"Huh, you passed the Black Guardsmen? That's impressive, I thought nobody able to deceive that brute."
"It's not deceiving. He let us pass through willingly. And look, she's sitting on my Throne? How inconvenient."
"Isn't that woma—"
"Yes. The Red Dragon who rescued the Helecters during the Dark Friday Attacks. If returned lay claim to my Throne."
With upmost contempt, Akagi trolled Eliza, the current 19th Mutant Emperor of RMS. Despite Akagi exactly knew who she is, what's her purpose here, his crew behind haven't, apparently the mysterious woman whom playing behind the scenes changed her appearance of a mature woman yellow eyes, pointy ears, sharp fangs, and long golden-white hair which curls outward at the end, a glimpse of smaller version Akagi saw many years ago, of course she takes on several changes in appearance. Currently her true form depicts a woman in her mid-30s, wearing a large, red and black dress.
As they entered the Caledonian Royal Throne Hall, the crew Misaki looked around over the Hall's surrounding pillars and wall, painted with ancient scripture. Epigraphy "inscription" written in a language certainly not from this country, arguably not from earth. And the famous Maha Throne: a massive biomass-coated royal ceremonial chair for the Mutant sovereign utilising ancient, advanced biomechanical technology dating to the very formation of the tomb of the Mutant's First Generation that made the Maha Throne, hundreds of their rotting flesh were subsequently melted down by the fiery flames of Vector's overheated Plasma, bathed the structure with advanced chemical and sprayed with fragrance which prevents the Throne from decomposing, oozes a good smell then beaten and mashed into a throne of imposing appearance. Multiple bones and skull still visible outside, grotesquely stylized to resemble its authority to supreme-level, also a metonym referring to the monarchy that rules the five other pocket dimension realms and the authority of the monarchy. It's all according to Mutanic mythos.
"Nakajo. What's the meaning of this?"
"News. My lord, I come to the Caledonian Palace with treasonous news."
Overly aggrieved Katsuo Ogomi. Eliza's, or Mutant Emperor's current Counseloiar demanded. After Tomotaki's capture by Ogomi's hands during the Dark Friday events, like Mikoto Mayumi, he and Doctor Frederick brainwashed him, made him forget all his life in the military. Make him loyal servant, prior to this he never rebellious as until now.
"What kind of treason?"
"The current Lord of Valhallal of Asian Branch; Lord Malcolm Denon is now dead, killed by the Imperium military. With the flooding evidence, as I witnessed his demise...."
Tomotaki paused turned his head, glanced at Akagi for a moment, gave a derisive smile.
"As the 19th Mutant Emperor of RMS. Akagi Shinsuke nominated me as the new Lord of the Valhallal Asian Branch."
"What!????"
Tomotaki's proposal was beyond outrageous, regardless he himself killed Malcolm in his fighting arena, he has confidence to took over Valhallal's seat in Asia, aligning with Akagi and his men as they simply intend to usurped the Maha Throne if everything fails. Don't give the RMS's hierarchy a chance to get back on their feet, before a decision is made by the other Mutant Lords aboard.
Apparently Tomotaki grew of a sense of awareness about how the game of supremacy has play, especially in Asian domain; there two types of people: crooks and the rotters. Crooks, also referred as the lions who dominates their preys cause they have the power to do so, while the rotters aka the hyenas who feeds on carrion, alongside with the Crooks, meantime sucked their strength dry, until Crook unable to function properly, bound to collapse into the void and perished. And the rotter, just pounced at other Crook's back.
Tomotaki's situation is kind of similar. Switch side whomever holds maximum chance of success. The twisted chronicle of War of Secession between various Mutant factions or individuals wasn't new thing, the conflict date back before it even founded.
"Now after all been set, kindly leave my Throne."
"Your Throne?"
"Yes. Why else I would show my pretty face to all? I am Akagi Shinsuke, son of Akashi Shinsuke, 18th and the real Mutant Emperor and I will take what's rightfully mine: The Maha Throne."
"Akashi Shinsuke was one of the many usurpers who rebelled my rule, I am the first Mutant Emperor, and will be. I here to create a new permanent order against the Royal Mutants Society's voraciousness, enough blood had been shed, another young idealistic usurper like you, don't understand of the delicacy of situation upon my return."
"Maybe I don't, yet again what's in it for me? I am not just some kind of a halfwit, when it comes to acts my well-calculated plans, they're astonishingly good at putting the squeeze on people. And I don't see any beneficial interest for me to use."
"You. Who are you to claim for the Throne?"
"Who me? Come on, you're smarter than that, I was just a lab coat wearing depressed ace student of MRC's TI, swinging around on the Swivel-Chair when I was bored, shoved my eyes on the microscope when at work, no friends, no hopes, and no purpose. Father encountered with you during the 36's outbreak, referred you as the Woman to Hiroshi. You and Akashi not in the right terms, grew antagonism. The story of the woman in white hair vanished in 2036's era and, became unheard ever since Until you came at my path, disguise as a little helpless girl in distress. It was you, wasn't you? 8 years ago, that fateful night, the crying girl in tunnel, who unleashed the Imperium's experimental Vector, waiting for Redtron, my father to lure him in, didn't you? Unfortunately, I was the one caught in your trap."
"Hehe. I don't know what's you talking about. Guards take them away!"
"Hold Eliza, is this boy really the son of Akashi Shinsuke?"
"What if he does!? What it has to do with you?"
Before the remaining RMS's Guardian would attack Akagi's crew, Ogomi stopped the Guardians, began to inquire Eliza, with her rebuke put more her suspicious.
"I asked you a question?"
"I can prove that. I am his son because... I can use this."
"... Impossible!"
Akagi stepped forward with the active Platinum Sceptre glowing in blue. Shocked Ogomi at sight, the shiny Platinum coated Sceptre he saw at hands of the last Imperator Victor X, he remembered handing the Sceptre over his last supporters to hide it over Caucasus mountain, Georgia. The sceptre at Akagi's hand wasn't the reason Ogomi was shocked so much, seeing the Sceptre active, glowing its glowing blue sparkles within its core.
"The Platinum Sceptre! In Active state!?"
"Oh? Katsuo Ogomi know what that is. Shall I call the Father Doyle to place judgment?"
When at comes to strategy Akagi Shinsuke is, first and foremost, a brilliant planner. Able to manipulate events with supreme skill. As the situation went towards Akagi's favours, he started another scheme, using the Sceptre to ensure his success
"Is it wise to summon.... the Archpriest of Trinihism here... Shinsuke?"
"Why not? She claims the Maha throne. I want the throne as well. Let him decide who's sit on the Maha Throne and rule Mutant kind."
Even the most feared, deadly Mutant, Ogomi himself stammered anxiously, once he heard of Doyle, A.K.A The Protector, Archpriest/Pope of Mutanic religion of Holy Trinihism the master of a genetical or Mutanic discipline, having devoted many standard years of service to the Aether or Deus Mutantacus in that area of study.
The thing, the alien, the Being, like the Black Guardsman, the Archpriest's origin and identity largely unknown, if not even more. Some say he's the devil of the underworld, while some proclaims, he's a messiah whose flesh has largely been captivated with permanent Mutanic black and glowing red biomass, bringing him closer to the ideal of the Mutant God (Aether).
However, despite Doyle's fearsome reputation, no one alive really saw him in person, his stories fade into old Mutanic legends, no one here ready to believe either, like one rude RMS's Guardian, instead, guarding the Palace and follow orders, running his mouth during an inconvenient moment,
"Scoff. Oh please... Like we're living in the middle-ages, the Doyle, the Pope. It's all rubbish, I suggest we screw the discipline and follow our.... hushhh—"
*Gash*
Soon after, a throwing, wide, long-range Noryoku-blade appeared out of nowhere, ruthlessly gouged right in the middle of that grumbling Guardian's head, cuts his head in two, blood flows out of the skull as he collapse dead instantly without finishing his rambling.
"Code of discipline and moral teachings is one of Mutanic virtues. Rules, commandments and code, something that separates us from the animals and the humanity's petty ethics..."
Everyone's silent eyes steady towards voice, Doyle, the blood red coloured robe wearing very uncanny being appeared from the shadows. Appearance fits the legend's description, The Mutant's law keeper not above killing anyone who dared suggest the they should overlook the Code—as he demonstrated already. The Archpriest is a feared individual, the fear of suffering of his uncanny wrath made the Valhallal Lords obedient to the law, prevent them to kill each other, and plunge RMS's system into further chaos.