrunns stayed behind.
A sudden ping on the commanders intercom alerted the Martians of the enemies arrival. They were in the underground tunnels. The would soon be in the city. The Martians his behind the building, masking their presence to surprise their enemy.
The Martians waited with their guns pointed at the dark tunnels, while hidden in buildings. The atmosphere tensed as a slight golden glow appeared at the end of the tunnel. The Martians gripped their blaster, their nerves tugging in stress.
Slowly, the glow approached.
Martians waited with their breaths grasped, their muscle tensed. They could also feel the nervousness of their comrades through the psychic link.
The Commander waited for the enemy to near before he ordered though their link. "Fire!!!"
The Martians pulled the trigger and shot out energy blasts without mercy. They were at war and they couldn't care about the other party's mortality. Hundreds of energy blast filled the tunnels, leaving no room for Mechmorphs to dodge.
The Mechmophs not minding one bit, walk forward as multiple holes appeared in their body. Their body regenerated as nanites replaced the old ones. The healing ability of the Mechmorphs came to use here as they march forward in wild fire without a care.
The Martians kept shooting, trying to take down many enemies as possible. but their efforts were just wasted. The Mechmorphs crossed the tunnel and arrived at the opening. The Martians retreated as the Mechmorphs flooded the empty city.
They(Mechmorphs) now had the Martians in sight and lifted their hand blaster. They had absorbed the blaster Zion gave them and upgraded them with their own nanites. The blaster glowed with golden energy.
The commander sensing danger dodged to the side.
A energy blast brisked past him and collided with the building behind him. The blast didn't break through, but covered the whole building before it disintegrated into a glowing golden cube.
V'orra T'ellon felt a chill as he saw the whole building turn into a tiny cube that he could hold in his palm. He didn't want to know what would happen if it had hit him. He quickly ordered his men to take cover, including the A'ashenn.
The Martians quickly used the building to take cover while firing back in retaliation. but Mechmorphs didn't care and rained hell fire on the Martians. The hundreds of Mechmorphs filling the Cavern raised their blaster in unison and fired the dehydration ray(Megamind).
The golden energy filled the sight for a moment before they collided with everything. The building, homes, signs, plants, some Martians. The energy enveloped them and turned them into a cube. The other Martians could only watch in horror as their comrades turned to small cubes.
'Everyone retreat, we will proceed with plan B," The commander gave his orders.
The Martians pulled back, using the remaining buildings and their high reflexes to avoid getting cubed{hehe, cubed}. But not all of them were fortunate enough to escape.
One of the untrained A'ashenn, was using a big chuck of sign board to protect himself as he retreated. He was filled with panic and was doing everything to stay alive. The A'ashen weaved between high building to avoid getting cubed.
The Mechmorphs clearly didn't miss the flying chunk, and concentrated their fire. The concentrated fire cubed all the building around the A'ashenn, cornering him in mid-air with nowhere to escape or hide.
Finally only the big sign was his only defense.
The Mechmorphs cubed the signboard, plunging the A'ashenn in dread as he watched the golden light approach and his death knock on his door. He froze, unable to move in sheer fear. While he was praying to god for the death to be painless, a force caught him by the leg and through him to the tunnel.
V'orra T'ellon had used his telekinesis to help the A'ashenn. With his density shifting, he was phasing through the blast like his well trained subordinates. They used their telekinesis to cannon Mechmoprhs in hope to slow them down.
They destroyed building with their strength and rained it on their enemies, slowing the Mechmorphs march and successfully retreated into the tunnel. V'orra T'ellon looked at his subordinates, he had lost 30 of them in this attack. only two A'ashenn remained in the total 30.
"Retreat," He ordered as them to move while hiding next to the tunnels mouth.
'Thank you, sir,' The A'ashen who was saved thanked him while the others retreated with the other G'arunn.
V'orra T'ellon didn't reply as he focused on the Mechmorphs marching. He waited until the Mechmorphs filled the city before bringing out a remote and detonating the explosive they had set.
The explosions rung in the closed cave, raining down boulders on the unexpected Mechmorphs. The whole cave collapsed on Mechmorphs head, squashing them like bugs. V'orra T'ellon watched in trepidation as they lost a city in this war.
He knew that this war would be hard fought but he wasn't expecting this much collateral damage, more like he didn't want to think. He then retreated as the boulders blocked the tunnels entrance, sealing the Mechmorphs inside.
He rushed though the tunnels, catching up with the retreating team. They mood of the team was down and they finally realized they were in war. V'orra T'ellon approached them gave them a encouragement pat.
"Lets go, we still have a war to fight," He lead the team forward through the intricate tunnels.
But he froze as he arrived at an intersection. The other Martians came to a halt, their eyes widening in shock and fear. if they had hair, it would have stood on end.
The other tunnels each had a slight golden glow, circuitry lines glowing in the dark. The circle eyes of Mechmorphs focused on them, their blasters glowing with power. They didn't wait for the Martians and fired.
V'orra T'ellon, standing at the front, was fazed by the attack. He felt the dread of the old war seeping though.
'Commander!!,' He was tackled, avoiding the blast by a hairs breath.
V'orra T'ellon rolled and took cover next to the wall. He saw who tackled him as he took cover. It was the A'ashenn he had saved, but the A'ashenn was engulfed by the golden glow and was cubbed.
He pulled the cube to him using his telekinesis. 'Sorry, I didn't even know your name.'
He turned to those that took cover like him. He could feel their fear through the link, they were scared, and now they were surrounded. He was the commander and he need to save at least one of them.
'Those who can phase, leave. Meet back ups at rendezvous point.' he ordered.
The Martians turned to their commander. 'Sir, not all of us can density shift.'
'This is war, sacrifices need to be made,' Commander replied with a hard look. 'Leave now!!'
The frightened Martians who knew density shifting phased though the walls and left the battlefield. The other shocked Martians who didn't know how to density shift could only watch in horror.
'Commander don't leave us here to die!!!" They called to the commander.
'Sorry,' The commander replied as he phased through the wall. The Mechmophs were already near and they caught the Martians easily.
...
The Martians phased though the cavern walls and arrived at the rendezvous point. The Martians were reduced to only 6 people. They were the elite of the M'hontrrs. They had trained for years to attain density shifting.
And they were never more grateful for it than today.
'Don't stand around, we need to inform the council about the enemies powers,' The commander popped in. He commanded the remaining troop to retreat, but the Martians hadn't realized something.
The walls of the dark cavern lit up with golden circuitry lines.
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