Zeus Thunderbolt
The large bio-tube sat in the center of the cold room. Inside,
the naked form of a man floated. His once long black hair had fallen out
after being placed inside and was being removed by small set of claws
and moving them out of the tank. His body was emaciated. Many of his
bones were showing under his skin and his face had a calm deathly
pallor.
Atkins walked up to the tube. ‘Already a slight improvement’, he thought
to himself. He had been here at least six days with nearly no contact
with the outside world. He had already contacted the ACTF on his
discoveries. He had the Guyver Unit and was doing all he could to keep
it secret so that the ACTF could get their hands on another potential
useful addition. This being though, according to the scientists here,
was an ancient zoalord. Care was being given to bring him back to proper
health though he was being kept unconscious until the threat assessment
was complete. His body would likely be dissected for study, a thought
that Atkins didn’t really mind.
He sighed, and looked over to a few of the scientists that began
separating the hair into separate strands and were conducting all sorts
of tests on it. ‘Odd people, scientists. Yet without their help we would
be as children amongst wolves’.
Female Guyver 3 was then seen across the room walking towards
him. Agito had met with them earlier, and though he was busy he ordered
Shizu to remain bio-boosted as much as possible to make sure that if
anything bad happened she would be ready to stop it.
“Perhaps you would like to get something to eat, Mr. Atkins,” the
guyver kindly said to him. Atkins smiled and shook his head.
“Thank you, but I am quite fine. I am more concerned with this at
the moment. I heard that there has been some trouble in Australia?” he
asked.
Female Guyver 3 nodded. “It’s true. Master Makashima is there
now. He had only recently returned here as well. Still, you should rest
sir.”
With those words, Atkins yawned. “Perhaps your right.”
“Um…Lady Shizu…” One of the scientists said.
Female Guyver 3 turned to see him and a few of the other
scientists pointing up at the bio-tube. When Female Guyver 3 looked up
she saw that the eyes of the zoalord were open. Two glowing orbs of gold
were looking directly at her, and the glass of the bio-tube began to
crack.
With that sight Shizu immediately yelled to the scientists,
“Everyone move out now!”
But with the resounding pulse of thunder the glass around the
white figure exploded with such force that the equipment surrounding him
went sailing across the room and crushed against the walls. Shizu
herself was thrown off balance, and Atkins himself was sent reeling into
the wall.
Dust covered the room, and Atkins was nearly knocked cold. He had
a few pieces of glass in him, one in particular had hit him in the calf.
He looked up in the worst pain in his life to see Female Guyver 3
standing with her back to him over ten feet away with her vibrational
blades extended. She had
moved into a fighting stance. As more smoke and dust cleared he saw what
she did.
The white figure was floating just before the bio-tube.
Completely nude, his nearly albino like skin began to heal and form
started showing to his face. His eyes were closed, and his ears began to
repair themselves to a pointed form. As the body regained it’s health he
noticed that he was covered in an odd scarification of runes and
symbols. His eyes opened again to shine a bright gold color as Shizu
moved her feet just slightly, preparing to leap in whatever direction
she had to.
The figure began to emit a soft golden glow as a single crystal
appeared peeling itself out of his forehead.
It was then that Atkins felt his own body leave his control. He
wasn’t sure how it happened, or when it did, but he felt his body stand
and he began to speak.
“So, then he succeeded I see. Guyver, where is your master!”
Shizu could not risk turning her back to the Master Zoalord in
front of her. She could feel his mental powers even through her unit. It
was incredible, purely fantastic. The mere energy coming off of him felt
as warmth to her body. A soothing feeling, as though she wanted to
embrace the being before her. She shook it off, and cocked her head only
slightly to the side. Though her hypersenses kept track of the zoalord,
she wasn’t about to expose herself out of shock.
“What are you talking about?”
The figure of the zoalord blinked, he had yet to change to battle
form and she still felt the incredible amount of energy that stemmed
from him.
Atkins felt himself speak again. “Reeve, the Guyver Zoalord.
Where is he?”
“Dead,” she said shooting her glance back to the zoalord.
A slightly puzzled expression gripped the zoalords face before
Atkins fell, the psionic grip on his mind being removed. His eyes then
shot towards the east as his body began to slowly turn to light and fade
away.
ACTF Headquarters
Zeugma dodged the varying bolts of fire behind a tank that melted
as soon as the blast hit. She knew Crystallite outclassed her in power,
but she had to keep it up. With Dreadnought gone and everyone else
fighting for the relic she was alone. She had called for an evacuation
of the base, many listened. Those that didn’t she couldn’t save.
Crystallite leaned over as she floated in the air. Her mind was
alight with the meal ahead. The feast, the strength. She let out a roar
that made Zeugma visibly twitch as she sensed a powerful psionic build
up as the tank behind her lifted into the air. Zeugma leaped to her feet
and hurled herself at Crystallite. Her many crystals began to glow as
she summoned a powerful energy storm around her hands and tossed it at
her opponent Crystallite.
Crystallite scowled and growled before moving quickly to the side
and forcibly hit the ground with enough force to leave a massive crack
in the paved road. Zeugma, surprised by the speed turned to fire a laser
blast which was cut short as a shadow loomed over her and before Zeugma
could react a massive tank slammed against her at high speed sending her
and it reeling towards the ACTF building. She slammed into the barracks
with the tank crushing her abdomen. She cried in pain as Crystallite
landed before her and stabbed her in the chest. Already she could feel
the draining power of Crystallite when they both sensed something else.
Crystallite turned only to be hit in the face with a laser fire that did
not even make her flinch.
Zeugma looked over to see Elera in her full zoalord form. Her
hand was pointed to Crystallite as she fired another beam of energy.
“GET AWAY FROM HER!”
Zeugma, wide-eyed, sent a telepathic message for Elera to run
away. But Elera bravely and foolishly stood her ground as Crystallite
pulled the vibrational blade from Zeugma and turned to move towards
Elera. A few hand beams put great strain on Elera, but she kept them
firing at Crystallite who merely stepped right into them seemingly
unaffected. Each step raised Elera’s heartbeat until she could nearly
feel it pounding against her ribcage.
Then something happened Zeugma did not expect, she watched in
pain as time seemed to slow around her. Crystallite literally began to
move at a crawling pace. Even the energy of an approaching hand beam
slowed to the point she could see it flying towards Crystallite. Zeugma
felt something warm touch her cheek on the side.
She turned her head to look and saw someone she hardly believed
was there. Perched on the overturned tank that lay upon her crushing her
under ower
was a nude male zoalord she recognized.
<“Solufein,”> she said telepathically, finding speech too hard
for her to do. <”Your alive!?”>
The man looked down to her face as he brushed a bit of her battle
forms yellow hair from her cheek. <”Yes Zeugma, I am. Calm yourself, we
do not have much time. This effect is temporary and I cannot hold it for
much longer.”>
<”Solufein, so many questions… but you have to save Elera.”>
The man looks to the young zoalord with his eyes glowing a bright
gold. <”The Zoalord child?>
Zeugma nods.
The white man looked back to Zeugma and touched the wound on her
chest. His eyes and crystal began to glow a bright gold and slowly the
red in the wound began to dissipate. <”It is difficult to remove, what
is this guyver creature?”>
<”A friend gone mad, ugh”> she cried feeling the horrible pain as
the red shards fought back against the zoalords own power.
<”You count a guyver amongst friends?”> The crystal on his head
began to glow stronger as it seemed to change, forming the coloration of
a golden eye in the center of his head. His hands also split open on the
palm to reveal similar golden eyes, each moved about and peered down at
the wound and began to glow.
Zeugma cried out in pain. <”Much has happened, much
has…ugh….changed.”>
The man nodded. <”I am sorry, it is nearly over. I have never
removed such things, it will take time.”>
Zeugma nodded. <”How much longer can you keep them slowed.”>
<”Another thirty seconds at best. My power is being slowly seeped
by that beings presence. And this power cannot last long when I have one
with me between time.”>
<”Can we use it to stop her.”>
Solufein shook his head. <”We are out of normal time, because of
that we are unable to affect what is around us except one another.”>
Solufein shook his bald head.
<”What?”>
His eyes, still glowing, looked into hers. <”I cannot remove it.
All I can do is stop it, but it will not last for long I believe. Hours
at the most. I am sorry.”>
Zeugma smiled. It was good to see her old tribe member again.
<”Do it. I will make due.”>
The white head nodded and the bright red crystal began to dull
and become inert. Slowly Zeugma sat up and found that her body had
become heavier. Or was it a feeling of powerlessness, she was not sure.
<”This creatures power is quite immense. Our Lord’s should hear
about it. For now, I will enhance your own prowess, Clan Leader. I
believe my own confrontation with the creature will spell only
disaster.>
Zeugma looked on to Crystallite, once her friend, and nearly
trembled. <”First, get Elera out of there.”>
Solufein stared at the two forms. <”I will do so, but the initial
weapon discharge that the creature is firing will hit her. There is
nothing I can do about that.”>
Zeugma nodded. <”Do what you can Solufein.”>
Solufein nodded and moved quickly to Elera side, bracing himself
with foot as he swung himself to grab her. His eyes glowed at the moment
just before the time distortion wore off and he telekinetically grabbed
her and rushed forward. The pressure cannon blast from Crystallite still
hit some mark and ripped across Elera’s chest sideways, tearing off the
front of it.
Zeugma was slightly disorientated from the time shift, but
quickly set in motion with a powerful double hand beam that surprised
Crystallite and blasted her over three hundred feet as she slid across
the tearing concrete and slammed through a flatbed truck.
Solufein stood with a screaming Elera, horribly disfigured by the
chest wound. She looked up at her rescuer for the first time. His eyes
were pure gold, like tiny suns beaming out at her. His skin was
completely solid white like a powdered covering. Elera, shocked for a
moment saw the form of Zeugma fly in the air and slam into crystallite
with a huge blue aura surrounding her and send dust flying into the air.
<”Are you alright?”>
Elera looked at her zoalord rescuer as his words reached into her
mind. <”No, my chest hurts so much I can hardly breathe!”>
Solufein placed his hand with it’s large crystal on her chest and
his eyes began shining so bright that Elera had to look away, else be
blinded by their brilliance. Suddenly her chest felt warm and she looked
down to see it begin healing. Slowly, but surely. She also felt a slight
rush of power in her mind.
<”I have healed you, and given you some of my own energy for now.
It will not last, and this is no battle for one as young as you are.”>
Elera only nodded. Too in shock to do much else.
It was then that Solufein’s head twisted around to see
Crystallite speeding towards him with a red flame surrounding her.
Behind her Zeugma was close and trying to reach them first. Solufein
lifted his hand and suddenly the feeling of space began to warp around
Elera as she sensed a massive telekinetic buildup and he fired it. The
waves of effect warped Elera’s own eyesight as the telekinetic burst
seemed to pull space around them in a way that Elera both saw what was
in front of her and behind her at the same time.
The blast was effective though. It shot through the air and
slammed into Crystallite sending her soaring backward and into Zeugma’s
waiting arms where she released a powerful bio-energy charge that sent
Crystallite slamming into the ground.
<”Go now! And do not look back!”> Solufein said to her mentally
as he stood to face the monster with his Clan Mother.
Day’s Later
Angel awoke inside of the ACTF/EDF base camp. Situated a couple
of miles off of the clan ship crash site; it was a quick job to get it
up and running. The military was fast with such things.
She sat up on the bed and cracked her neck. It felt as though she
had been sleeping on a log.
These things were built for portability, not for comfort. Her weariness
was quickly subsided as she sniffed the air and was repulsed by the
smell of her clothes. She hadn’t washed in nearly days she realized, as
she had spent so much time fighting in this war that she had never even
stopped to wash her hands not to mention the clothes themselves.
Hopefully they had a shower, she thought to herself.
But Angel was not lucky today. She found a small bucket with a
rag and a standard issue small bar of soap laid out for her in the
corner. She walked over to the tent flap and made sure it was locked.
Angel sat down, removed her boots and stripped her leather pants off. It
was a wonder she didn’t dehydrate in this heat, she thought. And with a
bit of haste rubbed herself clean of the smell that had been left, then
quickly threw the soapy water over her head and cleaned her hair,
splashing the dirt floor.
It wasn’t the best job she knew, but it would do for now. Looking
around she found a set of clothes laid out for her. A pair of camouflage
pants, standard issue. And a gray tank top and jacket with the letters
ACTF on the tank top. Wasn’t the best style, but it’d do. Besides, she
left her jacket back at the bike in Norway where Guyver Powered
Zerebubuse picked her up.
She scowled a bit at the memory and tossed the top and jacket on.
She found a small comb and quickly brushed her hair before her eyes
glanced over to a small steel mirror placed on a bag in the corner.
Angel smiled, at least these guyvers were nice enough to leave her a
care package.
Angel set the mirror aside and opened up the bag. Inside she
found a few pairs of olive green socks, another pair of pants and shirt,
a hair band, two MRE’s, a box of matches, a swiss army knife and a
canteen. Not a bad package. She then notices a new pair of steel toe
black boots under the bed. Not bad at all.
Angel looks over to her boots and notices the damage the war has
done to them and decides to replace them. She pulls the socks from her
bag and puts the shoes on. A little loose, but a dang close fit. Works
for me, she thought.
She grabbed the hair band and pulled her hair back into a
ponytail, when she noticed something odd. Confused, she touched her ear
again to find that it had grown into a point! Shocked, Angel stumbled
over and grabbed the mirror to look at her face. In it she saw that her
ears had grown to a point! But ever more frightening, it seems to have
occurred overnight!
That and Angel could hardly recognize the two slitted, green and
blue eyes that stared back at her.
Her blood ran cold.
“What’s…happening to me…” she said in a very low tone. It was
then she sensed something moving outside of her tent. It felt like a
pull of energy between her and whatever was moving. Her hand started
shaking as her thoughts started running marathons in her head.
What the hell are you? A
spy for Chronos, the creators!
“Angel, are you up
yet? We need to go over a few things,” came the voice of Stephen Cain
through her tent. She could see his shadow glowing slightly on the green
canvas.
“Angel?”
“Oh…sorry. Yeah I’m up,” she called out, still slightly in shock.
“Um…just a minute!”
Stephen let out a sigh. “Alright, main command tent when you’re
ready. Don’t keep the rest of us waiting.” She held her breath as he
walked away from her tent.
She couldn’t go out there like this. They had all seen her face
already. But they needed her help here, right now. Not to mention the
prospect of having to face some of the more powerful members of The
Coalition with her identity in question. Furthermore she could assume
they would mistrust the EDF then, thinking they may be corrupted by
Chronos giving disunity to the entire campaign.
She could go on forever like this. But Angel knew she didn’t have
the time, and neither did they for that matter. She stood in the center
of the tent and activated her guyver unit, willing it as much as she
could in hopes that it wouldn’t blow the place up. And it did, emitting
only the tiniest of an EPM making the light above her flicker and fade
for but a moment.
Angel sighed, and walked out of the tent and towards the ACTF
main command tent.
She noticed the odd looks that many people gave her. She was said
to be as strong as Dreadnought. Some said better, others said, ‘No Way!’
The odd ‘Hero’ of the ACTF was moving in and out of the battle. Just now
she knew he was not within at least a hundred miles so she knew he had
traveled far away.
She hoped that her fears were founded. Maybe she should give them
more credit than she was. Or was it just her own insecurities. What
would come of Australia. Or was her paranoia justified. It felt curious
being around them. Many were comfortable in their skin. She did not ask
for the burden she was given with this unit. She didn’t even remember
where she came from.
When she told Dreadnought, or Jason as it was, that she had no
memory of her life his expression was at most cut short by his own
concerns. Probably the one she liked the most was Stephen. Crass, and
military, but not all that bad. Wish he’d grow some hair, she chuckled
thinking to herself.
The battle had it’s ups and downs. But with Crystallite out of
the way and Jason assisting she thought to herself that they would be
fine.
What worried her was that monster called W’Kar. She had no
knowledge of him, and that was odd for her. She realized long ago that
it must be part of her unit, up to recently she could think about any
subject and gain its content in knowledge… In W’Kar’s case she couldn’t
recall any information from her unit; even the test units she knew
about. But her own unit, she could think of nothing.
W’Kar was the same.
He had saved many lives with his actions. He had battled against
both Guyver Powered Zerebubuse and Warrior Guyver Vamore at the same
time. Each time one was about to target others, he managed to distract
them and draw them back into the fray with him. Not only that but he
managed to take out an entire squad of Bio-Titans by himself in the
battle. He was obviously very skilled in a fight, and very used to
fighting these kinds of beings. Stephen told her that he was from
another universe and he personally didn’t like the man, but respected
his choice in assisting and was grateful for the opportunity to distract
two of the biggest weapons in Chronos. And remain alive at that. He even
managed to vaporize Warrior Guyver Vamore twice, and the weapon he
released towards the end of the battle made Chronos call a full retreat
of their forces back from an all-out attack on our retreat. But the
violence in which he fought, it was like pure rage tempered with the
desire to protect.
Then there was Sedah. Just looking at him was enough to tell
Angel that his unit was far too similar to be anything but a version of
her own. W’Kar had attacked him hard, but the coward used the
distraction from Warrior Guyver Vamore to escape the battle and attack a
group of armored marines. A Bio-Titan in their midst is bad enough for
them, but a guyver as powerful as him decimated them. Angel ran to them
but by the time she had got there it was too late. Bodies strew the
ground of at least six dozen good men and women. It was then she
attacked, but the battle was cut short by a massive weapon fired by
W’Kar that sent Guyver Powered Zerebubuse flying past them. Sedah had
teleported away.
She opened the flap of the main command tent where she saw two of
the commanders and Warrior Guyver 2 standing there, along with Sean
Barker in the seat near them with his wife Cori, also known as the
Battle Guyver. She was a test unit designed by the creator Solom and was
his first successful implementation of the HSL energy system. A
breakthrough artifact by any creators standards. Though it was more
useful here than in some creators collection.
Also sitting in a chair was Tyrone Benin, a man she met working
for the EDF. His codename was Crimson, obviously due to an under active
imagination. His Hyper-Aceaer test unit had accidentally merged with a
grakken unit. Her system told her that it was the cause of the change in
the units capability. But she knew he was pretty tough for an Aceaer.
Tyrone, Sean and Cori were the first to look up at her in her
guyver form. The couple looked at each other and Tyrone raised an
eyebrow.
“You know, you can take that off for awhile you know,” one of the
EDF commanders said to her.
Angel shook her head. “No, I have a longer range than what a
warrior unit would have, I can catch any incoming attacks a lot sooner
while I have it active.”
The Commanders nodded to each other, letting Angel have a quick
sigh of relief. She began to power down her wing emissions, letting the
two flaps of material shrink and lock into her back. The four shoulder
spikes she had were almost always in the way though. And she had yet to
figure out what they did exactly when she realized they too could be set
away. So she concentrated and suddenly the six spikes began pulling into
themselves and locking into six small columns that pulled into her back.
Warrior Guyver 2 tipped his head a bit. “Well, alright.
Commanders, like I was saying. We should….”
Angel sat through the talks of plans and new tactics. It seemed
Warrior Guyver 2 wanted to perform some hit and run guerilla warfare,
but the ACTF commander disagreed and wanted to pursue a quick strategic
attack against the main Chronos line using the Warrior Guyvers and any
other guyver who could teleport. It went on and on from there. Though
she paid close attention she felt in her heart the best method would be
to go Stephens way. She couldn’t explain it to herself, but she began
analyzing the various outcomes and strategies without even noticing that
she was doing it.
“Are you okay?” she heard someone say.
Angel snapped out of her daze. “Huh?”
Cori looked at her. “Are you alright?”
Angel chuckled. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking about the fight.”
Sean nodded. “It’s getting pretty intense out there.”
Angel nodded in turn. It was getting very intense out there.
Death tolls were racking up on both sides. And with so many Bio-Titans
and Gliddean running around, the armored marines had their hands more
full than the guyvers.
Ten minutes had passed before the EDF commander got a call on his
cell phone. His expression changed for just a moment before he hung up.
“Our Guyvers and Aceaers are being called back.”
“WHAT!,” yelled the ACTF commander. “But were about to perform a
huge attack, we need them!”
The EDF commander put up his hand. “I understand,” he said
looking to the shocked faces around him. “But orders are orders. The EDF
plans to perform some attacks on some major Zoanoid development centers
while the majority of Chronos dangerous forces are located here. I have
been authorized to allow our ground troops to remain here under
temporary ACTF command along with their armors.”
Captain Tyrone Benin stood up and saluted. “Yes sir!”
“Go give the orders, Captain.”
Tyrone left with a bit of slowness in his step. The captain did
not want to leave this battlefield, but he understood that they would
not get a chance like this again and did not want to squander it either.
Warrior Guyver 2 nodded to the commander. “We will compensate for
the loss,” he said to them all.
“I am glad you understand. Angel?”
Angel looked down to the middle aged man. “Yes.”
“The EDF also requests your assistance. With you at out backs we
should be able to make quicker work of the facilities and make it back
here in time to further assist the effort here.”
I’m too tired. I only had
three hours of sleep. I only came to help because I knew what would
happen, why do you all keep dragging me into more and more fights.
“Yes… I will help,” she says. It was as though the words were
ablaze as they left her mouth. It burned her throat just to say them.
Her reluctant tone did not go unnoticed, but the Commander merely nodded
as the two of them walked out of the tent.
San Francisco,
California
The Home of FBI Investigator Marshall Thompson
Marshall Thompson was an FBI Investigator who lived in the United
States. His life is good. His wife, Ellen, and he had two daughters and
a much older son. His son had joined the military and now fell under the
Anti-Chronos Task Force and is part of the armored marine division. His
younger daughter, Shelly, had just made the Honor Roll for her fourth
grade class. He had a chance to see her get the award. It was a blue
ribbon that she proudly displayed in her room next to a Care Bear
poster.
His older daughter Jennifer was part of the local 4-H club. She
was doing well in High School but her unfortunate habit of being a
tomboy was getting her father rather depressed. Especially when she
dressed in a white collar suit for her own prom night, then painted a
moustache on that resembled a bad impression of Groucho Marx. But he
loved her regardless.
His wife, god bless her soul, was a state attorney. Her work kept
her busy, but somehow she always found time to spend with her family.
Marshall wasn’t so lucky. His job kept him moving all the time.
For now he was spending a lot of time moving back and forth gaining
little bits of intelligence for the US government on local Chronos
activities. In all, he’s spent rather little time with his family since
his older daughter was in elementary school.
He was regretting that now.
It happened as he stepped inside the house from a day of work. He
saw the door cracked open slightly with his dead bolt torn off of the
wall. In fear, Marshall pulled his gun from his holster behind his
blazer and crept in the door where he felt a light shock on the back of
his neck and his thoughts drifted.
It seemed only a few moments later when his eyes finally saw fit
to open themselves. The haze was still there. He heard crying from his
side and turned to see his two daughters, Shelly and Jennifer were on
the ground tied up and sitting on two chairs. His heart nearly stopped
in fear at the sobbing eyes of his daughters. From his left he heard
sounds in the kitchen, but could not turn his head far enough to look.
“I’m singin’ in the rain. Just singin’ in the rain. What a
glorious feeling, I’m happy again,” was the sound coming from the back
room as he heard his refrigerator open, a sigh, then shut.
“Mr. Thompson, surely you can do better than boxed wine. Some
inexpensive Merlot perhaps, even Zinfandel? It seems not. A shame.”
The sound of that voice sent a shiver down his spine. He
recognized it well enough. Sedah, the Killer of Man. He was the
detective put on the case to track the murderer. It was later he
discovered that the psychiatrist he was working with, Dr. Edward Hunter,
was none other than Sedah himself. His confidence in him gave Sedah the
information needed to continue his spree of killings well over five
additional years. His evidence helped put Sedah in his lockbox in
Australia. And now his family was in on this.
Marshall struggled valiantly, but to no avail as he heard the
voice of the monster above and behind him. His daughter’s eyes looking
to the fearful man let him know where he was.
“Slip-knots, Mr. Thompson. They only get tighter as you
struggle.”
His murmurs under the gag were nearly inaudible.
Sedah stepped out in front of him, and he looked at him. To his
surprise Sedah looked quite younger than he was, but wore the very same
Versache suit. His eyes though, were different. As was his hair. His
hair was long and worn into a pony tail. Mostly composed of the color
purple, but it was finely laced with the occasional color green or red.
His eyes were no longer both blue either. Instead his left eye had
changed color to green, and had become slitted and cat-like.
He stood there wearing the outfit and sipping what appeared to be
a bottle of crystal clear in a wine glass. It had a small umbrella in
it, and he smiled as he sat.
“I must remark on how wonderful it is to see you again, Mr.
Thompson, I must say, you have a lovely family,” he remarks as he sat on
the couch just to the side of his nine year old daughter. He reached his
latex gloved hand out and pulled a few strands of her blond hair away
from her eyes.
“Especially your wife. Though I have a few concerns I would like
to share with you,” he said taking his hand from the little girl’s face
and smiling to Marshall. “You see Mr. Thompson, I found out some
disturbing news regarding your family. Your wife seems to be having an
affair with your partner, a Mr. Jenning.”
Marshall’s eyes went wide, but focused in on Sedah. He was lying,
his wife would never betray him in such a manner. Sedah was a clever
liar.
Sedah chuckled and took a sip of his water. “I know that face.
No, I am not lying. Ask your daughter, after all she is also involved
with said Mr. Jenning. I believe it has something to do with her lack of
employment. She has to pay for her drugs some way, doesn’t she. Ecstasy,
that’s what I believe it is called by street slang now. MDMA, EA-1475.
The list goes on really.” He chuckled and pulled a rolled up napkin from
his pocket and opened it on the table, revealing six small colored
pills. “You both were part of OCDETF, were you not?”
He jumps in his chair in anger at Sedah.
“Anger will not help you. But I know what can. After all, the
only innocent one in your entire family is little Shelly here,” he says
and rubs the top of her head. “But, I will help you, Mr. Thompson.”
Sedah takes the pills and his glass of water, which has a little
bit left in it and begins to crush the pills inside of it. As he does
so, Marshall begins to dread what the monster will do. “Jennifer. It is
not an easy thing to Overdose on MDMA you know. The average dosage of a
single pill is well below the needed amount to cause an overdose. But,
that is considering a nearly adult or adult body, like that you and your
father possess. Shelly here though, well, she has at the most a third of
the total body mass that you do.”
Jennifer begins to visually sob as her father struggles as hard
as possible against his bonds. Vainly, his sheer ferocity causes his
chair to slip and fall to the floor, him with it.
“Please young Mrs. Thompson, quiet. After all what is the
difference? You risked the same when you took these pills. The same
looks would have come from your father. You little sister would have
lived a life of regret for not helping her older sister in time. Where
she went from there, well, it is as good a chance she would be a sinner
or a saint.” Sedah then smiled and tipped open the 9yr old Shelly’s
mouth and forced the drugged water in her mouth, then covered her mouth
and nose and forced her to swallow it all.
“Now, we will wait and see. Mr. Thompson, what is the access
codes for your personal computer. I know the databank can hook up to the
FBI mainframe. In the interest of our wonderful relationship, and the
favor I have just done for your darling teenage daughter. I suggest you
let me have them. I have been gone too long from the outside world and I
wish to catch up quickly”
Jennifer cried and tried to look away at her younger sister who’s
coughing started. Little Shelley’s eyes started to dilate.
“Oh no, my dear. You can’t look away.” Sedah said as he sat up
and pulled her chair towards her younger sister. Two of his gloved
fingers reached down and forcibly opened Jennifer’s eyelids and pointed
her head towards her convulsing sister.
“Watch intently on what such things do. I would hate for my favor
to your father to go unheeded.”
Jennifer watched her nine year old sister Shelly slowly die over
a period of an hour, before Sedah cleaned the young girl’s vomit from
her and undressed her and pulled the body to the kitchen where aside
from the sound of a knife carving, the sound of water running in the
sink, was the hum of Ludwig Von Beethoven’s 5th.
Chronos Zoanoid Processing Center
East Germany
Angel sat down unarmored on the ruined section of a wall that
once belonged to the facility. Her strike was quick and devastating.
First she threw herself up on the roof and let out a powerful EMP to
disable as much as possible. Many dozens of zoanoids came quickly and
went just as fast to some flare cannons and laser fire.
She did manage to catch her bike on the way up here.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a wrapped sandwich. Tuna
and Tomato. Not her favorite course of dining, but beggars can’t be
choosers in the EDF.
She had found a hat in the processing center that she took during
her battle. It was an old black baseball cap with the word’s ‘Wayne’s
World’ emblazoned on it. It made her laugh enough to take it from the
guard room and she was wearing it now, and with her hair flowing over
her ears and a good pair smoked lens sunglasses one could hardly tell of
her physical changes.
It worried her still. She wasn’t quite sure what was happening to
her. She tried to access the data stored in her memory bank, but nothing
was coming up. It seemed to operate automatically when she faced a new
situation, giving her anything it could discern about the new target.
Unit specifications, history, strengths and weaknesses. It’s current
status in the Creator Empire. All sorts of useful and useless
information. Sometimes she could access this on a whim, sometimes she
could not.
But she did feel better than she did before. Her occasional dizzy
spells from exerting herself too much had gone away.
Angel reached into the bag and pulled out a thermos she opened to
see water. Her hands again reached and rifled through her bag and she
pulled out a couple of packets of salt that she generously poured into
the water, stirred, and drank it, then poured the remainder on the
sandwich.
That quick break was all that was needed before Angel strapped
the bag on her back and took off again on the bike. The next facility
was well over fifty miles away, which will take her no more than a half
hour moving at top speed. The roads of back country Germany were long
and winding, her kind of ride. It was calming after so much contest, so
much battle, to just relax and let the road take her wherever it led.
She passed a house where she slowed down to take a closer look.
In the yard was a young girl playing in an above ground pool. Even in
this contested land, a child could still enjoy the simple pleasures of
swimming in a pool.
It made her sigh and smile as later she pulled off into the ally
of a small town. This town, she knew, was nearly 90% full of a zoanoid
population and she wasn’t about to risk her motorcycle getting destroyed
in a fight. So she maneuvered it over to the side of the alley and
knocked the kick stand down. She looked around the alley real quick and
found a discarded bed sheet that she threw over the bike to keep
onlookers from getting too curious. She set her helmet under the bed
cover and on the seat of the bike, pulled a pack of Bronco cigarettes
from the bag, and zipped up her jacket to hide the ACTF logo on her
sweatshirt.
She lit a cigarette and looked around the corner of the alley
where she saw two men walking next to each other. Her senses told her
they were both zoanoids, and both capable fighters. But she doubted the
lowest ranks of Chronos were given all technical data about her and the
other guyvers of this planet. So she took the risk and walked past them
puffing a drag on her cigarette. They only glanced behind them at her as
she walked past.
She grinned slightly. Cat-like or not, seems even she could rile
up the zoanoid libido.
She shook off the teenage thought and passed the corner heading
to the main processing branch. Better to scope out the place a little
first before attacking. She couldn’t be certain whether someone capable
stirred within.
As she rounded the corner she saw a small coffee shop holed in
the alley between a clothing store and a Subway. She looked to it and
noticed from it’s window she got a good view of the main gate of the
Chronos facility. So, taking her chance, she stepped inside.
The aroma of brewed coffee struck her nostrils like flames,
drawing her inside of the very posh atmosphere. A vintage poster on the
wall showed a woman in a flowered hat sipping a cup of coffee against an
all orange background. The counter was covered in small coffee cups
while pots boiled behind it. An espresso machine sat in the corner next
to a young lady who was just tossing out some coffee grounds.
“Oh,” the lady called out surprised to see her. “I didn’t hear
you, please, come in and sit wherever you want.”
Angel smiled and sat down in front of the window, which was
decorated in an amusing gold ruffled curtain with a few stuffed animals
sitting in the sill. It was then that the rain started. It fell tapping
against the window and washing away a bit of dirt on the outside. Angel
watched the water mix with it and pour down the window to unknown fates
below.
“What can I get for you?”
The girl’s voice startled Angel, and she turned to see her
standing next to the table wearing a smile and holding a notepad and a
ballpoint pen. Angel smiled at her.
“Cappuccino and a bagel please,” Angel said to her. The girl
wrote quickly and nodded.
“It will only be a moment.”
New Cork, Texas
Solufein was weary from the battle still. He and Zeugma had faced
the creature known as Crystallite with fervor, but ultimately lost the
battle. Zeugma had said it was okay. Solufein was unsure as he sat
between time in her tent in the land of Australia. He had witnessed a
great many things as he sat there, contemplating his surroundings.
Kron was alive as well. The Warrior bred, the greatest hunter and
warrior his tribe had ever known. Kron was not born of his tribe but had
come from another. A smaller warrior tribe who had been decimated in
battle with the Tribe of the Form. Kron’s tribe, the tribe of the Black
Fang, had lost many of their warriors. Zeugma’s tribe, his tribe, the
Tribe of the Great Snake had agreed to merge their families. Solufein
was 12 years old then.
Zeugma, daughter of Numidan, son of Berago. She was to be
Solufein’s wife.
It was agreed between the two families that the son of the
shaman, Solufein, would wed the future Clan Mother Zeugma on their
sixteenth year so that they would rule the tribe in the names of their
gods and before the sun itself. But the Black Fang brought change,
brought hate, brought anger into their homes.
No one is sure how Numidan, the Clan Father, had died. That was
except for Solufein who witnessed Kron on one of the hunting parties
slit the Clan Father’s throat with a obsidian cutting knife. It was one
of Solufein’s first hunting expeditions to prove he could survive and
prosper in the wild. The son of the Shaman was supposed to speak to the
spirits of the world, and hear the voices of the gods, not hunt. But it
was needed. Solufein was dressed in his normal attire. A pair of leather
leg coverings made of doeskin, a knife, spear, and his necklace made of
the finger bones of the deceased members of the tribe.
Solufein remembers the look in the old mans eyes as Kron slowly
pulled the blade across his throat and said the words, the words
Solufein will never manage to forget. “I will have this tribe. The
strength of your daughter will be added to mine. She will bear my
children, and I will lead this tribe to glory with the blood of my
enemies.”
Solufein was appalled, but fear struck him harder than his desire
to do right. Solufein, after all, was next as far as he could tell.
Solufein had to die or be beaten in combat on his wedding day to be
displaced as Clan Mother Zeugma’s husband.
That day came when Solufein turned sixteen, and Zeugma was
already past that age by many moons. Kron challenged him to claim
Zeugma.
Solufein was afraid. Kron was a far more powerful man. He stood
nearly an entire foot taller than Solufein alone. But they did battle
anyway.
The fight was intense between them. Solufein was vastly out
powered by the brute with his axe made of rock and just his body itself.
Solufein’s spear was broken in half by Kron, and he was kicked through a
hut. Solufein recovered, but he knew bones in his chest had snapped
under Kron’s strength.
Kron leaped through the shattered remains of the hut and hit
Solufein in the face with his massive first, sending him hurling to the
ground where Kron smashed him continuously in the face, chest, head,
back and shoulder with his feet. It was only when Zeugma had intervened
that Solufein’s life was changed.
She looked so beautiful then. Her hair was decorated with berries
and flowers with her cool green eyes looking down on him. She was
wrapped in a light brown skin made of rabbit fur and looked kindly into
Solufein’s eyes. Then she said it.
“Kron, you have won. My hand is yours.”
And then the next sentence.
“Do not despair Solufein. Kron will bear strong children for this
tribe, stronger than you would have. It is better this way,” she said
with the most sincere smile he had ever seen on her face short of the
times they had spent together as children. Though they knew they would
always be wed, the two of them were friends before that time.
Solufein wanted to tell her what he had witnessed, the cruelty of
Kron and the Black Fang tribe. The violence they brought into their
homes. But he knew she would not listen. Even before this she would have
turned his thoughts aside. Now she would think it a lie to keep her
hand. So Solufein nodded. With a broken nose, ribs, and arm he watched
Zeugma get married to Kron, and seek privacy for the bearing of the
future Clan Father.
It was not long before Kron began showing his dominance. Though
he dare never strike Zeugma, for her word could banish him from
leadership at any moment as the daughter of the once Clan Father, his
hands were all over the village. War came soon, and Kron brought his
people to slaughter a tribe that they had been friends with for as long
as Solufein could remember. His own father, the Tribe Shaman, was killed
by Kron in front of everyone because he did not tell Kron of the enemies
weakness soon enough, citing that the gods had forgotten my father.
I was Tribe Shaman for only two years before our gods came for
us. They descended upon us in lights and sound and took our tribe away
from our homes. I was delighted, for it meant that we would be saved
from Clan Father Kron’s madness. But that was not the case.
Our wars had attracted our Gods. It was because of Kron they came
for us. Kron and Zeugma were made to be the Clan Leaders of all peoples.
They were turned first so that the rest of us could witness their
ascent. Zeugma stood with golden skin and bright green eyes, and her
husband stood beside her with darkened skin like hers, covered in orbs
that shown like the stars. His skin was a coarse deep brown mixed with
blue, and his mouth was full of sharp teeth.
It was then that Solufein and the other tribe members were pulled
away and put inside of tubes made of invisible stone and drowned in
liquid air. Many of them were too frightened and died somehow. Solufein
did not know.
Many of the members became powerful beings. Creatures that could
control the forces of nature itself. Lightning, fire, earth, air, water,
even forces of nature that were new to Solufein called gravity, plasma
and such. Some could throw light from their very finger tips that could
burn mountains, some could lift objects of such weight that it took many
hundred men to perform. It was incredible.
Solufein though, he was different. His body changed but his mind
grew more. His skin lost color, while his hair turned as black as the
night sky. His eyes shone like the great sun. The mark on his body that
was once the scars he bore of his tribe now changed into a glowing
liquid that swarmed over his body. His mind was alight. Thoughts of his
tribe members would invade his own so much so that he sometimes thought
he was a completely different person. The gods, they gave him a name.
“The Lost One.”
Many times his gods saw fit to test him, to probe him, to make
him battle against guyvers and his fellow tribe members, called Zoalords
like him. He even battled against Kron himself. Solufein left Kron
screaming and holding his head as his power overwhelmed his mind. His
gods could not explain what had happened to Solufein so kept him locked
up with his gods checking up on him, taking pieces of him, so on and so
forth. Zeugma came to see him on occasion. Not often, but the two of the
knew their gods were doing all they could to help Solufein. His body was
weaker than most Zoalords, as was his strength. But Solufein could do
things no other Zoalord had ever done before. He could force control of
another Zoalord, force them to do as he wished. He could spend time
between time itself, moving between the very fabric of time. He could
harness raw energy, molding it and changing it to nearly anything he
desired. He could turn fire into wood, wood into iron. He could even
raise the dead themselves. His eyes held no bounds, and he could sit and
watch the world over merely by thinking of it.
But then the Guyver Zoalord came. Reeve, a member of the Black
Fang tribe. He was bonded with a Guyver unit, the newest experiment of
the gods. His powerful overwhelmed, and he did as Solufein knew all true
Black Fang do. He sought power. But this time it went too far. Reeve
sought power over the gods themselves. His fury destroyed many members
of his own Tribe of the Great Snake. Zeugma and Kron themselves went to
try and save their gods. But some of the gods were not convinced that
they could do it alone. Solufein was sent with one final mission. Zeugma
and Kron had been sent to capture the Guyver Supreme and Guyver 0, and
managed to do so with the Guyver Supreme. They were redirected to do the
same with Reeve.
Solufein was to help.
He went, as fast as he could. But he was still too late. Reeve
had killed both Kron and Zeugma.
Solufein wept and moved toward her. Using most of his power he
restored her life, weakened as it was, and she looked up to him and
smiled. She told him to recover the Guyver Supreme unit and the remover,
and do what he could to save Kron.
Solufein did as he was told, he had no choice really. Again, with
awesome power he breathed breath back into Kron and headed off after
taking once lasting glance at Zeugma, so weakened she and Kron had
passed out. He prayed to his gods that Zeugma would be saved and sped
off to meet Reeve.
When he had arrived the scene was horrible to behold. All around
him the members of both the Great Snake and Black Fang tribe were left
in ruin. Bodies were everywhere rotting and dying. Solufein witnessed
one of his last living clan members point to the mountain to the east
before he died. Solufein went and found the Guyver 0 there, looking
through debris and cursing in the tongue of another tribe. He initiated
a powerful telekinetic wave and threw the guyver from the mountain
before he even noticed his presence and he found the Guyver Supreme
unit.
Solufein grabbed the unit and left, flying hurriedly north across
the ice caps to reach the island of Solom, but by the time he got there
the relic was already flying towards space, the Guyver Zoalord in
pursuit. He witnessed as Reeve blasted a portion of the craft to pieces
and sent it plummeting back down towards the white range of the snow.
Solufein heard Solom’s call, and went to attack Reeve. During the battle
he was blasted by a ray of power that sent his already weak body,
brought on by resurrecting the two Clan Leaders, and the unit hurling
through the sky and crashing through a chunk of into a snow mountain.
Solufein woke hours later, his body wreathed in pain. Somehow,
his Psychometabolism helped him survive. He was broken completely. He
could not move even his own neck as his spine was snapped from impact.
Solufein did the only thing he could. He reached back into his mind and
put himself into hibernation while his body began to absorb what little
heat and energy was around to heal himself.
But Solufein knew he made one drastic error. His mind never woke
up. He had placed himself into a dream state that was far too joyous to
let go of. There he was happy, living amongst his tribe again. But the
memory faded away of that place just as quickly, leaving Solufein to
face the grim reality of the world.
So as Solufein stood in the room with Zeugma, the home of one
Warrior Guyver, he could not help but silently weep to himself. His gods
were gone, that he learned from the minds of the beings in Australia,
those around the world really. Alkanphel had returned and decided to go
to war with the human race so that he could raise an empire capable of
destroying the gods. Alkanphel was no better than Reeve was.
Still, Solufein was slowly learning the truth. Thoughts and
emotions poured from the members of Chronos of the creators and their
attempt to destroy the world. A story he had never heard and nearly
refused to believe. It was hard to accept, but slowly the ancient shaman
was doing just that.
Out of time as he was he was there to witness the assault of the
creature they called Eliminator. Solufein thought of assisting, but
considering the danger involved of exposing his existence he decided not
to. Already the minds around had shown that Dreadnought, the Warrior
Guyver, had defeated the Guyver Zoalord for the gods. That sort of power
was not to be taken lightly. Though he had for the most part avoided
detection by this Dreadnought he was not about to push his own luck. He
had to watch after Zeugma after all. So much has really drained her, and
Solufein sang to her while she slept. A mental tune, composed of flowing
thoughts and mental chimes that helped calm her mind and let her rest
easy.
Existing outside of time was easy for the Zoalord. Time flowed so
slowly for him it would take nearly five minutes for one to actually
finish one sentence. It gave him a stealth no other being could dream
of, and the ability to remain in thought in the middle of battle. Time
displacement was not without it’s own deficiencies. Many of his own
powers were greatly diminished while existing here. He could not look
farther than his two eyes could see. He could not touch anything solid
with any more force than a bird that had landed upon a branch. His own
mental powers were nearly nulled, only by touching an individual could
he hear their thoughts and even then they were chaotic.
Zeugma sat in a chair combing her hair. She had taken a bath
earlier, and Solufein was polite enough to wait outside while she did
so. Days had passed, and she returned to the room and slowly sat with
the brush. Her face was covered in worry and fear as she looked into the
mirror. Solufein sat on her bed and stared at her for what seemed like
hours to him. She looked the same. Even dressed in the modern trappings
of this world, she still looked the same to him.
He himself had found clothing. Though he did not understand the
fashions of this world, and often he and his people would move about in
the nude, it seemed now it was considered an untactful thing to do. So
Solufein dressed in modern attire. He had found that he liked the robes
of this world a lot. So he had taken one.
His concentration brought him back into normal time frame. All
around him would not sense him but her, he knew. As his world began to
fast forward back into normal time he watched as Zeugma raised an
eyebrow and then turned to look at him as his form seemed to materialize
out of nothing.
“Solufein, what are you doing here?” she asked, puzzled.
Solufein had begun to pick up the languages of this world. “I
am………sorry Clan Mother, I did not……mean to scare you.”
Zeugma noticed his clothing then, and the expression on her face
was a mix of amusement and surprise.
Solufein looked down at his clothing and then back up to her.
“Is…something wrong?”
“You’re wearing a dress.”
“I am. It fits well, though I think it would not hold well in the
forest,” he said pulling at the straps of the top of the dress.
Zeugma laughed. “No, no. I mean that is clothing for a female.”
Solufein looked at her puzzled. “Why is that making you laugh. It
is caterpillar silk. Not the hardiest of materials but I would not think
that so much a crime.”
Zeugma laughed even harder, her hair bouncing on her shoulders.
“You know what, let me help you.”
Solufein watched her with puzzlement as she pulled a case out
beneth the bed and unzipped it where she pulled out a black shirt and a
pair of pants. “Put these on.”
Solufein looked at the pants and knew instantly they would not
fit his body. So he reached out and touched them and Zeugma watched as
the pants grew slightly to accomadate him and he pulled off the blue
lace dress and slipped them on. It was then that Zeugma noticed the
necklace around his neck. He still wore the dress of the Shaman.
“How……much have you learned in your absence?”
Solufein pulled on the shirt. “Much. I must ask you many
questions. But someone needs you first.”
Zeugma looked to him confused when she heard a familiar voice
call out.
“ZEUGMA!” a sound resonated outward. Fiona had called her.
“You should try
and not read minds,” she said. “Many consider it rude.”
“I was not. I
cannot read her mind, she is a warrior guyver. Were she not I could
while the armor was not there. I merely felt her needing you, Clan
Mother.”
Zeugma looked
almost shameful at the words of her title, something Solufein did not
expect. “Listen, can you do that thing where you stay hidden?”
Solufein nodded to
her.
“Good, do it. It
is best if Fiona did not know you were here right now.”
“I have been here
a good number of days now.”
Zeugma looked
almost shocked. Jason had been here on a number of occasions, as well as
the Eliminator. Why had he not intervened?
“I could not
intervene with the Eliminator while out of time. And I knew that if I
had, it would have made me a quick target. And… there was the number of
guyvers in the area. I was watching for their treachery against you,” he
said looking at her.
“They have not,
nor would they.”
Zeugma looked into
his golden eyes. No matter if he was in his battle form or not, his eyes
were still a golden orb. One of the oddest things about him.
“Still, do it
before she get’s here.”
“Of course.”
And Solufein did
just that as the door began to open with Fiona coming in. Their
conversation was about a race of creatures known as the Grakken, and
their war in the land of Australia. Millions were coming, and
Dreadnought with Chronos and a creature called W’Kar were battling the
entire horde of them.
Solufein waited and watched, studying the interaction between
them for hours upon hours. They were friends. That made Solufein smile,
no matter how heretical that felt. She deserved a friend. If anyone in
the world deserved a friend, it was her.
So Solufein got up
and stepped out of the room. Downstairs the young woman named Elera had
opened the door. Healed completely, for that Solufein was glad. He slid
behind her and out the door and whispered in her ear.
“You need not
worry, young girl. The Tribe shall protect you.”
And with that,
Solufein walked towards the rising sun.
An Hour Later
Angel finally set down at the meeting spot through teleportation.
She had never liked such methods and quivered under the armor at the
feeling of shifting through dimensions. She saw the unarmored form of
Fiona O’Conner, Zeugma the Master Zoalord, and Elera who Zeugma had told
her about.
“What’s wrong?” Angel asked, keeping her armor on. Armored she
was still only a foot taller than most of them. Standing next to other
beings of her relative power was almost daunting, as nearly all of them
at least dwarfed her height by two feet.
Fiona was the first to speak up. “Australia is under siege by the
Grakken.”
Angel cocked her head in slight confusion, and though the girls
could not see it her eyes were wide in panic. “How large of a fleet?”
Zeugma was the first to show signs of curiosity at Angel knowing
such things, things Angel was not present for yet knew. Already she had
surprised Zeugma on many of an occasion. And her and Elera were both
curious, speaking in their minds, as to why Angel had not deactivated
the armor.
“Millions. Jason, Greg, and a large portion of the Chronos
military is fighting them off but their losing fast. Strong as they are
there are just too many!” Fiona says.
Angel sighs. She knew what the grakken would do should they
gather the resources of that clan ship. The upgrades would set them
above the creators, and their war would spill on earth. “I’ll…….do what
I can.”
Worry was dripping off of Fiona’s face. Jason kept stopping her
from showing up right now and any communication between them was
dangerous for Jason as far as she knew. Angel could sense the anxiety in
her.
Fiona nodded. “Please, help him.”
Angel nodded and glanced at Zeugma and Elera. Both she knew were
getting very inquisitive towards her. Not something she appreciated, but
not something she could do anything about.
Angel turned and teleported again.
It took a few seconds before the three girls walked off again.
A paltry six hundred feet away two cloaked figures stood waiting.
Then out of the darkness came a small purple like guyver, one called the
Primitive Guyver. He stood there looking at the two cloaked beings.
<”So, it was the woman warrior guyver?”>
One of the cloaked beings came out of his hiding. He was large
and gray with two large spikes coming out of his back and under his
arms. His finger tips were all vibrational blades. <”Yes, it was.”>
The other hidden guyver came forth, his red form had multiple
blades placed in different positions. <”And the Zoalord. But someone
else as well.”>
Primitive Guyver looked at the two of them. <”Whom?”>
<”A survivor. A young female from the zoalord family.”> the gray
one said.
<”We were not as thorough with their execution as we had
believed,”> said the one clad in red armor. <”Regardless, the relic we
had in the buried city was compromised. We have securely moved it to our
second base in South America.”>
Primitive Guyver nodded. <”Very well. Things are proceeding as
planned. We will meet in one month in the second base to discuss what we
shall do with the zoalord child.”>
The gray one speaks as well. <”Agreed. My unit is beginning to
recess, I must feed quickly so I am leaving.”>
The two guyvers nod to him as teleports away.
<”How is the experiment going?”> the red guyver asks the
Primitive Guyver before turning to leave.
<”Right now, it is jeopardy. But I feel as though it will be
handled well.”>
The Red Guyver nods and walks off, his body cloaking and turning
as invisible as air as Primitive Guyver stands overlooking the three
females walking away.
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