Disclaimer: This is a fan-fic based on characters created by Yoshiki Takaya and contains violent situations with adult language. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.

Planet Earth

It was nearly six years ago that Chelsea and Megan escaped that world, only to show up on a more desolate one. One void of life and atmosphere. The one that Chelsea called home as the Phantom Guyver.

Chelsea remembers that day, when her life completely changed. The guyver called BioGuyverX and her were sent swirling through time by the TRANS. They were split apart, and Chelsea was lost in time. She felt decades pass in matters of moments, and out of nowhere her consciousness became aware again. She fell to earth. But not the earth she remembered. She found herself surrounded, not by zoanoids and chronos, but Guyvers!

This world was swarming with them. Guyvers covered the globe. Untold millions. Phantom met all sorts of kinds, even some that would have given the old W’Kar a good fight, back when he was still called 'Warrior’.

But that was no where near the worst. After Chelsea arrived, she ran into Megan. Megan did not recognize her, and was still using the Firepower upgrade and was weak compared to the rest of the guyvers on the world. Chelsea and her hid, running from the dangers of the world. Chelsea searched desperately for a couple years to find some way home, but to no avail.

Suddenly, out of no where, it happened. The last surviving member of the ancient zoalord race, a weak little zoalord girl named Elera, activated a guyver unit. This had an instant effect on everyone. Suddenly the fights between guyvers, clans and such, no longer mattered. Janis, as she called herself, set out to eradicate the guyvers of the world as they killed her people.

Janis was unstoppable. She was easily a few multiple hundred times the power of any guyver on the planet, and easily began their slow and painful extermination.

Then came a glimmer of hope. Chelsea heard rumors of some guyvers escaping Janis’ judgment in France. Was it possible a TRANS device existed there? If so, it was too good a thing to be true. Reluctantly, Megan followed Chelsea to France where they actually did find her escape means. But it was no TRANS device. When they arrived, a young guyver male told them that the device was called a 'Portal’, and it was left by the dead creator race. It had the power to transport any guyver anywhere they wished.

However, disaster struck. Janis came looking for this portal and blasted apart the mountain it was buried deep in. The three of them escaped, barely. But the other male was sent off somewhere else, while Megan and Chelsea were propelled by Chelsea desire for home. And they found it.

Megan was tired. She was tired of running, fighting and struggling. Everything in her life was a struggle so far. She struggled to grow in a world full of death, and finally got her own power only for it to be useless against giant guyver powerhouses. Then, she gets tossed here, into this wasteland.

This earth saw it’s last day centuries ago. Peoples bones cover the world, destroyed buildings and death. You can’t go outside without your guyver armor on. If you do, the burning heat will melt your skin off. Not to mention the fact the planet has no more air. She knew she was lucky to find this abandoned bomb shelter. Inside she found food, a sealed environment full of air and plants and animals and canned food. When whatever killed this world did, it left some places unaffected. This was one of those places.

Inside was fairly vast. The shelter appeared to be designed for multiple occupancy. As such, it was quite luxurious. Located in what she believed to be southern Spain, this was her home now.

Chelsea felt guilty. She dragged Megan for one helluva ride. After ripping her away from her home and putting her life in constant danger, she dragged her into complete and utter disaster. This disaster was the place she dearly wanted to return to. Chelsea cried a lot.

Megan never complained though. And she thought that hurt more. The fact Megan would follow her to this horrid place and never once complain about it astounded her. Chelsea only felt worse because of it.

"Hey, I’m going to go outside for awhile, that alright with you?" Chelsea said standing up from a small couch.

Megan didn’t even move her drooping head. "Yeah, okay."

‘Knife in the heart’, Chelsea thought. She walked right past Megan.

Chelsea continued on to the main hanger. There was a large vacuumed room where she could go in and out of the facility without breaking a seal, letting all of the oxygen out of the shelter. She went inside, shutting a massive sealed door behind her and activates her guyver unit.

Phantom Guyver stood there with her arms to her side. It has been years since she met Dibblis and befriended him. He gave her the Phantom unit, and then through her the Zoalord Guyver unit fell into the hands of Damien. Then came Energy Guyver. All of her units brothers betrayed her. Dibblis was most likely dead, a fact she long ago accepted.

What she could not accept was the inevitable. The shelter was designed by the Spanish government in case of a nuclear holocaust, and was equipped to give a group of five people enough food and supplies to live for 35 years. However it was never completely finished. Most of the stocked food was spoiled through the years when Chronos fought the world. The canned food was all that was left along with a few animals. They had plenty of water, but little food. They could only survive another couple of years at most. Chelsea feared what would happen to her without food. Would she simply die? She doubted it. It seemed to her the guyver unit would keep her body alive, but without food her mind would no longer function, her body would wither into a pile of dry skin, frail bones and dry organs lumped under the Phantom Guyver unit. There she and Megan would remain for possibly eternity. Never dying, simply living and too weak to do anything. Would the billions and billions of years pass as thought, or without?

Chelsea was full of fear. Megan only showed pain.

Phantom Guyver stood in front of the massive front door to the facility. Beside it she reached over and typed in a combination of buttons and suddenly the door opened, sucking all of the air out of the room. Chelsea walked outside to the wasteland around her.

The base was located in a southern part of the country. Around her was nothing. Miles away to the west a small town rested. She did not know the name of it, only that everything was dead. She found an old Chronos base, but nothing inside but a few broken Bio-tubes. Nothing was the word of this world.

Chelsea began a slow walk to the north. Looking around and scanning. She knew she would never find anything, but it was comforting. She let her guyver focus itself in and out of sight, ghosting across sand dunes and trees nearly unrecognizable from dirt.

However, this time was different. Phantom Guyver’s sensors began to pick something up. Off in the distance she felt a faint sign of life. But not only that, a guyver!

Phantom immediately ran, and a few moments later found herself staring at a massive dark rift, where something appeared to have crashed. She turns her head left, and sees a dark blue guyver standing there. It’s male, and about seven foot tall. His shoulders spike outward and he has a pyramid shaped control medal with a blue crystal in the middle.

Phantom stepped closer, calling out to it.

<"Guyver, who are you?">

No answer. That was when she noticed the massive deep cuts in his chest and legs. Almost as if he was torn to pieces. She assumed that he was in fact possibly in self defense mode, and that somehow the unit had not established her as a threat yet. Not knowing how powerful he was, she believed this to be a very good thing.

So Phantom waited, but didn’t have to wait long. A minute or two later the guyvers eyes lighted up and he looked forward.

<"Huh, he, uh... Where am I?>

<Hello, I’m Chelsea Cobb, also known as Phantom Guyver. This is earth. Were somewhere in Spain actually, southern Spain. Not sure exactly.">

The guyver looks around. <"Sure don’t look like Spain. My name is Jason O’Conner, call me Warrior Guyver.>

<"Well hello Warrior Guyver. I’m afraid you’ve fallen into the worst possible place. Something happened here a long time ago, only I don’t know what.">

Warrior Guyver nods. <"No air?>

Phantom nods. <"No nothing. Another Guyver and I have a shelter we found a bit south of here. Some food in there, and air. But I’m afraid it won’t last. We’ve got maybe a few years left of food.">

<"That’s not a problem. I don’t have to eat. Besides, I’m not staying for long.">

"So," the red haired Jason said sitting on the couch, "You, Chelsea, were sent away from this world years and years ago. You happened to land in your world," he says pointing to Megan, "Where you two escaped because of a female guyver zoalord that ran around killing the mass amounts of powerful guyvers all over the world, and ended up back where you lived before. Only this time you found it destroyed and void of life."

Chelsea nods. "Pretty much. Although I would have preferred to land back in Canada."

"At least we found this place," Megan says playing with her blond hair. "If it wasn’t for this place, we’d be dead."

Jason looks over at them. "Neither of you can teleport either huh? And I’m assuming that your units aren’t equipped with power systems other than regular guyvers."

Megan nods. "I am a regular guyver. Chelsea has a bit more power and can last a bit longer than me. But without fighting my guyver can only remain on me for a few hours. She can go at least a day."

"I couldn’t activate my Dreadnought armor," Jason says. "It seems my matrix is repairing it in Hyperspace."

"Dreadnought, is that like a Gigantic," Chelsea asks?

"Sort of," Jason says. "Just for Warrior Guyvers like me though."

"Warlord used to use that name," Chelsea says.

"Warlord? You mean W’Kar? Is this his universe?" Jason asks.

"Yeah, Greg. This is it. Seems whatever happened got him too," Chelsea says.

Jason paused. It was only a few hours ago it seemed he was fighting next to him against the Atrahasis who damaged him so bad. "Sorry to hear that."

"Yeah," Chelsea says.

"Well, once I have my Dreadnought armor back you guys can come back with me to my universe. There is a war going on, we’re fighting Chronos and all. But at least there are people alive," he says.

Chelsea looks up at him, "You can travel between universes?"

"Remember that blue crystal in my control medal?" Jason says.

Chelsea nods.

"That’s called the Matrix. It’s basically a really advanced creator made tool. I can travel to my universe with it, and bring you guys with me," he says.

"Megan, did you hear that?"

Megan stands up and walks away. "They’re probably all dead there too."

Jason and Chelsea sit shocked at the comment as she disappears around a corner.

"Something I said," Jason asks?

Chelsea shakes her head. "Megan grew up in a world where she was doomed to die a weaklings death as any normal guyver is. I promised her a better life here, so she came with me. But when we came we found nothing. Not only that, but we were doomed to die slowly."

Jason understands. "I think I understand."

"I don’t think that anyone could understand completely," Chelsea says looking over at him. "At least we had chances in life. Her life was nothing but the constant knowledge that the day could be her last, and she couldn’t even fight to stop it."

"Your right."

The rest of the day Chelsea and Jason spent talking. Jason talked all about his past as a child growing up in Texas, the day he met his deceased wife, Fiona.

"Fiona and I were the typical girl-next-door story. We grew up in New Cork together, her house only a few houses down. We knew each other, and talked. But we were never what you’d call good friends. I was a fairly shy kid in grade school, hell middle school too. It wasn’t until my freshmen year in high school that Fiona’s grandmother died. She was a kind lady, and I knew her as well. After talking with Fiona and consoling her through it, I finally got the courage to ask her out. I guess I kinda thought that with her vulnerability she’d be softer to me, and hopefully accept. Unfortunately, she didn’t. She did however, begin dating a good friend of mine Derek Prince. Derek was your typical high school jock jerk. He didn’t treat Fiona with the respect she deserved.

"Well I graduated a year before either of them, and I left to college at Texas A&M. I studied criminal law. One day I was catching a cab late for school, and when I finally grabbed one, what was amazing enough was Fiona leaping for it as well out of nowhere! This was shocking, and the both of us hopped in the cab together. It was funny, a year after I left Fiona just started college with me. She was studying nursing. We talked for awhile, actually having the cabby drop us off at a local Starbucks to talk more. Hours seemed like minutes.

"Fiona told me that in her last year of high school she was finally seeing Derek for what he was, however she didn’t have the heart to call it off with him. That was until the night of graduation when he told her he was going out with his friends. She told me she said okay, but later a video showed up of Derek living it up with a couple of her good high school girlfriends, including her best friend, Josephine Johnson. This infuriated her, and she immediately left for college.

"Well I was not the boy I was in high school. I took a chance again, and I asked Fiona out again. She laughed at first, reminiscing about the first time when I was a high school sophomore and her a freshmen. But, she said yes! Months later, Derek contacted me.

"That must have been awkward?" Chelsea says. "What happened?"

"I told him to come over. Derek joined the Air Force, and became quite a pilot after high school. He was on leave, and wanted to visit his friend. When he came over, and saw Fiona, he flipped out. He told me to choose between a friendship of him and a woman. I chose Fiona. Why did I, because Derek was a jerk. Always was, probably always will be. Derek left and never talked to me again.

"Fiona and I announced our engagement shortly after, and we were married on the day later recalled as X-Day, the day Chronos attacked the world. Zoanoids caved in the church at New Cork, and Fiona died from a beam smashing in her skull.

Thunder and drums. Blaring noises surround the outer halls of the Temple of Anubis. Bodies hung from the walls, impaled on pikes and spikes and hooks. Carpets of blood and spilled organs. Lycanlords feeding on living beings captured and tortured in the walls, drawing out their life energy and transforming them into Lycanlords. The beasts feed on them until that time, gnawing on flesh and blood, bone and sinew. Their primitive minds obsessed with the simple desire to feast on all, for it may be the last they ever taste. Their death comes slow, the victims. Anubis keeps them alive as long as possible, drawing every bit of energy from them until the Lycanlord blood turns them into the very creatures that they watched feast upon them for weeks.

Deeper into the temple, in the inner sanctums lies the halls and torture rooms circling the center of temple in which lies the lord of pain himself.

Anubis sits in his throne room. His massive hair streaking down his dark black throne and onto the black marble floor embossed with the symbol of his derelict empire. Unlike the outer parts of his temple, inside of this room a whisper cannot even be heard unless Anubis speaks it, or allows it to be spoken.

The door creaks open, and two dark figures step into the room. Anubis looks up and sees the faces of his two oldest generals, Ereshkigal and Baphomet. Ereshkigal, a fiend of a fiend. Grown from the seed of his past love and twisted into a dark reflection of the purity his old face used to enjoy and treasure so much. Anubis then took her and made her into his second general, though not of his direct creation. Baphomet, his loyal servant. Baphomet was his first true creation, and his fondest. Baphomet had never failed him, and never would.

Ereshkigal is the first to speak. "You called for us, Lord Anubis?"

"We have come, my god, for it is what you asked," Baphomet says bowing his dark head.

Anubis smiles gently. "Yes, there is something on earth."

"Earth? Nothing exists there but dust, rubble and souls," Ereshkigal says, surprised.

"You are wrong my little mistress. Something has landed there. Something from my past. It seems my incident with the Atrahasis has created some unexpected results. I should have looked into the matter further, but no matter for now," Anubis says.

Baphomet nods. "What is your will my god?"

"I would like for you, Baphomet, to send a lieutenant of your choosing to...soften up, my quarry. Do not choose someone too strong, I want him to win you see, but make sure it is an interesting fight. That is all," Anubis says.

Baphomet nods again. "For that is your will." He turns, flips his cloak and walks out of the room.

"And for me, my lord," Ereshkigal says stepping closer to him.

"Always so bold little girl?"

Ereshkigal smiles. "Well, you know why my lord. You created me after all and gave it to me."

"Yes I did. Though remember, my love for the female was restricted to my former self. It should be fairly obvious for you to realize that, after what I did to her, then stealing my daughter from her and that republic," Anubis says smiling and walking closer. He lifts his clawed human hand to her face. "Do not make the mistake to believe that his love for her was the reason I created you. You are my general, my servant. I knew that you would do well, and you have. You are quite the disturbing mistress, my assassin general."

"But I cannot help it. What of Oberon?"

"What of him. The traitor shall be punished. I have a plan for him."

"You always do."

Anubis smiles. "Yes. You will be the only general left in my order that is not a Lycanlord. I can control them without question, but not you. You and Oberon have minds of your own. Consider yourself privileged."

"I do."

Alexandria sits in her small room, surrounded by twisted relics of earthen culture. A bed, a dresser, a mirror. Objects from a life she never had and could care less about, twisted and given to her as trinkets for a girl. Alexandria is not dumb, she knows why Anubis has done this to her. He wishes to keep her kept, like a pet. She loves her father, but knows the twisted world in which she lives. Her mother was weak, a nothing until Anubis took her in, made her part of the order. Cassandra became Yaksha, the Destructor. Ereshkigal, the black witch, even she was granted the power of a W'Kar. With a single touch, she can bring death to nearly any living creature.

Alexandria has blue skin. Her body changed by the very substance of the dark walled, door less room in which she spends her time in. Anubis takes her out periodically to view the fallen bodies of the conquered, promising her power befitting the blood of his blood. But it never comes. Now Alexandria is changing even more, her skin is shedding. Something is happening to her.

She stands, and walks to the corner.

Jason stands in the main facility hanger with Megan and Chelsea. At once, they all activate their guyver units. Megan stands there, plain and average. Phantom Guyver with her zoalord looking head, and Warrior Guyver, his pyramid control medal and matrix. The door opens on Chelsea's command.

<"So, does your Dreadnought armor work yet?">

<"I've waited this long just to activate the unit. My Dreadnought armor is almost done repairing itself. I just want to field test some of my powers."> With this, Warrior Guyver steps outside with the other girls and his control medal begins to glow.

<"Wait, something’s wrong.">

<"What?"> Female Guyver1 asks.

Warrior Guyver begins looking around slowly. <"Something is here.">

Almost as quickly as he says it, all three of them extend their vibrational blades and begin scanning the area. <"Where is it?"> Phantom asks.

Warrior Guyver doesn't answer. <"I can't pinpoint it. But I know something is here.">

Suddenly Jason’s hypersenses flare and he screams through the unit, <"JUMP!">

Phantom and Warrior Guyver leap to the air, but Female Guyver1 is too slow to react and suddenly an invisible force sends her flying through the air as she drags across nearly a mile of dirt. Phantom and Warrior float in the air a moment before Phantom is slammed by the same force, but instead is flattened on the ground. Warrior Guyver fires his quantum head beam down near but away from her, and it stops mid way and a horrible roar is heard. Warrior Guyvers unit focuses in on his shot and sees a slight tint of blood, and suddenly he watches as something massive begins to decloak.

Jason watches as slowly from the arm, a massive green hand begins to appear. Slowly curving up and revealing himself. Warrior Guyver looks at something nearly five times his size, with gigantic green crystal like objects protruding from its head. The creature begins to growl and swings at Warrior Guyver. Jason teleports behind it and launches a pressure cannon attack. The beast appears unaffected as it grabs the lower part of the Warrior Guyver and begins to squeeze his lower body. Jason screams in pain as his body shield desperately tries to hold back the crushing force. His blast field explodes and blasts the giants hand right off, sending flesh and blood sky-rocketing everywhere.

The beast screams in pain, and suddenly out in the distance, Female Guyver1 is seen flying toward the scene with her Firepower Upgrade activated, suddenly the pods on her shoulders light up and her chest plate opens as dozens of large magnetic and gravitational forces are sent hurtling towards the beast, coupled with a full blast of her enhanced mega smasher. The beast puts up his hand and tries to stop it, but the blast changes direction and flies straight into his back. The beast is then torn across the face by an unseen force, as blood drips off of the partially invisible form of Phantom Guyver. The giant opens his mouth and bites towards her, Phantom changes course but the beast was too quick and grabs her left leg in his mouth and bites it clean off.

Warrior Guyver watches this, and teleports towards her, grabbing the still invisible Phantom and teleports her away, leaving Female Guyver 1 to face the beast alone.

"Oh boy."

The creature simply snarls and opens its massive mouth. Female Guyver 1 senses a thermal build up, and suddenly a massive fire ball is sent flying towards her at incredible speed. She uses her firepower upgrade to create a shield, hoping to block most of the attack knowing guyvers have great resistance to heat, but this shield does nothing as it slams into her at full speed blasting her body to pieces.

Three miles away, Warrior Guyver appears out of teleport and lays the drops the Phantom Guyver, suddenly both sense the death of Female Guyver 1 and Jason fills with rage, teleporting back.

He teleports right under the foot of the creature and catches it as it is crashing down on him, he senses that the control medal of the dead woman is below him, and he sends a power wave through his hands and blasts part of the creatures foot off sending him crashing down to the ground. Warrior Guyver extends his vibrational swords and jumps on top of the beasts leg, running across him and dives straight into its face and begins chopping at the creatures skull. The beast seems not even bothered as it rolls over trying to squish Warrior Guyver underneath it, but Jason is too quick and teleports above him and opens his chest plates. The giant turns over and stares upward as a powerful blast erupts from Warrior Guyver. The creature raises as large a shield as it can as the blast reaches him, and begins to bounce right off of his shield. He is unscathed as Warrior Guyver, shocked, begins to grow in anger. Suddenly a cocoon appears behind him and slaps on top of him, and less than a second later Dreadnought tear-asses out and sends a powerful energy blast straight through the skull of the beast.

The large green being is knocked back over, and Dreadnought looks down on him again, "Let's try this again," he says opening both chest plates, the energy charge builds up as strong as it can, and the creature, not even able to see anymore, has no time to react before the massive power of Dreadnought blasts down and begins to vaporize him.

Dreadnought closes his chest plates, and admires the ashes of his dead foe. Out of nowhere, Phantom uncloaks holding the surprisingly undamaged medal of Female Guyver 1.

"So, this is your Dreadnought armor?"

"Yes. Put that down on the ground."

Phantom places the control medal on the ground. The matrix glows and suddenly the damage done to the control medal is repaired, and the body of Female Guyver 1 begins to regrow at incredible speed, and only a few seconds, and a shocked Phantom Guyver later, Female Guyver 1 is alive.

"Wow, that thing is really good!" Phantom says.

"Wait, what was that creature?" Dreadnought asks.

"I don't know, never seen anything like it around here before.

Another Galaxy

<"Yes, it's coming. The fiend is coming.">

<"It is of no surprise. This creature seems to have grown in the other galaxy, and is capable of great destruction.">

Nothing but black surrounds the telepathic voices of the Gia. One of their black oily hands slowly touches a control panel next to him and a green ball appears to grow out of the floor, as though it was a plant. The ball begins to glow and suddenly a holographic image of the Milky Way galaxy appears. It begins to flash and zoom in on what appears to be Ye Fallen One, Anubis planetship.

<"This is the planet the creature has captured.">

<"The planet, it's organic.">

<"Yes.">

One of them steps forward in the dark water. It's tall, over twice the height of a human being, and extremely thin. It's skin is an oily black and smooth, coming upward into a humanoid shape and lower in a form resembling a slug's pseudopod. On what appears to be it's neck is multiple round objects that appear to be eyes. <"Somehow this 'Anubis' has found a way to transform rock and metal to flesh and blood. Anything this creature touches seems to either be destroyed or become one with him. Already he has decimated our fear. He slowly creped on them, taking down where their warriors were bred and born, where their ships were grown and built. He took on the enemies of our fear, and has brought them slow destruction. Our fear is afraid, scattering like vapor. If our fear is afraid of what they have birthed, should we not be?">

The others around him appear to stare at each other in silence. One speaks his mind.

<"What are we to do then, we have no army, no warriors to depend on. We've no weapons or vast escape ships, we've not even have bones. Our fears organic machines do us no good, our flesh is as solid water.">

The other Gia responds by moving his hand over another panel, the green ball shifts off into another plane, zooming in on the view of three armored beings.

<"These are the works of our fear from another universe, caught in a time paradox caused by a rip through the very fabric of our universe. There are more than these, others were made and copied, nearly everything was in that moment. A Temporal and Spacial paradox unlike that ever imagined, one that has bound not only that galaxy to annihilation, but ours and possibly the rest of this universe as well. My fellows, I propose we call this beings from their temporal wake and learn their secrets. Our time is short, but we may be able to harbor the power our fear has and at least buy some time for our fellows escape to another world or time.">

Mental commotion as they wildly telepathically speak amongst themselves. Masters at unaided telepathy, the frail Gia can hold conversations through their minds as though they shared the same. Nearly a uni-mind, nearly.

<"I fear we have little option my fellow. Bring forth the guyvers from the wake of time.">

Earth

Jason failed. He’s been trying for hours now, but his powers seem broken. He cannot go through the dimensions. Was his matrix damaged somehow in the battle with the Atrahasis? Shouldn’t it be able to repair itself? He doesn’t know, but he doesn’t like it.

Jason decides something. "Chelsea, was their any sign of the Accolade here?"

"The big ship Chronos had?"

"Yes."

"Not that I’ve seen," Chelsea says, "Then again I haven’t seen a lot of ruins of Chronos left. Most were left intact generally, it’s the atmosphere that went dead. Not any big explosions."

"Then, do you suppose its possible that they escaped? That they are out in the stars somewhere? Someone from my world witnessed the same when the creators attacked his world. Chronos left earth with millions of people. Is it possible it happened again?"

"I suppose. Though the universe is pretty big. Is it even possible to find them?"

Jason lowers his head. "I don’t know, but it may be your only chance. For some odd reason I can’t seem to go through the dimensional wall, I don’t know why either."

"I’ll go with you," Megan says. She walks out from behind a wall. "It’s a long shot, but better than staying here and wasting away."

"Then I’ll go too," Chelsea says. "No point in the same here."

"Shall we start now?" Jason asks.

Albass reaches out to slam he hand on the red alert button! The Order has attacked, Lycanlords are flying out of nowhere led by Baphomet.

"Deus, Necro, Temporal and Ninja, begin attacking!"

"They are scattering," Yaksha says rubbing her upper arm.

Yaksha turns her purple armored head to him, "What is the full potential exactly?"

"Yaksha, I could annihilate the Anti Advent Republic in two hours if I was allowed."

Yaksha smiles. "Perhaps he simply wishes to cause them some more pain?"

"I do not believe so. Our lord can gather the energy in the same amount if he just captured them all and began the process. I believe he is waiting for something to happen. Something that will give us what we need to advance," Baphomet says.

"What does he plan for the second reproduction?"

"Temporal W’Kar? Do you inquire the hosts recent changes of heart?"

Yaksha nods.

"I do not know. The W’Kar would make a powerful general, but once again I believe our lord is waiting for the moment. The other two would never join us. And the prototype is too weak."

In the distance, a flash of light appears and Dreadnought pulls out of the dimensional void, carrying on his shoulders both Phantom Guyver and Female Guyver 1.

<"What the!?,"> Female Guyver 1 says.

<"That’s the Accolade alright, I knew it was here. There’s a battle, and it’s huge. Who the hell are they fighting, those can’t be creators,"> Dreadnought says.

Phantom looks down at Dreadnought, <"We should probably go to the Accolade, maybe someone is there who can tell us what’s going on so we can help.">

Dreadnought nods. But he calms himself first, hopefully he won’t have to deal with Alk. He teleports.

The Accolade

On the bridge of the Accolade, Albass stands directing the battle. Port side is the Borckile, and her ship are the last two remaining in this battle. It seems almost a hopeless fight again and again.

Suddenly something appears behind her, Albass turns to see the last thing she expected.

"Dreadnought, Chelsea, Megan? What the!?"

"Long story, suffice to say we’re back. What’s going on and who do I blow up," Dreadnought says quickly.

"The Lycanlords. The green things. They are the troops of the Order. Stay clear of Baphomet and Ereshkigal, the two Generals commanding them. They generally stand away and watch anyway. Just start blowing up the green things."

"We’ll go too," Megan says,

Dreadnought nods and grabs them both. He teleports.

Albass is still in shock. "What the hell?"

In the battle

Dreadnought appears and let’s go of the two guyvers, who fly away to join a large grouping of others. Dreadnought scans around. The Lycanlords things are very similar to that giant he fought, very similar. He notices their power is at most a fifth of his own, if not less. They’ve got muscle, but aside from that they aren’t much. His matrix tells him if he keeps his distance they should stand no chance at all.

The Lycanlords detect his presence, and immediately five attack him from the front. Dreadnought cups his hands and his blast field explodes as he fires a gravity charge that blasts through the first two. He pulls back at the same speed they come at him, firing his head lasers and pressure cannons to destroy them one at a time. He then begins shooting off as many energy attacks as he can target towards any Lycanlord his sensors could spot. Suddenly he stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Something is over there," Ereshkigal says. "It’s not one of the W’Kar either, they are elsewhere."

Baphomet looks over, his eyes focus in. "It’s the Warrior Guyver Anubis wants. It appears he’s somehow found his way here after the warm-up we gave him."

"What do we do?"

<"Lord Anubis.">

As Baphomet call reaches out, Dreadnought fires his Mega Smasher into a crowd of Lycanlords, blasting them all to pieces.

<"Yes Baphomet, how is the skirmish going? Well I hope.">

<"Quite my god, for that is your will. However it appears that Warrior Guyver has made it here. How shall we proceed?">

<"Have Ereshkigal engage and defeat the warrior guyver, kill him if you must but do not damage the control medal.">

<"That is your will, shall we proceed still?">

<"Pull back the Lycanlords from the main mass, have them concentrate on the outside fringes of Guyver troops. After I have taken the warrior guyver have them leave the AAR for now.">

Baphomet nods.

Dreadnought grabs the Lycanlord by the throat. The Lycanlord struggles vainly as Dreadnoughts matrix begins to destabilize his molecular structure, and Dreadnought begins to literally shake the Lycanlord to pieces.

Dreadnought turns at the flinch of his hypersenses and sees a young lady floating right before him. She has black hair, and a strange black dress on. Dreadnoughts unit screams with warnings, but Jason is too shocked looking at a woman floating in space to react.

Ereshkigal looks up, smiles, and suddenly a power blast field explodes blasting Dreadnought back.

Dreadnought looks forward, shocked by what he sees. Before him, approximately ten foot tall, is a slender black guyver. It has a large mouth, full of razor sharp teeth, and her hands are far out of proportion, fingers longer than her forearms.

Not a word. The creature leaps at him, Dreadnought extends his blades and parry’s the claws. They stab downward, and Dreadnought then notices a hyperspace orb on the guyvers chest.

<"Your unit, it’s a W’Kar">

<"I’m Ereshkigal, and my unit is the fourth reproduction, slightly modified by Anubis himself.">

Ereshkigal pulls her hands away and launches back firing a green colored energy sphere at Dreadnought. Dreadnought, quick to react, fires his back thrusters and dodges upward releasing his own gravity attack. Ereshkigal waits, and like Dreadnought, absorbs it right into herself.

<"Um…okay"> Dreadnought says. He fires off some quantum head lasers and keeps moving.

Ereshkigal grabs a smaller guyver from the AAR and throws him in the way of the quantum beams, which instantly vaporize the weaker opponent. Dreadnought, now quite pissed off, launches forward with his swords drawn and slashes out at Ereshkigal. Ereshkigal blocks with her hands and twists around to stab her fingers directly behind Dreadnoughts head.

<"You may not know this, but my fingers carry a deadly poison. I know how quick you are to adapt, but this will weaken you quite a bit until then."> Ereshkigal pulls her hand out of his neck, leaving a sickly green substance inside of the wound.

Dreadnought appears not to notice, as he turns and delivers a power punch uppercut straight into Ereshkigal gut blasting straight through her body. Ereshkigal teleports away, blasting back Dreadnought with her blast field. She then appears slightly away with one Mega Smasher cell open. Dreadnoughts senses this, and quickly turns to release a power wave attack through his own mega smasher. The two beams violently collide creating bright light.

Dreadnought suddenly feels the pain in his back. His unit is screaming at him with warnings. Ereshkigals poison, whatever it is, has begun to spread through his body. Dreadnought feels weak, the organism in his unit has begun to decay and turn brown and green, even his armor is losing color.

Ereshkigal appears out of nowhere and grabs Dreadnoughts arm before he can react, and where she touches Dreadnoughts body breaks apart and is destroyed.

<"I can kill with a simple touch."> Ereshkigal then bites down on his neck and tears out Dreadnoughts throat, and Dreadnoughts unit teleports him away.

Ereshkigal follows into hyperspace, appearing slightly above the severely weakened Dreadnought and fires another of her green spheres.

Dreadnought teleports back into real space to dodge, but is quickly caught up with by Ereshkigal who stomp kicks Dreadnought from above, breaking through his upper body decay and through the body shield.

<"Anubis told me that you impressed him, I’ve yet to see how">

Ereshkigal floats down, her tongue stroking her armored face. Suddenly, Dreadnoughts hand shoots upward and his vibrational sword stabs right through the bottom of Ereshkigals head and through the top.

Dreadnoughts wounds begin healing much quicker than before. His unit has learned to at least heal the damage from the poison. Ereshkigal flies up, yanking her head from on the sword and is surprised when Dreadnoughts back thrusters fire and he attack again, stabbing her through the gut as much as possible, while Ereshkigal slashes violently at his back.

Dreadnoughts body breaks to pieces under the poison and molecular breakdown, and Ereshkigal breaks in half at the sheer force of Dreadnoughts blows. Both combatants break apart and teleport into hyperspace, both appearing moments later. Dreadnought has completely healed, but Ereshkigal is still slightly damaged. Dreadnought creates holograms of himself around, and begins to charge his power wave.

Ereshkigals hypersenses are too advanced to fall for this trick, and she instantly sees the real Dreadnought amongst the fakes, and fires a shower of green sphere at the others, blasting the holograms to nothing. Dreadnought then looks up, still charging his power wave, hoping this attack will work against her. But his time is scarce, he hopes that this is enough.

Ereshkigal flies forward at incredible speed, and Dreadnoughts throws his fist forward, activating his back thrusters and slam his fist directly into the unsuspecting Ereshkigal, blasting her to pieces.

Dreadnought is left, his body completely spent and his HSL’s working as fast as possible to replenish the sheer power required to make that attack. Dreadnought knows Ereshkigal is not dead, but that attack blasted her so hard it’ll take at least a minute for her to heal. He could have pushed it further, but he feared his time was short and the sheer strain of making that was enough, anymore and his Dreadnought armor might have deactivated.

<"Impressive.">

Dreadnought turns with a flick of his hypersenses only to be grabbed by the head by a giant red hand.

<"It’s been awhile Dreadnought. What, you are trying to escape? My element is simply too powerful for that device to work near me. You see you simpleton the Matrix most likely works by creating a quantum field over what it is affecting at the time. You can’t place a quantum field over multi-dimensional matter, now can you? Of course not.>

<"What…are you doing to me.">

<"Have you ever seen what happens when you run a thousand volts through a device made to handle twelve?">

Suddenly Dreadnoughts control medal begins to glow brighter and brighter. Dreadnought realizes that Anubis has begun to force energy into his unit at an incredible rate. He feels his units pain as it attempts to adapt to this energy, but cannot do it fast enough. His body begin to burn, and Dreadnoughts begins to sprout flames from his body.

<"Higher-dimensional energy is quite amazing Dreadnought. It is quite powerful. Pity only W’Kar units can use it to it’s fullest. Your matrix enhanced control medal will take a lot, but I’d like to see exactly how much until you burst!">

Jason begins to scream, the control medal in his head breaks open and bursts forward opening itself to Anubis. Anubis reaches up with his other hand and tears the control medal right out of Dreadnoughts head!

Dreadnoughts body begins to burn faster and faster in the white heat created by the energy overflow, and suddenly Anubis pushes him away, and Dreadnoughts body is sucked through a wormhole into deep space…

Anubis teleports away.

The group of AAR guyvers are not in a good position. A few lasers blasts go through their ranks as multiple races of guyvers fire pressure cannons and mega smashers, backs to eachother, at the remaining Lycanlords.

<"Too many like always,"> a Yovkisher guyver says.

A human turns to him. <"Yeah, but it’s not exactly like we got a choice but to fight, that is unless you wanna join the ranks of the undead doggies?">

<"Good point.">

They combine firepower and blast one Lycanlord away. They are attempting to get closer, as the Lycanlords are deadliest in close range.

Phantom and Female Guyver 1 have joined, blasting their weapons as fast as possible, no guyver has asked them their name yet. However, a Lycanlord sneaks by the blast and rams his nails into one of the guyvers sides. Female Guyver 1 turns and chops the Lycanlords arm off by the shoulder, and in response she gets the other one of his arms across the face. The first guyver tears the arm out of his side and rams it into the Lycanlord, and opens his left chest plate and charges, blasting the Lycanlord back through space. The guyver props his back against his comrades to prevent himself from violently flying through space like many normal Mark II guyvers do.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant black guyver appears along with another black guyver and a Warrior Guyver. The three of them begin launching attacks outward, blasting Lycanlords all around them.

The Warrior Guyver turns to Phantom Guyver and Female Guyver 1, <"You two, get ready to jet. We need to get out of here.">

The big black guyver watches as Baphomet swoops down. He cups his hands in front of himself as a large swirl of purple energy begins to form. <"WE NEED TO GO NOW"!>

The Warrior Guyver grabs the two girls and teleports away, followed by the female and shortly after the big one, the large blast from Baphomet following shortly after blasting apart all of the guyvers.

Another Galaxy

The guyvers appear out of teleport.

Warrior Guyver 2 looks down at the two girls, "You can deactivate your units, and there’s air."

Phantom nods and does so, followed shortly by Megan. Phantom watches as each of them deactivates their units, and she instantly recognizes Agito.

"Agito, what’s going on here?"

Suddenly around her a black creature is seen pulling forward. It is tall, very slim and smooth.

<"Welcome Guyvers, we are the Gia.">

"Huh, that was in my head!" Megan says.

"The Gia can speak into your mind only while you don’t have the guyver active, but they can hear you speak, and will understand you, but they cannot read your thoughts," Mei says.

"Okay. The Gia huh?" Chelsea says, "What are we doing here?"

"I do apologize. We have need of your help you see. My race is not in the best position for battle, and the red dragon is no doubt coming for us next after the advents are dead."

"Wait! Just slow down there, I’m don’t know anything that just happened," Chelsea says.

Agito steps forward. "We are from another dimensions, I saw Dreadnought there, he was taken by Anubis. He is a comrade of ours. Certainly you must trust him, so trust us. The Gia saved us from a vortex created during the destruction of a really powerful creator warrior, so we owed them a favor. They asked us to save you two."

Megan looks over at the Gia. "What are you?"

The Gia form looks at her. <"We, the Gia, are a first race, a natural race like those composing the creator empire. In the years past we were part of the creator collective. However, after the development of the guyver unit we were expelled. You see our bodies are even more fragile than the other races that composed the collective. A simple touch from a human could break us. According to your race, we resemble in structure a water animal known as a squid.">

<"So, you’ve got no bones?"> Megan asks.

<"Correct, we have no exo or endo-skeleton. At most, our bodies are covered in a slippery gel substance we call I-li-rasa’mo, which gives us limited ability to live out of the water, and limited impact absorbance. However, as I am currently standing would not be possible if not for our advanced cybernetic technology. We have made what you see on me, this black suit, to allow us to remain upright while out of the water like you bi-pedals.">

Ye Fallen One

"And so shall the blood fall, for the change has come, and Zagam is birthed!" Anubis calls out inside of the massive domed room located in his temple. Surrounding him are a hundred generals, each with power ranging from twenty five to seventy times the power of a guyver. Each has two lieutenants with them, ranging from fifteen to thirty-five times that of a guyver. The power of the Order resides in this room. Each general has the body of a fallen enemy in front of him or her, and some have began feasting on the flesh of them.

Ereshkigal and Yaksha stand together next to Anubis throne. Alexandria comes inside and sits on the wall in front of the throne. Baphomet stands on the opposite side of the room in his human form.

Suddenly Anubis turns, and the massive flesh walls of the side tear open, and a figure is seen. His body is a sickly yellow, covered completely in a black design resembling tribal script. His hair is short compared to most generals, only reaching slightly past his ears, completely black. His eyes have no corneas, appearing to be a massive black pupil.

"Zagam, my newest general. Come forth," Anubis calls.

The Dark Knight steps forward, one step at a time, the tattooed script on his body changing with every step, as he comes closer to his new master.

"You are no longer human Zagam, no longer Dreadnought or Jason, or whatever it is you used to call yourself. You are Zagam, you are my newest creation, and the catalyst for our expansion. This universe is too small to contain us. I have been waiting for you Zagam, I have been waiting to have you serve me. That matrix you have, it is no longer what it was. After I tore that control medal from the skull of the warrior guyver, I was unable to harness the matrix. So instead, I recreated it in my image. You now possess the power of my matrix, the Red Matrix. No longer is that device limited by power, it contains an energy draining system much like the W’Kars use, but it is able to draw power from higher dimensions only. Though this is generally not an issue, you cannot use this matrix to travel through time anymore. It is unfortunate, but not a problem. Time Travel is unpredictable, and therefore undesirable. But Zagam, you are the only general in the Order capable of traveling through the dimensional gateway unhindered. You shall be the first of a new breed, and the best of that breed. Your Red Matrix will allow me to bring my armies into new universes, and conquer them. We shall not simply conquer the creators here, we shall expand and bring true horror to all peoples in every universe."

Zagam looks to Anubis. "Very well, it will be pleasurable."

Suddenly the flesh on the other wall breaks open and Oberon steps forward, completely stripped naked but uncaring.

"Ah, you. My first general, my prized general. Why did you betray me Oberon, was the idea of serving too much horror for you?"

Oberon looks up into the eyes of Anubis. "I will make my own destiny Anubis. I did my best, fate gave me another path."

"Yes, it seems ‘Fate’ did," Anubis says sarcastically. "You attempted to steal the W’Kar Element from Grend, but it appears that snake bested the mighty Malice anyway. Quite the switch."

"I underestimated him," Oberon says. "And you, me."

"No, I didn’t underestimate you. I knew exactly what you were and what you would do given the chance. You betrayed me because you couldn’t stand the fact that I, the True W’Kar, was greater than you. Even after the AAR managed to split that bond between you and Deus you could not best him."

"He surprised me, I underestimated Sho."

"You seem to be making that mistake quite a bit. And now, after all of my planning for you, you failed to get the element."

Oberon looks up. "You knew my plan, that I would betray you to get the element. You planned on letting me believing that I would obtain it, then take it from me?"

"Yes. Even by betraying me you were in fact doing exactly what I wanted you to. It appears that I overestimated you Oberon. You are not the demon I thought you would be," Anubis says turning to Zagam.

"However, opportunity and ‘Fate’ has given me another path. You are replaced Malice. Zagam, you will take Malice’s place as the leader of the Assassin Generals. Your position is unique as an Assassin General. You are not bound to any one space, planet, or army as the other generals are. You have the authority of my voice, and will oversee the most dangerous of missions. But first, you must eliminate your predecessor. You must kill Malice."

Zagam looks over at the constrained Oberon, and feels nothing but disgust for him. "Should he be bound while I take his life?"

Anubis looks squarely into the eyes of Zagam. "Do you wish him to be?"

Zagam shakes his head. "What is the sport of killing a deer with a gun when you can wrestle a tiger with your bare hands."

Anubis smiles. "Very well," he says. Suddenly the constraints on Oberon vanish. "You shall fight unarmored."

Anubis floats upward to his throne, and sits next to his daughter.

Zagam is the first to move, his right foot slides back as he prepares to strike. Oberon looks up with his eyes and leaps into the air. Zagam laughs and leaps as well. Oberon opens his palm and a hot flash fires outward. In midair, Zagam seems to leap to the right, change directions again, and land a moonsault kick straight to Oberon’s head. The blow sends Oberon spiraling to the ground.

Oberon’s eyes open just in time, and he flips to land on his foot and knee, forcing himself to dodge as Zagam comes crashing down in the ground knee first nearly on top of him.

Oberon throws a simple punch, and Zagam blocks it. The two begin violently exchanging blows, each not giving a single inch. Appearing evenly matched in this regard, Zagam opens his mouth and a shot of his power wave blasts Oberon in the face blinding him.

Oberon backs off, holding his melted face. Zagam leaps forward for a kill, but Oberon screams and a small blast sphere explodes around him, sending Zagam rocketing towards the other end of the coliseum.

Above, Anubis and his daughter watch the blood.

"It’s pointless, you won’t let Zagam lose," Alexandria says to her father.

Anubis laughs slightly. "That is not the point, I’m enjoying it."

Ereshkigal smiles. "Zagam is quite brutal. Oberon was always highly skilled, but Jason was skilled only as a powerhouse, not a warrior in that sense. He’s different, both brutal and skilled."

"Observant, this is not like you. It appears you’ve taken a shine to young Zagam."

Ereshkigal looks back at Anubis. "Don’t worry, the mantis always bites his head off afterward."

Zagam shakes the dizziness from him, standing up and receiving a shower of blood from the cheering generals above him. They began tossing corpses onto the ground, covering it with blood and organs. Oberon’s eyes have healed, and the two charge at eachother again. And again, they lock in blinding speed, fighting eachother in martial arts and speed.

This time, Oberon dodges the blasts from Zagams mouth, and catches him in the back of the head with his elbow, knocking Zagam off balance. Oberon grabs his arm, and twists it so hard he tears the arm right off. Zagam regains his balance and turns, only to have Oberon swing Zagams own arm right into his face knocking him down.

Oberon laughs slightly and uses his blast sphere again, blasting the body of Zagam across the room again, smashing into a wall.

Zagam shakes his head, and looks over at Oberon as he is leaping towards him. Zagam’s eyes glow black, and he grabs Oberons arm in mid-flight, and flips his position slamming Oberon into the same wall he hit, and then to many peoples surprise, bites down on Oberon’s neck.

Zagam then begins to drink his blood, and as he does so his arm reforms.

"That’s very clichéd," Alexandria says.

"Yes, but fun to watch," Yaksha says.

In this weakened state, Oberon is no match for Zagam. Zagam grabs him by the leg and throws Oberon across the room smashing on top of a busted piece of wall, having it impale him straight through the back.

Zagam leaps on top of Oberon, and watches Oberon look into his eyes. Blood dripping from his mouth, Zagam bites down on his left eye, tearing it out and swallowing it. He does the same to his other eye, and then bites down his mouth, and bites Oberon’s tongue out, swallowing it as well.

Anubis stands up, and bids it to end.

As Anubis floats down, Zagam steps back, his eyes settling to natural, but the blood still dripping down his face and neck.

Anubis laughs at the sight of Oberon. "I removed your unit, I wanted to watch your flesh die. I did not expect your powers to remain, but it was still quite the brutal show."

"Anubis…your day…will com…e," Oberon says with his last words, barely audible with the lack of his tongue.

Later

In Anubis Throne Room

"So, the Gia have the others, as well as the two that the Gigantic Warrior Guyver was found with," Anubis asks Ereshkigal.

"Yes," Ereshkigal says, looking over at Zagam and Baphomet, "It appears they are going to use them to develop a defense against us."

"My god, is that even possible. The Gia are brilliant, and some of their technology is far superior to the creators, but could they do that in such a short time?" Baphomet asks.

Anubis shakes his head. "I do not believe so. The Gia have moral restraints. They will not force their will on them, and those individuals will not willingly submit their technology without good reason, especially the Agito from the other dimension, am I correct?" Anubis asks looking at Zagam.

Zagam nods. "The Agito I know would never give up the secrets of his Zeus armor, to anyone. Though I would not be surprised if he has cut some deal involving the Warrior Guyver technology in order to get back to our dimension. He does not have the means to do that."

"The Gia have the technology to travel through dimensions, but not through the barrier around yours," Anubis says.

"Then what shall we do?" Zagam asks.

Anubis pauses. "Zagam, your are the leader of the Assassin Generals. I entrust their death to you. Take what you need, your word is my own to all generals. Kill your former allies and retrieve their units. Destroy the Gia and recover what you can of their technology. This genocide will be good for you to warm up on."

Another Galaxy

In a large room the guyvers all stand around, surrounded by hundreds of Gia, looking at them with awe and inspiration.

"So, you want to study us?" Black Nova asks.

One of them speaks up. "Yes. Our defense against the Order is minimal, in truth if they attacked now we would fall. We ask, no we beg of you, allow us to examine the technology in you so we can formulate some defense. In return, we promise to do everything in our power to return you home, or send you wherever you wish to go."

"I’ll do it," Female Guyver 1 says. She looks over at Chelsea, who nods her head.

"I’ll help you as well. Our units are not as advanced as theirs, but your welcome to do what you need. After witnessing what we did, I’ll help stop him anyway I can," Chelsea says.

Out of nowhere, all of the Gia in the room begin to emit a powerful and piercing sound. The humans cover their ears, and the Gia stop.

"It is too late. He has sent his demons already," one of them says.

"Can we fight them off?" Mei Lynn asks.

"Impossible. There are too many of them. We’ve no army, no defense. We can live on, please, allow us one thing?"

Agito shakes his head. "We need to go, now!" Stephen nods.

"What?" Chelsea asks.

The lead Gia walks towards her. He places his hand outward and suddenly a strange device appears in his hand. It is perfectly spherical, golden with a circular black lens. "The Gia are strongly connected. The creators formed their uni-mind between their races based off of the model of us. The guyvers organic connection with eachother is based upon what occurs in our race naturally. But our fragile bodies prevented us from using the Unit-G, thus we were expelled and banished. This is what we call a ‘Port-ra’kali sama’ker’, or the device of divine link. This device is a connection with our mental link. As we die, our knowledge is spread to the rest of our race. Anubis will kill us all, but if you keep this device we will always be alive. Protect it, and it will serve you well."

Chelsea is speechless. She has just been put in charge of keeping a race alive. She says the only thing she can, "Ok."

Suddenly there is an audible explosion. It rocks the entire room. Immediately all the guyvers activate their units.

"The Order has breached most of the main complex. One of the Generals is coming straight here. They are incredibly powerful, ask the device for escape."

Another crashing sound, and a hole is blasted straight through the side wall. Building mass crashes down, crushing the Gia, their fragile bodies smashing to piles of indistinguishable goop. Lycanlords begin to pour into the room, devouring and killing the Gia. The Guyvers begin firing smaller fire, trying not to kill Gia, but it is of no use.

Out of nowhere, all the guyvers hypersenses jerk towards the opening. They watch as a giant black guyver begins floating down. It’s a Warrior Guyver, but with a spiked head and a matrix!

"Jason!?" Zeus screams.

"My name," he says, "Is Zagam." Suddenly his hand flies out as an invisible force knocks Zeus back into Warrior Guyver 2, knocking them both against a wall. Black Nova opens one of her Mega Smasher cells. Zagam simply fires a red quantum laser and it pierces straight through her. The laser remains, and suddenly grows wider inside of her. As Zagam lifts his head, the paralyzed Black Nova is blasted against Zeus by another force.

Warrior Guyver 2 looks over at a shocked and scared Phantom and Female Guyver 1. "GO!"

Zagam ignores them for the moment, and concentrates on his task. He lands his feet on the ground. At that moment an enraged Zeus blasts at him with his Vibrational blades poised. Zagam extends his own and blocks Zeus quite easily, the two of them staring eachother in the eyes. Zagam laughs, and pushes down forcing Zeus to his knees. Zagam’s red matrix glows, and suddenly the Zeus armor retracts off of him as Warrior Guyver 3 stands there shocked.

Zagams medal glows again, and Warrior Guyver 3 finds himself unable to move. Suddenly he feels as the matrix sends out a beam and his unit is removed, floating above his face leaving a naked Agito standing in shock. Warrior Guyver 2 and Black Nova look on with horror, unable to move themselves.

Zagam stares down at the helpless Agito and laughs. Agito drops to his knees as the gravity force all holding them pushes down on him. Zagam begins forcing more down on him, and more, and more, until Agito’s body begins to bleed from it and is crushed into nothing under the gravity. Zagam reaches up and grabs the Warrior Guyver 3 unit.

"That monster, Anubis has turned Jason against us," Warrior Guyver 2 says. "And now he’s taking our units."

Suddenly Black Nova feels herself yanked forward. She desperately uses her own gravity powers to hold herself back. She uses everything she has, warping gravity all around her. "Stephen, kill me. Anubis has Warrior tech already, but he doesn’t have Nova. We’re both dead, you know that!"

Warrior Guyver 2 nods, knowing this. He finds that Black Nova has caused enough gravity distortion against Zagam, he can move. He opens his Mega Smasher plates.

Zagam, shocked by this display, fires his quantum beam but it is too late, the Mega Smasher blasts right through it and blast a defenseless Black Nova away.

Zagam grabs the unit, and walks up to him. Zagam picks up his foot, and Stephen only has a second to watch as Zagam crushes his head under his heel.

A mile away, amongst the extinction of the Gia, Phantom Guyver is desperately trying to figure out how to work the device.

"You think our unit can work it?" Phantom asks.

"It’s not creator technology, I doubt it. Is there a button?"

"No, only this black lens thing."

A hologram appears beside them, it’s one of the Gia!

"Please, tell me how to use the device."

"You cannot use the device, you must ask it for help."

Both girls are confused. "What do you mean?"

"That device, it is Gia as well. We are Gia, it is Gia. It can choose as well as we can."

The hologram cuts out.

Phantom looks shocked. "Gia, please take us away to the dimension the others came from."

The device glows gold, suddenly both girls and it disappear.

On the home world of the creator empire, the committee, the legislative body of the creator empire has placed charges of treason on the High Council member Grend.

The room is massive. It resembles a coliseum of ancient Rome in size and design, but is constructed of a white relic ship like material covered in various symbols of the creator empire. Surrounded the circular room are hundreds of Orobouras, with exactly on thousand twenty-eight advents sitting along the walls. In what can be viewed as the front of the building, a pedestal rises high with Melchoir and Tyr, the other members of the High Council, peering down upon Grend, Venez and Amira.

Tyr is the first to speak. "Grend, you are charged with the most serious crime ever committed in this empire, treason upon a degree we have yet to even fathom. It has been proven that you, along with certain other creators, had returned to the test planet and conducted experiments without permission from the council which you were not part of at that time. This experiments with the W’Kar Element we discovered has left a legacy of surrealistic magnitude. Anubis, the red dragon, as prophesized by Zaphod has arisen as a direct result of your actions. Not only that, but you murdered Begeule to hide this for a significant amount of time. The creation of the W’Kar Element that we had authorized within the Dysen Sphere is now lost due to both your incompetence and traitorous acts. We could have stood a chance against the Red Dragon if we knew he was there. But you hid it, choosing to forsake your sworn duty for personal profit, and in turn have unleashed our doom."

Grend looks up at them. "You are a fool Tyr. Your words prove that warriors are not fit to lead the creator empire, you should be piloting a ship somewhere. My creation has gone guyver, but we can still stop him. With proper management of my W’Kar technology we could CRUSH the order given only a short time."

"NO! We trusted you before Grend," Melchoir says. "I trusted you. And now your deeds have doomed us all. The Red Dragon played you a fool. He attacked only a small portion of our empire at a time, a hatchery here a small planet there. Easily blamable on the AAR, which you did even knowing the truth. Only now do we know, the AAR is on the verge of destruction and the Order is now in our face, taking entire Solar Systems away from us in days. Our slow destruction has began, and it’s all thanks to you."

Suddenly, a small clanging sound is heard throughout the room. The creators all jerk their hypersenses around, and they all zoom in towards the back.

A massive red form is seen coming off the back of a small man, his hair surrounding his body at all angles and crawling across the floor like carpet, and his hands gently slapping each other and clanging. A tattoo surrounds the portions of his body that are visible. A razor sharp smile.

"What wonderful poetry!" Anubis says raising his arms to the sky. "How I’ve waited for those words, and I’ve never imagined them spoken so beautifully."

"ANUBIS!" Tyr screams. The Orobouras immediately react, each launching forward.

Anubis never moves, instead as each come close to him they begin to explode. The ones in the back stop, but slowly each blows apart in a shower of blood, laying a shocking look upon the faces of every creator in the room.

"Truly you do not believe such things could ever harm me? You shall reap the seeds your races have sown. I, others, shall never be subject to your rule again."

"They shall submit to yours then?" Melchoir says. Grend on the bottom is shocked by the defiance the two of them are presenting. Anubis begins walking up towards him, and stands directly opposite of Grend, standing a few inches above him.

"There is no submission necessary. All shall become me, we shall be as gods. A single being. Tempered in the fire of your grace, slicing through the yokes that have contained us for so long. No longer shall I, or we, submit to the will of the likes of you. You creators are pathetic creatures, so convinced of your superiority, yet fleeing and firing at the first sign of struggle," he says smiling at them. "And you Grend, you are the more delightful of these. You have even a more sinister smile than myself. I am nothing to a creature who would betray his own people for profit, that is truly evil."

"You forget demon, you betrayed your own race. Now they are all dead, all but a few," Grend says.

"Yes, we watched as you murdered your own kin. As you dragged their bodies into your planets as they are tortured, drained, and transformed. Into your slaves!" Venez says boldly.

"Extensions is perhaps the word you are looking for," Anubis says looking straight at him.

Melchoir stands. "You Anubis, you are no god. You are simply one of our creations, a tool, like the rest of your race."

"You Melchoir, you then are a fool." Anubis says. "You have brought this upon yourselves. No longer will I be forced to live under your eye. Creators, your time has ended in this universe. Behold!"

Anubis begins to glow red, fire sprout off of his body as he begins to tear the fabric of space around him, the armor begins to form off of his body. Anubis wings spread out across the room as he stands there glowing red.

"I am what you fear. I am Anubis, the Red Dragon. I have come to bring you your death." Anubis lifts his hand slightly, all the creators around begin to try and desperately escape through teleportation, but nothing works. Grend stands there, staring upward at the raised hand of Anubis as it begins to summon energy around it.

"So shall you fall. There is only one winged god, one victor, and the vanquished. Your pain will echo through time." With that, Anubis raises his hand even higher. A blob of energy forms in his hand as he begins to smile under his armor. The entire creator government is in chaos, screaming and people running.

Suddenly it happens, a massive explosion. All around him the building is blasted to pieces, and the blast does not stop there. It continues onward through the creator city. Tearing through their home world. Anubis rises from the ashes of the building to be met by thousands of Orobouras.

They all begin to fire their combined weaponry. Anubis control medal glows red and suddenly a powerful shield forms in front of him, and the blasts begin bouncing off and slamming through the cities, blasting them to pieces. The Orobouras stop, and begin charging forward. Anubis smiles.

He raises his hand and the ground breaks open, suddenly the ground itself pulls up all around Anubis, forming a barrier around him. The Orobouras fire at the barrier, to no avail. A plasma-based field surrounds the entire structure as it fires out rapidly, ripping up the ground in a wave outwards. The earthquake wave crushes buildings all around the area, crushing creators and Orobouras. Anubis then is seen glowing bright red in the center as he opens one side of his mega smasher.

Each Orobouras in the area immediately stand in the way and raise their shields to the highest possible level in a vain attempt to slow him down. But it does nothing.

Anubis chest glows red and the blast erupts. Firing out at a wide angle, the blast immediately incinerates the Orobouras as easily as air, blasting apart hundred of miles of city and ground.

Miles away, Grend appears out of nowhere. He survived the blast, the extra-dimensional properties in his unit seem to allow him to escape. Anubis must have overlooked it. He now knows the end of his race is near, Grend teleports away hoping Anubis was too distracted to notice his presence, and that the W’Kar element has finished merging with reproduction seven.

Ye Fallen One

Yaksha and Alexandria stand amongst the tortured. In the bowels of the second layer of hell, the two find their peace. The second layer of hell is not physical pain, it is completely mental. Those that truly anger the order are put here. Their bodies are immersed in oxygenated water, their bodies held so tightly by restraints they cannot move, cannot hear, cannot see. The only thing they can truly do is think. It takes the average human six months to die. The water keeps their bodies healthy and warm, it’s their minds that end their life.

"I always feel so calm here. It’s so quiet, I envy them," Alexandria says looking at the displays of people.

"Their bodies are calm, but their minds are screaming in pain," Yaksha says.

Alexandria looks up at her. "Mother, what is all of this for?"

"The torture?"

"Yes."

"Anubis wills it."

"But why?"

"Are you going soft?"

"No."

"Then why concern yourself?"

Alexandria sighs. She expected something. Yaksha and her continue to walk. Yaksha is covered in a purple gown now, quite different from Alexandria’s red dress and blue skin. And her red eyes give a disturbing array of innocence amongst such brutality.

"Your very beautiful."

Alexandria doesn’t answer.

"He does it for many reasons. As you know it takes a lot of energy to create Lycanlords and power the temples, especially this planetship. These tortured souls produce amazing amounts of bio-energy, especially while their bodies are being tortured. When they die the bodies of those who can’t become Lycanlords themselves serve as food for others. "

Alexandria looks at her. "There are more powerful sources."

"It’s difficult to explain. Pain is power here. The walls demand blood."

"I know, but it seems too cumbersome and complex. I believe the republic does it better. Everything has a purpose, and it’s all concise. Here we have hundreds of thousands of creatures tortured for power and food, when we generate as much power as only six or seven of the republics main vessels."

Yaksha and her begin walking again. "He enjoys it."

"I know."

"Greg always wanted his enemies hurt, tortured and maimed. Death wasn’t enough for them, he wanted them hurt, humiliated, and destroyed. Anubis is the same, he just does it to everyone. All will be him."

"That’s what I’m scared of," Alexandria says. "I wonder what it’s like? How does it feel to be completely alone?"

"What do you mean?" They both stop.

"How do I know I’m not already dead?" Alexandria looks up at Yaksha, appearing to be nothing more than a child.

"I don’t understand?"

Alexandria drops her head. "I didn’t think you would."

They continue walking. Yaksha smiles at her. "Dear girl, you think too much. Your’s is a simple life. Keep it that way."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bright light appears before both of them. A matrix comes out of teleport, both watch as it flashes a light, and teleports them both away.