Epidemic part3

Day 3

          "What do we have" Ira says looking at the Guyver Corpse on a medical table. Josh and Shendal have been looking over it for hours.

          "Well, so far, not much. This Virus directly attacks the C-Medals tendrils to the brain. This causes the human to rely on primal insticts and he shorly goes insane. Of corse, we have no worries about that, considering Gregs already Loony Bin material" Josh says straightning his gloves.

          "Far as we can tell, it then spreads to the C-Medal and begins to devour it's internal systems. But it also spreads to the body and eats at the proteins in the Armor. This causes the rapid decay" Shendal says. "We know it has only got to the C-Medal in Warrior. But since his Guyver Unit is in Hyperspace, we can't diagnose it and see how fast it's going. We must go with what Greg said about eight days".

          Ira looks down. The Guyver Unit has no legs and a hole in his right side. "We can only guess the horrors aboard that ship. But we have another problem".

          "What" Josh says tearing the eye out of the Guyver.

          "Chronos knows of the ship. And although Greg destroyed the C-Medal of the ship, it still is recoverable. It's possible they can use the technology aboard the ship" Ira says.

          "Oh goody" Greg says clinging to the wall walking in. His body is thin and bony. He seems under nourished.

          Shendal grabs her face mask off and grabs his arm. "You need to get in bed".

          "No" Greg says ripping his arm away in anger. "We have to stop Chronos".

          Shendal grabs his arm and pulls him away into the next room.

          "She's mean" Ira says.

          Josh smiles. "It's for his own good. You remember like I do how he is. You were with us in Morocco. The old War Clan. Pre-Warrior Guyver, Assassin Guyver, James and I. We were a great team".

          Ira nods. "Yeah I know. He's a stubborn basterd".

CHRONOS MOON BASE

        "I Have news" Vulcan says stepping into the throne room. Alkanphal sits on the chair. Vulcan is the first in a New line of Hyper Zoanoids. He is a new type of Elegen.

          "Yes" Alkanphal says.

          Vulcan kneels. "All of the Aqua scouts were killed, but one. A frightened Cadan hid. He said Assassin killed his friends and she took the corpse of a Guyver".

          "What would Assassin be doing with a Guyver Corpse. And more importantly, how can a Guyver have a corpse. Send all the Aqua Omegas we have to that location. And dispose of the Cadan, no one cowers in Chronos" Alkanphal says. He waves his hand sending Vulcan away. Alkanphal stands and looks at a screen. He presses a button.

          The three Guyver Zoanoids sit around in human form talking to some Chronos scientists. All females. "Guyver Zoanoids. Go with Commander Vulcan to the Ship. You are to protect the Zoanoids".

          "Yes sir" The three say in unison dropping the girls they were talking to.

Forbidden Island

          Shendal sits over the corpse of the Guyver. She has discovered that the Virus was created. If it was accidental remains to be seen. But it's programming is very precise.

          Shendal has been able to do little for Greg in his state. The Virus continues to wreak havoc on his body and soul. Already his mind is becoming worse. His Pulse has dropped and his tone has become whiter.

          Ira sits next to him on his bed. You can hardly recognize the once Mighty Warrior Guyver. He appears white and ghost like. His hair is thinning and bald spots have already shown.

          "Make sure Jarrod does not see me" Greg says looking at Ira.

          Ira forces the tears back. "Alright. Were doing everything we can".

          "I know" he says. "I know".

          Ira walks into the lab to see Shendal. "Can Chronos help".

          Shendal looks up at Ira. "Why would they".

          "Greg told me never to tell anyone this, but he and Alkanphal were once friends. And he still considers him one. Alk might help us out" Ira says.

          Shendal looks at the screen displaying a form of the Virus. It is spider-like. "History never said that".

Creator Wreckage

        Guyver Slasher walks around the Omega Zoanoids as they fling the wreckage around. His Guyver Unit allows him to breath under water. So he can supervise them.

          Vulcan walks near him. "They are making good time".

          Guyver Slasher nods. "Yes. Being the Vetren I am, I kinda envy their strength. In our days only the Hypers like you could do that".

          Vulcan nods. "Yes. I remember. Luckily I was able to convince Balcus to take a Chance on me".

          "I can't believe I was able to get the Guyver Unit" Guyver Slasher says crossing his arms. "Being the pathetic little Ramotith I was, I was incredibly stupid. Somehow the Guyver fixed my brain when the Zoanoid Process killed it".

          "Creator Technology is very unpredictable" Vulcan says looking at the Cadan Omegas toss the equipment aside.

          Zertax looks above the wreckage. Alkanphal asked him to spy on them. Since they are fine he decides to leave. Warriors are not supposed to be sneaks. They face danger head on. Zertax flies into space and looks around. He flies towards the moon and lands. The Base in underground and heavily guarded. The Ark was bringing materials to the moon to finish the base when it was destroyed. The base is stripped with creator technology.

          Zertax walks into the throne room and does not see Alkanphal.

          He turns to the Proto-Zoalord Guardian. "Where is Lord Alkanphal".

          The Proto-Zoalord knows his power. "Uh..., He left to Forbidden Island".

          Zertax looks closer at the tiny Zoalord. "Where is that".

          "I don't know. Only Alkanphal knows. He doesn't have it in his files either" The Proto-Zoalord says. He then understands what he just said.

          Zertax's eyes shine a blood red. "You have been looking huh". Zertax grabs the face of the Proto-Zoalord. His hand squeezes and crushes the face. He then tosses him out the air duct and fires his Hand Laser. The Proto is evaporated.

FORBIDDEN ISLAND

        Alkanphal floats in front of the powerful shield that surronds Warriors Home. Even at his power he can't break it. But he's tried.

          "What does that yellow lizard want" Greg says looking at the TV. The security cameras look at him.

          Greg turns on the mic. "What is it Alk".

          "I must speak to you. I found some information that we should both know" Alkanphal says looking at the camera.

          Greg smiles. "Can it wait. I feel a little under the weather".

          Alkanphal shakes his head. "I'm afraid not".

          "If I let you in, promise not to attack Ira or Shendal" Greg says looking at Alkanphals face through the Camera.

          "I swear" Alkanphal says. Greg switches on another mic.

          "Ira, Shendal, don't freak out. I'm letting Alkanphal in" Greg says. He presses a button and the shield drops.

MOON BASE

          Zertax looks at the device next to the throne. It is a wordpad. It displays odd characters. "This is the Creator Language. Odd, normally they just talk telepathically". Unfortunately, Zertax can't read it. So he carries the pad to the Zoanoid Scientists.

          "Translate this and send it to me in my room" Zertax says handing the pad to the Hyper Zoanoid in charge.

          Zertax steps in his room and a light blinks on the monitor. "That was quick" he says flipping on the screen.

          THIS IS THE ADVENT HIGH COMMAND JIBBLE

          WE HAVE DETECTED ODD READINGS FROM THE

          CHILD RACES PLANET FERED3. INVESTIGATE.

          BE CAREFUL, POSSIBLE ALKANPHAL SURVIVED

          AND THE WARRIOR UNIT WAS LOST IN THAT

          LOCATION. DISPATCH THE JY-TAKI.

          "Whats the Jy-Taki" Zertax says.

FORBIDDEN ISLAND

        "Watch yourself" Ninja says escorting Alkanphal to Gregs room.

          Alkanphal turns to Ninja. He only smiles. He opens the door to Gregs room and sees him.

          "My god" Alkanphal says. "What's happened".

          Alkanphal comes close to Greg. "Virus.  What's so urgent".

          "I pray for the best Greg. But you understand I can't help you" Alkanphal says. Greg smiles. "I intercepted a message from the Advent High Command. They have sent a group to investigate here".

          "The most powerful thing creators have are Zoalords. What's the problem" Greg says looking at Alkanphal. Even as friends and enemies. Alk wishes he could help.

          "They are sending Jy-Taki" Alkanphal says.

          Greg's eyes widen to there fullest. Which isn't much now. "Impossible. That technology couldn't be completed".

          "Well obviously it did. Because the High Command was using Sub-Light bands, so it wasn't exactely Top Secret". Alkanphal bends to his knees.

          Greg shakes his head. "I must get better. The Jy-Taki could be even more powerful then you. We'll have quite a fight, you and I". Alkanphal nods in agreement.

          "Maybe, we might just have to call a truce for the time being" Alkanphal says. He touches Greg's forehead. "How can you get this bad. Your Guyver should heal".

          "This Virus is unlike anything ever. It's..." Greg pauses to realign his sight. "It's infecting the Guyver Unit itself".

          Alkanphal is shocked. "How aren't the others infected".

          Greg shrugs his shoulders. "The Unit G's on that ship were altered in similar ways to mine. Seems they were attempting to recreate the Warrior Technology. Another experiment went on there to. It caused a Virus that infected the Units and Creators. When the humans of the ship escaped they merged with units and went through similar things as I. But they could not control themselves considering they were still unevolved and incredibly stupid. Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of War" Greg says phrasing Alkanphals favorite author.

          Alkanphal smiles. "I must leave and examine myself. My creator blood may be subjective".

          "If the Jy-Taki come friend" Greg says grabbing Alk's shirt. "I will help you defeat them. Although I have no hatred of the creators, in fact I'm their protector, I am the humans savior. Which is why I battle you".

          "I will have revenge friend" Alkanphal says.

          "If you can fight me. I won't allow the entire population of earth to become Zoanoids. Even if you use your technology to clone Zoanoids you cannot battle the Creators head on".

          "I have no such technology" Alkanphal says. Greg laughs. "Besides, I have plans".

          "They better be good. We may need them against the Jy-Taki" Greg says smiling. Alk leaves going into his Zoalord form and flying off.

          "Curse you creators. My family and friends suffer because of you. Greg and I truly have mixed interests to you and this War. But we are friends. And I won't let you kill him. Only I and my Zoanoids will" Alkanphal says burning with extreme anger. A blue glow emmiting from his body.

WHO ARE THE JY-TAKI. AND WHEN SHALL THEY ARRIVE. WHAT DOES ALKANPHAL PLAN TO DO NOW THAT HIS GOOD FRIEND WARRIOR IS INCAPACITATED. AND WILL WARRIOR SURVIVE.

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