"Shit! Darzerb, look out!"
Darzerb didn’t waste any time
asking what he was talking about, which Zektor was profoundly
grateful for, he just transformed. The blast of fiery heat
seared the air, and also gave Aptom a few good third-degree
burns. The bastard actually
thought that I would let him get his filthy mitts on another one
of my friends, Zektor growled
mentally.
"Aptom?! How the hell did
you
manage to get in here?"
"I ate one of the guards," Aptom said,
grinning hungrily at them. "Now I think I’m going to eat one of
you."
"Oh, is that what you think?" Zektor
snarled, seething. "Well, cannibal, you’re about to find out
that we of the Hyper Zoanoid Team Five don’t go down so easily."
Aptom giggled, slowly and
languorously standing back up.
Damn, he’s hot… I did not just think
that! Zektor mentally ranted.
This is Aptom! This is the
bastard who ate two of my friends alive! This is the bastard who
wants to have Darzerb and me for a quick snack! I don’t care if
he looks really good in the buff or that he has nice abs! I hate
the fucking son of a bitch!
Zektor focused on all of his rage
at Aptom, all of the seething hatred that he felt toward the
Lost Unit for murdering and then
eating
two of his friends. Though it was mostly his rage about Elegen
that kept Zektor from wondering just how the scars on Aptom’s
face would feel under his tongue.
"It’s time to die, cannibal!" Zektor
shouted, as he transformed into his huge Hyper Zoanoid form.
Before Aptom could say another word,
indeed before the renegade Lost Unit could take even a single
step, the laser set atop Zektor’s head had punched a hole almost
the size of a bowling ball in Aptom’s upper chest. Aptom,
evidently trying to repair himself somehow, turned into some
bizarre amalgamation of all of the Zoanoids and Hyper Zoanoids
he’d presumably absorbed to get into this place.
Well, at least I don’t have to
worry about any more erotic fantasies,
Zektor chuckled to himself. No
one could have any erotic fantasies about
that
thing! Then Zektor became
deadly serious. Aptom was injured now, which would make it all
the easier for Zektor and Darzerb to kill him. And kill him they
would, but only after they’d made him suffer for what he had
done to Elegen and Zancrus.
XxXxX
They had reached the center of the
Relic by now, he and Agito, and the room they stood in was even
larger than any of the other areas that they had had to pass
through on their way here. There were no controls in evidence
though, no way that Sho could see for anyone to pilot this ship.
But if this is the cockpit,
there has to be some way for us to gain control of the Relic. I
mean, that’s why we came here in the first place.
"Prof. Odagiri, I think that it is safe
to say that we have made it to the navigation control center,"
Agito said.
"Good work, you two," Prof. Odagiri
said, sounding relieved. "You should be able to gain control of
the Relic from there."
Again, Sho had to wonder just how they
were going to be able to do that. That was when Sho felt the
familiar tingle in his forehead that meant that the Control
Medal was reacting to something.
"Agito, my Control Medal…" Sho began,
then trailed off as he saw that Guyver III’s Control Medal
reacting the same way.
"Yes, mine too," Agito said, somewhat
unnecessarily.
The tingling in Sho’s forehead became
more intense, and he saw that Agito’s Control Medal was glowing
more brightly as well. The room that they were standing in lit
up suddenly, letting Sho finally get a real look at how large
the room they were in was. There were a few gasps from the comm
set-up on Sho’s back, but other than that there was silence from
the people.
But just because there were very few
human sounds coming over the comms didn’t mean that all was
silent inside the Relic. There was an odd swooshing-hum coming
from the walls and floor. For a moment Sho thought back to the
place that he and Agito had just come through. The place where
the three Guyver Units had been stored.
He wondered just what the large object
that had been dug out of the center of the Guyver holders could
have possibly been. Prof. Odagiri had said that, whatever it
was, it had probably been related to the Guyvers somehow. Now
that, whatever it was, was in the hands of Chronos Sho just
hoped that it wouldn’t be anything that could cause trouble for
them.
A glow from a pedestal set into the
center of the room drew Sho’s attention back to the situation at
hand. There was something on that pedestal, something that drew
Sho’s attention like a magnet. It looked almost like the Control
Medal that he and Agito had, but larger. It was also more
obviously a sphere. Sho would have guessed that the glowing
sphere was about the size of a softball.
"That metal sphere in the center, that
looks just like the Control Medal," Tetsuro said, his interest
plainly obvious even over the slight distortion of the comm.
Sho, getting a strange feeling, craned
his neck to look up at the ceiling. "Tetsuro, there’s one on the
ceiling, too. What do you think they are?"
Before Tetsuro could think of anything
to say in response to Sho’s question, both metallic spheres
started to glow with an intense light. Sho was puzzled,
wondering just why they were glowing. It probably had something
to do with his and Agito’s Control Medals, but Sho wondered just
what the connection could be.