Previously: The Robotech Masters unleashed their Zentraedi war slaves against the Quintessons. In an effort to distract the Zentraedi from exterminating their race, the Quintessons conned The Shadows into war with The Robotech Masters. The Masters, naturally, sent the Zentraedi to defend them.
“Dolza is dead.”
That was all of the report that Khyron needed to say.
Azonia looked stunned but Breetai held onto a stoic expression. The ach in his stomach more closely matched Azonia’s reaction.
Their great leader, the mighty Dolza was no more. Oldest of all Zentraedi. The first created by the Robotech Masters.
As a warrior race, The Zentraedi accepted death. They felt emotion but had long ago learned how to stifle it.
This however, was too much to bear.
They had gathered as many surviving commanders as they could. All aboard Breetai’s flagship. After the long difficult war with The Shadows, that didn’t leave many.
“What are we going to do?” someone asked. Everyone looked at Breetai. It was the logical choice. Breetai was the third oldest and second most powerful of all their race. What he said, was how things would be.
“This is the Robotech Masters’ fault.” Azonia seethed as Breetai took to long to answer. Her fists were clenched as were here teeth. It was obvious that she was trying to keep from crying. When no one chastised her she ranted on. “They send us against their enemies. We fight so that they can prosper! This is the end of it. I won’t fight for them anymore.”
Several Zentraedi looked on with various expectations. Some waited for Breetai to kill her right there for her sacrilege. Others tearfully nodded in agreement. But there was only one who could take charge and focus the Zentraedi in their path ahead.
Breetai inhaled deeply.
“We will not abandon our creators.” He said heavily.
Khyron spoke up. “I don’t know about you, Breetai, but I’m sick of fighting for their causes. If we banded together, we could crush the Robotech Masters and begin to conquer for ourselves. We could decide our own enemies.”
“You would never get the chance Backstabber.” Said Exedor. He purposely used Khyron’s subtitle to gain his attention. Khyron the Backstabber had been known to kill his own troops for not performing well. It had been an expectation for quite some time that he would try to lead some kind of rebellion.
Exedor, the second clone warrior created, had fallen away from field combat or even command. He was so old and so close to the Robotech Masters that he understood much of the history and relationship. He explained himself.
“The Robotech Masters have a failsafe for when such dissonant sentiments arise. Written in our DNA is a self-destruct code. That will immediately kill any or all of us at the first sign of betrayal. It was used once. Breetai remembers. That is the reason why there are so few ancient Zentraedi alive.”
“You see?” Azonia bellowed. “We are nothing more than tools for them! They won’t give us the knowledge to repair our own ships and weapons! We barley have enough medical knowledge to patch ourselves up on the battlefield! The Shadows came after the Robotech Masters but who is it that fought them? Us!”
“What can we do?” Breetai scowled. “They gave us life! They can take it away! We are in no position to question the Robotech Masters! Weather we like it or not, we are at their mercy therefore we are in their service.”
Exedor seemed hesitant to speak up but he did. “What if there was a way to shut off the self-destruct code in our DNA?”
Every Zentreadi in the room whirled on him.
“I don’t know myself, but… there are civilizations out there that could help us.”
“I won’t go to the micronians!” Azonia barked. “I won’t!”
“Actually, Azonia, I was thinking of someone else. Masters of DNA manipulation. The Invid.”
“No!” said nearly every present Zentraedi followed by a legion of expletives.
Exedore huffed loudly. “Since the logical choice is out of the question for all of you, I have an alternative.”
His statement was an obvious opening for a surprise guest.
The smell of sulfur and brimstone came first. Then an echo of a scream followed by a chorus of others. By the time the smoke and fire appeared in the middle of the room, the Zentraedi had their guns out and trained.
Exedore calmly waited for his guest to fully appear before advising his colleagues to put away their weapons.
“This is Neuron. He is willing to help us.”
The demon smiled graciously.
“I can eliminate the flaw in your DNA. You are great destroyers. The only thing you need to do to repay me for this kind act is to let your destruction come under my name. The souls of the lives you end will flow to me.”
Breetai’s nose flared at the proposal, but most of the others were already starting to cheer him. They gathered around their savior and thanked him for his generosity. It was a much of an agreement as Neuron needed.
Now that they could not be destroyed at the push of a button, The Zentraedi were free to do as they pleased. They could fight whomever they desired. Their enemies were whoever they said they were.
The first declared enemy. The first ones that the free Zentraedi would fight.
The Robotech Masters.
Consider this a full scale, long term war.
Do the Zentraedi destroy their former masters?
Or do the Robotech Masters know the Zentraedi too well to be defeated by them?