'Hellhole...' The only thought that
roamed the Guyvers mind as she lunged towards another simulation. She felt a
tightness wrap around her body and she swung her elbow back towards her
assailants neck. During the entire battle she had felt the uncomfortable
pressure within her joints, the begging of her High Frequency blades to be
released. As her elbow collided with synthetic skin she released this pressure.
The result was the shirking sound made as her right blade made its release,
piercing through the neck of her would be attacker, severing both jugular veins
as well as both carotid arteries. Bloodlike fluids dribbled down her arm and
down her back, pooling as thick ooze around her feet.
Retracting the blade she listened to the muffled thud as
the body fell to the floor. All she wanted was to find a way to get to those who
were able to leave, but her idle thoughts were interrupted as she heard the
sounds of photon energy being shot at her. Her ocular sensors kept her
constantly informed of the changes, just as a pillar jutted up from the ground.
With great skill and power she pushed from the ground, flying effortlessly above
the pillar and onto its top, something unbelievable to most given the Guyvers
weight which measured in the tons. "You have to adjust for sudden changes." came
the voice of one of the techs who was running the simulation.
Kashii though remained silent, her ocular orbs
continuing to hum as they slid through the seemingly worn grooves through the
head piece of her bio armor. His attempt to distract her was ineffective as she
again released her High Frequency blades in more than enough time to send the
next volley of photon blasts into various areas of the walls, watching them
smoke as she leapt from the pillar she was perched on and dashed at amazing
speeds, taking out each gun rather effectively. During the whole simulation her
ocular sensors had been carefully scanning the interior, searching out the
window where her new...friends, were watching her. It was interesting just how
willing they were to assist her in return for sparing the life of their little
As she headed towards the window a group of at least
twenty appeared around her and quickly closed in. Spinning once in a counter
clockwise motion she listened to the hum of her blades as they ripped through
flesh, but as they did this the Gravity Controller located upon her abdomen
began to pulsate faintly as it drew in the expended energy released by her
fallen prey. This gathered energy traveled through the small network to the now
shimmering laser orb upon the center of her forehead and as the last of her
enemies fell into a blood stained heap she was again on the move. With a single
leap she released the pulse of energy from her laser, watching as the glass
Seeing the glass shatter sent those in the monitor room
scampering for anything safe to hide in, behind or under. As she landed upon the
casing of the window all ocular sensors aimed forward upon the man doing the
simulation. The man backed up, seeing his reflection where her eyes would rest.
She stared at him intently, her form appearing to be carved from stone. 'Hiding
gives you a false sense of security.' came the echo of her voice through his
mind. She then walked into the control room as if nothing had happened and
exited the station heading towards the lab itself to see if perhaps they had
managed to successfully complete a boost pack for her to leave this wretched
As she passed various buildings she remembered the first
time she'd found them. Two of the aids to the Leader had fallen to her blades.
The leader herself would have succumbed to the power of her Mega Smasher but she
was able to manipulate the air around her to create a guard that prevented their
deaths, but they did suffer repercussions from the attack in the way of broken
bones. At first she thought of using them for their technology but assumed that
the other Guyver Units would probably have knowledge that vastly outranked them.
She then informed them that she was there to kill the one named Archer Vance,
the leader of Trinity.
After seeing her in action for the brief time she was in
it they knew that if she were to try she would eventually succeed so the group
bartered with the sapphire Guyver, offering her instead, a way to escape the
realm and seek out the Guyvers that were able to escape. So as they worked on
the boost unit she spent her days taking in fine details of her surroundings and
training to better hone her skills as a threat to anything that was perceived as
As she walked into the Labs the air suddenly became
mildly tense. Apparently word had gotten around quickly about her bout of
training, but they never fully trusted her from the start. Not that she blamed
them. She'd be suspicious of someone sticking around that was hired to kill the
leader of the GSF. She ignored them, appeared to anyway, though her ocular
sensory orbs continued their quiet humming as they took in all movement made
around her as she approached the director of the Labs. 'You have information?'
she asked, watching as the man shuddered against his will.
No one really liked having her voice being heard in
their heads, something about a fabled ability to read ones mind or something
along those lines. "Y..yes.." he stammered slightly as he adjusted his glasses.
He then turned from her and beckoned for her to follow. He then began explaining
that they were able to complete a boost unit that would safely take her from the
realm. The only reason that it had taken so long...was because the bio armor was
extremely heavy and they needed to get her safely from the pull of gravity.
Through trial and error they were able to make it no bigger than a standard
pack, able to be slung over both shoulders and fastened around the chest just
above the split of her midsection cavity where the energy for her Mega Smasher
would gather and fire.
He explained to her how it would work and how long the
power cells would last. "Once you get out of the pull give yourself enough
forward momentum and shut the boosters down to conserve resources." he told her
as he assisted her in putting the pack on. She just nodded, feeling her bio
armor adjust to the slightly snug fit but at least it wouldn't come off....
A small group including Archer followed her outside to
an open area of the base but as she reached the place she would launch from only
Archer followed her out. "A strike team has been dispatched to deal with the
group responsible for putting out the hit." The two exchanged other words, each
ending the conversation with a nod. As she sought out the best direction to run
the Lab Director approached and she turned her head towards him as he handed her
a belt that held three additional power cells.
"Just in case." he said before rejoining Archer once
more with the rest of the group. Kashii again nodded her head as several of her
sensory orbs focused upon a suitable path and after fastening the belt around
her waist she turned and with a kicked up cloud of dust she was gone, nothing
more than a blue blur flowing across the landscape. When she achieved her max
speed she leapt into the air, and as she did that, activated the boost pack. She
felt the sudden jerk of movement as she was sent towards the emptiness of space.
It didn't take long to breach gravity's hold and once she was far enough away
she turned off the boost pack, having enough forward momentum to continue
forward at a good clip.
Now started the search for those she had begun to grow
Mon-El flies point in front of the
Alliance of Unified Dimensions ship, Worthington. He has been tasked with
guarding this ship from the Alliance of Unified Dimensions enemies, the
Ralaruru. They have been trying to crack the dimensional codes on the jump gates
for quite some time now, but the duty to guard those has been left to someone
else. Mon-El can’t help but feel like he is given a token post, he feels
worthless flying through the openness of space, leading a ship on it’s rounds.
Annoyed at the Alliance of Unified Dimensions, Mon-El
can only do as he is told, how he is told to do it, and ignore everything else.
Spending his time scanning the emptiness of space that surrounds him, his
thoughts always drift back to the Guyver Strike Force. If it weren’t for
GuyverWarrior he wouldn’t be in this mess. Shaking his head clear of old
memories, he continues his monotonous scanning of his immediate environment.
Blasted asteroids, broken glaciers and sizable sheets of
metal block the
Worthington's path, using his ocular
lasers Mon-El dispatches the debris out of the way. In this universe, Guyvers
have been outlawed, it has been quite some time since he has activated his unit,
since the revolt caused by GuyverWarrior in fact. Cursing to himself, Mon-El
signals the Worthington to change course, in order to avoid a nebula which could
damage the ship. As it stands the nebula doesn’t affect the Omega Suit’s
shielding, so Mon-El decides to fly straight through it, too lazy to alter his
heading in accordance with the Worthington.
During his travels, Mon-El isn’t normally affected by
the Guyver, but since its lack of use, and Mon-El’s boredom grows he sometimes
hears a voice in his head. The voice tells him to boost and wreak havoc, to rain
destruction down upon everything. This has caused uneasiness in Mon-El, which
seems to make him exhibit anti-social behavior, being fearful that one day he
will lose control. Emerging from the nebula, Mon-El’s sensors detect that the
Worthington is still making its way
around, and halts, awaiting its arrival. Trying to keep his mind occupied,
Mon-El begins to scan space once again, and receives a weird reading to his
right about a mile out.
Shrugging to himself, Mon-El decides to go check the
reading out since it is not showing up very well on his scanners, which is quite
peculiar. Arriving at the disturbance, it seems to be a pinhole of light, about
the width of his finger. A strange temporal reading can be detected, yet the
exact time it connects to cannot be determined. Wondering what could have
occurred to cause a rip in space/time, it doesn’t take long to figure out it
could’ve been a skirmish with the Ralaruru.
Sending a report to the
Mon-El says (( I have detected a spatial anomaly in grid 42, log this into the
report and continue along your projected course. )) Mon-El sends the ship new
coordinates, and begins to fly back to the Worthington when the time hole erupts
open causing a massive surge of energy. Fortunately Mon-El is up to the task,
and isn’t harmed by the blast. Spinning around his sensors probe the anomaly,
and acquires the exact temporal signature. Mon-El is taken aback as he looks at
the read-outs, it seems this rift in space/time is a direct link to his past,
shortly after the discord involving the Guyver Strike Force, but how, and why?
Kashii continued floating through
space, her course straight, her ocular orbs sliding through their grooves as
they searched out anything that might tell her which way she should go. The
vacuum of space was a different realm for the young Guyver, there was no sound,
no air, but somehow she still managed to survive. Though her curiosity had
picked up, she remained ever vigilant and it was that attention to detail that
led her to a strange reading.
The flux was to her right so she managed to flip
backwards and turn on the boost pack to stop her self. Turning her head in the
direction indicated by her sensory orbs she studied the oddity of the reading.
It was nothing like what she'd seen since she'd jumped and was coming from empty
space. Turning on the boost pack she made her way towards it though she was
almost tempted to just dismiss it entirely given the fact that it was so small,
but, this could also be something that could help her find the rest of the
Guyvers. Either way, it was worth investigating.
She maneuvered herself carefully over, under and around
floating rocks, diverting her attention long enough to look at a star as she
passed by it. Such wonders were held out here but she had more pressing issues
to attend to. As she moved towards the small rip it suddenly exploded outward
with a brilliant flash of light, a light bright enough that all of her ocular
orbs rotated to the backs of their grooves. While this was happening she was
being pulled towards the opening but she couldn't feel herself move so she was
unaware of her new found plight until she was mere meters from the mouth of
whatever lay before her.
She turned the boost pack to its full capacity but with
the pull of the anomaly she only found herself backing up mere inches compared
to how fast she normally would have gone. The energy given off by whatever it
was intense and her Control Metal began feeding off of it just as she caught
sight of several asteroids flying rapidly towards her due to the suction exerted
against them. She moved as best as she could while the laser charged but once it
was several beams of light shot through as many rocks as she could, their
shattered remains pelting her bio armor. Her laser orb wasn't really cutting it
though and she was nearly broadsided by another asteroid and when she unleashed
her High Frequency blades one of them became lodged and as she fought to free
herself she was bombarded and hurled into the suction.
As she was thrust into the wormhole she felt the boost
unit being ripped from around her along with the belt containing the three spare
power cells. She was now at the mercy of the elements and they were being none
too kind. As she thrashed around she managed to grip the split down the center
of her armor and pull it open. She was going to use her Mega Smasher to try and
keep herself from being clobbered but as she hovered, exposed while the Smasher
was charging a large asteroid smashed into her exposed chest cavity. Her body
lurched, folding almost in half as passing chunks of rocks continued their
never-ending assault against her, one even cracking one of the reflective plates
where her human eyes would be located.
She didn't even realize she'd been spit out the other
end and was now floating through space once more, wrapped around a slightly
smaller hunk of rock though her chest wall was now wrapped around it since she'd
lost her grip after she'd been hit. Her armor was littered with scuffs,
scratches and a few cracks, and all of it happening just after she'd managed to
get the blasted mutations under control. What else could possibly happen?
Running continuous scans of the
anomaly for his records, a few asteroids, one larger than the others emerge from
the singularity after which it closes. Approaching the stellar rocks, Mon-El
dispatches each of them with a few straight punches, creating clouds of pebbles
and dust, and as he is about to rid the universe of the last one, like so much
stellar garbage, it rotates and a form can be seen lying on it.
Once again Mon-El sends a message to the
finally some excitement... (( I’ve found a body, it seems to have come from the
anomaly, I’m going to check it out. )) A communications officer on board replies
to him (( Acknowledged Mon-El, confirm it’s not a hostile and report it’s
status, over. )) Approaching the body, it seems to be slender, like that of a
female and then his sensors give him a report about the armor covering it’s
body. A red flag appears on his heads up display announcing that there is a
problem, and already a signal is sent to the Worthington with the data, and
before Mon-El has a chance to check for life-signs the same communications
officer sends him a message.
(( Mon-El we’ve just received data from your computer
that the life-form is a Guyver, can you confirm? Over. )) Grabbing the form of
the lady Guyver, Mon-El confirms that she is alive, and replies to the
communications officer. (( That’s an affirmative on life-signs
do you want me to bring the female guyver aboard? )) Chattering can be heard
over the communications system as Mon-El waits for a reply, it’s strange, but
there is something about this woman that is familiar, even though it has been
quite a long time since he has seen a guyver, something is tugging at his
A reply is sent to Mon-El’s query, by the Captain of the
Worthington, (( Guyvers are outlawed
Mon-El you know this, by law she should be obliterated no questions asked. What
assurances do I have that she will behave herself? You are taking a rather large
risk. )) Gnashing his teeth as the Captain obviously makes his opinion on the
Guyvers known to everyone on the bridge, let alone to everyone listening in on
this channel, Mon-El replies.. (( I myself will personally take responsibility
for the female Guyver, and if she gets out of line, I will destroy her. ))
The Captain obviously uncomfortable with this situation
says to Mon-El (( If that’s how you want it, fine. But on two conditions, you
will be her personal baby-sitter, she will not be allowed access to critical
areas of this ship, and she will be bunking with you, in your quarters. I trust
you have no arguments. )) There are ooohs and laughter over the intercom, and
Mon-El only replies with (( So be it.)) Mon-El is very curious as to how this
guyver came to be here and why. She will be asked a great many questions, but
for now, she is taken onboard the
Mon-El emerging from the air-lock, and dragging the
female guyver behind him mutters to her to de-boost, and takes her to his
quarters. (( Here you will stay until I get off duty, it’s only in a couple
hours, and then I will have a great deal of questions to ask you, and you will
answer them. I stuck my neck out for you, and I won’t get stabbed in the back.
Behave and don’t boost, I will return. )) And so Mon-El returns to his duties,
all the while distracted by the questions rolling around in his head.
She heard someone’s voice and it was
the first sign of anything that she'd come out of the wormhole in one piece,
battered though she was. As she was dislodged from the boulder that was sticking
from her chest the covering snapped back like a vice upon her right side though
several of the elastin tendon like organs that drew the walls closed were cut
and nicked on the left and closing on that section came much slower and even
after it closed it was only partially and would gap open on occasion. As she was
spoken to or about, the ocular orbs that weren’t damaged rolled forward to focus
upon her would-be rescuer.
'Out of line?...Destroy?.....Me??' she thought to
herself as she was able to detect pieces of what was going on. She'd just had a
boulder make its temporary home in her chest cavity and doubted very much that
she was going to be in the position to cause any form of problems. Besides, all
she wanted to do was find the remnants of the GSF and forget that this nightmare
was even happening. Once she was taken through the air lock the Unit was
confident that the atmosphere was safe and just as she was ordered to de-boost
the Unit began retracting itself from around its host, sinking and disappearing
into her forehead so that it might heal.
Rika was now left in her human form, bruised but not
broken, being drug across the floor like she was some savage. Just where was she
exactly that a woman would be treated with such disrespect. The least he could
have done was take her to the medical ward to get checked out. She said nothing
though, still trying to feel out her surroundings and those who inhabited them.
When they reach his room he announces his intentions for her, declaring that he
stuck his neck out for her and that she now owes him. 'I never asked you to...'
came the echoed sound of her voice through his mind, tired, soft and broken
between words. He gave her no reaction though and exited the room and she
managed to turn her head in enough time to see the door close behind him.
She then rolled her head from side to side, taking in
the contours of the room, the objects that resided within these walls and then,
with some effort, she rolled to her side and pulled herself to the bed. 'What
would he want to ask me?' she asked herself as she crawled into the bed, her
head hitting the pillow with a muffled rush of escaping air. The thought of how
she ended up here was probably what he wanted to talk to her about, but how
could she explain something she didn't know about. She released a ragged sigh
and shook her head. She'd worry about that when he returned, but for now, she
would rest. She needed it and within minutes the young blonde was sound asleep,
her ribs expanding in shallow breaths to prevent too much pain from interrupting
her much needed rest.
Finishing the last 5 hours of his
escort duties, Mon-El returns to the Worthington, and immediately heads to the
chief of security’s office. Requesting security officers to accompany him to his
quarters in order to interrogate the female guyver, the security chief refuses
saying, “I won’t have my men put in jeopardy just because you want to satisfy
your… ahem... curiosity.” A few crewman laugh at the chief’s remark, and Mon-El
can only scowl at the officer in return, whom he outranks no less. Rolling his
shoulders, Mon-El ignores the looks he receives from the crewman around him, the
whispered remarks, and heads towards his quarters.
Entering his room, Mon-El can see the strange woman
sleeping in his bed, and so he takes the time to remove his armor and get
prepared for the questions he will soon bombard her with. One thing he must know
is whom she was allied with in the Guyver Strike Force. Mon-El picks up his
computer pad from his coffee table, and begins to write down information. He
begins with the information of the anomaly, what time the anomaly opened to, and
how she emerged from it. Even though it has been a long time since he has seen a
guyver, Mon-El can recognize a Unit-G without difficulty. He records this
information, but leaves the file open just in case he is wrong.
It is at this time however, that Mon-El tires of
waiting. The female guyver is not a guest; she is a prisoner until such time as
she is no longer deemed a threat. And so Mon-El walks over to her and turns on
the light above his bed. Not receiving a noticeable response Mon-El nudges her
and mutters quite gruffly, “Wake up! This is not a pleasure cruise, it is time
for you to answer my questions!!” Mon-El stands over her, looking over her with
scrutinizing eyes, he wears a peculiar black suit, similar to what a diver would
wear but there are what looks like diodes all over it. A black cape trails
behind him, shifting with each movement he makes.
Mon-El moves to a chair, and sits facing the female
guyver. He looks to her and picks up his computer pad, fully prepared to proceed
with the interrogation. “First things first, I want to know your name and who
you are allied with. And don’t try to lie to me. Depending on your answer, I
will know how to deal with you. A piece of free advice, boosting is illegal in
this universe. The Alliance of Unified dimensions outlawed Guyvers since the
Guyver Strike Force wars. So I’d suggest you refrain from using the Guyver
unless you want to die.”
Waiting a moment for the female guyver to absorb this
information, Mon-El punches a few keys into his computer pad, reviewing
information before continuing, “Second I want to know why you are here, were you
sent on a mission? And if yes, by whom? We have enough to worry about with the
Ralaruru, we don’t need an assault from another time. I can quite easily take
care of you myself if you turn out to be an enemy, nor will I hesitate.” And so,
Mon-El crosses his arms over his chest and patiently awaits the answers to his
questions, his muscles seem tense, as if he were expecting trouble, but being a
member of the Alliance of Unified Dimensions causes you to suspect an attack
It didn't seem like she'd been asleep
that long and the rest had slowly begun to do her some good though she was still
bruised and found it hard to take deep filling breaths. She lay upon her
stomach, sleeping when a brilliant light soon loomed over her but as she tried
to stir she felt herself being nudged, her form rolling to the side, her body
tensing with each movement as bruised ribs pressed against the mattress. Her
shirt moved enough to reveal these marks to him though with the light now
shimmering into her visage she could barely make out the form though as he moved
she caught sight of a uniform.
Immediately she was taken back to the time she'd spent
in prison, awaiting her execution. Guards would constantly bombard her with
questions, demanding information, answers, whatever they thought they needed,
things they assured themselves that she knew. This made her hesitant to even
contemplating answering his questions, but even under the cover of light she
could feel his eyes drilling into her very being. The first words that fell from
his lips were words of warning, a warning of what would happen should she
attempt to boost. 'How can I boost?' she thought. 'My bio armor is too damaged
for me to even consider boosting, he had to have seen that!'
She then shifted her head, her gaze following the sounds
of his voice as he began asking questions he wished to know of her. She felt
trapped, fearing that if she didn't answer him that he would in fact harm, maybe
even kill her. so what choice did she have but to answer him
"First, I want to know who you are and who you are
His voice was so...demanding and his threats were real
enough. She couldn't since much outside of her Unit but she knew he meant
business. Her voice was hesitant, soft and submissive. She didn't want to relive
the past she'd managed to put behind her, but her voice echoed clear within his
mind. 'My name is Rika....Rika Hanaseru, better known as the Kashii Guyver. I'm
allied with the Guyver Strike Force, what remains of them anyway.'
"Second, I want to know why you are here. Were you sent
on a mission? And if you were, by whom."
Her? A mission? Was he serious?? They wouldn't send her
on a mission alone. She was still too green to be on a solo mission. Again
though, her voice whispered into his mind. 'I am here because I was sucked
through a worm hole. I am on no mission. I only seek to find the members of the
GSF that were able to boost from Ayenee during the Guyver/Ayenee Wars.'
She honestly had no idea why he was asking her such odd
questions. And since when was being a Guyver against the laws. Where was she?
Mon-El sits, listening to Kashii talk
and begins to grow annoyed. Either she is an extremely well trained warrior, or
she is a rookie. A sour look passes over Mon-El’s face. Rookies. They always get
in the way, stepping on everyone’s toes. A sigh passes through his lips as the
questions continue. She knows nothing of the anomaly that brought her here,
perhaps her sensors aren’t as sophisticated as the ones he has at his disposal.
Punching numbers into his computer pad, Mon-El activates his workstation, and
begins to pull up data on the Ralaruru and other relevant enemies of the
Mon-El looks to Kashii and says, “On my computer there
you will find some interesting information about our current situation, and it
is part of the reason why you as of yet cannot be trusted. I will give you basic
clearance to browse information about the
Alliance amongst other things, so
that you may be brought up to speed. It might take you a while, but you’ll
manage.” Frowning, Mon-El punches in a few more numbers, and places his computer
pad back down on his computer table.
Smirking slightly, Mon-El rises from his chair, his cape
flowing regally behind him, and moves towards Kashii saying, “I’m afraid now you
must come with me, there is something that must be done before I can allow you
free passage to the living area.” Kashii seeming apprehensive, Mon-El slumps his
shoulders, hoping this part wouldn’t be difficult and mutters to her, “Look, I
don’t care what you want, I have a job to do, and I shall see to it that it gets
done. Forgive me if I seem uncaring of your situation, but you are a stranger,
and to be blunt, you shouldn’t exist. Maybe to ease your mind, I shall tell you
where you are going. You are being taken to one of our labs, where our techs
will remove your guyver unit, and glean whatever information they can out of
your little unit-G. There does that make you feel any better??”
Kashii tries to run, but has nowhere to go, furthermore
Mon-El merely grabs her by the throat and lifts her into the air as if she
weighed nothing. His strength is amazing, even by Guyver standards. All of her
struggling proves fruitless. Consequently this is how Kashii is led to the lab,
undignified and angry. Entering the lab with Kashii still in hand, Mon-El calls
to one of the techs to have the equipment ready before he releases her. Feeling
the deck plating vibrate slightly, Mon-El places Kashii in a chair, and straps
her arms and legs down, ignoring any insults or pleas hurled his way. When this
task is completed, Mon-El stands and walks out of the lab, willing himself not
to hear Kashii’s screams of agony. Grabbing a tech out in the hallway, Mon-El
instructs him to return Kashii to his quarters and restrict her there until
proper accommodations can be arranged.
Striding to the bridge, his face contorted in anger
Mon-El gives his report to Warren Worthington the third, or
some. The Admiral nods satisfied with the information, and bids Mon-El to return
to his duties. Narrowing his eyes at “Admiral” Worthington, Mon-El turns to
leave, only to almost run into Aureus. “What the Hell?” is all Mon-El can say
before one of the bridge officers shouts, “Admiral we’ve detected a
disturbance….” It is then that Aureus approaches the Admiral and says dryly, “It
would seem your staff need more training.. *Admiral.* They should’ve detected
the subtle shifts in the dimensional fabric before I set foot on the bridge.”
Aureus grins at the Admiral not bothering to hide his resentment, and Mon-El
merely smiles as he returns to his quarters to clean up and get some rest, it
seems his day has only just begun.
The look she caught upon his face,
the look of disbelief. She knew in that instant that she was not believed. But
why, why wouldn't he believe her, why would she lie. His gaze was too intense
for her to lie. She had no idea what was going on or where she was. She wanted
to go, she wanted to be around those she was familiar with, she wanted to be
back....with, him. 'GuyverWarrior...where are you?' she thought, her piercing
gaze now settled upon the approaching man. She wanted no access to what was
going on, just....out.
As he approached, he mentioned the horrid plans he had
in store for her, his words echoing like thunder within her mind. Remove...the
Guyver? Her eyes widened to a distance never before reached and her ebony pupils
became nothing but pinpoints. "NO!" she shouted but she was simply shoved back
onto the bed as if she were nothing to him. She was still badly injured from
passing through the rift so there was no way she could successfully fight back,
but she would be damned to let them take the Kashii Guyver, her namesake, her
pride, her second half from her. 'Run you fool!' Her mind shouted it over and
over in her mind. Get somewhere so that she could boost, even if Kashii was
damaged she would be able to at least fend them off long enough to get out of
But, as she tried to rise and use what strength was left
in her legs to push her from the mattress she felt his fingers wrap around her
throat. "Leave me alone!" she shouted within his mind. She clenched her jaw and
pried at his hand with the tips of her fingers as she was carried through the
halls, unaware of those around her, her thoughts only on preventing the
destruction of her Unit. It was then that she found herself being carried into
the room...this...lab. He could hear people being ordered around before she was
thrown into a chair. The force of her back hitting the back of the chair shook
her slightly, but the pain of her aching ribs was enough to slow her movements.
She felt her arms and legs being bound, ceasing her
ability to struggle and free herself. Was this to be the ending of the young
Guyver? Her head snapped to the side as she heard the order being given to take
her back to his room once they were done with her. He then left, leaving her to
their whims. 'I have to boost!' she thought to herself. 'I might be killed, but
I won't just sit there and let them take her from me!!!' Her eyes shone with a
wild fire never before seen, her voice now echoing within the minds of all those
within her presence. 'I will not let you have her!' yet just as she was about to
boost a guard from behind her yanked her head back, smacking it against the back
of the seat.
It gave the lab techs enough time to secure her head as
they began the task of pulling the Unit from her forehead. It was the first time
in centuries that her voice filled actual space, her throat constricting in an
audible scream that echoed against and through the walls of the lab. As the
remaining millimeters were drawn from her forehead her eyes dulled as if feeling
a part of her life being separated from her, a pain dulling any she has ever
felt to this point. It was told that once a host was separated from their Unit
their life was over so in her eyes her end was eminent. Her mind was numb and
her body fell slack, slacking forward as blood trickled through her right eye.
"Take her back to his quarters so that we may go about
our business." one of the techs said to the guards. The guards bind both her
arms and legs before hurling her over their shoulders and heading in silence.
Stares resonate from all who pass by, the drops of blood creating a trail
telling in silence where she had been. She was nothing now, worthless to those
she served with such pride. She did nothing but stare at the floor passing
beneath her. 'I have failed you all...' she thought, picturing in her own mind
what they must be going through. Her heart once burned with the passion for
helping them, but now there was nothing but a hollow void as she waited for
She then found herself once more at the door of her
captor’s quarters, listening as the guards knocked upon the door to alert him
that the task had been completed.
Returning to his quarters, Mon-El
refreshes himself by meditating. His schedule being more hectic than usual, it
has caused unduly stress on his psyche. Feeling better, he cleans himself up,
dons a clean containment suit and accesses his computer terminal. Contacting the
lab technicians to determine their progress with Kashii, it would seem she is on
her way, so Mon-El begins to review the information of Kashii’s separation from
the Unit-G; it would seem that she was horrified that she would perish from the
experience. Quirking a brow Mon-El sighs, and hits a few keys, looking for
quarters where he could place Kashii.
Finding none for civilian personnel, Mon-El decides to
kill two birds with one stone. He will add to the ranks of the
get her out of his hair. Finding a rather Spartan room reserved for military
personnel, Mon-El begins to send data pertaining to training and military
etiquette to the computer terminal in the spare quarters and stands to exit his
room when a chime sounds. Mon-El strides to the door and presses his thumb
against the locking mechanism, opening the door to reveal two guards, one
carrying Kashii over his shoulder. Dumping her unceremoniously into Mon-El’s
arms, the guards nod to him and leave, their job done.
Placing Kashii down upon his bed, Mon-El can see small
traces of blood on her face. He says, “I see they didn’t take it easy on you,
but you shouldn’t worry, they won’t do anything like that again.” Kashii doesn’t
respond, and when Mon-El raises his voice and stands over her, she remains
silent and turns her head away, avoiding eye contact. Grabbing her shoulders,
Mon-El leans down and whispers into her ear, “If you fear death from your
separation, your fear is unwarranted, the device was designed to remove the
guyver without killing the host.”
Smirking Mon-El stands and walks over to his chair and
sits, looking at the still form of Kashii, and steeples his hands in front of
his face saying, “Now, I have a proposition for you. Since you are no longer a
part of the Guyver Strike Force, and I am a ranking member of the Alliance of
Unified Dimensions, I am well within my rights to offer you a commission. It
would be in your best interests for you to accept my offer. To refuse it would
possibly mean your death. As you should remember, we are at war, and have no
need for a civilian on board this ship. However an officer we could use.”
Standing up and walking to the door, once again pressing
his thumb against the locking mechanism, which causes the door to iris open,
Mon-El says to Kashii, “I know how you feel, lost, like a part of you is
missing, but in a way it can be given back, and more. If you want to know more,
feel free to follow me. I have prepared quarters for you, as well as having
gathered the information necessary to re-educate you.” Smiling Mon-El knowing
the re-education is better known as reprogramming, yet he leaves this little bit
of information out of the loop. Mon-El stands at the doorway, waiting for Kashii
to respond to his proposal.
She heard the door open and knew who
would be on the other side. She honestly would rather have spent her time in the
company of the guards than having to face that bastard once more. 'I should have
boosted.' she chided herself angrily as she continued to watch blood drip from
her forehead, spraying out into tiny spheres as the larger drop made its contact
with the floor. As she was literally dropped into his arms she was revolted by
his touch and if she wasn't bound then she would have slugged him but it still
wouldn't bring back the indignity she was just made to suffer.
She could hear the boots of the guards as they left, the
door closing as she was carried into the room and set upon his bed. Leaving her
body limp, her forms natural reaction was to fall back, the back of her head
hitting the wall behind his bed, bouncing once before she fell entirely onto the
bed before her binds were released. She was in no state to retaliate, not that
she stood any chance without the assistance of her Guyver. She barely heard what
he was saying to her, things going in one ear and out the other, rather fast
actually. Her mind was focused upon one thing and one thing alone. The GSF, her
home, her family, her comrades.
When he advanced to her she said nothing when he
demanded answers. When he got into her face she simply turned her head from him
in a curt manner. In her eyes, he was not worth the effort of speech even as he
told her that they had mastered to find a way to remove the Guyver Unit without
killing the host. In that instant, her response was the flying of her left hand
towards his face that sailed with the grace and speed of the Guyver. No normal
person would react as she had, but she wasn't called the Kashii Guyver for
nothing. She was the embodiment of insanity when she boosted, taking on her
commanders as if she had something to prove, gaining respect from most of them
for her actions.
When he proclaimed that she was no longer a member of
the GSF she could feel the rage of his words burning through her soul. She would
always be a part of the GSF until she was told otherwise by her commander and
she was sure to key him in on that fact. "Until I am released from my duties, I
am always, and forever will be, a member of the might Guyver Strike Force!" she
snarled. "My commander, GuyverWarrior and he alone may tell me I am no longer
part of the GSF!!" she shouted, rising to her feet in defiance, her fingers
clenching tightly into her palms. 'They may have taken her from me, but that
doesn't make me any weaker.' she thought to herself, not even really listening
to him as he offered his proposition to her.
"Join you?" she repeated in a scoffing tone. "I do NOT
betray my family like that. You should have killed me when you took her from
me!" she howled and with that she dashed to the door, using her faster speed as
well as the blood trail on the floor to accelerate herself. She then ducked
behind him and between his legs, stopping just before she hit the wall. She then
headed directly for the lab, leaping over, around and under guards and other
personnel. 'They will not get away with this...' she vowed as she rounded yet
another corner, following her own trail back to where her hell had begun. She
would rather die than join those who decide that dismemberment of one just
because they were different was the correct course of action.
Kashii runs down the corridor,
avoiding Mon-El’s first attempt to seize her and dodging various officers who
try to nab her. Even sinking so low as to strike at any who are in her way, she
causes a few minor injuries to random crewmen/women who are in the wrong place
at the wrong time. Mon-El merely laughs as Kashii runs towards the tech lab and
he heads into a nearby turbo lift at a leisurely pace. Knowing he can head her
off before she can reach her destination, Mon-El sends a message to the security
forces on that deck to stand down and merely delay her.
Entering the turbo lift, Mon-El can only cross his arms
and wait as it speeds towards his destination. Timing is critical, and Mon-El
counts down the seconds until the doors iris open and he thrusts his arm out,
Kashii runs into his arm milliseconds after it appears in the corridor and given
the speed she was traveling, causes her to flip into the air and falls to the
deck hard. The impact from the clothesline forces the air out of Kashii’s lungs
and as she lays on the deck, gasping for air, Mon-El leans over her and laughs
at her saying, “Well, that ends your little escapade now doesn’t it?” Looking to
the guards, he mutters “Bind her and take her to the brig, we’ll see just how
long she last in there before she breaks.”
Smiling as he walks beside the prisoner, Mon-El says to
her, “You must’ve known you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere, and as for -our-
guyver unit, it is no longer your property, so it would be best if you would
forget it completely.” Passing through security scanners, the 4 of them enter
the brig, the two guards shoving Kashii into an empty cell, and engaging the
force field. If she were to hurl herself at the field, she would be immobilized
and fall to the ground unconscious. “Now,” Mon-El begins, “I shall tell this to
you a second time, the Guyver Strike Force is no more, I was once a General in
the Guyver Strike Force, but I accepted the fact that is was over long ago, the
sooner you do the same the better.”
Crossing his arms, Mon-El smiles as he looks directly at
Kashii and mutters, “If you do not agree with our standard of living, and
continue these violent outbursts, you shall be incarcerated for an indeterminate
amount of time and if that doesn’t stem your negative emotions, we will purge
them from you. Either way, you will conform.” Grinning Mon-El backs away from
the force field, and spins on his right heel, his cape swishing and billowing
out behind him as he leaves the brig.
Kashii will become an active member of the
Alliance, whether she wants to or not. On his way back to the spare quarters to
program the holographic systems in preparation of Kashii’s inevitable arrival,
Mon-El stops by the tech lab and asks a few technicians for neural interface
equipment. This will allow Mon-El to access Kashii’s mind and change her
memories or fabricate new ones. It will also allow Mon-El to place into her mind
10 years of training and experience, as well as a working knowledge of this
dimension. Intent on making an officer out of her, Mon-El decides to submerge
all of her memories regarding the Guyver Strike Force, since it is this that
causes her to rebel. Grinning, he continues on his way, it seems he will have
some fun today after all.
As she tore through the halls she
could see that the guards and staff were starting to fall slack in their pursuit
of her but that didn't make her any less determined to make it to her
destination. One crewman tried getting in her way and she simply let herself
fall to the ground, her body sliding between his legs. She then shot her right
fist straight up and into his groin. She could only imagine the look on the guys
face as he grabbed himself before falling forward onto the ground, tripping the
small group that was trailing behind her. She just laughed as she rolled onto
her feet and was off once again, back to the speed she had before her fun little
She rounded the final corner, her eyes focused upon the
final door that stood in her way. 'I'm going to get you back!' she vowed
silently as she closed in on her target. What she wasn't expecting was that Mon
El would be waiting for her on the other side of the door and she would be lucky
to get just one foot through the spirally opening door. As soon as she saw him
she knew it was too late and as she tried to stop she found her throat smacking
into his arm. The force was so intense that it nearly stapled her wind pipe
closed, something that would have killed her in just minutes, and if she knew
what they had planned for her it was something she would have met with open
The momentum was so great that her legs flew out from
beneath her and as she hit the ground the middle of her back hit the casting of
the door. The audible sound of her back cracking could be heard in the remote
area, knocking the wind from her temporarily paralyzed lungs. So now was she not
only trying to keep her throat from swelling, she was trying to catch her breath
as she rolled from side to side in excruciating pain. As he stood over her and
laughed she glared up at him. "Give....her....back!" she demanded in gasping
breaths but he only replied to her by telling the guards to bind her and send
her to the brig and wait to see how soon she'd break.
'I have no intention on breaking and betraying the GSF'
she snarled in her mind. She struggled as the guards approached her, slugging
one in the nose as she continued to fight for air. She could feel the warmth of
his blood smeared across her knuckles but her actions came with a price, and
that price was paid as the other guard dropped his knee full force into the
joint of her shoulder, freezing the muscles from movement. Had there not been so
many people around the other guard would have given her what for but a lengthy
sentence in the brig seemed to satisfy his want of retaliation. She was then
hoisted over the shoulders of the guard that kneed her shoulder and carried off
once again, receiving nothing but looks of contempt from those who saw her.
Her...host, if he could be called such, seemed to do
nothing but push her buttons and she despised him greatly. "Kashii....is
mine...." she whispered loudly through hoarse vocals. "You....did not... fight
to earn her.." She had more to say to him, oh did she have more to say, but with
the roughness of her throat she soon began coughing uncontrollably, her body
aching anew as her muscles tensed with each cough. As they entered the mini
prison she could feel her bindings being removed before she was thrown into one
of the empty cells. She was slightly off balance and before she could regain it
they lowered some kind of field in front of the opening and she was in no shape
to test it so she just let herself fall onto the cot at the back of the cell.
"I don't know what time you think you're in....." she
began as she extended her right hand, curling all but her middle finger into her
palm to flip him off. "...but where I'm from, the Guyver Strike Force is very
much alive, and I will not abandon them do I make myself clear..." She then laid
back on the cot, folding her hands across her chest and staring at the ceiling.
If he were who he said he was she would remember him. "I don't remember an ass
like you being a part of the Ayenne GSF" she snorted before coughing again.
"Stop trying to act like you know me, that you know what's best for me. Give me
my Unit back and I'll just go back through that wormhole I came through, and
maybe, I won't tell GuyverWarrior what you've done to
The streak that earned her the name Kashii was beginning
to come out and she didn't much care what happened if his undies got into a
bunch over what she had to say. She watched from the corner of her right eye as
he stepped from the guards and told her what would happen if she continued the
path she was taking. "Being here would be a blessing compared to being around
people who rip things from people’s bodies because they feel like It." she
snapped, but when he told her that eventually she would conform her eyes
darkened. "I will not betray those who put their faith in me as a Guyver, as a
person. You may think that it's fine and dandy to walk out on something whenever
you see fit and for that I have no respect for you and you should be killed."
The last of her phrase was spat out in a growl as she
turned her back from them. "Get out of my face traitor!" she snarled. She then
fell silent, saying nothing to anyone, uncaring of who heard their little....
conversation. The people aboard this ship were nothing but meat in her eyes now
and she was all too happy to let them know where they stood. 'I'll die before I
betray them...' she thought as she rested her head, letting her body try to heal
itself from her ordeals.
Elsewhere on the ship, Mon-El
activates its hologram communication system, and projects his image into the
cell with Kashii. It would seem her ranting and raving continues even though the
security personnel ignore her, as they were trained to do. Her attention
elsewhere, Mon-El says, “I don’t quite appreciate you calling me a traitor. Way
back then the Guyver Strike Force was split in two, with your beloved
GuyverWarrior on one side, and Aureus and others, including myself, on the
other. My analysis of your now defunct sensor systems confirms you were unable
to detect its erratic temporal signature. A simpler way of saying this would be,
the wormhole that brought you here, connected you to another time, this one.
From your point of view in time, you are 600 billion years in the future.”
Saying this, Mon-El backhands Kashii across her face,
and says, “That is for the trouble you’ve given me. You cannot betray the Guyver
Strike Force since in this time frame they haven’t existed for quite some time.
There aren’t very many surviving members of the Guyver Strike Force, most of
them perished in the war. They have all gone on with their lives. There is no
reason why you shouldn’t either.” Pacing back and forth in front of Kashii,
Mon-El says “I once again give you the opportunity to join our ranks, and note
that the singularity that brought you here has closed. So you really only have
two choices. Stay here, or get dropped off on a planet somewhere, and eek out
the rest of your life in a place that is completely alien to you.”
Mon-El chuckles and turns his back to Kashii, looking
out through the force field. His hologram shimmers slightly as he inputs new
commands into the computer console he sits at. He then turns back to Kashii and
says “If you agree to behave yourself, I will allow you to leave and wander out
non-critical areas of the ship until you make your decision. Your training in
Alliance can begin whenever you wish;
it is quite a simple thing to give you the knowledge required to become an
officer, and even use an Alpha suit. More info can be provided later, please
save your questions until then.”
Mon-El then turns and walks towards the field, and just
before contact with the field he mutters, “Send me a reply before 1200 hours, or
you’ll have to wait in here for another day, I don’t mind waiting, but you
might.” Chuckling the Hologram fades from view, and the guards return to their
She knew he was gone but that wasn't
coming close to having her stop her bitching, complaining, swearing and anything
else that happened to fall from her now pursed lips. Livid was the closest thing
that could come close to describing her temperament but even that wasn't
accurate. It seemed apparent that she'd learned such speech from the men she
trained with. There were few, if any female Guyvers aside from herself and most
were like elder brothers to her, and as the old saying goes...Monkey see, monkey
do...and she did, anything she was capable of attempting.
She was so caught up in her complaining that she wasn't
even aware that Mon El had reentered her cell, well, an image of him anyway.
When he started talking to her she immediately took on a mocking expression and
with her back still towards him began silently mouthing off to him, mimicking
every word he said with a sneered upper lip. She stopped as he started talking
about the GSF and was about to spout off at him again but stopped in her tracks
when he told her just WHERE the wormhole had taken her. Six hundred......BILLION
years into the future?????? 'What the hell!?!?' her mind raced as the blood
drained from first her face and then her arms, the freshly pale texture quite
visible. She shot up to say something but as she did she felt the full force of
a backhand slap connecting with her cheek.
The sheer force of the slap send her head rocketing to
the side, her neck popping in several places as a direct result and she found
herself on the cot once again. A red hand print was quickly starting to make its
outline and it would soon be obvious as to what happen if anyone saw her. She
grabbed her cheek and shot her foot out in a swift kick to the groin only to see
her foot sail through the hologram. 'Oh how unfair is that!' she protested. He
then went on to tell her why he backhanded her and why she couldn't betray the
GSF. Her reply? "You deserved being treated like an ass because that's how
you're acting. You take me here and immediately begin cutting me up like some
science experiment! And you could have TOLD ME, that I was so far in the future
BEFORE I started getting testy!"
Irritation was obvious in her voice as she scowled at
him while he continued to speak to her for the better part of at least ten
minutes. He then left, leaving her to think upon his words, and think she did.
She pushed to her feet and began pacing. How could she have gotten thrown so far
into the future. "This is insane!" she whispered as her pace increased. Her eyes
were intense with focus and she'd dropped her hand from her face, no longer
feeling the sting of his slap even though the mark was still clearly defined
against her features. "No GSF..." she said again. They were all killed. Somehow
she anticipated as much since she was never able to reach any of them before she
'boosted' from Ayenee’s atmosphere. What about there being two sections of the
This caused her the most confusion because as best she
could remember, there was only one section of the GSF. Deciding that that
headache was one best left un-debated she continued to mull through the other
things that he'd told her. 'The other Guyvers are either dead...or moved on.'
"Could that be why I couldn't find him?" she asked herself, her form still
gliding across the floor effortlessly. Would he really just...up and leave
them...her? She couldn't fathom it....but she never expected herself to be where
she was now either. She stopped in the dead center of her cell and stared at the
floor, her arms still crossed over her chest. 'Should I go on with my life?' she
asked herself. Instantly her right hand went to her forehead where her Unit once
resided. What was left there now was a forming scar and dried blood from where
it had been removed.
A sharp pain sliced its way through her, chilled to the
core. They had made her decision for her. 'Perhaps it is time that I give up and
start over..' she thought. "'Cides...." she said to herself as she sat back down
on the cot. "Being trained to be an officer?....I can really make his life
miserable for not telling me any of this sooner." Well....her decision seemed to
be made. She'd leave her old life behind and try to start anew. With a heavy
sigh she pushed to her feet, her body feeling heavier for some reason as she
shuffled her feet towards the field. "Tell him I've made up my mind..." she said
softly, her voice laced with defeat. She needed a shower anyway to get the grime
and blood cleaned from her. Now all she could do was wait.
Sitting in the spare quarters, Mon-El
receives a message that Kashii wants to talk and has accepted his offer. Her
quick response is not a surprise, seeing as she just now realizes what has
happened to her. He would’ve figured she’d be asking all sorts of questions
instead of making trouble for herself; her behavior however was understandable,
yet understanding does not imply acceptance. Mon-El contacts the security forces
in the brig, and instructs them to bring Kashii, along with an Alpha suit, to
his location for her re-education process, and since she has agreed to comply,
she will be allowed to retain her individuality.
As Mon-El waits for their arrival, he begins to input
data into the officer-training program, which includes military etiquette and
intelligence operations. Completing this task, he moves on to the battle
simulator, creating something she will be familiar with at first. Programming
the strengths and weaknesses of various Zoanoids into the computer, Mon-El will
allow Kashii to use an Alpha suit in this simulation, laughing as he knows she
will not understand this extremely advanced device, yet wondering how she will
do her first time out.
When she arrives, she looks better than the last time
Mon-El has seen her, but she wears a defeated look upon her face. Curious,
Mon-El however decides it is better not to press the issue and gestures to her
to sit down in a chair opposite of him. Mon-El once again tells Kashii about the
Alliance’s history, what they are all
about, and what good will come of her joining its ranks. After all one more
soldier can’t hurt their odds of defeating the Ralaruru.
He then explains how the neural interface will work and
what will happen. Guiding her through the steps to activate the device, for when
he is not there, he then asks if she is ready to try it out. She nods yes,
hesitantly, and Mon-El smiles and says, “It won’t hurt, at least not while the
program is active, you might get a slight headache after your sessions, but once
you get used to it, it’ll be a snap. Don’t worry, during your first few runs
through I’ll be right there with you.” Smiling, Mon-El activates the neural
interface, and is greeted with a rush as the room they are in fades, and is
replaced by a different one, which looks like it belongs at a military academy.
Mon-El and Kashii both stand at the front of the room,
looking towards someone wearing a full dress uniform, the front of his shirt
covered in pins. Mon-El salutes this man, and stands at full attention before
speaking, “Alliance General Mon-El handing over a recruit for training sir!” The
man looks Mon-El up and down before nodding and says, “A new recruit you say,
well this should be interesting to say the least.” The man, appearing to be a
general himself, looks Kashii up and down before returning his gaze to Mon-El.
“She’s going to need a lot of work, couldn’t you have briefed her a little
more?” Mon-El chuckles at the general before slapping him on the shoulder with
his right hand, “That’s what we have you for, lest you forget. If it weren’t for
you, a lot of us would be space-dust by now.”
Mon-El smiles as he looks to Kashii and introduces the
general, “This is General Ydnac, he will be your drill instructor. He is an
artificial intelligence, but be careful what you say to him, if you think I am
mean, just you wait.” The two of them share a laugh as he continues, “In this
program you will be taught military etiquette. How to act as an officer, how to
recognize ranks, etcetera, everything you need to know to operate in the
Alliance. I will take my leave of you now, if you need anything, Ydnac will try
to help, and if he can’t he’ll let me know. Isn’t that right?” The general nods
and as Mon-El fades away, Ydnac says, “Ahteenshun! Stand up Straight Square your
shoulders!” As Ydnac paces back and forth in front of her, she follows his
movements and he snaps, “Don’t look at me, look straight ahead!!” Her training
has just begun, and what pure hell she has subjected herself to.
As she waited within her cell she
listened as the guards talked with Mon-El. 'He doesn't look like much of a
Guyver.' she thought to herself as she leaned against the wall. Her mind was
still numb from everything she'd just been made to take in and it was definitely
a hard pill to swallow. At least if she were to join them, she could search out
other wormholes and such that might lead her back to her own time, to the GSF,
and to GuyverWarrior. Her thoughts were disrupted when she heard the humming of
the field that kept her separated from the outside world cease and a side glance
from the corner of her left eye showed that the field was in fact, gone, and her
two...babysitters, were standing in the doorway.
"We've been instructed to take you to see Mon-El." one
of them said as he stepped aside. The other motioned for her to exit the cell
and she did, following behind the one who seemed to be the silent type, while
the one who spoke to her followed behind her.
'They still don't trust
thought, slightly amused by the knowledge of that fact. 'I wouldn't trust me
either though if I were them.' The knowledge of that made her rather proud
though it was pride she wore on the inside. Her eyes, her facial expressions,
all showed 'accepted' defeat and she simply stuffed her hands into the pockets
of her now blood stained jeans and followed her lead in silence, picking up bits
and pieces of conversations as she passed. One that she heard rather clearly was
concerning her and how the head haunchos could feel safe having a Guyver on
board the ship even if she'd had her Guyver Unit taken out of her body.
As they entered the halls where the civilian quarters
the conversations filtered down until almost none were had and silence ensued.
By the time it started to get uncomfortable though they stopped in front of a
door, one guard on either side of the threshold. The silent one knocked and
after gaining permission to enter, the two led her into the room where she came
face to face once more with her host. Their eyes locked for a moment and she
could tell the questions in his eyes, something she would remind herself to ask
him about when she was settled in. She watched as the one guard approached
Mon-El and set down what appeared to be two bracelets but as the snide comment
emerged into her mind she kept it unspoken.
For the time being she'd opted to behave. After all, her
face still stung a bit from his backhand, and she was sure that his hand print
wasn't going to fade from her cheek any time soon. She glanced at the two guards
as they returned to either side and just behind her, awaiting their dismissal
and they were released with a mere wave of his hand. She watched them leave then
looked back to Mon El just as he waved her to a seat that was across from him.
Walking slowly to the chair she took her seat and rested her hands in her lap,
listening as he explained to her a brief overview of their history and what the
goal of the
Alliance was. She took in everything,
and tried to remember what she could though she was sure that she'd be able to
go over it at her leisure once he was gone and left her to her own devices.
He then began explaining to her how the interfacing
worked, giving her the jist of how to do it if she wanted to learn while he was
not with her. She nodded blankly as she attempted to understand everything that
was now going on, but doing would be the best way to learn anything. It was
almost like he was reading her mind though because he rose to his feet and
looked down at her and asked if she was ready to give it a try. "Uh....sure."
she squeaked out and hurried to her feet and moved to stand beside him as he
started the programming. She looked around as the room faded and was replaced by
a vast green lawn and several buildings shaded by large trees. She didn't quite
catch the name of the place she was because the figure of a man standing in
front of them drew her attention and she stepped sideways hiding some behind her
As she listened to the two talk she could gather that
they seemed to be friends but when his attention turned to her she could feel
his piercing gaze. Though it was only a moment it seemed to last much longer
than that but then it was gone, and the two were soon talking, but this time
about her. She scowled as he made his assessment of her and her interpretation
was that she wasn't yet good enough. 'I'm right here ya know.' she protested
silently as she folded her arms. Her attention was diverted though when Mon El
turned to her and introduced her to the new General. She stared up at him then
over to the man across from her. She lifted her right arm slightly into the air,
curling all but her index finger into her palm and was about to make a pun on
his name when he mentioned that he was by far meaner than he was.
She was left with her mouth agape and thought better of
what she was going to say and quickly closed her mouth and folded her arm
tightly against her chest. He then told her that he was going to take his leave
and her eyes shot open. 'Leave....me?....with HIM????' she thought. Ohhhh this
couldn't be good. She looked up at him quickly, her gaze pleading with him to
stay, but it was to no avail for he was gone just as the two made eye contact.
She suddenly became uncomfortable as he approached her rapidly and began
shouting commands in her direction. Startled nearly out of her skin she leapt
into the air and snapped to attention, doing everything she was told. His wrath
was something she figured she did not want to encure. 'Man, not even Guyver
training was this hard.' she thought as she followed every command barked at her
to the best of her abilities.
As Ydnac continued to teach Kashii
the ways of military etiquette amongst other things, outside of the training
program 6 hours have passed. Mon-El has put the time to good use by programming
various programs; strangely the thought hasn’t crossed his mind yet as to why he
continues to aid Kashii. Mon-El has somehow taken it upon himself to protect
her, it could be a skewed form of honor or duty, but it is the furthest thing
from his mind. The real reason Mon-El is doing it, he isn’t even aware of this
fact, is because Kashii was a member of GuyverWarrior’s team, and despite
feeling his actions were well warranted, Mon-El feels bad about GuyverWarrior’s
fate. After all, he was a comrade who was only doing what he felt was right,
just as Mon-El himself had done.
Focusing on combat practice, Mon-El contacts a few lab
technicians to bring up the data that he requires to input into Kashii’s brain,
knowing she has rudimentary skills in hand to hand combat, he acquires all the
info he needs to bring her up to date on current military methods and
applications. Chuckling to himself Mon-El programs Kashii’s final exam, one that
is sure to test her to her limits. An avatar of Mon-El waits for her to finish
the officer-training program, standing at the end of a series of fighting areas.
Her reflexes and manual dexterity as well as her clarity of thought and ability
to focus during battle will be tested.
Mon-El then reenters Kashii’s current training program,
his image reappearing out of her sight, he watches as Ydnac puts her through her
paces. She is forced to march, and turn to salute every 5 steps in order for her
to learn to do this action without thought. Her form is constantly scrutinized
and she grumbles as she is yelled at to straighten her arm more, or to stand up
straight. After another hour in real time, which is 10 times that in the
simulation, Ydnac reluctantly walks over to Kashii, who wears a strained look
upon her face, and clasps her on the shoulder. “Congratulations soldier, you’ve
passed your first trial, one of many.” Ydnac chuckles at this and looks over her
shoulder smirking at Mon-El, and gives him an almost imperceptible nod.
Mon-El walks up behind Kashii and placing a hand upon
her left shoulder, he says, “Ydnac I hope she didn’t pose too much of a
challenge to you, you are supposed to be the best after all.” Mon-El chuckles at
Ydnac as he replies, “Yes well she would’ve been done sooner, if she had
actually been from this time.” Ydnac gives Mon-El a fake sneer, and says, “No
she was actually a good pupil, willing to learn, and she is in fact pretty
smart.” Ydnac ruffles Kashii’s hair and salutes her and Mon-El in turn before he
leaves the program, going off to perform some critical function of the
Worthington, or maybe to train another recruit.
Walking around to face Kashii, he smiles at her as she
salutes him perfectly and says, “Cadet Kashii reporting for duty sir!” She
doesn’t show signs of hostility, however she doesn’t really like him either.
Mon-El salutes Kashii without even thinking about it, his form textbook perfect
as he says, “Well then, I think it is about time for you to rest before the next
training session. 7 hours have passed since you entered the simulation, you can
go to the mess hall and get some food, and then I will contact you tomorrow
morning for the battle training simulation.”
Smiling at the progress, and good at that, Kashii is
making, Mon-El ends the simulation and grabs the two bracelets that sit on the
desk. He then directs the guards to show Kashii the way back to her room, and
they chat amongst themselves on the way, even going so far as to asking her
questions about her training, how it went and such. It seems these people are
friendly enough, if you are a member of their group. When they reach Kashii’s
room, the guards give her directions to the mess hall, since most new recruits
are very hungry after their first simulation. They then leave Kashii to her own
Mon-El on the other hand planned events for the next
couple days. It seems he’s not going to have very much downtime to himself, but
he’s not complaining. He likes to be busy; it keeps his mind occupied so as not
to dwell upon the
Alliance’s current situation. Rolling
his shoulders, Mon-El closes down the current programs, saves his files and
shuts down the computers. Returning to his room, he decides to get some
Drills, marching, saluting,
form...She was put through her paces, being made to do them over should she
falter in even the slightest way. Though it still annoyed her she had grown
accustom to his scrutiny and the sound of his voice barking commands at her. She
stood there as he drilled her on facts she should know but when she couldn't
answer any of them, or very few, he would spill out the information, making her
repeat it over and over again until it was ingrained within her mind. Then it
was back to the marching, turning to flawlessly salute every five steps and as
she marched he drilled her on the information he had presented to her earlier.
She was lost to time and how much of it was actually
spent training. All that would run through her mind were facts, form, stepping,
saluting. So much more different from her time with the GSF. Within the midst of
her thoughts he called her to attention and there she stood, stiff as a board as
he approached her. She was preparing herself to get yelled at once more but
instead he clasped his hand over her shoulder and told her that she'd passed her
first trial. She sighed, relieved that it was over but she didn't move. Her
sight remained perfectly forward but even as it did she could see just the
faintest hint of his hair moving and she assumed that Mon-El had come to check
on her progress. Her correct assumptions were rewarded as he clasped his hand on
her other shoulder while the two men began talking about her training.
She looked up at him before the General ruffled her
hair, causing her to tuck her head down as he complimented her. "Thank you sir."
she replied, saluting him as he walked off. She'd no sooner put her hand down
when Mon-El walked in front of her and she again snapped to attention and
saluted him. She announced herself as the name of her former Guyver Unit, a slip
of the tongue maybe? She couldn't tell actually. She'd become so use to being
referred to as that name that hearing her own seemed almost foreign to her. But,
as the simulation was closed down and the room became normal once more she
brushed the thoughts aside and as the hold on her mind was returned to her, the
hours that she'd actually spent finally caught up with her. Her muscles were
stiff and her back ached from sitting so long in that chair. She watched him
pick up the bracelets before turning to the guards that were there and telling
them where to take her and to give her directions to the mess.
Food actually sounded good, but she wanted to get
cleaned up first. No sense in going to find food looking like you'd just come
out of a slug fest on the losing end. She followed them and listened idly as
they chit chatted amongst themselves but one of them started asking her
questions, first about the sim and what she thought of it. She just shrugged.
"It really wasn't all that bad." she answered. "Things are really different then
from where I came from, so I suppose it was probably a bit harder for me than
for people from your time."
This got the other one talking. "Is your name really
Kashi?" he asked
"Kashii." she corrected. "Two i's at the end of the
name. But no, that was the name of my Guyver Unit that the Lab took out. My
birth name is Rika Hanaseru."
"Much better than Kashii." the guard said as they
rounded a corner and stopped before the room. They opened the door and stepped
to the side. The one who had asked about her training then gave her very precise
directions on how to get to the mess so that she wouldn't get lost and once she
got them the two guards bade her a fair evening before going to finish their
rounds. They would definitely be the envy of most of the guards once they told
them they escorted a former Guyver to her room.
She watched them go before stepping into her room and
closing the door. She leaned against it for a bit, her head lowered, locks of
blonde hair falling into her face, casting it in shadows. After a moment of
silence she pushed from the door and headed to the washroom, peeling off her
clothes and dropping them into a pile at the door. She then turned on the water
and while it was warming up she looked herself over in the mirror. There was a
bruise around her neck from where she'd run into his arm and a squiggly trail of
dried blood leading from the center of her forehead. She traced that trail
almost in mourning before she began peeling the thick crust from her skin and
around her eye where it had ran. "Time to say good bye to your old life Rika."
she said as she deposited the pieces of the scab into the trash though leaving
the area around the cut so that it wouldn’t scar too badly.
When she could start to feel the room warming up she
knew the water was ready and stepped into the shower. The heat was an instant
and most welcomed relief to her aching muscles. She stepped under the spray,
letting the water soak into her hair then let it massage her back as she
shampooed it, feeling the lather run down her calves as it was rinsed away.
After a quick soap down she was ready for some food and after turning off the
water she grabbed a towel and wrapped her hair in it before grabbing a bathrobe
and wrapping it around her dripping form. As she exited the washroom she gave
herself a passing glance through the mirror and nodded. "You clean up pretty
good kid." she said to herself as she turned off the light and looked around the
There was a desk with a chair, a bed, and a closet. "Not
much for decorating." she commented as she sat down on the edge of the bed while
she dried off. 'Hopefully they at least have something for me to change into.'
she thought as she pushed back to her feet and headed towards the closet. When
she opened it she was relieved to find hanging on the rack several uniforms and
pairs of shoes. "These must be the cadet uniforms.' she said as she pulled one
out and held it against herself. "Not too shabby." she commented as she laid it
out at the foot of her bed. She then went about changing into the uniform,
leaving the top off until her hair was no longer dripping. She then ran a brush
through it to remove any tangles then put her top on. Once she was ready, it was
off to the mess for some food.
She opted to eat there in order for her to get a general
feel for the place as well as the people stationed on the ship. It didn't seem
very late, but there were very few people around, mostly guards stopping by for
a small something to eat, most giving her more than a first glance. Her bangs
now hid the forming scar upon her forehead so she was looked at as just another
recruit from their world sent here to go through their paces. When she was done
eating she took care of her tray and headed back to her room, nodding to those
she happened to pass by but once she was back in her room she felt safe,
isolated from those who earlier had wished death upon her. She sighed heavily
and fell back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was going to have to
ask Mon El where she could get some regular clothes and how she was going to pay
for them since she figured what money she had was no longer useful to her.
She sat back up though and pulled off her uniform,
laying it neatly over the back of her chair. Since she had no other clothes with
her she decided to sleep in her underclothes and she crawled into bed, curling
up into a ball with her arms tucked under her head. Within minutes she was out
cold, dreaming of the day she would once again be reunited with her comrades.
Morning came early for the former Guyver. She sat up
with a start for some unknown reason and she just looked around. It took her
several minutes to remember what happened but as her recollection returned to
her she groaned and fell back into the bed. She looked at the clock on the
nightstand and figured that Mon El would be coming for her soon so she decided
to be one up on him and be waiting for him instead. She leapt from the bed and
got dressed, then headed back down to the mess. The only people who were there
when she entered were a bunch of guards and she assumed that it was time for
them to change shifts. On her way down, she was thinking of ways to get back at
him for the hell he'd put her through and she decided on an old fashioned prank.
As she approached the serving line she thought of what
she could do. The answer? Not much, but not much was needed, especially if he
were still asleep. A simple glass of ice water would do the trick. 'But why stop
at a glass?' she asked herself. A slow grin spread across her face as she came
to stand in front of one of the servers.
"What can I get you?" she asked
"Um, Mon El asked me to come down here and get a small
bucket of ice and then half full of water." she said. It was a lie sure, but
small white lies never hurt anyone....well, maybe they did, but ice water sure
in the hell didn't. The girl gave her an odd look and all she could do was shrug
in response. "I only do what I'm told." she replied to the unasked question. The
girl just nodded and disappeared for a few minutes only to come back with a
bucket full of ice and half full of water.
She thanked her for the ice water and carried it back to
the quarters and instead of heading for her room, headed for Mon-El’s room. With
it being so early there were almost no people around except for passing guards
and those she managed to avoid rather skillfully. When she finally reached his
room she sloooowly pushed the door open but the light from the hall revealed
that he was not in bed. 'Well damnit all.' she thought as she sat down on his
bed but then the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom and she
crept over but just as she opened the door to toss the water on him he was
stepping out with a towel wrapped around his waist and her gaze took in every
definition of muscle, and within an instant she felt just like a statue.
'Oh......SHIT!' she thought. She lost all control over
her muscles and the bucket slipped from her hands, spilling its contents over
the floor. 'What do I do!?!' she squeaked in her head. 'Run you idiot!!!' came
the reply. 'I CAN'T!' came the retort.
Lying down in his room, Mon-El is
unable to sleep, and so he goes over various bits of data from the previous days
activities. Protecting the fleet from attack isn’t a task he would have designed
for himself, but he follows his orders as best as he can. Mon-El prefers a more
personal battlefield; a one-on-one fight is his idea of honorable combat.
Finding the fleet of ships he protects distasteful, Mon-El always travels out in
space on his own, in front of or in behind the fleet, enjoying the freedom that
empty space provides. Feeling a few hours pass as he is lost in thought, Mon-El
decides to burn some excess energy, and remain in tip-top physical shape at the
same time by using one of his sparring programs.
Jumping to his feet, Mon-El slips on his containment
suit, which acts like his second skin, and heads to the training room. Nodding
to the few personnel he passes in the corridors, he arrives in the training room
to find a projection of Ydnac sparring with a few rookies. The two fighters seem
to fight well together, yet Ydnac merely side steps or weaves out of the way of
each of their attacks. His counter-attacks hitting home, one rookie takes a
solid blow on the jaw and stumbles backwards, falling to one knee, the other
rookie is caught in the chest with a snap-kick and flies back a few feet,
landing on his rear.
Ydnac chuckles at them, and reenters his fighting
stance, his feet planted firmly, his left hand up by his face ready to pick off
a high blow, and his right hand down by his waist, ready to deliver a
devastating strike. It is then that he notices Mon-El and motions to the rookies
and says, “Alright that is enough for tonight, remember to stay on your guard,
or you’ll be feeling a lot more than bruises.” He drops out of his stance as
Mon-El walks over to him, and the rookies limp out, and he says to him, “Still
can’t sleep eh? I’d chalk that up to your Daxamite heritage, you’re more
fortunate than most. While most people need 8 hours of sleep, you need maybe 2.”
He smirks and bounces from foot to foot before he says, “So I’m guessing you
want to spar. I’m game if you are.” He punches his left hand with his right and
Mon-El says, “Oh I’m more than game, in fact you may find you’ve gotten more
than you’ve bargained for.”
Mon-El then advances towards Ydnac and snaps a right
hook out to clobber him against the side of the head, but Ydnac ducks and sends
a strong left uppercut to catch Mon-El on the jaw, which causes Mon-El to weave
backwards and regain his footing. Mon-El yet again closes the distance between
the two, and sends a low kick a Ydnac’s legs, but he is fast enough to block the
kick, and crouch to deliver a sweep trying to drop Mon-El on his back. Mon-El
easily leaps over the sweep, and delivers a scissor kick to Ydnac’s neck, which
drops him to the ground hard.
As a holographic representation of a human, Ydnac’s neck
isn’t broken from the impact, so he flips forward onto his feet and sends a
roundhouse kick to impact against the side of Mon-El’s face, causing him to lose
balance, twisting his body slightly from the kinetic energy that was released.
The fighting goes on like this for what seems like hours, until Mon-El realizes
that he must prepare for Kashii’s training. Only having half of a standard hour
before she must begin her combat training, Mon-El bows to Ydnac and says, “That
is enough for today, I have duties to perform.” Ydnac nods and says, “Well it
was fun while it lasted.” He then disappears like he did in the simulation, his
work never done.
Grabbing a towel, Mon-El wipes sweat from his forehead,
and placing it across the back of his neck, heads to his room to freshen up
before he is to meet Kashii. Seeing different officers on duty this time as he
walks the corridors back to his quarters, he enters and proceeds to get a
shower, intending to be quick he doesn’t lock his door. Finishing his shower,
and feeling quite refreshed, he wraps his towel around his waist and walks
towards his closet, only to be met by Kashii, who is in his room, carrying a
bucket of something. She looks at Mon-El up and down with wide eyes and drops
the bucket she was carrying, showering the floor with ice and water.
Quirking a brow at her, Mon-El takes a pair of fresh
undergarments from his dresser, and a clean containment suit from his closet,
and removes the towel from his waist, the one barrier that hid his dignity.
Kashii reflexively looks down, and immediately goes red in the face, she
stammers, “M..Mon-El, y..you really shouldn’t…” Her voice trails off and she
turns her back on him as he dresses himself. She walks out the door, and is
followed by Mon-El a few moments later. He then looks to her and says, as if
nothing ever happened, “It is time to begin your combat training, we shall talk
about your breech of etiquette later.” He then gestures down the corridor to the
room they were previously at, and leads the way, grinning inwardly at Kashii,
she still has a lot to learn.
She was stunned, mortified, amazed,
and the gods only knew what other array of emotions she was feeling at that
instant. The image of his chest was now burned freshly into her mind but she was
in no way prepared for the fact that he would just drop his towel and get
dressed. She was sure she caught a glimpse of...something, but her gaze went
swiftly to the floor and he dressed as if nothing were amiss. During those few
minutes her cheeks turned somewhere around ten shades of red or so and when he
was done she spun quickly on her heels and exited his room hearing him coming
close behind her though he was soon ahead of her, mentioning that it was now
time to begin her combat training though he warned her that they would talk
about her breach of etiquette afterwards.
"You want to talk about breaching etiquette?" she asked,
none to thrilled now. "A harmless little prank pales in comparison to what you
did to me. How does a little water compare to body modification!" she demanded.
"You didn't even bother filling me in on what was going on until I was in a
little cell with your had across my face!" she shot back. "Tell me you're any
better than I am for that stunt." she challenged, but her challenge went
unanswered as she had suspected. He just continued walking down the corridor
until they reached the combat simulation units.
He pointed for her to enter and followed behind her,
stepping to the side as he began to bring up the program. "You have a choice
between your Guyver Unit, and an Alpha Suit for this exercise." he told her as
he brought up the data for who she would be fighting.
"A what suit?" she asked though she got no reply and she
nearly slugged him for it though she figured it'd end her back up in the brigg
with more wonderful bruises from him to add to her seemingly growing collection.
"I'll take my Guyver Unit." she said as she looked away from him.
"As I thought you would." was his reply as he brought up
the data from the Labs concerning the Unit that was extracted from her the
previous day. "Your first opponent will be Ramotith." he told her as he began
the simulation and just stood there watching.
She found herself in a somewhat opened area. There were
a few trees here and there as well as some scattered debris. Her orbital sensors
hummed once more as she took in the details of the area while she got
reacquainted with an old friend. 'It's good to have you back.' came the
telepathic link to the Kashii Unit just as two of her sensory orbs focused on a
point behind her. 'Must be the Ramo-thing I'm suppose to fight' she thought as
she leapt easily into the air as it came charging her from behind. As she came
back down she tucked her left leg back and kept her right straight as she headed
for its head but just as she was to make contact and nail the side of its head
with her cocked foot it grabbed her by the ankle.
As it squeezed she could feel the pressure even through
her bio armor and he threw her straight out from him. She went sailing through
the air before crashing into the ground, tumbling and skidding to a stop but
there was no time to rest as she saw him charging her once again. She leapt out
of the way just as he made a leap to land atop her fallen form and as he landed
she leapt onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around
its waist. As it tried prying her legs from around its waist she sat up and drew
her right arm from around its neck. "Hold still you jackass!" she shouted before
she drove her elbow towards the back of its neck.
As it sailed the short distance she could feel the
familiar pressure around her elbow joint and welcomed it. It seemed ages since
she'd felt such a sensation and just millimeters from contact she allowed the
pressure to release itself and it did just that. Just as her elbow made contact
with the back of the creatures neck the end of her High Frequency blade was
sticking out the other end with goo dripping down its end. As it began to fall
she released her hold of its waist and lept back, the blade ripping its way free
from and through the back of its neck leaving it partially decapitated. She left
the blade out, the ooze now running down towards her fingers as she turned to
where Mon-El would likely be standing, leaving one orbital sensor to watch him
while the others continued their scan of the area.
There were no words from him, no announcement of her
next opponent but she knew that something so easy would not be the only thing
she would be fighting and her left sensory orb told her just as much as it
caught sight of yet another creature heading her way. 'At least it looks better
than the other one.' she thought, though as she charged it she noticed it was
visibly slower than the prior target. She reached her top speed easily and
lunged forward, drawing her right hand back into a fist and just as they were to
pass one another she let her fist fly forward. Expecting to send him flying she
was surprised to see that he merely staggered backwards, stunned but otherwise
no worse for the wear. "The hell?" she muttered, leaping back several feet as it
made a grab for her.
'It's slow, I can use that.' she thought as she lunged
forward again but this time instead of hitting him she spun around and proceeded
to thrust her elbows into the air, one after the other, each time sending one of
her High Frequency blades towards it. She walked backwards with it, her sensory
orbs keeping her very well informed to what was going on as far as his movements
were concerned until he swatted one of her blades away, causing her to lose just
enough balance that it allowed him to charge forward. She wasn't worried until
she felt a shooting pain through her left shoulder followed by the numbing of
her entire arm as he sliced through one of the main nerves.
With her pierced upon his head he threw it back, sending
her sprawling backwards, her arm useless while it regenerated. 'Must be more
careful.' she thought, but he'd turned around and leapt on top of her before she
could roll away. Now perched atop her form he began mauling her bio armor and
she could hear the gouges being etched into it by his claws. "Get off me you
freak!" she growled as she lifted her right arm and attempted to slice through
his left arm, severing it but the best she achieved was gashing his skin and
pissing it off and the creature was soon going for her face, something she
needed to avoid. 'Wait...face...that's it.' she thought as she fought him off
long enough for her Control Metal to charge and send the energy to the small
laser orb located upon her forehead.
It was tough, but she managed, taking some scratches
below the plates where her human eyes were located but as it was finally charged
she took aim and fired a pulse through it's left eye. 'The point of least
resistance.' she thought as the laser shot shattered through its skull and into
its brain. When the creature roared in agony she sent another shot into its
mouth knowing it would sever blood vessels if it hit its mark. When it began
gurgling up blood she knew she hit her mark and as it coughed up the life fluid
she found herself bathed in it before the thing fell back and off of her,
writhing in pure agony before it finally drowned. Sighing heavily she rolled ot
her side and pushed to her feet, feeling the sensation returning to her arm as
her gazes returned to the spot where Mon El was watching her.
With Kashii defeating both Gregore
and Ramotith, a new opponent is revealed; Vamore, with its bio-laser pods on its
shoulders. Just as soon as Gregore falls and Kashii gets to her feet, Vamore
fires it’s bio-lasers at her. Her unprotected flank is hit and her armor burns
and cracks, allowing blood to flow freely from her body to pool at her feet. She
shouts, “Shit” as she dives for cover. Her healing abilities compensating for
the damage she has received, her reflexes and speed at present cut in half, she
curses again for letting herself be taken by surprise. Her hyper sensors
scanning the area, she detects the zoanoid approaching her location, it’s
bio-laser pods charging, and looks for a strategic advantage she can use against
Hoping to take her opponent by surprise, for hurting her
ego, Kashii jumps up into a tree, and waits for an opportunity to make a sneak
attack. Her hyper sensors reporting that Vamore is slowly taking a survey of the
area looking for her, Kashii jumps from tree to tree silently making her way
towards it, being followed only by the rustle of leaves. Stopping a few couple
hundred feet away from Vamore, Kashii looks around and sees that it is in a
clearing, cursing her miserable luck, she scans for a more suitable way to
strike at it, and catches sight of Mon-El hovering over the battlefield. Her
mind then jumps back to when she entered his room, and he emerged from the
shower wearing only a towel. Under the guyver armor, Kashii blushes, and as she
tries to jump to the next tree, grabs the wrong branch, which snaps under her
weight, causing her to crash to the ground with a dull thud.
The Vamore’s bio-lasers auto-track the disturbance and
fire at the tree she just occupied, which instantly erupts in fire and explodes,
showering the area in splinters. Knowing it hasn’t hit its target the Vamore
decides it is best to get out of the open, and runs to the tree line, providing
a more difficult target to hit. Jumping to her feet, Kashii knows now is the
time to kill the Vamore, while it’s bio-lasers are charging, and so she takes
off after it, even with her reduced speed she catches up to it in short order.
The Vamore, showing signs of apprehension and nervousness, as Kashii cuts off
its route of escape, she spits out the word “Coward” as the Vamore raises it’s
arms to plea for its existence, and she slashes out with her reverse facing
right vibrational sword, decapitating it and showering her with it’s blood.
Dusting herself off, her wounds now fully healed, Kashii
begins to feel proud of herself and looks up to Mon-El about to boast of her
victory when he casually points off to the west. Kashii’s hyper sensors focus in
on the area and she mutters under her breath, “Aaaww CRAP!” as she sees a trio
of zoanoids. A gregore, vamore, and ramotith come rushing at her and she reacts
instantly by charging her head beam and activating her gravity controller. She
rushes at the group, before the vamore has a chance to charge and fire it’s
bio-lasers and attacks ferociously.
The ramotith is the first to fall, being cut in half
vertically by Kashii’s right vibrational sword. Unfortunately, she left herself
open for attack, and the gregore uses this to its advantage. Charging even as
the ramotith still hangs in mid-air, blood squirting from its ruined body, the
gregore scoops Kashii up onto its right shoulder, and slams her into a tree with
enough force to nearly crack the tree in half. The wind knocked out of her
lungs, Kashii kicks off the tree, flipping over the gregore, and landing in a
crouch slashing at the gregore’s waist. As the gregore falls to the ground in
two pieces, the vamore fires it’s bio-lasers at Kashii catching her in the
chest, fusing her chest plates together, disabling her Megasmasher.
As the Vamore laughs at Kashii, she curses and shouts at
the vamore to shut up as she charges her pressure cannon attack. The energy
compressors using the energy of the gravity controller, Kashii lowers her hands
to her waist as a singularity is formed between her hands. She then shouts at
the Vamore, “Die!!!” as she unleashes the destructive power of the pressure
cannon onto her target. As the top two-thirds of her target explodes, Kashii’s
shoulders droop from the effort she has put forth so far, and makes her way back
to Mon-El’s location.
He smiles at her and says, “Very good, but you still
have one more task before you can begin to learn to use the Alpha suit.” Smiling
Mon-El waits for her response, knowing how much it took for her to defeat 6
She stood before Mon El after having
defeated the trio. Her MegaSmasher was now inoperable, her chest plates now
fused together and she was sure she had if not a cracked rib or two, at least
bruised ones. He told her she had one more task ahead of her before she could
learn to use the Alpha Suit and she figured there was no time like the present
to finish the fight, even if she wasn't going to be able to fight at one hundred
percent. "I'm up for it." she replied, her Guyver Unit covered in both fresh and
He had to admire her spirit at any length. "Very well."
he replied, pointing off to the west once more. "You will be fighting a
simulation of myself."
"You?" she asked
"Yes." he replied and just as he answered her a
simulation of himself appeared. "He's less powerful than I am but he'll still
pose his own challenges to you."
"Yeah, power him down because I'm a girl." she said as
she waved her hand in a downward sweep before running towards him.
"More because you'd never survive, but we'll go with
your answer." he said with a scowl and just decided to sit back and enjoy the
She reached her top speed easily enough and drew back
her right hand for a slug to his face but he just lept into the air and hovered
there. Not missing a beat she lept forward, crouching and pushing off the trunk
of a tree, splitting the tree half way through its trunk with the force of her
push off. She then headed directly at him once more only to have him drop, grab
her by the neck, and throw her several hundred feet in the opposite direction.
As she hit the ground she dug her High Frequency Blades into the ground, digging
out two mini ditches as the counterforce of the ground slowed her to a stop. She
rested in a cloud of dust until her sensory orbs detected his movement towards
her. She lept back to her feet, blades of grass falling from the base of her
blades and she dashed forward once again.
Once again she reached her top speed and took to a
flying leap and once again he caught her by the throat but this time she drew
her knees up and wrapped her legs around his waist. While she tried to pry his
hand from her throat she drew her left hand across her body like she was going
to backhand him only when she let her arm fly forward her left blade gleamed as
it sailed towards his neck. He let her go, the blades tip grazing in an arc
across his chest and as she fell he used his heat vision, aiming it as her arm.
When she hit the ground she lunged forward but as she drew her left arm up his
heat vision caught it and it melted and nearly froze her arm in place but she
was able to pull it off before it hardened and made her arm useless.
"Damnit.." she growled, watching as he landed, and began
walking towards her.
"Rather humbling isn't it." he said, his eyes still
"No, not really." she replied. Her Control Medallion and
Gravity Controller had managed to recharge themselves and she channeled some of
the energy to her Head Beam just as he released another beam from his heat vison.
She moved to her right, shooting off a pulse aimed at his left eye, knowing that
if she aimed for his right eye that he'd move left and she'd be cooked but as
she aimed for his left eye he moved right and the pulse grazed the side of his
head and a thin trickle of blood ran over his ear. "The next one's going through
your eye!" she vowed.
"How can you expect to win." he taunted. "Your Mega
Smasher is fused from your prior fight."
"I didn't use it in the last six fights and I still
whooped their asses, and yours will be no different!" she snarled as she charged
towards him again.
'Time to end this.' he thought as she skid to a stop
before him and entered into a spinning backhand with her remaining Blade. He
simply shook his head and used his heat vison to melt the other blade down to
nothing more than a stub and the lack of contact from her blade caused her to
overshoot her swing and the momentum spun her around to face him and his hand
swiftly came up around her neck and he lifted her into the air. "You have so
much left to learn.." he told her as his eyes began to glow again.
She let her arms fall to her sides as if she were
admitting defeat though her palms were extended and facing towards him,
gathering energy from the charged Gravity Controller. Her sensors could see the
energy begin to leap forth from his eyes and she swiftly moved her head to the
side, the beam from his left eye catching her left eye plate and melting the
path it made through the left side of her headgear. "I don't think so!!!" she
howled as she released the Pressure Cannon. She couldn’t help but get a direct
hit but she'd never been so close to her own attack and the blowback through her
backwards, damaging her as well as destroying the simulation of Mon El. She hit
the ground, her bio armor cracked, melted and smoldering, stained in blood,
tissue and whatever else she'd gotten on her but she came to rest on her side,
her arms in front of her and parallel to her body. Her sensory orbs continued to
move, but her body was too badly damaged to continue, even if she wanted to.
The current simulation running to its
completion, Mon-El floats to the ground, and strides over to a broken Kashii.
Chuckling at her, he allows her Guyver systems to repair the damage she has
received from her various opponents before shutting down the program. Picking
her up off her feet Mon-El ends the simulation, and they are once again back in
the tech lab. He then takes Kashii over to a curious looking recliner chair, and
motions for her to sit in it. The knowledge she requires to correctly use the
Alpha suit will be planted within her mind, it is crucial that it be done right
away as her mind is currently geared towards combat, makes it easier for the
techs. She of course has reservations about sitting in this chair, but Mon-El
merely assures her that it will allow the techs to accurately maximize the
neural interface, providing them with easy access to her mind.
Kashii gives Mon-El a scrutinizing look as she sits in
the chair and various techs hook up machines and tweak their outputs. Her
eyelids getting heavy, thanks to one of the devices near her, Kashii falls into
a deep sleep, and the technicians get to work, hooking up probes to her head,
and taking readings of her brain waves. Matching the data they have to Kashii’s
brain waves, they begin to upload 10 years worth of experience into her mind; to
go beyond this level in one session could potentially fricassee her neural
pathways, turning her into a vegetable.
Although the actual transfer doesn’t take very long, in
Kashii’s mind she experiences every aspect of the data she has received, as if
living it for the first time, despite the fact that she actually is. The trial
and error of using an Alpha suit for example, how to utilize its weapons systems
to maximum effect, these are only a few of the things the techs have force-fed
into her mind. Even while subconscious Kashii twists and turns in the chair, the
experience uncomfortable, but eventually she opens her eyes and looks around the
lab and mutters with a croak, “Where am I?” while shaking her head slightly to
clear the cob-webs.
Mon-El allows Kashii to regain her senses before he asks
her how she feels, she can only grumble as a response as she rises from the
chair, holding onto it for support. Shaking her head once more, she looks to
Mon-El and mutters, “Remind me not to do that again.” Walking around the lab,
taking in the semi-familiar surroundings, she regains her senses and walks over
to Mon-El, and looks to him saying, “Alright now I know how to use an Alpha
suit, or at least I think I do. What was the point of this anyway? I would’ve
preferred to keep my guyver unit.” Kashii gives Mon-El her exasperated look and
crosses her arms expecting an explanation.
Mon-El clears his throat and gives Kashii a look of his
own; his eyes narrowed showing his impatience with her antics. He mutters to
her, “My reasons are my own, however, as you should already know, the Alpha suit
is vastly superior to any standard guyver unit, and in order for you to function
properly within the Alliance, you are required to be able to pilot an alpha suit
with a reasonable proficiency. That is why I am going to test your knowledge.”
Reaching behind his back, Mon-El pulls the Alpha suit bracelets from his belt
and hands them to Kashii, who notices what they are and gives Mon-El a quizzical
Mon-El smirks and says, “You will proceed to the
sparring room, and prepare for my arrival.” Saying this, he proceeds to his room
and steps into his Omega suit. Meanwhile, Kashii heads to the sparring room and
enters to see Ydnac standing in the middle of the room. He smiles at her as she
places the bracelets on her wrists and brings them together activating their
power nodes, and smiles as the armor plates flow out over her body, connecting
seamlessly, forming the Alpha suit. Mon-El then walks the corridors to the
sparring room, the crew members all stopping what they are doing to watch him as
he walks in full armor, hushed whispers are heard speaking of what is going on.
Mon-El ignores them as he walks into the sparring room,
and looks to Kashii in her Alpha suit, he nods to Ydnac and approaches Kashii
and says, his voice sounding metallic due to the vocal enhancers in the suit,
“This is it Kashii, if you can impress me, I will release you into active duty.
Show me your knowledge of the Alpha suit.” Mon-El stands a few feet away from
her, and beckons her forward. She complies by dashing towards him, and when
Mon-El prepares for a frontal assault, Kashii jumps over him and spins in the
air, performing a scissor kick, which drops her right foot onto his left
shoulder. Mon-El doesn’t move from the impact, however he grabs her foot and
flings her across the room, in response she reflexively flips in mid-air and
lands on her feet.
Activating her weapon systems through the neural
interface, Kashii’s right hand turns into a wicked looking barbed claw as she
rushes at Mon-El once again. Kashii slashes at his chest, but Mon-El moves too
fast for the eye to see, and avoids her blows, he then throws a punch to her
mid-section, and Kashii’s battle computer tells her to jump, and so she does,
avoiding Mon-El’s blow. She then lands behind Mon-El and he raises a hand to
stop the sparring match. “Ok that’s enough Kashii, you’ve proven you can use the
Alpha suit, and I will put you into active duty, I only hope you are ready for
it.” Chuckling Mon-El waves a hand to Ydnac and dismisses Kashii back to her
quarters, he himself going to return to his duties.
She was breathing heavily, the small
gills upon the sides of her neck opening and sealing rapidly as her Unit
repaired the damage she had received for her trials. She felt herself being
lifted up into Mon-El’s arms and her head fell against hsi chest from battle
fatigue but even as she tried to move it she could feel her face turning red as
the image of seeing him in near nothing returned to her minds eye. At least it
was after the battle and not in the middle of it this time, but even as the sim
ended and her suit faded away from her she was still blushing and tucked her
head down while he gave her new set of instructions which she followed
obediently, following him to the odd looking recliner but when she saw it she
stopped and froze.
"You don't expect me to sit in that do you?" she asked.
She could only imagine what she'd walk away without this time around. He then
told her that it was nothing and was going to help teach her how to use the
Alpha Suit. "Right..." she muttered as she sat down and gave him the evil eye.
"..but if I come out of this missing anything...." she began but the techs
pulled her head back and began setting her up. He seemed to ignore her, knowing
of her newfound lack of trust for the technicians and anyone who tried to get
her to work with them but he watched as they began to put her to sleep and try
as she might, she couldn't fight it off.
Feeling her eyelids begin to sink she shot them open
again but soon it was just too much for her and she finally fell asleep. Once
she had, they finished setting everything up before programming the battle
information that she would need to know. Though her physical form remained
motionless, in her mind she squirmed and shifted. She was growing restless as
the information was imprinted upon her mind and after what seemed like hours her
eyes finally flickered open. 'How much more of this do I have to go through...'
she thought as her mind tried connecting her to the present. She tried to get up
and nearly fell back into the chair and her head fell forward into her hand for
a moment while she regained herself before giving it a second go.
This time she managed to stay up though she had
difficulty doing so and held onto the arm of the chair tightly as she teetered
around the lab. When she was finally back to herself she was instructed to meet
him in the sparring room. She nodded as she watched him leave, following to a
point before breaking from his trail and heading to the sparring room. When she
entered she saw the General and bowed her head to him before pressing her wrists
together. As soon as she did this the armor began to form around her and once it
was done she looked herself over just as Mon El entered the arena. His voice
sounded so different, unrecognizable and as he addressed her as Kashii and
challenged her to attack him her eyes narrowed. "My name....is Rika! Kashii is
dead because of you!!!" she snarled and charged him. She was surprisingly fast,
much faster than her old Unit and the fight was underway.
It was so....amazing, this suit. It told her when to
jump, or how to dodge an attack. It was amazing. She even managed to make her
fingers turn into a set of long claws which she was about to dig into his back
when he called the spar. She scowled and the claws retracted back to reform her
fingers, her gaze trained on him while he told her to return to her quarters.
She then watched him leave without further word and she blinked several times
before deactivating her Suit, bowing her head once more to the General before
heading silently back to her room. She stopped by the mess first for a quick
bite to eat which she brought back with her and sat down at the small desk,
turning on the lamp upon it and poked at her food.
The words she shot off at him echoed in her mind. She's
dead, he killed her. Not that it wasn't truth. They could have just used this
suit thing to further advance her Unit since they were sooooo far into the
future. She sighed heavily, taking a bite of her food, absently tracing the scar
on her forehead. "At least he forgot about the lecture he was suppose to give
me..." she muttered as she pushed back from the desk and removed the bracelets
and striped from her clothes and headed into the washroom. "I need a hot soak."
she said as she turned on the bath water, filling up the tub and stepping into
the steaming water, letting herself sink into it while she laid her head back
against the cool wall. It was well deserved anyway. She'd learned so much and
the mental fatigue had finally started to catch up to her. "So much has
changed.." she said as she sank lower into the water. "I wonder if I can really
fit in here." That was the last thought that entered her mind as she began to
drift off in the enveloping warmth of the water that surrounded her.
She groaned lightly as she began to dream, her head
unknowingly shifting from side to side as she slid into a state of dreams. There
she was, standing on the bridge beside Mon-El, overlooking the vastness of the
direction they were heading in. She was to go out on patrol with him, as she had
so many times before and as the order was given she followed him out after
activating her suit, and the small group exited the air lock. Things seemed
routine until a disturbance was detected and they were ordered to investigate
it. She landed on a floating asteroid, large enough to almost be a moon and was
about to make a report that nothing was amiss when she saw a figure moving in
the distance. Her scanners told her that it was a Guyver, male in origins and
she ran towards it. 'Have they finally found me??' she asked herself in a
But she was not so lucky. When she reached them she
recognized who it was within seconds. "GuyverWarrior!!" she shouted happily and
ran right towards him. He had found her and she could finally get out of here,
but as she drew near him she was stopped as a rather powerful attack created a
crater directly in front of her. "GuyverWarrior, what are you doing? It's
me...Rika!" she shouted. "The Kashii Guyver!"
"You lie!" he growled and sent another shot off at her
but her sensors told her where it would land and the safest place for her to
move and that's exactly what she did. She ran up to him, sidestepping blast
after blast until she was directly in front of him. Her helmet cleared,
revealing her face as she pointed to the scar on her forehead.
"These assholes took Kashii from me!" she shouted,
trying to get him to understand but he backhanded her, sending her flying. He
was so much stronger than he use to be and she hit the ground hard enough to
jerk her from her dreams. She shot up into a sitting position, water sloshing in
the tub and spilling over the side. Her eyes were wide, staring into emptiness,
her iris' seeming to quiver with the images replaying in her mind and soon a
veil of tears began to well up, pooling into her lower eyelids, streaking down
her cheeks to join the water in her bath only after she tightly closed her eyes.
"GuyverWarrior..." she whispered softly. Would he really treat her like that if
he ever found her again? She hung her head as tears continued to ripple the
settling water but she couldn't dwell on it. "Mon-El was right....I need to get
on with my life" she said softly and scooped some water into her hands before
splashing it over her face.
She then drained the water and stood from the tub,
stepping from it onto the bath mat and grabbing a nearby towel. She gently ran
it down her form, letting the fibers draw in the water that beaded down her warm
and slightly reddened flesh. Once she was dried off she stepped into her room
and dressed once more, placing the bracelets of her Alpha Suit around her
wrists. She still wasn't very hungry, but she had gotten the food after all and
she finished what remained before leaving. She needed to ease her mind and she
wanted to learn more about the weapons used in this day and age. As she walked
though she received some odd glances from some of the people who had been around
when Mon El stated that he would watch over her.
"So, you still bunking with the General?" one asked with
a chuckle. "Not that I blame him, you're not half bad looking."
She glared at him and walked past him, paying him no
heed though she was relieved when she reached a section of the ship that wasn't
aware of her existence on the ship. "New recruit?" came a females voice from
behind her, making her jump nearly out of her skin.
"Y..yeah..." she replied.
The woman just laughed and waved her hand a bit. "Only
rookies wander around the ship looking lost, so it was kind of a dead give
"It's that obvious huh." she asked dryly.
"Just a bit." the brunette replied. "My name's Anna, I'm
one of the civilians on the ship."
"Rika...." she answered, introducing herself.
"Well, Rika, what can I help you find?" she asked.
"Well, I was trying to find the library." she said as
she rubbed the back of her neck.
"Oh, you still have a ways to go." She then directed her
to a nearby map of the ship and her jaw nearly hit the floor. "Not use to seeing
a ship this big huh?" she asked, to which Rika could just shake her head no.
"Well, this is where we are." she said, pointing to the red highlighted section
of the ship. "This, is where you need to be." she added as she pointed to the
blue section in a completely different area.
"Thank you." she replied with a bow of her head then
headed off. What seemed like hours later, she finally made it to the library.
"Bout time.." she muttered as she entered. There was an empty computer terminal
and she took a seat, doing a search for all modern day weaponry. The things she
saw were things she could only dream of. 'And the A Suit is limited by my
imagination?' she asked herself. She knew because of military conduct that she
could no longer retaliate against Mon El for what he'd done to her, but the
sparring rings were a no holds bar and that's exactly what she intended to do,
make him suffer the way he'd made her suffer.
Armed with the information she needed, she headed from
the ship and made her way back to he military section of the floating planet and
went to the sparring arena. General Yndac seemed slightly surprised to see her
back so soon after having such a vast amount of knowledge force fed into her
mind. "Are you wanting to train?" he asked, answered only with a nod of her
head. Since she had only completed her first level of training he thought it
best to send enemies at her that she was familiar with fighting.
"Do your worst..." she growled, and as he looked upon
her there was a difference in her eyes that could be easily explained, at least
by himself given that he was a part of this ship and knew most everything that
there could be known, and he knew about her and the feelings of resentment
towards the members of this fleet. He then sent a squad of the creatures she'd
fought earlier to attack her as soon as she'd armored up and her sensors began
working in earnest, alerting her of things that were surrounding her. It worked
and she soon charged head on into the fray before her. She listened to all that
her sensors told her, dodging bio blasts, watching as they would randomly take
out other members of the attack party.
She landed behind a small group and once again formed
her fingers into claws that were nearly the size of her forearms and started
thrashing through some of the weaker creatures. She then backed away and thrust
her hands towards and into the ground, the Alpha Suit bending to her will as
distant eyes focused upon each intended target. Beneath one, blades shot up from
the ground, piercing through the base of the unfortunate creature, skewering it.
She watched as the tip of the blade cracked through the skull, gleaming with
blood, tissue and brain matter. In her state of mind she took an odd delight in
the sight. Sensing that others were closing in she retracted the blades back
through the ground, feeling as they rejoined her Suit only to have them thread
down her legs, spreading out as if it were the root structure of a tree.
She then began forming something that she'd seen, pulse
cannons, one on each shoulder and as the remnants of the group advanced towards
her she fired off two shots, one from each cannon, the root structure embedded
within the ground keeping her from flying backwards with each shot. Once the
first shot had been fired she sent off the second shot, craters marking the
impact of each pulse. Ydnac just watched, impressed with her growing mastery of
her Suit yet as the last of her foes were defeated the simulation ended and her
suit began to fall away from her back into the bracelet’s as he approached her.
"You hold a great deal of rage within you." he said as
he stopped before her, returning the salute that was given him. "Used correctly
it can be a great tool in your fighting, but don’t let it cloud your senses." He
then once more ruffed her hair before walking off to see how others were doing
with their training.
Emotionally spent she walked back to her room, kicking
the door closed with the heel of her right foot. She felt drained, the contents
of her dream bothering her in a way that not even the violation against her
could. She then let herself fall back onto the mattress of her bed, lacing her
fingers against the back of her neck. "Maybe I should try and rest...who knows
when that idiot is going to come waking me up." she muttered, kicking her feet
back and forth idly against the foot of her bed. "But do I really want to sleep
again?" she asked herself. "..and run the risk of repeating that dream..." She
turned onto her side, her finger tracing the scar down the center of her
forehead. "GuyverWarrior.." she whispered softly as her face fell into her
Returning to the bridge, Mon-El walks
over to Warren Worthington III, AKA Archangel, and reports for duty. The Admiral
requests that Mon-El keep the ships troops in top condition, in preparation of
an attack of any kind. Mon-El salutes the Admiral and acquiesces to his request,
traveling to the barracks. Standing in front of the door, Mon-El fixes his
containment suit, so that it sits on him perfectly, and hits the activation
switch to cause the door to iris open. The troops immediately snap to attention
and stand in front of their bunks, as Mon-El walks in and does a surprise
Walking through the barracks, it would seem the troops
have everything in order, and smiling to them, Mon-El shouts to them all, “Move
out soldiers, it’s time, for combat practice!!” Most of them whoop and holler, a
few growl and pounds their palms with their fists, and few still look tranquil
and at complete peace with everything. All of them either run or take their time
in their journey to the training chambers. Only when they get there does all
hell break lose, they all engage their Alpha suits and partake in a huge melee
with each other before formal training begins.
Mon-El can only smile and nod at their enthusiasm as
Ydnac walks over and punches him in the shoulder. Mon-El rubs his shoulder as he
turns his head slightly to find the person responsible, and chuckles as he
crosses his arms across his chest. Mon-El inclines his head towards him and
mutters, “Greetings Ydnac, I’m happy to see the troops moral is so high, we
might need it at some point in the near future.” Ydnac smirks a Mon-El before
replying, “Oh? Are there reports of activity in this area?” Mon-El replies, “I
don’t know, I just received orders to keep the troops in full combat readiness.”
Ydnac nods to Mon-El, and then shouts over top of the fighting, “All right you
maggots! Form up, I don’t want to see a gap in between the lot of your mother
lovers bigger than an inch!!”
With this, they all form straight lines standing in
front of Ydnac after shouting, “Yessir” at the top of their lungs. They stand at
attention, less than an inch between each other’s shoulders. Despite different
heights, weights and genders they look the same in their Alpha suits, their
backs straight, shoulders squared, and their feet 2.5 feet apart. Mon-El then
excuses himself to go check up on a more recent cadet, while Ydnac goes through
a few basic drills. In stark contrast to his harsh behavior, Ydnac cracks a few
jokes while demanding perfection from his troops, and through yes sirs and no
sirs they all laugh politely at their commanding officer, even if it wasn’t
Mon-El in the meantime, travels to Rika’s quarters, and
hitting the door chime, doesn’t receive a response. Curious, Mon-El contacts
security and asks them if she is in her quarters. Receiving a stark no as a
reply, Mon-El bares his teeth, and heads to the security office, intent on
tracking her location over the past few hours. Excusing the current officer on
duty from his post, Mon-El hits a few keys on the holographic display, and
information he searched for is displayed. It would seem that Rika didn’t go
directly to her quarters. Smirking to himself as he watches the surveillance
video, he overrides the security protocols, which prevent people from spying on
others privacy, and records video from Rika’s quarters onto a small disk.
Grinning to himself, Mon-El takes the disk, and returns
to the training chambers. Seeing his troops fighting in perfect formation,
practicing different maneuvers, Mon-El calls everybody’s attention. They all
stop as Mon-El slides the disk into a console and a hologram of Rika appears,
she is in her quarters, undressing for a bath, and when she removes her clothing
and stands before the tub naked, Mon-El freezes the hologram for all to see. All
of the men hoot and holler, and a few of the women whistle and cheer, as they
look at Rika naked. It is then that Mon-El shouts over the lot of them, “To the
first man, or woman, who lands a punch on Ydnac, they get this hologram!!!” It
is then that Ydnac does a double-take in Mon-El’s direction, and does a mad dash
for the other side of the chamber, as the soldiers all scramble to attack him at
the same time.
Cursing and swearing, Ydnac dodges and parries, but
their number is too great, fighting even erupts within their midst, vying for a
position to strike from since they crowd each other and block their progress,
but all it takes is one man, walking slowly and calmly over to Ydnac, not posing
a direct threat, who sends a slow jab out to connect with his shoulder. The rest
of the men and women curse as the winner receives his prize, who is then
promptly dismissed with the rest of the troops back to their barracks. The
soldier holds his prize high for all to see as he walks down the corridors, and
Mon-El can only laugh as he returns to his quarters, waiting for Rika to receive
the good news.
Her rest was unfitting, interrupted
and troubled. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, her hands
resting over her chest. Her head ached and she was becoming fidgety. Sitting up
she gave a rough sigh of frustration, running her fingers through her hair
before locking them behind the back of her neck at the base of her skull.
Pulling her head down she could feel the pull through her back and she knew that
instant she was stiff. "Damn stress..." she grumbled as she pushed back to her
feet. Her arms instantly locked as they extended over her head, her body bowing
out as she stretched. Her arms fell to her sides limply as she walked over to
the desk and grabbed the grey bracelets, fastening them over her wrists before
stepping from her room and headed in the direction of the simulation units.
On her way, she happened by one of the now off duty
security techs who was getting ready to retire for the night. "Oh, Mon-El was
looking for you earlier."
She scowled and grumbled. "Let me guess, he's upset that
I didn't go directly to my room like a good little girl." she said
The officer just shrugged as he sipped a piping cup of
coffee. "Not sure. He didn't say anything. Just came to view some surveillance
records." he replied.
"Well....thanks for the warning anyway." she said,
getting a nod in response. The two then bade their farewells and she continued
to the sim room. As she walked in she saw a display of a huge group of cadets
attacking Ydnac. "Poor
guy." she said with a chuckle as she
stepped to an empty platform and stared down at the console, unaware of what
they were fighting for. She didn't even realize that Mon El himself was watching
the fevered attacks.
"Something I can help you with?" one of the techs asked,
keeping a straight face when he saw the annoyance etched into her features.
"Yeah, can you program my old Unit into a sim?" she
asked. "I want to see just how great this new Alpha Suit is compared to it."
"Well, we can, but you'd obliterate the Guyver within
the first hit." he said, watching as her expression darkened.
"Well damn..." she muttered. "Just send in a bunch of
Vamore then I guess, and a hologram of Mon El. I want to see just what I can do
in this thing."
"Pushing your limits huh?" he asked as he began to set
up her simulation. He set up open areas, rocky areas and forested areas to give
an array of situations.
"Something like that." she answered as she pressed her
wrists together allowing her suit to flow over her, forming to her perfectly.
She waited for the systems to come online and once everything was ready she
nodded her head and the simulation was started.
She walked into the center of the grassland and began
manipulating the arms of her suit, forming various weapons while she searched
the memory banks that the suit had of known weapons. 'Not bad.' she thought just
as the system alerted her to a blast coming from her right. Though its
directions told her to roll forward to dodge it safely she leapt into the air
and fixated upon the direction the attack had come from. When she reached her
peak of assent she held out her right arm, keeping it rigid as it formed a sort
of cannon type gun and griped it with her left hand. She then popped off a few
shots, each sending her arm up several degrees with the recoil. She only got
three shots though before she felt herself falling and braced herself for the
tender impact, landing in a crouch with her left palm splayed out in front of
her to keep her balance.
In the distance she could see the rolling smoke as it
billowed into the sky. What she was unaware of was that they were all scattered
throughout the region and while she fixed upon one of the groups, the others
were watching. Pushing to her feet she darted off towards the direction of the
smoke, leaping atop a lone boulder and pushing from it to clear a small knoll.
As soon as she cleared it she could hear the warning systems going off and the
sky suddenly lit up a glowie green color as a small army of Vamore fired their
bio blasts at her.
By now, the fight for the disk was complete and the
victor was showing off his prize as they exited their simulation. As theirs
ended the techs brought up Rika’s, rather interested in her fighting, especially
having just recently acquired her Alpha Suit. While some were intrigued with her
skill, others were trying to envision what lay beneath the Suit that hid her
Unaware of her growing audience Rika kept herself
focused and as her right foot touched the blades of grass she pushed herself
back into the air, her arms crossing over her chest, the Alpha Suit shifting and
forming into smaller guns while the bio blasts passed just under her now
extended foot while her left leg remained cocked with her calf pressed against
the back of her thigh. She held an almost perfect form as she slid her arms over
each other and as they began to break she fired off a volley of attacks,
watching as most hit their marks. Some went through the bio blasters, sending
their owners running for cover while other blasts hit their mark and sending a
spray of blood and body parts in all directions.
"Wow, she's great AND hot!" one of the guys said.
"She's way out of your league." another one said as he
punched the guys arm.
"That's enough." one of the senior cadets chided, their
attention drawing back to the now sprinting form of the former Guyver.
She tended to do her own thing, which had earned her
Guyvers name and it rang true even now. She paid enough attention to her
tracking systems to let her know there were still enemies out and about and also
how much power she had left in her Suit.
The others watched for what seemed like hours, their
interest growing more as they watched her take on the hologram of Mon El
himself. "That's so intense!" one of the girls squealed as she watched Rika use
the suit to create a modded version of her former High Frequency Blades to try
and hack Mon El to pieces.
"She doesn't like Mon El very much." one of the other
senior cadets stated.
"How can you tell?" another one asked.
"Look at how she's fighting him compared to the Vamore.
She obliterated them without a second thought, but now there's true passion in
The small group around him nodded slowly as they watched
before another junior cadet piped up. "Why would someone hate him that much?"
"Maybe we can corner her and ask." came another reply.
"You'll do nothing of the sort." came the stern voice of
Ydnac. "She's training to be an officer and you are still cadets. You will treat
her with the same respect you give all the officers." he said before leaving,
though most of them were still lost in the images Mon El had put on the screen
Once more on the field, Mon El had Rika by the throat.
"You still need more training." he chuckled as his eyes began to glow red, those
watching now on the edge of their seats.
"Not this time." she replied with a sneer. She resented
her hand and wrapped her fingers around his neck, flexing them to manipulate the
fingers of her Suit into a sharp set of claws that pierced the flesh. Startled,
Mon El was delayed in firing his heat vision at her which gave her enough time
for the palm of the same hand to form a small gun which sent a single shot
through the front of his throat sending a spray of blood out around her hand and
splattering up her arm and chest. Once she felt her feet hit the ground she
continued to hold the form by the remnants of his neck, her attention shifting
as she heard the cheers and hollering of the cadets watching her.
Tossing the form aside she headed back to where she'd
entered the sim, her brow quirked lightly. "Since when do I have a fan club."
she asked herself, wondering just how many people knew she was here and knew of
her past. As the sim faded and her Suit deactivated she was almost swarmed
around. She leapt into the air as someone pinched her ass and another went for a
grab of her chest. Glaring she grabbed the hand by the wrist and began pressing
her fingers between the radius and ulna, creating a great deal of pain and soon
the wrists owner was on his knees. "I suggest not doing that again." she growled
before throwing his hand back at him and walked off, followed by the horde of
cadets all trying to get a grab at her while others whistled at her as she
Suddenly one of the seniors grabbed her by the waist and
pulled her firmly against him. Startled, she blinked and looked up at him, her
left brow arched rather highly. "I'll keep you safe." he whispered to her.
"I'm sure you will." she said in a flat tone as she
kicked back and sent her left heel into his groin. The sound of his groan was
like music to her ears as he let go of her and fell to the floor.
"Hey, you can't treat him like that!" another cadet
shouted and tried to backhand her. She ducked easily enough and sent her fist
full force to his gut, having enough power behind it to send him flying back a
few feet into another small rush of male cadets.
"Good god what's going on?" she asked as she backed up
from them, bumping into someone. Startled, she lept some and spun around seeing
another male cadet who was grinning rather intently at her and soon produced a
"I believe this will answer your question." he said
"I'm sure." she replied dryly.
"Oh it will." called out one of the junior cadets and
soon they were all hooting and laughing. This got her attention and she looked
back to the cadet with the disc.
As the contents of the disc were explained to her the
blood drained from her face and her mind went numb as she tried to fathom what
she'd just heard. "He did....WHAT?!?" She then excused herself, running past the
cadet and thankfully outrunning the lot as she headed for the officers quarters,
bypassing her own room and heading straight for his. When she reached his room
she pounded violently on the door demanding that he open it. 'Mutilation...and
now violation of privacy and humiliation??' The thought was enough to make her
physically ill and as she stood there her body began to visibly shake with
growing rage while hellfire seemed to burn in her eyes. 'HOW DARE HE!!!!!' she
screamed into her own mind.
Sitting in his quarters, Mon-El
enjoys the first bit of relaxation he has had in quite a while, since the war
with the Ralaruru, his life has been hectic to say the least. He even attains a
state of pure calm as he begins to meditate and clear his mind. That is until
there is a loud banging on his door, which breaks him from his trance; he growls
at the intrusion and rises from the floor, and walking over to the door, presses
the activation switch for the door, which irises open, to show an enraged Rika,
standing before him.
Taken aback slightly at her appearance, it was not of
course unexpected, Mon-El cannot resist a little laughter, and she huffs and
puffs, shaking in anger before she demands an explanation for what he had done.
Mon-El nods to her and asks to accompany him to the mess hall, beginning to
explain the situation along the way. “You didn’t like the peep-show I gave the
soldiers?” Rika only gives Mon-El a sour look and mutters something under her
breath as a response. Continuing on without pause, Mon-El says, “Well that is
strange, since you didn’t mind the show you got when you entered my quarters
unannounced. Granted, what I did was on a grander scale, it was the same thing
and I reserve the right to teach you a lesson. However, it is my responsibility
to set the right example, and so I am willing to make a public apology to you in
front of everyone who was witness to your, ahem, nakedness, and broadcast this
message over the entire ship.”
Rika then says, her tone sharp yet low enough that
passersby cannot hear, “I did mind that, it’s not like I meant to see you
naked!” She quiets after saying this and blushes slightly before continuing,
“I’m not used to such a strict command structure, the Guyver Strike Force was
completely different.” Nodding in response to her, they enter the mess hall, and
Mon-El selects a quiet table in a corner, even though at this time of day it is
virtually deserted. Mon-El sits and says, “I guess I came off a little rough on
you Rika; with the war going on, and the shit I have to put up with on a daily
basis, I guess I took it a little too hard on you. Just to let you know, I’m
basically on a probationary period with the
since I had used a Guyver in the past, let alone being a ranking member in the
Guyver Strike Force, they don’t quite trust me fully.”
Upon hearing of the Guyver Strike Force, Rika begins to
question him about the now defunct group and the
motives towards Guyvers. “You were a Guyver?” she asks with scrutiny, “What part
of the Guyver Strike Force did you belong to? And for that matter, what was your
rank?” Smirking at her, Mon-El doesn’t feel like reminding Rika that he already
told her this information, he merely answers her questions as she asks them.
“Well yes, I was a guyver, I had an advanced unit-g to be precise.” Continuing
on with her line of questioning, he says, “A strange question, I was a part of
the same Guyver Strike Force you were, however near the end, there were two
warring factions, GuyverWarrior’s side, and Aureus’s side. I was allied with the
latter. It is because of this war, that the Alliance has outlawed the use of
Guyver’s within their space. And as for my rank, I was a general.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Mon-El lowers his
head, as he reminisces on memories of so long ago. It is at this moment that
Rika once again bombards Mon-El with questions, “You knew GuyverWarrior? How?
And for that matter, where is he now? How can I find him?” Mon-El quirks a brow
as she seems to be anxious as she asks these questions and replies, “Of course I
knew him, we were comrades. And as for where he is, I cannot tell you that, but
I can tell you when, and I am sorry Rika, but you cannot find him, Aureus
banished him from Ayenee a very long time ago, and he wasn’t heard from since,
and to be honest, I do not truly know if he still lives.”
Nodding to Rika, Mon-El rises from the table and excuses
himself saying, “I should go, we’ve talked enough, let’s end the bickering now
before one or both of us gets thrown off the ship. If I need to, I can survive
in space long enough to find a suitable planet to land on, you on the other
hand, cannot. I will talk to the soldiers in the morning, good night.” With that
he leaves the mess hall, going off to do who knows what.
When he opened the door and started
to laugh at her she was furious. She wanted to lunge at him and throttle him
within an inch of his life, even if it did mean that she'd end up back in the
brig. At least there the cadets wouldn't be able to cop a feel of her. Just the
thought of their touch made her skin crawl in revolution. Seeming to ignore the
enraged Rika before him he exited his room and walked off though she was quickly
in tow behind him. When he mentioned that he'd broadcast a public apology across
the ship she nearly leapt onto him to tackle him to the ground. "The whole
ship?" she hissed "That's all I need is the entire fucking ship knowing what you
did!" But when he said he'd at least talk to the cadets about what happened she
fell back behind him, nodded, and fell silent, continuing with him to the mess,
her eyes downcast, moving only as he motioned to an empty table at the far side
of the mess.
She really didn't know why he'd brought her here, it
wasn't like she was hungry. Her stomach felt like it was in a series of knots
with how angry she was. The two just sat down and started talking, her interest
peaking only when he'd mentioned the Guyvers once more, not that she remembered
in her current state of mind. She soon began asking him a series of questions
and he answered them in stride. The conversation seemed to help calm her down
though when she asked about the possibility of finding GuyverWarrior, his answer
was grim at best. "No...he has to be alive.' she said in protest. "I know him,
he's tough and knows how to survive. You of all people should know that since
you say that you knew him." But, instead of answering her, he just got up and
started to walk off, turning only to tell her that he would talk to the cadets
in the morning. With that he just left, leaving her in a bit of a daze. She
quickly got up and started to follow after him, walking briskly to match the
lengthy strides he was taking.
"I said good night Rika." he said without looking
"I know you did, but if I remember correctly, you were
put in charge of me and it was stated that I was to bunk with you." she replied
with a sneer which elected an annoyed silence from the man before her.
He was thinking about answering her and as he'd opened
his mouth to do so one of the men that worked on the bridge came their way,
heading towards his own quarters for the evening. Rika watched as the two
saluted and the bridge officer gave the two a grin. "Out for a romantic evening
stroll?" he asked, more to tease Mon El, knowing of his bad ass reputation.
Still in somewhat of a foul mood Rika made a go for him
but got no further than a partial lunge before she felt the swift grip of
Mon-El’s hand around her wrist, holding her in place. The man just chuckled as
he appraised his would be attacker before looking back to the General before
him. "You have good control over her." he said with an approving nod. "I'm sure
the higher ups will be pleased to know that their faith in you is well
warranted." He then bade his farewells to them and headed off and once they were
alone in the halls he spun sharply to face her.
His movements were swift and before she knew what
happened she was sprawled backwards on her ass and the side of her face stung.
He'd hit her right where he'd hit her the previous day and as she rubbed her
cheek she stared at him with a dark gaze. "Don't you EVER lunge at a bridge
officer." His tone was so strict that it surprised her to the point she froze
and drew back from him. He then wrapped his fingers around the front of her
shirt and yanked her to her feet, dragging her behind him as he took her back to
her quarters. Once there he literally shoved her into her room and as she turned
to face him he looked very cross. "You stay here until I can figure out what to
do about your temper." he growled and with that he closed and locked her door.
leaving her to pace across her floor
Sitting in his quarters, off-duty for
the time being, Mon-El mulls over the dilemma he currently is faced with. If
Rika continues along the path she is traveling, she will most certainly be
expelled from the Worthington. It is doubtful any other ship in the fleet will
pick her up, which poses a moral conflict. Gritting his teeth in frustration,
Mon-El slams his hand down on the table in front of him with more force than he
normally would, and with a squeal of metal, and a grimace on Mon-El’s part,
almost folds it in half. Shaking his head, hoping to rid himself of a few
negative emotions, Mon-El contacts a repair crew to come fix the problem he is
having with his furniture, and removes himself from his room.
Not knowing at this time how he can fix the problem with
Rika, Mon-El walks to the training room, and casually strolls over to Ydnac, who
luckily at this time is not busy with trainees. The two exchange words,
discussing the options Mon-El has, and they reach a conclusion. Frowning, Mon-El
clasps Ydnac on the shoulder, and gives him an appreciative nod before leaving,
returning to his roaming of the ship and becoming lost in thought. Finding
himself in front of Rika’s quarters, without even realizing it, Mon-El hits a
panel by the door to announce his presence to her.
Knowing who it is outside her quarters, Rika takes her
time in opening the door, once again trying to irritate Mon-El. He doesn’t
notice however, and looking at her with a serious look upon his face, he asks
rather politely and to the point if he may enter, so that they may have a
serious talk. A surprised look passes over her face before she mutters, “Uhm ok,
please come in.” She motions for him to sit in a nearby chair, as she sits on
the couch, but Mon-El declines with a raised hand and paces back and forth,
trying to come up with a way to put his thoughts into words.
Sighing, he stops pacing, and stands facing Rika, almost
as if he were standing at attention, and crossing his arms in front of him, he
says, “We have a rather large problem Rika. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you,
but your induction into this time and place is a rough one. Since I had pledged
myself to take responsibility for your placement within the
felt it was right to come to you to have this discussion. Before you blow up at
me, let me just say, I know it is extremely hard on you. Coming from a time and
place you knew and had deep connections with, and being thrown into one so
completely different, even alien by comparison, I just want to say I am sorry.”
Smiling at her, Mon-El begins to pace once again; all of
his life had been a struggle, a fight to survive. He had never gotten used to
pleasantries, and now being forced to resort to them, causes Mon-El no end of
discomfort. His skin almost seems to crawl as he continues, albeit sincerely “I
don’t know if I had said this before, but I’m sorry for how I acted towards you.
You came from a time I also had deep connections to, you reminded me how it was
way back then, and I guess I sort of started acting a bit like I used to. I am
going to try acting the way I should, and I would ask you the favor of trying to
do the same. We are in a military outfit you know, we should try to act like it.
Maybe once I get to know you a little better, we can play those pranks you are
so fond of, but for the time being, let’s try to keep it within the guidelines.”
Chuckling a little, Mon-El takes a seat finally, and
awaits Rika’s response, but from the look that is on her face, which seems to be
mainly surprise, Mon-El assumes she needs some time to absorb all of what he has
What could she do. She was literally
trapped. She rushed her door again, pressing the button to open it only to see
it not work. She then pounded the flat of her palm against it and shouted in
frustration though there was no one to hear her protests. She then spun around
quickly and rested her back against the cool surface behind her. She wanted out
so desperately. She wanted to be back with the Guyvers, but now that the Kashii
Unit was removed, she wasn't sure even They would take her back. Her head fell
forward, her bangs and strands of blonde hair casting her face in light shadows.
She felt in limbo, unable to go back, unwilling to go forward, but she had to do
something. She couldn't just give up, not this easily. He had officially managed
to break her...or as close to breaking as she was going to get.
She was heavily damaged. Not physically per say aside
from the removal of her Guyver Unit, but more inside than anything else. How
could they expect her to just adjust to such a militaristic hell hole with the
mere snap of a finger...or was this their way of doing it. Which ever it was,
she didn't like it, but if she was going to stay alive long enough to find
GuyverWarrior then what choice did she have. With a heavy sigh she finally
pushed herself from the door, accepting that she wasn't getting out any time
soon, and sloughed her way over to the couch that sat opposite her bed and
literally just fell into it. She slung her right leg onto the cushions, leaving
her left food planted upon the floor and she rested her hands upon her abdomen
and just stared at the ceiling for a few moments before finally letting her eyes
She was nearly asleep when she heard someone knocking on
her door. Her eyes slid open and she just looked at it. She knew there was
really only one person it could be and she really wasn't in the mood to talk to
him...but, she had to make changes, and do things now that she would rather not,
and that included being civil to Him. So with a protesting grunt she sat up and
pushed herself from the couch and made her way slowly to the door. Taking in a
deep breath she lifted her head and smacked the flat of her palm against the
button to open the door, watching as it finally responded, though she wasn't at
all surprised to see Mon El standing on the other side of the door. She remained
silent as she looked at him and the seriousness on his face before he finally
spoke, asking if he might come in so the two could have a serious discussion.
A slightly stunned expression briefly crossed her face
at the fact that he was finally being polite, but it quickly faded to the somber
expression she'd had before and she stepped to the side of the doorway and moved
her arm to the side, motioning for him to enter. As he did, the door hissed
closed and she walked back towards the couch, moving her left arm haphazardly
towards the chair, offering him a seat while she herself took a seat upon the
couch once again, this time drawing both feet onto the couch, wrapping her arms
around her legs as she touched them to her chest and rested her chin upon her
knees. She wasn't too surprised though when he just stood there and merely
shrugged her shoulders while he talked to her, though she made as little eye
contact with him as she possibly could, listening to the heavy steps of his
boots as he paced back and forth across the floor.
<“We have a rather large problem Rika. I’m sure I don’t
need to tell you, but your induction into this time and place is a rough one.
Since I had pledged myself to take responsibility for your placement within the
Alliance, I felt it was right to come
to you to have this discussion. Before you blow up at me, let me just say, I
know it is extremely hard on you. Coming from a time and place you knew and had
deep connections with, and being thrown into one so completely different, even
alien by comparison, I just want to say I am sorry.” >
Sorry? What did He have to be sorry for. It's not like
he planted that worm hole to drag her into the pits of hell. "You don't have any
clue how hard this is. You weren’t plucked from your time and thrown an ungodly
amount of years into the future, mutilated with no explanation, treated like
some feared anomaly and expected to change with just the mere snap of a finger.
This is your time....not mine." she muttered, still facing the back of the couch
as her fingers griped the fabric of her pants. It wasn't even about the
connection to the time she'd come from. She could have cared less about that. It
was the way she'd been treated ever since he'd found her that she had issues
with. As much as she hated to be here though, there was really no where for her
to go so she would have to learn to adjust to what would now be expected of her
as a future Officer of this military company.
She heard him start pacing again and she knew he wasn't
comfortable talking to her like this. She would have asked why he bothered doing
it, but as he'd stated earlier, it was something that concerned her, so she was
the first person he'd come to to discuss what was on his mind. She was going to
ask him why he was being so nice when he obviously disliked it, but he's stoped
pacing again and started talking.
<“I don’t know if I had said this before, but I’m sorry
for how I acted towards you. You came from a time I also had deep connections
to, you reminded me how it was way back then, and I guess I sort of started
acting a bit like I used to. I am going to try acting the way I should, and I
would ask you the favor of trying to do the same. We are in a military outfit
you know, we should try to act like it. Maybe once I get to know you a little
better, we can play those pranks you are so fond of, but for the time being,
let’s try to keep it within the guidelines.” >
"You did apologize...but I doubt you meant it..." she
mumbled to herself under her breath. Yes, yes, she knew she was in a military
outfit. They seemed to enjoy reminding her of such truths every chance they got.
"Pft....guidelines..." she snorted as she sat up a bit straighter, folding her
arms across her chest now as she stared down at her knees. "Fine....whatever."
she said dryly as she heard him finally take a seat, feeling his eyes watching
her and gauging her answers.
Sitting in the chair almost
completely motionless, Mon-El listens to what Rika has to say, how she has to
say it, and shakes his head sadly. He mutters, “Look I know we’ve had our
differences, but that doesn’t call for you to hold a grudge against me, not even
the Alliance deserves that. What they did was well within the confines of their
laws. You were a victim, I know this, but it couldn’t have happened any other
way. You were in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and it sent you here.”
Going silent upon saying this, he purposely doesn’t mention the other way it
could have went, had she resisted, the Alliance would have terminated her.
Rubbing his temples with his hands, Mon-El tries to
alleviate the pain that is causing his head to pound. His efforts unsuccessful,
he rubs his eyes and holds his head in his hands. Shaking his head once again,
Mon-El gets up from the chair, and mutters at her, “I’ll leave you now, you can
come and go as you please, go train, whatever you want, I’ll remove you from the
active duty roster and give you some leave until you decide what it is you want
to do. In fact I think it best if we don’t talk for a while.” Mon-El then
strides over to the door, and punches the button which cause it to iris open,
and with that he is gone, his cape trailing quickly behind him.
The decision now in Rika’s hands, Mon-El returns to his
quarters to get cleaned up and to prepare for his next duty shift. He is to
patrol the entire fleet, and check in with the commanders of each vessel. This
job in and of itself will take up a sizable chunk of time, but Mon-El doesn’t
mind, it gives him an excuse to leave the
Worthington. After all, he has been
holed up there for quite a while, and now with this mess with Rika, all he wants
to do is get away and forget it all.
Immersing himself in preparing for the next day, Mon-El
mental exhaustion gets the better of him, and laying a uniform out on a chair,
Mon-El retires to his bed. Falling asleep quickly, he however has restless
dreams, which forces him into a state of semi-consciousness. Spending the night
in this state doesn’t do much for his sour mood, and upon awakening the next
day, it hasn’t improved much, if at all. The only difference being, he seems
more at ease with his position in the alliance, he has more of a commanding
Deciding to act more like an officer of the
Alliance, and less like a general of the Guyver strike force seems to be the
best way to handle things. Treating others as is appropriate for their rank,
keeping it an impersonal as possible, makes it easier to associate with those
around him. Donning his uniform Mon-El leaves his quarters and heads immediately
to the docking bay, where his spare Omega suit is kept and puts it on, slipping
out into space, to flit around in emptiness. He then begins his inspection of
the fleet, preferring a personal visit, over hologram based communication.
Mon El seemed less than thrilled with
what she had to say, not that she cared anymore. She didn't even seem to gain
her usual satisfaction from the fact it seemed that he was getting a migraine
because of her. When he told her that it was not appropriate for her to be
holding a grudge against him her right brow nearly disappeared into the blonde
bangs that had settled over her forehead. She bit her tongue though because she
really didn't want to discuss things further. They wanted her to be a mindless
puppet with no sense of self. 'How retarded are these people..' she wondered as
she watched him get up. She knew he was about to leave, and she couldn't be
happier at the moment, but she was in no way prepared for what he was about to
<“I’ll leave you now, you can come and go as you please,
go train, whatever you want, I’ll remove you from the active duty roster and
give you some leave until you decide what it is you want to do. In fact I think
it best if we don’t talk for a while.”>
It was probably the first thing he'd said that actually
got her attention and her eyes followed him as he made his way towards the door
and exited, keeping every comment she had to herself until well after he'd left
her. "Active duty roster?? The hell??????" Only here a few days and already they
expect service from her. "Like I'm suppose to be grateful that they used me as
some failed science experiment or something...." she growled though she did let
her legs slip from her chest and rested the flats of her feet on the floor. And
to top it off, he just...abandoned her. "This is perfect.." she muttered as she
pushed herself to her feet and stood there in the middle of the floor for a
If Mon El was really part of the GSF then he of all
people should have understood her, but even though he said it, she didn't think
he meant it at all. "Sellout..." she spat at the closed door. She already knew
her fate if she hadn't gotten her Unit removed. Finding that information wasn't
all that difficult. Walking to the desk she flopped down into the seat Mon El
was previously in after turning out the overhead light. In the darkness she sat
for a few moments with closed eyes before opening them again and leaning over to
turn on the lamp over the desk.
She then retrieved a sheet of paper and a pencil,
scooting herself into the desk before going to work. Hours seemed to fly by but
fatigue never set into her but when it was near three in the morning she sat up
to look at her completed work and a sad smile crossed her face. On the paper was
drawn three figures, GuyverWarrior, Fushichou Guyver standing side by side, with
Kashii standing in front of them. Beneath the three it read simply this "The age
I learned to fly I took a step outside" These three she considered her family
given that her parents were killed so long ago. GuyverWarrior had brought her
into the GSF and it was under these two that she trained so heavily to become
who she had been. But now, she didn't even know if Fushichou was even alive, and
she hoped against all odds that GuyverWarrior was somehow on his way to find
her, but she was very cautious in her optimism.
"Fate brought me here for some reason..." she said to
herself as she leaned back in her chair. Tilting her head back she laced her
fingers against the back of her neck and stared at the dark ceiling above her.
She felt so unmotivated and listless and upon tilting her head back further she
saw that it was nearly four. "Guess I should get some shut eye.." she said as
she pushed her chair back and stood up. She looked down at her drawing once more
and smiled. "I will find you again..." she vowed before shutting off the lamp
and making her way to her bed, striping down, leaving her clothes in a pile
beside her bed and crawling beneath the blankets.
She wasn't sure when she had fallen asleep but when she
awoke and glanced at the clock it was some time in the afternoon. "What a way to
pass the day." she said through a stretch and a yawn. Rolling out of bed she
shuffled her way to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face before
staring at her reflection in the mirror. In the few days she'd been here the
incision where they'd ripped her Unit from had healed over and turned into a
white scar who’s tissue now protruded from the otherwise flawless features of
her face. "With this scar I'll never forget you.." she whispered. She then ran a
quick shower and got cleaned up, walking back into her room wrapped in a towel.
Grabbing one of her less formal uniforms she got dressed, heading back into the
bathroom to brush her hair before pulling it into a tight braid that swept
across the middle of her back, leaving her bangs to wisp over her upper eyelids.
Happy with how she looked, she headed out to explore
some more of the ship, stopping at the level map to figure out where different
places were...and just how she'd get to some of them. She made a face and spun
around when she nearly ran into the guard she'd spoken to the other night.
"Quite alright." he said, looking over her shoulder at
the map. "Trying to get somewhere?" he asked.
He motioned for her to follow him and she did without
question, not too worried where he was leading her. When they stopped she looked
quizzically at the thing in front of her then looked back at him as if to ask
what in the Gods names that was. He just chuckled and gave her the explanation
and a brief description of how exactly to use it, finding the dumbfounded look
on her face rather amusing.
'At least someone around here has a sense of humor..'
she thought as the two bade their farewells once more. She then decided where
she wanted to go and like a flash she was off. She felt her stomach wrench and
it suddenly reminded her of the worm hole she'd come here through but as she
emerged where she wanted to be she was no worse for the wear and decided that it
wasn't all that horrid. She did the exploring and gathered the things she needed
before returning back to the military level and heading to the supply section
where she requested a weeks worth of pt gear. As she waited she realized she was
catching on quicker than she'd like to admit, especially around Mon El and as
she was given her request she saluted and headed to the mess for something to
She happened across the same cadet that had wrapped his
arm around her and she just nodded to him, which both confused and excited him.
That other cadet might have the disc, but if he could have the actual
Officer....he'd be the envy of the entire barracks and he quickly caught up to
She grimaced and sighed as she got in line to get
something to eat and nodded to him. "Something I can help you with?" she asked.
"No ma’Am." he replied. "I was just wondering if you
needed help carrying that stuff back to your quarters is all." he said with a
She rolled her eyes and shot him a glance. "Nice try.."
she muttered "..but you are a cadet, I am an Officer and there is not
fraternizing between ranks...especially with that big of a gap." she scowled.
"Besides, cadets aren’t allowed near the Officers quarters." she said as she
again turned her back to him to get her food.
As she left the mess she was surprised when she felt his
arm wrap around her again, holding her firmly against his chest. "You'll warm up
to me eventually." he whispered.
"In your wet dreams maybe." she replied calmly. She then
freed herself from his arm and headed back to her room, shaking her head as she
dumped pretty much everything onto her bed save her food and a small bag which
she took to her desk. Sitting down she opened her food and took a couple of
bites before setting it aside and withdrawing several of the colored pencils
she'd gotten. She then made stroke marks in certain areas of her drawing, giving
them wonderful detail. Between eating, it took another couple of hours before
she was done but when she was, she was quite proud of the finished product and
taking some tape, she taped it to the wall above her desk.
"There, that way I'll know why I'm suffering through
this." she said before pushing back from the desk and began putting things away,
save one shirt and pair of shorts. She'd found the perfect place to be alone and
run and that's what she wanted. So she changed and headed out, using the
teleporter once more but the quiet that surrounded her was wonderful and the
view....breathtaking. She wished she could reach out and touch the stars. All
the ones she saw were so far away from her and even reaching for them they only
seemed to get further away. Shrugging the thoughts from her mind she just
started running, pushing herself far past her limits.
She let time pass her as she continued pushing herself.
It was the best way to just get rid of pent up energy and frustrations, pouring
everything into what she was doing. The better she made herself, the stronger
her Alpha Suit would be, and when she realized how much time had passed she had
sweat nearly pouring from her. What skin was exposed seemed to glisten and she
gathered part of her shirt to wipe her face down, revealing her well toned
abdomen until the damp material fell over it once more and she was at it again,
pushing herself to the point where she would have passed out. Not really wanting
to go to the infirmary she decided to call it quits and downed yet another
bottle of water to keep herself hydrated before going back to her room.
Her legs felt like jello her lungs burned and her heart
was racing to the point she could hear it pounding in her ears. She couldn't
have reached her room fast enough and as soon as she was through the door she
just fell into a sweaty heap on her bed, drained, and exhausted. But overall,
she felt much better although she knew when she woke up that she was going to
feel everything she'd just done....but it's not like she had anywhere to go or
anything to do. This was 'her' time and she was going to do as little as
possible and just keep to herself.
Immersing himself in his duties,
Mon-El finally finds solace and begins to relax. By the time he returns to the
Worthington, all of his pervious worries have been forgotten, at least
temporarily, and he begins to go about his business with a spring in his step
and a smile on his face. Heading towards the training area, Mon-El passes a few
cadets, whom he salutes to rather happily, and as he continues on his way, the
cadets turn around and look at him with a puzzled expression before one of them
shouts, “Excuse me General, you seem rather happy today, is it possible you
finally broke Rika in??”
The group of cadets chuckle amongst themselves at what
seems to be a rather funny joke, funny that is until Mon-El stops in mid stride,
his cape slowing to a halt behind him, and then whipping behind him as he spins
and looks towards them, as if asking who spoke, his facial expression torn
between disappointment and anger. The cadets all take a step back, except for
the one that spoke, who realizes then what his friends are doing and gasps as a
blur rushes towards him faster than his eyes can follow. Stopping directly in
front of the cadet, a rush of air blowing past him, Mon-El looks him directly in
the eyes, his own eyes narrowing, and glowing a deep crimson as he reflexively
begins to channel energy into them; A good sign he is quite angry. He mutters
angrily, “What the hell did you just say to me?”
The cadet shrinks back against the wall, shaking like a
leaf, yet Mon-El presses on, and begins to raise his voice, “I am a superior
officer BOY! Perhaps you should be taught a lesson in military etiquette?”
Mon-El punches the wall beside the cadets head in anger, denting the wall with a
groan of metal exceeding its stress tolerance. Regaining his composure, Mon-El
shakes his head at the cadet, and mutters, “Get out of here before I bust you
down to a crewman, and have you scrubbing carbon off the outside of the ship.”
The cadet salutes rather shakily and runs off down the corridor, following his
buddies back to their barracks.
Growling, Mon-El rolls his shoulders and cracks his
neck, trying to unleash a little frustration, yet he fails miserably. Returning
to his trek back to the training area, Mon-El enters the sparring room without
any further “distractions” and begins to call up a rather rigorous training
program using the holographic controls, when he hears someone approach him from
behind. Turning around, his face portraying his irritation, Mon-El is relieved
to see Ydnac, he smiles and shakes his head saying “Ydnac, you sneak, I thought
you were another cadet or young officer wanting to make a smart remark, I was
about to get violent.”
Ydnac quirks a brow, and says, “What’s the matter
Mon-El, you look like you’re about ready to grind iron with your bare teeth.”
Mon-El nods and mutters, “We’re having a problem with a random element.”
Gritting his teeth, Mon-El flexes his muscles involuntarily, and Ydnac nods in
understanding before saying, “She’s still giving you problems eh? Well she’s a
smart one, she has a lot of potential, and it’s up to you to show her.” “Me?”
mutters Mon-El, “I couldn’t care less if I ever saw her again, I apologized to
her for everything, I was civil and I tried to be polite, and she basically spat
in my god damn face.” His anger increasing, Ydnac opens his mouth about to try
to calm him down when a holographic message appears in the air, calling Mon-El
to the bridge.
Cursing under his breath, Mon-El nods to Ydnac, and
makes his way to the bridge, trying to avoid all personnel along the way, yet he
has no such luck. Hushed whispers pass between crewmembers as Mon-El walks by.
Apparently word of his outburst to the cadet has spread around the ship, at
least in part this deck, and this only causes more frustration to leak into his
mind. Seeing as his day grows steadily worse and worse, Mon-El makes no more
attempts to hide his anger or his expression of such, and stalks onto a
teleportation pad, almost shouting the command to transport him to the bridge.
Almost at the point where his eyes begin to glow, Mon-El
literally marches over to where the Admiral sits, surveying the bridge, and
reports his arrival. Looking at a nearby holographic display, the Admiral lazily
turns to look at Mon-El before saying, “I’ve heard you had some excitement today
General, I hope you haven’t caused any, shall we say, trouble??”
smirks evilly at Mon-El, obviously referring to his checkered past, and awaits a
response. Mon-El, growing uncomfortable at the continued talk on this subject,
sighs before saying, “I will write a formal report Admiral and have it
transmitted to you as soon as I return to my quarters.”
The Admiral laughs and says, “I already know what
happened and how General, let’s just try to prevent any further problems in the
future, is that clear??” Mon-El salutes and mutters, “Yes Admiral.” Archangel
nods to him and says, “You are dismissed, and oh by the way, Rika is still your
responsibility, this fact has never changed, I know you have taken her off
active duty, this is a shame, however she is still your charge, and I want you
to make sure she doesn’t cause conflict between the other officers and cadets.
It would seem you two are more alike than you wish to admit.” Grabbing hold of a
nearby railing, Mon-El squeezes it hard enough to leave a negative of his
handprint as he walks by, and leaves the bridge.
It would seem no matter what he does, Rika still seems
to be a bother. What the hell can he do? She is a wild card, unpredictable and
acts negatively towards authority, or at least authority she doesn’t recognize.
It will take a lot of thought to puzzle this one out, but as he tries, he
realizes he really doesn’t give a shit at the moment. She can rot in her
quarters, and Mon-El wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Hopefully this will blow over very
quickly, or Mon-El will do something he will regret, but will find quite
As she slept, the troubles of the
outside world faded and she was secured and safe in her own place of the world,
protected by these walls even if she did feel like a prisoner at times. Her
dreams were even more settled, times much happier, reunions and freedom. But as
things go, all good things must come to an end, and this dream was no exception.
As she moved the strain she'd put on herself the previous night finally hit her
with full painful force and a sudden cramp in her left calf jerked her from her
dreams. She sat straight up as her entire leg locked up and she hissed in a
brath of air. "Damnit.." she seethed as she ran her fingers down the now rock
hard muscle. It wasn't flexed yet felt that it was and then some.
It took several minutes for the muscle to finally give
into her massage and relax, the pain finally ebbing and allowing her to get up
only to have the rest of her body protest in suit. "What'd I do to deserve
this..." she groaned as she hobbled into the bathroom and splashed some cool
water on her face. Drawing up the front of her t shirt she patted her face down
only to wrinkle her nose at the scent of sweat. "Ugh...I'm never falling asleep
without showering again...even if I'm dieing." she said in near disgust before
looking at her face once more in the mirror. She looked rested this time, but
different. It wasn't the scar, that had become a permanent and accepted. There
was something much more drastic but at the same time subtle. Her eyes, those
once vibrant sapphire eyes that sparked with pride and cunning were now dull and
listless, now hiding everything where before so much could be seen in the once
vibrant orbs. It was something that could possibly mark her as a bigger danger
than before because it gave her a bigger edge in unpredictability. However, it
was that unpredictability that made her such an odd asset to the GSF
She really didn't pay too much attention and stood up
straight again, making the short trek to the tub and turned the water on as hot
as she could stand it. She then got her clothes off as quick as she could,
holding her breath as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into her
room. She then turned on the shower and stepped into the steamy water, yelping
slightly at the heat. She then adjusted it to a temperature that she could
handle and stepped under the spray, wetting herself down before turning and
ducking her head beneath the water. Running her fingers through her hair she let
it soak through completely before globing some shampoo into the palm of her hand
and rubbing it into her hair, scrubbing her scalp and inhaling the faint scent
that the soap gave off. After her hair was rinsed she swirled some conditioner
into the same palm and ran it through her hair, making sure it was worked
through before she began the task of soaping down her tender frame.
By the time she was done and rinsed it was time to wash
the conditioner from her hair and as it ran down her back her flesh became slick
and the light shimmered against it through the sheeting water. When she was
cleaned up she wrapped her hair up and turned off the shower though left the
water running. Heating the outflow more she filled the tub with steamy water and
slid into its depths. "This feels so much better..." she sighed. As she looked
around she couldn't help but think just how different things were here compared
to where she'd come from with the GSF. Where was the camaraderie, where was the
light heartedness that made teams flow effortlessly. These components were all
missing. Things were so strict, black and white, cut and dry. Not what she was
use to at all so adjusting was definitely going to be a chore....if she even
survived that long. With a sigh she sank deeper into the water. She knew that
those who knew how she was brought here looked at her differently. She knew that
they looked at her with suspicion and would keep a close eye on her in passing,
even though her Unit had been ripped from her and she literally posed no threat
to them as a whole.
After a time the water began to cool and she let the
water drain before standing up, looking like a semi-cooked lobster. Her skin
held a reddish tint to it but she felt refreshed and most importantly, she felt
relaxed and her muscles were lucid once more. After drying herself she wrapped
herself in a dry towel and walked into her room, flopping onto her bed and
kicking her clothes to the side in a small pile to be dealt with later. When her
hair was dry she walked back into the bathroom and brushed it out, opting to
leave it down this time and dug through her closet for her uniform and changed
into it. She then grabbed the two bracelets from the desk and fastened them
around her wrists before exiting her room. She hadn't looked at the clock so she
didn't know if there were going to be a lot of people out or not. She hoped that
there wouldn't be. She wanted to avoid as much contact as possible with the
members of this ship for the time being until she could figure out just what she
wanted to do.
As she walked down the halls however she could hear
whispering and discussions going on around her. Assuming it was about her she
chose to ignore it until one of the other officers in training approached her.
"Hey, what'd you do to piss off Mon El." he asked.
'I'm sorry?" she asked, stopping in her tracks and
turning to face him. "What are you talking about." she said as she started
walking towards the training sims again, the soon to be officer walking
"Word has it, that some of the cadets were asking about
you, and he dented the wall in a state of fury." he told her
"And that has what to do with me?" she asked as they
passed the wall that now had workers surrounding it so that they could fix the
"Well, he has been put in charge of you hasn't he?"
"Look.." he said as he stepped in front of her, stopped,
and turned to face her. "A lot of us look up to him. He's a hero in this era and
a great man. So if you're giving him undo grief I'd appreciate it if you'd stop
being such a snob and just grow up."
Her brow twitched, but she was determined not to follow
in her charges footsteps, but that didn't mean she was going to let him talk to
her in the way he just had. "You look" she said, her voice holding an icy bite
to it. "His issues are his own. I'm not his mother and if he goes off and has a
tantrum it's because of his own lack of self control. Maybe he should try anger
management." she snapped at him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some training
to do." and with that she stepped to his right and walked past him.
"They're watching you closely you know, waiting for you
to mess up." he called after her in a tone that denoted arrogance.
"Tell me something I don't know." she said in an
uncaring tone without looking back over her shoulder.
Within a few minutes she'd reached the training sims and
walked in. The sim techs were talking about Mon-El’s foul temper and she just
ignored it as she programmed her training. Since she felt comfortable training
in a gravitated area, it was time to try her hand at training in space, since if
she ever got put back on active duty, she'd be patrolling outside most likely,
and she had no idea how to make this thing work in space.
"Training hard?" came a voice behind her.
Caught off guard she turned around and straightened up,
saluting the man behind her. "General Yndac" she squeaked out. "I...really
wasn't expecting to see you."
He chuckled at her state of surprise and shook his head.
"At ease Rika.." Seeing her relax he looked over her shoulder to see what she'd
programmed into her sim. "Training for space already?" he asked, quite surprised
himself that she was taking such a leap so quickly.
Looking over her shoulder she shrugged and nodded. "Yes,
I suppose so." she answered, not that it would make much difference really. But
it would help give her something to occupy her time.
"That's quite a big step for being here and training
with your Alpha Suit for such a short time." he said as he stepped beside her
and added a few things into the sim to see just how good she'd be.
"Well, it's just like an advanced version of my old
Guyver Unit." she said with a shrug of her shoulders "so it was really easy to
get use to using."
"I see." he said with a confident grin upon his face. He
could see that what he had told Mon El about her potential was correct and as
she began her sim he took his leave though he was never really too far, for her
first experience of training in a space like environment was something he
definitely wanted to see.
As her simulation began she found herself floating in
what looked like a vast emptiness, endless in which ever direction she looked.
It was almost like when she'd left the atmosphere of Ayenne. To her right a
comet streaked through the silence and several asteroids seemed to hang in the
stillness. Righting herself she began running through the diagnostics, actually
paying attention to her Suit for once and learning where the boosters were and
how they worked. 'It's just like the pack that Trinity Labs gave
thought as she did some basic moving around to get use to the sensations and
readings. It took about an hour before she was comfortable enough with her
movements that she began working with more advanced movements and what better
way to do it than by jumping between asteroids. 'Heh, this is kinda fun.' she
thought as she hoped from one floating hunk of rock to the next.
It couldn't have been more than a few minutes before she
heard her sensors going off that something was approaching in the distance.
Though it was only one thing approaching, she was still cautious given the new
environment she was training in. Settling upon a nearby asteroid she read over
the details that were coming from the scan though she really didn't pay too much
attention to the advisable actions she was being given. This was where she did
her own thing entirely. She'd come up with an easy enough plan to dispatch of
her little pest until her sensors alerted her to a mini army of drones behind
the lone drone that she'd first seen. "Should be fuuuuun..." she said, her eyes
blinking several times. "I must thank General Yndac for his little present
afterwards." she added as she began manipulating her armor. Spiles shot from the
bottom of her boots, sinking sturdily into the rock and as she crouched down
some she activated her boosters which sent her rocketing forward. Acceleration
was slow at first given that she was now rooted to a large rock, but once she
got going she soon reached a good clip of speed.
"Hey, this is kinda fun." she grinned. With a slight
shift of her muscles she was soon moving from side to side, just as shots were
being fired at her. With a bit of clumsy maneuvering in the beginning she
manages to dodge through the blasts, finally seeing the head of the drones
coming up in front of her. Drawing her knees to her chest she kicked her lower
legs out, feeling the drag that was now created though it didn't slow her down
too much with as fast as she was going. At the proper time she let the spikes
reform to her armor and cut the boosters, her armored form slowing to a stop as
she watched the asteroid collide with the drone, plowing a path through a large
grouping of them. "Sweet!" she exclaimed as she formed two cannon like guns on
her arms and began firing, keeping a small booster going to keep her from
toppling end over end and letting her move from the path of enemy fire, one of
which grazed her right arm. "Fuck.." she muttered as she spun around and popped
off the drone that hit her.
Her battle lasted well over an hour with Yndac checking
in on her periodically to check her progress. Being a Guyver had definitely
given her an edge that not many others had. She was as quick a learner as Mon El
it seemed. By the time the last drone was disposed of she could see that her
power cells had gone down considerably since it was also combined with the
maneuvers she had done earlier and soon the sim was over and she stepped from
the platform as she was returned only to see General Yndac standing in front of
her, smiling rather broadly. "That was underhanded General." she said with a
Yndac only chuckled as he always did and clasped a heavy
hand on her shoulder. "I had to see just how good you were and how well of an
asset you would be to the alliance."
She slowly shrugged off his hand from her shoulder and
looked up at him. "Begging your pardon Sir, but nothing's written in stone about
my staying. I see how people look at me, and don't think I don't know about the
whispers of distrust that go on. I'm sorry, but if GuyverWarrior manages to find
me, I'm going with him. This isn't my world." Before he could reply, she'd
saluted him and headed back to her room, the area where she'd been nicked
tingling slightly. It was definitely an interesting session, and one she would
most likely have to repeat several times to become more proficient at it. On her
way back to t he Officers Quarters she stopped by the mess for a small bite to
eat and something to drink. From the looks of things, it was about time for a
shift change...which meant more people and she knew she wouldn't make it back in
enough time to miss them. Instead, she settled for an out of the way table near
a window overlooking the star spotted darkness.
Returning once more to the training
room, Mon-El succeeds this time in avoiding any personal conflict with any
passersby. It could be the fact that every muscle in his body is tensed as if he
is ready to strike out, or it could be because his eyes glow crimson,
irregardless it is everything the other crewmembers and officers of the
Worthington can do to avoid Mon-El completely. Taking a small amount of
satisfaction from the fact that everyone now knows his limits, and is smart
enough not to press him further, Mon-El enters the room to find Ydnac resetting
Mon-El doesn’t approach him, he merely waits to be
acknowledged, and while he does so, he stretches in preparation for a simulation
of his choosing. He has a rather dire need to unleash some of his pent up fury,
otherwise he himself with be thrown off the ship for what he fears will be
increasingly inappropriate behavior. It took all of his willpower not to crush
that young cadets head for mouthing off at him like that, and were this the old
Guyver Strike Force days, he most certainly would have. Mon-El knows that he
doesn’t fit into this place; there is too much conformity, too many rules. It
was why he aided Aureus.
Shaking his head clear of everything except his
aggression, Mon-El clears his throat loud enough so as to be heard by Ydnac, who
looks up in Mon-El’s direction and smirks. He laughs before saying, “I heard you
had a confrontation with a cadet, in fact he was in here right before you met
him in the hallway. All this over that girl, I’m surprised you’re letting her
get to you after everything you’ve been through.” Mon-El narrows his eyes at
Ydnac as a response, and crosses his arms over his chest. Ydnac frowns and says,
“I crossed the line, I’m sorry, and I’m just not used to seeing you like this.
If you were to look at it from my perspective Mon-El, you would find it amusing
Mon-El pauses, and ponders this before replying, “It
doesn’t seem to fit Ydnac, and you couldn’t be in the position I am in. I find
no humor in this situation at all. So here is what I suggest. You set up a
simulation, whatever locale you want, and you will fight me. Oh and make sure
the safety protocols are disengaged; I want you fighting at your fullest
potential.” Ydnac quirks a brow wondering why Mon-El has made such a request of
him, yet he shrugs as he closes his eyes, his mind connecting to the main
computer in the training room, and programming the simulation faster than the
blink of an eye.
The room shimmers and disappears to be replaced by outer
space. Mon-El stands upon the outer hull of the
and Ydnac floats listlessly in space a couple hundred feet away. His view
obstructed by the Worthington in all directions except up, Mon-El looks to Ydnac
and smiles nodding his head. Ydnac nods back and says, “You do remember that I
possess the knowledge and skills of every person I have data on, right Mon-El?
When in a simulation I can use any power or ability I wish.” Mon-El laughs and
responds by saying, “Do your worst Ydnac, I have been looking forward to this.”
Baring his teeth in a smile that could have hidden
sarcasm, Ydnac flies directly towards Mon-El, his arms outstretched, attempting
to ram him with both fists and drive him deep into the
hull. In less time than it takes to blink an eye, Mon-El uses his power of
flight to “sidestep” out of the way, and watches Ydnac impact against the ship,
creating a hole the width of his torso, which causes the atmosphere inside the
ship to vent out into space. Picking himself up out of the hole, brushing
fragments of metal off of himself, only to watch them drift away into space
lazily, Ydnac smiles to Mon-El, knowing full well the attack wouldn’t work. In
fact he was counting on it.
The best strategist always made a move that caused his
opponent to underestimate him, and then he struck with full force. Ydnac tenses
his body as if to move towards Mon-El, which prompts him to guard his front, and
then Ydnac flies towards Mon-El with such speed that he can barely be seen, in
fact it would almost seem he was in one spot one moment and then in another the
next. Knowing Mon-El guards his front, Ydnac comes in from the side, and catches
him by surprise. Ydnac throws a full strength punch, which connects with
Mon-El’s jaw and sends him hurtling into a spire. The force of the punch much
greater than any Alpha suit could hope to attain, sends Mon-El hurtling through
the spire and out the other side, impacting against the hull of the ship,
gouging a path into the metal.
Rubbing his jaw with one hand, Mon-El uses his momentum
to his advantage, and does a back flip to land in a three-point stance. It would
seem Mon-El still possesses the failings of any other normal man, yet one would
wonder why he hasn’t learned a lesson after all of this time. Rising to his
feet, Mon-El doesn’t waste time, and fires an optical beam from his eyes towards
Ydnac’s chest, who in turn pivots to avoid the blow, which prompts Mon-El to fly
towards Ydnac at high speed as he himself once did. Throwing a punch, which
should have clobbered Ydnac upside the head, Mon-El is surprised to see him turn
around just in time to catch the punch in an out-stretched hand. Mon-El’s eyes
grow wide as Ydnac snaps a kick out to connect with his midsection, causing him
to stumble backwards a few steps.
Regaining his composure, Mon-El stands up straight and
motions for Ydnac to make his move. Ydnac approaches and begins to hurl various
punches and kicks, perfectly executed, at different vital points on Mon-El’s
body. Mon-El deftly blocks most of the attacks aimed at his person, and forces
Ydnac off-balance by deflecting a punch aimed for his throat, using his momentum
against him. Seizing his chance, Mon-El lowers his right hand to his waist, and
tightening his hand into a fist delivers a devastating uppercut to Ydnac that
sends him soaring out into open space, flipping end over end. His holographic
matrix fluctuates slightly from the force of the blow, yet his systems stabilize
and he slows his motion and rights himself to float once more.
Nodding in approval, Ydnac decides to use Mon-El’s
tactics against him, and fires an optical beam of his own, but Mon-El merely
swats the beam out of the air with a hand, deflecting the shot into the hull of
Worthington, which heats up the metal
until it almost glows white. Mon-El and Ydnac then both fire their beams at each
other at the same time, both beams colliding and wavering slightly as each beam
tries to overcome the other. It would seem the battle at this point is a
stalemate, however both of the combatants have plenty of tricks up their
During the battle, technicians record the event, as is
standard procedure and tell their fellow officers of the simulation that is
currently taking place. Soon after a crowd begins to form in the technicians
booth until the crowd grows too large to accommodate the small room. The
spectators are ushered to the mess hall, where a hologram of the simulation is
run where everyone can see. Between various attacks, Mon-El shouts at Ydnac,
telling him not to talk about the problem again, and that he will address it
when he feels it is the right time. Ydnac shrugs at him and tells him about the
“girls” progress, and how she performed a space simulation earlier on that day.
The only causes Mon-El to fight with more fervor,
delivering multiple blows to the body of Ydnac, sending him careening into the
hull of the
Worthington as Mon-El once had been.
The battle continues in this fashion for quite a long while, without any signs
of it ending soon, and so various officers and crew members depart for duty
shifts, or to rest for the next one to come, all of them asking the technicians
for a copy of the battle.
As she sat there picking at her food
she saw a strangely large group heading in the direction of the training sims
and she quirked a brow. She assumed that perhaps a test or something was going
on and dismissed it, returning her attention to her half eaten food. She thought
back on the sim she'd just completed and propped her cheek against the curled
knuckles of her left hand. It was definitely fun, and there seemed to be more
that she could do, but even so, there were drawbacks and limitations, such as
firing a gun that would flip her end over end and make her motion sick. To this
thought she made a sour face and shook her head, sitting up and taking a sip
from her glass. It was then that she saw a larger crowd being ushered into the
mess and she sighed and shrank back as far as she could to avoid as much contact
as she could with those who knew of her presence upon this ship.
All around her there was excited commotion and heated
talks about what was going on in the simulator. 'Must be impressive whatever it
is.' she thought as she took another bite of food. No sooner had the thought
left her mind, a holographic screen appeared and she got her first glimpse of
what everyone seemed so excited about. 'General Yndac and Mon El?' This was
definitely something that appeared talk worthy and she assumed that such an
intense battle was either rare or completely unheard of. Propping her chin in
her left hand she gave in to curiosity and watched just as Mon El sent Yndac
flying and spat off something about a problem and him dealing with it when he
pleased. 'Wonder if he's talking about the confrontation in the hall..' she
thought. She was soon to get her answer as Yndac retaliated with a volley of
attacks of his own. He went on to tell Mon El about her progress, and of her
first space sim and she grimaced instantly, knowing now that it was her that
they were discussing. But the mere mention of her name seemed to set Mon El off
and she watched as Yndac was thrown into the side of the ship for the mere
mention of her or her progress.
This hit her harder than she thought it would and she
sat in silence watching the never-ending battle. Time was again lost until she
saw that most of the group was disbursing and realized that shift changes were
now happening. Pushing to her feet, she no longer wished to be out in the open
and exited the mess. She stopped long enough to ask one of the techs for a copy
of the session when it was over and then walked back to her room. She didn't
bother telling him that she wanted to see if anything else was discussed about
her, but it seemed that her choice in actions was becoming increasingly clear.
As an outcast she knew she was not welcomed on this ship and leaving now became
the forethought of things to do. Reaching her room relatively unnoticed she sat
heavily upon her bed and leaned forward with her arms draped over her knees,
eyes fixated upon the floor. Could she really leave and not get caught? There
was really only one way to find out, and that was to try.
And that's just what she was going to do. Pushing back
to her feet she pulled her bracelets off long enough to rub her wrists then
exited her room again while she refastened them. Finding a group that was
heading for the air locks she just followed them, blending in as best she could.
She stayed out of the way and unnoticed, activating her suit with the rest of
them before depressurization occurred and the door from the air lock was opened.
She waited for everyone to file out, following behind the last man out then
diverted off and just floated around. As she looked around she knew that actual
space was much more different than the sim had made it out to be. For one, it
was much colder and she shivered a bit as she got use to such a drastic
temperature change. She did though, find a piece of the asteroid she'd come
through the worm hole on and took a seat on it, floating silently alongside the
She listened to everything going on around her, reports
being given, communications transmitted, findings, lack of findings. It was
complex and simple at the same time and still she went happily unnoticed, which
was just what she wanted. Letting her mind wander, the voices coming through her
com system seemed to jumble together into a murmur. Her head shifted every few
seconds as her gaze sought through the vast emptiness. Could he really be here?
she wondered, 'searching for me.' Though it was highly unlikely, she held out
hope that they would find each other again. He'd managed to boost with the
others so his chance of survival was extremely high, but she wondered if he held
out hope of her being alive. All of the other Standard Guyver Units had either
mutated or were killed by the time she'd been able to leave. But even if he did
find her, would he still accept her as the Kashii Guyver. That, was the thought
that plagued her mind the most. There was only one way to find out though, and
that would be to find him. And if she could get by this unnoticed, getting out
would be much easier than she thought. For now though, she was content in just
watching things unfold before her.
Floating in space facing Ydnac,
Mon-El rolls his right shoulder, having once again landed rather hard on the
Worthington’s surface, he tries to work out the kinks before his opponent can
utilize his momentary weakness to his advantage. He is smart, very smart but
Mon-El doesn’t lack in combat prowess. Up to this point, they have been on equal
footing, however Mon-El is a living breathing person, whereas Ydnac is a
computer-generated hologram. Despite his super-human stamina, Mon-El will
eventually tire, and then he will have lost, so he either has to fight smarter
and more efficiently as Ydnac does, or give up.
Ydnac chooses this moment to attack, while his opponent
is on unsure footing, attempting to retain his strategic advantage, however
Mon-El chooses to fight defensively hoping to find an opening to exploit. Ydnac
sends a round-house kick towards Mon-El’s head, but Mon-El flies up and over
him, avoiding the kick, and throws one of his own, hitting him on the right
shoulder blade, sending them both flying off in different directions. Landing on
Worthington of his own volition,
Mon-El looks up only to see Ydnac flying towards him again, firing an optical
beam and drawing back his right fist.
Laughing, Mon-El ignores the energy attack, which hits
him in the chest and burns holes through his containment suit; This throws Ydnac
off guard momentarily, and right before he connects with his punch he hesitates,
giving Mon-El enough time to grab his outstretched arm, and hammer-throw him
into the side of the ship. His matrix fluctuates yet again from the sheer force
Mon-El exerts upon him, yet he maintains cohesiveness and continues the battle.
Chuckling at himself Ydnac acknowledges Mon-El’s skills, yet refuses to give up,
and slowly rises to his feet, giving Mon-El another opportunity to attack.
Mon-El complies, seeing an opening, and rushes in to
deliver yet another crushing attack but Ydnac has prepared for this. Wanting
Mon-El to come as close as possible before he responds, Ydnac begins ticking off
nanoseconds in his mind, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Mon-El’s
eyes burn with a passion he hadn’t felt in quite a long time, and right before
he can deliver a punishing overhead hammer blow with both hands, Ydnac executes
a “meta-burn,” a tactic often used by Warrior class guyver units and higher. A
red sphere of energy begins to extend outwards from his form accompanied by an
explosive force tearing an ever-expanding hole in the hull of the
Mon-El, caught off guard, hits the sphere with
full-force, only able to raise his arms to protect his face; the explosive
energy playing over his torso tearing off the upper half of his containment
suit, exposing his flesh to the rigors of outer-space. He is blown back to land
in the hole Ydnac had previously made, and rights himself only to see an optical
beam heading straight for him; raising his hand in a flash, Mon-El deflects the
beam with his palm and growls in irritation. Ydnac is smart indeed, no wonder he
is in charge of training the troops, if they could fight half as good as he can
they might be able to win this war.
Grabbing a portion of the hull plating, his fingers
piercing the metal, Mon-El exerts his full force and begins to tear a section of
the ship off. His feet denting the ship from the pressure he is applying to it,
Mon-El begins to slowly stand, his muscles bulging and rippling from the sheer
effort involved, until he stands holding a square section of the hull 20 feet
wide, 20 feet long and 1 foot thick. Hoping to blind Mon-El temporarily, Ydnac
fires his optical beam yet again at his eyes, but Mon-El counters by interposing
the piece of the
Worthington in front of him; the
section of hull plating glowing a bright red, Mon-El charges Ydnac, who’s only
option at this time is defense.
Running would do him no good, since Mon-El is as fast as
him, maybe even faster, a meta-burn wouldn’t stop him this time either, and as
he tries to come up with a way to counteract Mon-El’s attack, he seems to
disappear from view. Ydnac looks around worriedly until he hears Mon-El say,
“Here I am Ydnac!!” he then turns to see the hull plating being swung at him at
full force, and can only brace for impact. The collision hurls Ydnac away with
enough might to crash through the doors of the training room, and amidst a
shower of wreckage and shouting technicians, Mon-El strolls out, his containment
suit ruined, to aide Ydnac in extricating himself from the mess he is in.
Ydnac stands, cables and rubble covering him and clasps
Mon-El on the shoulder saying, “It’s about time you beat me.” Smiling proudly,
he continues, “I await for the day when your prodigy can do the same.” Mon-El
scowls at Ydnac before saying, “She is not my prodigy Ydnac, she is
GuyverWarrior’s, or couldn’t you figure that out? She is fixated on him; he is
all she talks about. Every time I try to help, she rubs him in my face. She
refuses to accept her reality as it stands, preferring instead to fight against
it and cause grief for all those around her. It is why I refuse to speak to her
until she realizes this.”
With that Mon-El stalks away heading to his quarters so
he can clean up and put on a new containment suit. Ydnac shouts to him, “She is
out there, right now Mon-El, in space hoping and looking. She forgot to realize
her Alpha suit is tied into the main computer.” Mon-El raises a hand and waves
to Ydnac as he walks away, not paying attention to what he has to say. Smirking
at Mon-El’s back, Ydnac closes his eyes and sends a message to the team nearest
Rika. They are to tell her in person that Ydnac wants to talk to her, instead of
him sending a message to her. He wants her to feel as if they don’t know where
she is for just a little bit longer.
It was true, she had forgotten that
her Alpha Suit was tied into the main computer, and if she had realized it she
would have contemplated the trouble she would probably find herself in once she
was figured out. For the time being though, she didn't care. She was outside,
away from Mon El, alone, unnoticed, and she was learning. Well, that's how she
saw it anyway. What better way to learn, she'd finally reasoned with herself.
Watching what she could possibly be doing in the future. She watched the
different weapons being formed for asteroid removal, and as they were formed she
would mimic them, forming them with her own Suit or adapting her own
modifications to them. This was definitely a lot better than having to suffer
through the crap she received from Mon El, or being shut away in her room for
hours on end, running or training in the sims.
The hiss of escaping air from her suit drew her
attention and she watched as the moisture formed a fine layer of crystallized
frost over and around the vents. This soon held her attention as she traced her
right index finger through it, gathering a small mass upon her finger pad and
bringing it in front of her face. She watched the faint sparkle as the crystals
caught the faint light of distant stars and even the light given off by the
Worthington. She then ran the pad of
her thumb over her finger, scuffing off the gathering of crystals, watching them
as they floated away before returning her attention to the various crews that
were working around her. It wasn't long though before she heard one of her
sensors going off, alerting her that she was being approached. Turning her head
she saw one of the workers approaching her and she heaved a heavy sigh, her
shoulders slumping now that she'd been caught.
"General Yndac would like to see you in the simulation
room." came the voice over her com link. He didn't seem upset that she was out
there with them, or if he was, he was hiding it really well.
Disappointed, she nodded, waved her thanks to him, and
pushed off her perch, floating back to the air lock where she'd exited from
before. Once things were depressurized she allowed her Alpha Suit to return to
the bracelets around her wrists, leaving her in the informal uniform she was
wearing. Frowning some she gave another sigh, her cheeks puffing out some as she
shuffled her way towards the training area, her gaze fixated upon the floor
nearly the entire time. She was sure she was in for it now and as she entered
the training area she straightened up only to see the techs finishing the
repairs on the General. 'Wow....he really took a whollop.' she thought.
One of the lab techs caught sight of her and told her
that a copy of the fight had been sent to her room and she nodded before
returning her attention back to Yndac and giving a salute. "You...wanted to see
me?" she asked, unsure of what was to happen next.
Supervising the repairs of the
training room, Ydnac looks up from a pile of debris to find Rika striding into
the room. Telling the techs to continue with what they were doing, Ydnac strides
over to Rika and stops directly in front of her. She doesn’t salute, since she
is off-duty and mutters, “You… wanted to see me??” Ydnac nods to her and pulls
her into a separate room where they can talk without anyone hearing. “Yes Rika,
I think we have a few things to discuss, well it would have been better if
Mon-El could have talked to you, but given the circumstances we experienced
today just brushing the subject, I didn’t think it was wise.”
He chuckles before continuing, “Before Mon-El erupted in
righteous fury, and almost obliterated the training room in the process, he
mentioned the talk you and he had, where he tried as hard as he could to be
nice, and you shot him out of the air. I must say I honestly didn’t believe he
was serious in the beginning, but he just shot me one of his dead serious looks
and that was that. To think, Mon-El apologizing without it being forced upon
him, I think it’s quite amazing.” Rika’s eyes widen and she almost lets out a
laugh before stopping herself, and says, “Why is it so hard to believe he would
do that? It’s common courtesy isn’t it?”
Ydnac shakes his head sadly and replies, “Well Rika, you
have to understand, Mon-El has been at war with one thing or another his entire
life, and let’s not forget how long he has been around. I’ve never seen a
soldier use manners when trash-talking an enemy, in fact I am quite sure you
know the opposite is true, and when you do that long enough, you start to get
used to acting like it, even when you aren’t fighting at the time. Mon-El is a
soldier’s soldier, tough as nails, and he takes no guff. When he is given an
order, he follows it as if it is his life’s mission. He is also very honorable,
despite his rough exterior.”
Pausing for a moment, allowing Rika to grasp this
information, Ydnac then continues, “You never really gave him a chance Rika, and
now that you’ve been rather harsh on him, it’s only toughening his skin and
making it worse. What happens to someone when they take a punch to the gut?” Not
waiting for an answer he says, “They protect that spot from further attack. This
is what is happening with Mon-El, when he is nice it’s best to be nice back. I’m
not trying to force you to do anything contrary to who you are. If you really
believe in common courtesy, it would be best for all involved if you were to
show some to Mon-El, I’m sure he has shown you some, and that IS contrary to who
Nodding to Rika, he says, “Well I think I have said
enough for now, I hope you have some things to think about, but I am afraid I
have to get back to work.” He salutes her before he lets himself out of the
room, leaving her there alone to ponder on what she has been told. Ydnac
however, has his plate full. He never should have allowed the safety protocols
to be taken offline, now he has to rewire the entire damn training room, he is
fortunate that the systems that regulate his hologram matrix weren’t damaged in
the fight, or he would really be royally screwed.
Meanwhile, Mon-El rests in his quarters, tired for the
first time in ages, it has been a long time since he has been challenged in a
fight like that, but at least he came out on top. The tattered remains of his
containment suit rest on the floor in front of his closet, waiting to be
repaired while Mon-El looks lazily at his Omega suit, he chuckles thankful he
didn’t decide to wear it in the simulation, he would’ve caused more damage than
he did. Wondering how well the repairs are going, Mon-El lays on his bed and
passes out, thinking of his next duty shift.
Rika was worried some when Yndac
pulled her aside so that they could talk and as she walked into the room her
eyes darted about in a quick survey of her surroundings. Finding a place to
settle in she got as comfortable as she could in preparations for the unknown.
When Yndac mentioned why he felt it better to talk to her instead of Mon-El she
knew he was pissed and things just kind of halted for her as she listened. He
told her about the incident that happened in her room, not that she was
surprised. She figured he knew everything that was going on in the ship but when
he said it was amazing for him to willingly apologize she was slightly
"It's not that I wasn't ungrateful for the apology...but
I don't trust him. I mean...he found me floating in space with part of an
asteroid sticking out of my chest, barely conscious. Instead of carrying me
through the halls like a normal person he decides to drag me across the floor,
toss me about like a rag doll, and threaten me that I would be killed if I
boosted. My chest plates were so damaged I couldn't have boosted if I wanted to.
He didn't explain anything to me...and then hauls me off to have my Unit ripped
from my forehead....Just how am I suppose to take that. Do you really know how
frightening that is? And to later find out that he use to be a Guyver....he
could have handled things a little better."
She was visibly upset about what had happened and he
waited until she was done before he explained to her why things had happened the
way they did. "Mon El had his Unit removed in the same fashion that you did,
only his was on less friendlier terms. In a time of war, people are treated
differently, unfairly even and most of what you were told afterwards was not
deemed pertinent for you to know at the time you were found and brought aboard.
Guyvers have been banned for quite some time now, and with you having been one,
you were instantly classified as an enemy, unfair as it may seem. If a guyver is
found and they don't cooperate they are forced into submission. If they
fight....they're destroyed. Mon El was the one who kept you from being killed.
He might be tough on the outside, but he's not that terrible once you get to
Hearing this quashed any further arguments on the topic
and she wished that she'd known that sooner. There were some other things that
she wanted to ask him and he saw that and nodded for her to continue.
"It's...about GuyverWarrior, my old commander. Mon El seems to hate the mention
of his name, and despises the fact that I'm trying to find him. The thing
is...is that GW is the reason I'm alive right now. He saved me from being killed
by bringing me into the GSF. I trained closely under him and fought alongside
him. We horsed around and he put up with my constant attacks to better my
training. Out of the entire GSF he was who I was closest to and I would have
followed him to hell if he'd asked me to."
He offered her a seat and actually frowned when he heard
this. "Mon El and...GW, as you call him, were probably as close of friends as
you and he. However, something happened and he sacrificed part of that
friendship to save his squad and he's lived with that for seven hundred billion
She couldn't even fathom living that long, even as a
Guyver, but things were beginning to make more sense to her and she knew she'd
screwed up on a major level, resting her chin in her hands while he continued
upon what he'd originally started before she'd brought up her concerns and
questions. He told her about the endless wars he's been involved with, one after
another it seemed and after dealing with such harshness it took it's toll by
giving him an irritable disposition and cranky attitude. When he finally
finished his say with her he smiled and motioned towards the door telling her
that he must take his leave to supervise the repairs and that she had much to
think about after their conversation.
She nodded, watching as he left, sitting there for a
moment. She was rarely, if ever, so far away from him and she was terribly
insecure and frightened. So she did what she was known for, being a hard ass,
and fight with everyone. Pushing to her feet she silently made her way back to
her room sitting heavily on the foot of her bed after finding the copy of the
fight that she'd asked for. Fast forwarding through most of it she reached the
part that had shown up when people were ushered into the mess and she got a
close up view at just how pissed and enraged Mon El was at the mere mention of
her presence. This really made her want to leave, but she bit it back and
continued watching. His anger game him an edge she rarely saw before in a fight
and she shuddered at the thought of what he could have done to her if he
wanted....and she was sure he wanted to.
She felt so sorry for Yndac and what he'd had to go
through because of her. After a while things were coming to an end and she saw
Yndacs swan dive through the wall of the training room and she went wide eyed.
What hit her though was what Yndac told Mon El as he was leaving and how he
replied. She just wanted to curl up somewhere and not come out for a while.
Though she still didn't understand his reasoning, she did owe him an apology,
and she wanted to clear things up between them. So, sucking up her pride, she
pushed to her feet and walked out of her room, heading through the silent halls
until she reached his room. She stood there for several minutes trying to find
her voice, her hand resting over the buzzer but she quickly drew it away. This,
was a vulnerable time for her, it that was a side of her she vowed never to
show, so the flat of her palm rested against the wall above it and with her head
lowered and staring at the floor she spoke.
"I don't know if you're awake, or even there, but if you
are and you can hear me I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be such
a brat, but...you never took the time to ask why certain things were as
important to me as they are, or understand that the way you treated me since the
time you found me was frightening to say the least. I'm not expecting you to
understand or even accept this...so...I guess I'll see you around the ship some
time..." she said after a brief pause. She then straightened up again and turned
to head back to her room feeling emotionally drained now. On the way to her room
she wondered why apologizing had to be so taxing.
She attributed it though to the fact that so much had
gone on and she'd been apprehensive throughout most of the day and the conflict
that had been brewing between herself and Mon El since she'd first step foot
upon the decks of this ship. There was no need to dwell on it now. She'd
apologized and put her cards on the table. Things were now for him to do as he
pleased...though she was glad that he hadn't woken up...or wasn't there. The
last thing she wanted him to see of her was her vulnerability. She cringed at
the thought and pressed the button to allow her into her room. With a heavy sigh
she just flopped down onto her bed, clothes and all and just curled up into a
ball to fall asleep.
Still sleeping in his quarters,
Mon-El is unaware that Rika had visited and that she wanted to talk. She did not
hit the door panel, which would have sounded a tone in his quarters, announcing
her presence outside waiting to enter, because she did not quite feel
comfortable yet expressing how she felt or why; Thankfully it is safer this way,
since Mon-El’s first reaction to being woken up by Rika would have been to
succumb to his anger and to take it out on her. This would have caused the rift
already existing between Mon-El and Rika to widen, while he has been trying to
Mon-El sleeps through the entire night, and awakes
feeling groggy. Even though he slept, he doesn’t feel quite rested; there is
something nagging at him from the back of his mind, and it was this that
prevented him from resting completely. Pushing the feeling away, Mon-El gets up
and goes to refresh himself, and when he is cleaned up a little, he puts on a
new containment suit, kicking the damaged one to the side, and goes off to meet
with Ydnac. Arriving at the training room without any problems, it appears as
though the crew act differently towards him, a combination of fear and respect.
Mon-El however doesn’t let this go to his head, and salutes those who make eye
contact, and greets those who don’t.
Shaking his head, Mon-El enters to see Ydnac talking to
a few technicians who stop in mid-sentence upon seeing him. Ydnac dismisses them
and walks over to him, and says, “Well it seems you are no worse for the wear.
That is good news, the bad news is I have a few ground rules for you Mon-El.
Safety protocols will always remain active on this ship, or any other for that
matter, and you are to tone down your strength during training unless the
opponent you are fighting is extraordinarily strong. Seeing as this won’t happen
again, you know the drill. These came straight from the Admiral. Personally, I
think you fought spectacularly, and would like to have the opportunity to fight
you again, but as it stands now, it’s not going to happen.”
Ydnac grumbles something under his breath about the
“bloody admiral,” but it is lost due to the whine of a few machines that are
finishing their work. He then ushers Mon-El into an adjacent room, where there
is more quiet and says, “I talked to Rika on your behalf” and before Ydnac can
explain himself further Mon-El’s eyes go wide and he half-shouts, “You did
WHAT?!?!?” Ydnac raises both of his hands defensively and says hurriedly “Calm
down Mon-El, it had to be done, the situation was only growing worse by the day,
and I didn’t want to see two of my friends put into the brig, or worse, put off
the ship. You have to look at it from my point of view, I did what I thought was
Mon-El narrows his eyes at hearing this, yet he calms
himself, knowing full well what Ydnac means. Crossing his arms, he sighs and
says, “Alright then Ydnac, what exactly did you say?” Seeming to be on the point
of exasperation, Mon-El listens only because it was Ydnac who is doing this,
there are only a few select people he would allow to meddle in such a way.”
Ydnac smiles and says, “I explained to her a few things about you, and answered
a few of her questions, and thankfully it took the edge off, in fact she almost
seemed apologetic when I left to supervise the techs repairing -my- training
room.” Mon-El smirks and clasps Ydnac on the shoulder saying, “Yeah sorry about
that, but you hit a nerve or two, and well, you know what happens when someone
does that, in fact you now know first hand.”
The both of them share a laugh before Mon-El says, “I
have to report for duty, but we’ll talk again later. I’m still not sure about
Rika quite yet, but we’ll see what happens.” The both of them salute, and go
their separate ways, Ydnac back into the main training room, and Mon-El to the
cargo bay. Donning his Omega suit, Mon-El slips out of an airlock and goes about
his duties, wondering what Rika will decide to do.
Her sleep was strangely restful
though she didn't dream much if at all so when she woke up she was oddly happy,
especially after being able to express her concerns to Yndac about the few days
she'd been here. She even felt better after apologizing to Mon El, even if he
didn't hear her. She just wished that he would have tried to understand where
she was coming from and why she felt the way she did before flying off the
handle at her. But it was all behind her, delt with and it was time to start
looking at things with a more positive outlook. As she got up though, she
realized that perhaps she shouldn't have slept curled up so tightly because as
she straightened her back she felt it pull and strain with her movements. She
wrinkled her nose some and ran her fingers over the small of her back, working
out the tension before she walked over to her desk where she kept her bracelets.
She looked up at the picture she'd put there the night
before and smiled. "I know you guys are watching over me...where ever you are.
I'm going to make things work so I can find you again." she promised. She then
walked into the bathroom to clean up, running a brush through her hair, teasing
her bangs so that they covered the corners of her eyes. She then walked back
into her room and changed her uniform. As she slid her shoes on she rested her
arms on her knees and looked down at her feet. "Wonder what I'm going to do
today." she mused. She figured that the training area was still off limits for
repairs and she didn't know if she wanted to go back outside or not for fear of
running into Mon El...and as far as she was aware of, he was still extremely
pissed off. Shrugging helplessly she decided not to let it bother her and she
headed out, looking more like an officer of the
than she had since the day everyone laid first eye on her.
"First things first though...." she said as she rested
the flat of her right palm over her stomach, feeling it rumble. "time for some
breakfast." she said with a nod. As she entered the mess though she heard a
couple of the security officers talking about Mon El and she stopped briefly,
listening to what was going on, though to all who saw her it simply looked like
she was deciding what to eat. Apparently, Mon El was in a pretty good mood and
was even seen....smiling and laughing??? 'The world has to be ending..' she
thought with a smirk before moving in line to get her food. She then headed off
to an empty table, eating in silence as she watched people go about their day.
For some reason, things just had a lighter atmosphere and it was the most
welcomed she'd felt in days. About half an hour later she finished her food and
took care of her tray, deciding to head down to the training room to see how
things were going with the repairs.
When she entered, things were being cleaned up and Yndac
looked like he was running diagnostics on things. "It cleans up pretty nice."
she said with a grin, her hands clasped behind her. Since she was still off duty
she simply bowed her head as he turned around.
"The repairs are finally finished and ready to be used
again." he said as he approached her.
She just grinned and lifted her right hand, curling all
but her index finger into her palm and shook it lightly from side to side. "I'm
not going to be the first guinea pig." she said before having a small giggle
He just looked down at her with a blank expression
before her ruffed her hair some, chuckling himself as he saw her tuck her head
down and shift her gaze up to watch his hand. "It's perfectly safe I assure you.
And to prove it, I'll join you in a simulation of your choosing."
She straightened back up and attempted to fix her hair
and stared up at him. "Thanks." she replied, still smiling. "..but I was going
to go back outside and watch everyone." she said with a quick glance over her
shoulder before glancing back up at him. "But, I will take you up on it later on
though." She was glad she had someone that she felt this comfortable with.
He nodded and she watched as he went back to his duties
and she headed down the hall once more, looking to see what all was going on,
paying attention to the details around her until she reached the air lock she'd
gone out of the other day. Using her bracelets she reformed her Alpha Suit and
stepped in, feeling the depressurization as she began to float off the floor.
She then heard the hiss of the door as it opened and she headed out, happy to
see that her asteroid was still there. So she settled back down onto it and
swung her legs back and forth idly, her keen sapphire gaze watching everything
that went on around her, mimicking what she saw and just taking whatever mental
notes she could as to their duties. She still thought it was too stale though,
cold and lacking in excitement, spice and just overall fun. She'd change it if
she could, at least things she was involved with...until they got sick of her.
The thought made her laugh to herself and she fell onto her back, tilting her
head back as far as it would go as she watched the group behind her.
Mon-El floats in space, issuing
orders to various officers as they practice combat drills in a real zero-g
environment. His Omega suit gleams against the starry backdrop as he directs
officers to move squads in formation to different waypoints, and at each one
they are instructed to perform different tasks, switching to different
formations, falling back and regrouping etc. Surveying the troops, Mon-El
notices that one is off alone somewhere, not moving, or barely moving at all.
Curious as to why the officer isn’t with the others, Mon-El signals to the squad
leader to take over for now while he goes to check it out.
The call sign the Alpha suit is transmitting is one he
isn’t familiar with, but there is something about it that he can’t shake out of
his mind. Enhancing his vision with the heads up display of the Omega suit
(Ignoring the fact he himself has telescopic vision), Mon-El sees the officer,
sitting comfortably on a small asteroid. It would appear that he or she is
looking around at the other troops, and is mimicking what they are doing.
Pondering to himself, Mon-El messages Ydnac, who is currently still in the
training room; Ydnac hears his name, and turns from the console he sits at to
see a Hologram of Mon-El in his Omega suit floating in space.
Ydnac smiles and says, “Hello Mon-El, is there something
I can do for you? Is one of the officers having trouble with his Alpha suit?”
Mon-El shakes his head and says, “No Ydnac, it’s nothing like that, I am just
checking in to see if you sent someone out to watch over the officers, or for
some other reason that doesn’t make any sense.” Ydnac quirks a brow and says,
“No I didn’t send anyone out, why do you ask?” Mon-El inclines his head and
says, “Well there is someone out here, in an Alpha suit, with a call sign I do
not recognize, and this officer is watching the others. I figured I’d ask you
before I sent a request for identity over the communications network.”
Ydnac then remembers what Rika told him, about her going
outside to watch the others, and he stammers as he tries to tell Mon-El in such
a way so as not to set him off, “I .. err uhh.. That is to say.. hmm..” Mon-El
shakes his head and says, “Spit it out man, quit beating around the bush!” Ydnac
sighs and mutters, “It’s Rika, she came to see me after you went for your duty
shift, and she told me she was going out to watch the others perform their
duties.” Mon-El turns his head to the side slightly upon hearing this, not
knowing how to take this information yet he looks back to Ydnac and says,
“Alright, I’ll just go check on her and see how she is doing.” Ydnac shakes his
head, and ends the transmission, hoping Mon-El doesn’t do anything rash; on
second thought he hopes Rika doesn’t get angry that he told Mon-El she went
outside the ship, her wrath would be far worse to bear than Mon-El’s.
Mon-El, severing the connection with the communications
network, engages the stealth systems on his Omega suit with a thought and
approaches Rika’s location. It would seem, as he hovers 20 feet from her, that
she mimics what the other officers are doing, almost as if she is trying to
learn on her own, without any help. This intrigues Mon-El, making him curious as
to her motives. Watching her for a short time, Mon-El receives a message from
the squad leader he left in charge, and asks for an update on his orders. Mon-El
replies saying he will return to continue the drill, as he has located the
errant officer and approved his/her business.
Returning to the others, and deactivating his stealth
systems, he leaves Rika to her business, and informs the squad leader of Rika
and how she mimics the other troops, and grinning he nods to Mon-El before
returning to the troops and going through a few more drills before returning to
the ship. Mon-El commends them all on a job well done, and pauses before
entering himself, takes one last look at Rika; He shakes his head before
entering the ship and writing his formal report to the admiral.
Perched upon her asteroid she
continued watching the drills that went on around her, studying them with
intense interest. Though she heard the conversations that were going on, she
really didn't pay them too much attention, but instead focused on the groups
movements and practice of battle tactics. Though she didn't practice their
movements, she committed as many of them to memory as she could, though as a
Guyver, they had more or less done their own thing. She saw formations as making
one a better target. She instead focused on weaponry, battle stances, and
defense. Lifting her left arm up she imagined a form of shield and as soon as
the image entered her mind her armor formed it. With her arm raised she then
formed a mid sized gun along her right arm and pretended to fire as soon as she
lowered her left arm.
She was engrossed to the point that she almost missed a
strange feeling shooting its way up her spine, the feeling that she was being
watched. Oh how she wished she still had the optical sensors of her old Kashii
Unit, especially since nothing was showing up on her scanners. 'Well...why not.'
she thought as she closed her eyes. Her helmet suddenly began to shift and mold
around her head and if sound could be held through the vastness of space there
would be a low hum as for small orbs began sliding through formed grooves. She
then drew her arms close to her sides, bending them and sending out the plasma
High Frequency Blades that she'd used during one of her first training
simulations with her Alpha Suit. Still, even as the small sensory orbs brought
up on her display what was found, there was nothing shown of something, or
someone watching her.
Soon enough though, it was gone, and she allowed the
helmet of her Suit to return back to how it was and looked behind her, again,
seeing nothing, but she kept the radiating blades emerged from the joints of her
elbows. How it unnerved her being watched by an unseen presence and by the time
she'd finally gotten over it she realized she was alone...very alone. Jerking
her head from side to side she realized that the shift had ended and everyone
that she could see had gone back to the ship. A chill raced up her spine, making
the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and after pushing from the
surface of the asteroid she made her way to the air lock. Once back on the ship
she was grateful for the warmth that wrapped around her and she headed down the
halls to the training room to talk to Yndac about what she felt while she was
On her way there she ran across various people and
nodded to them, but not really paying attention to much. She was just a bit off
from what happened and as she entered the training room she saw General Yndac
setting up some programs for a group of cadets. Seeing that he was busy she
remained by the door and leaned against the wall, watching as the group entered
their sim and began practicing whatever it was that they were working on. He
then went about with the final checks to assure that things were in fact one
hundred percent and when he was satisfied that they were he turned to tend to
something else only to see Rika resting against the wall. "Did you have a good
time outside the ship?" he asked.
Pushing from the wall she saluted him, out of courtesy
and shook her head. "It was alright. I watched them do some battle tactics,
attack and defense maneuvers. Stuff like that. But, the fact that they move
around in such a big group like that...wouldn't that make them a bigger target?"
She then thought about just where they were and shook her head. There was
nothing to really hide behind like there was back home which was why she could
sneak around as well as she use to.
"They don't actually fight in those formations." he said
with a chuckle. "They're just exercises to see how well they can move as a unit,
follow orders and things of that nature. The only formation fighting that they
might experience would be if they were to go against a ship"
She still thought training like that was odd, unless
they frequently fought against ships while they were out here. It was strange
though that things were so quiet since she'd been here and wondered just how
often conflict arose.
He could see something else was on her mind and drew her
from her thoughts. "Is there anything else?" he asked.
Snapping her head back into the present she nodded
quickly. "While I was out there, I suddenly got a feeling like I was being
watched, but when I looked around, there was nothing there, and nothing showed
up on my sensors. It was really creepy."
He just smiled and rested a hand upon her shoulder.
"Your instincts are impressive." he said. "But there's nothing to be worried
about. Mon El saw you and said that you were watching the officers pretty
intently and mimicing some of what they were doing."
She smiled faintly and nodded at having been figured
"No reason to be embarrassed" he said. "He didn't
recognize the signal of your Alpha Suit so he went to check on you. I'm assuming
he used his Suits stealth settings which would be why you didn't see him or why
he didn't show up on your systems."
"I see." she replied with a slow nod. "Well, it's good
to know that it wasn't anything to be worried about." she said.
He nodded and returned his arm to his side as he looked
down upon her. "Was there anything else?"
She shook her head and smiled. "No Sir, that was all."
she answered and gave him another salute before heading off. As she walked she
thought about what he'd told her, how it was Mon El watching her. Was he really
that concerned about her being out there? Or just curious as to why she was out
there on her own. Well, since she really didn't have much planned she headed to
the mess and got two drinks, sipping on one as she made her way to the officers
living quarters. Bypassing the hall that would take her to her room she headed
down several more before making her turn, stopping again in front of Mon-El’s
room. She wondered if he did hear her the other night, and if he did, if he
still didn't want to see her. If that was the case then she should honor it,
especially since he didn’t say anything to her when they were out there. He
confused her and she wondered why men had to be so strange. Furrowing her brow
she made up her mind and pressed against the buzzer thing with the backs of the
knuckles of her right hand before taking a slow draw from her cup, holding the
other in her left hand.
'What's the worst that can happen.' she thought. 'Just
him yelling some more...so why not chance it.'
Completing his report and
transmitting it to the Admiral, Mon-El leans back in his chair and relaxes. For
such an uneventful day, it wasn’t that bad. The troops did a good job during
their drills, but Mon-El won’t know how they will fair until they do battle with
the Ralaruru. Stretching his muscles, which have become cramped from sitting at
his holographic computer console, Mon-El rises and begins to change from his
formal uniform into his containment suit, not in the mood to walk around the
ship in formal clothing. Pulling on his pants, Mon-El hears his door chime, and
says to himself, “Who would be bothering me at this hour?” Normally as long as
he does what is required of him, he is left alone to do as he pleased. Mon-El
grabs his cape and the top half of his suit, and hits the door panel to open his
door, arranging his suit and cape making sure it fits right.
Seeing Rika standing in his doorway, with two glasses in
her hands no less, causes a surprised look to pass over Mon-El’s face. Sticking
the straw from the glass in her right hand in her mouth to drink, Rika idly
extends her other arm to offer Mon-El the other glass, and waits for him to say
something. Accepting the glass, Mon-El peers in it to see what it is, and shrugs
taking a drink from it regardless. Seeing Mon-El eye the glass, Rika sticks her
tongue out at him for being foolish. Mon-El smiles at Rika and says, “Uh, thanks
for the drink, I was just heading to the mess hall, would you care to accompany
me? I’m hungry, despite floating in space I have worked up an appetite.”
Rika grins back at Mon-El and nods, and as Mon-El shuts
down his computer Rika stands waiting chewing on the end of her straw. Hitting
the door panel to close the door to his quarters, which irises close behind him,
Mon-El and Rika walk to the mess hall, Mon-El acutely away of the awkward
silence that accompanies them, which Rika breaks by saying, “So Ydnac told me
you were watching me while I was outside the ship, and you had your stealth
systems activated. I thought I sensed something but couldn’t place it. Were you
cloaked because you weren’t ready to talk to me yet?” Mon-El shakes his head and
downs his drink before saying, “No I didn’t want you to think I was coddling
you, or to bother you with my presence.”
Leaving it at that, they enter the mess hall and choose
a random table. Mon-El gets some food to refresh himself and is followed by
Rika. Mon-El and Rika both sit at the table and eat in silence until Mon-El says
between bites, “So you watched a few training maneuvers, what do you think you
would have done differently?” Returning to his plate, Mon-El waits for Rika to
respond, idly poking at his food. Rika stops eating, and swallows before saying,
“Well not knowing what I do, I would have suggested not to train in formation
because it has a tendency to make your forces a bigger target; In my case most
of the battles I have been in have been one on one. But Ydnac explained to me
the reason why you do it and it makes sense.”
Nodding to Rika, Mon-El looks down to his plate and
notices his food is almost gone, so Mon-El finishes his plate and gets up,
noticing Rika is done as well, so he takes her plate with his and dispenses with
them both, and gets two new drinks and sits back at the table, sliding Rika’s
drink over to her. Mon-El says, “Thanks again for the drink, I appreciate it.”
He then leans back in his chair and almost downs the entire glass; Rika on the
other hand transfers her straw from the empty glass to the new one and drinks
quietly, still chewing on her straw from time to time.
“Well,” Mon-El says, “I think I should go see Ydnac, and
then head to bed, I have a duty shift early in the morning. Thanks for the
company.” Smiling at her, Mon-El excuses himself and makes his way to the
training room, feeling better now that he is alone and able to contemplate with
any accuracy. Rika sure is acting strange, could what Ydnac have told her really
changed her attitude so drastically? Shaking his head clear, Mon-El strolls past
crewmembers that greet him, oblivious to everything around him, lost in thought.
Dinner was...awkward at best. Though
Mon El seemed comfortable enough with talking to her, she still couldn't help
that he would rather just not be there entirely. 'I wonder if he's got any close
friends that he talks to.' she wondered, but things between them were still too
shaky to ask such an intimate question she continued their idle chit chat
throughout the course of their meal. She thanked him as he set down a new drink
before her and put the chewed on straw in the glass before going back to chewing
on it between sips of her drink. Within minutes after, Mon El mentioned that he
was going to turn in for the night because of an early duty shift he had t he
following morning. She nodded, rose to her feet with him and watched him leave.
Once he was gone she sat back down and stretched, staring at the table aroudn
She didn't realize that it was so late and contemplated
turning in herself, eventually pushing from her seat at the table and making her
way back to her room, her cup held in both hands and the end of the straw wedged
between her teeth as she chewed upon the plastic. She was relaxed for the first
time since she'd been here and though it was an odd feeling, it was definitely a
welcomed one. When she reached her room she pushed the button that let the door
slide open and she stepped inside, locking it behind her as she flipped on the
overhead light. Striding over to her desk she sat down, setting her glass down
before pulling off her boots and striping down to near nothing before bed. As
she finished the contents of her glass she stared up at the trio now taped to
her wall and smiled. "Things are getting better steadily Sir." she said quietly.
"I only hope that your endeavors are going far smoother
than those dealt with here." She then leaned back in her seat for a few minutes,
letting her food settle before finally being tired enough to sleep. With that,
she slid into bed and turned off the light, falling asleep soon after. Her form
sank into the bed, her head nuzzling into the pillow as she slid her right hand
beneath her head and her left against her chest with her fingers curled into one
another and there she rested until the morning was near half over and her
eyelids flickered open.
Lazily, she stared at the couch across from her,
allowing her eyes to adjust and refocus before getting up and heading into the
bathroom to clean up. Once showered and dressed she decided that she should just
stay inside for the day and decided that it would be a good idea to get her
laundry done and out of the way. So gathering her dirty clothes she stuffed them
into the bag and headed off to the laundry area, having found it completely by
accident through some of her earlier wanderings. As she waited for her clothes
to be cleaned she perched atop the machine with a book she'd checked from the
library, and there she stayed until her clothes were done.
Once they were, back into the bag they went and she
headed back to her room, her nose still in a book though she would occasionally
glance up to assure that she wasn't going to run into anyone or anything. Once
she was back in her room she set the book down on the desk and folded her
clothes, putting them away before hanging up her uniforms. Now that her room was
spotless again she grabbed her book and once again flopped onto her bed, turning
on the nearby lamp and continued reading, lost in the images that the words
created within her mind.
Entering the training room with only
a few occasional glances by other officers, Mon-El nods to Ydnac and activates a
holographic console, setting up a simulation. Ydnac, finishing his business,
walks over to Mon-El and chuckles saying, “You do remember the rule don’t you?”
Mon-El quirks a brow at him and says, “No, what rule was that??” Ydnac shakes
his head and laughs before punching Mon-El in the shoulder, and replies “You
know damn well what rule I am talking about.” Mon-El chuckles and says, “Yeah,
about that, I know the damn rule. I won’t disobey the Admiral.” Shaking his
head, Mon-El continues to hit keys on the holographic console, and Ydnac wishing
him luck, returns to running diagnostics, keeping the systems in order.
Programming a generic Ralaruru into the simulation,
Mon-El shrugs his shoulders and tenses his muscles, preparing for the inevitable
beating he will receive. Ydnac looks over his console and reviews the options
Mon-El has chosen for his simulation and says over his shoulder, “You do
realize, that even with the security protocols on, you will receive quite a big
beating, right? I don’t suggest you battle the Ralaruru, you just aren’t up to
the challenge.” Knowing Ydnac means well, and doesn’t intend this as an insult,
Mon-El waves away Ydnac’s warning while saying, “I think since we haven’t been
attacked for quite a while, I would demonstrate to the entire crew just how
deadly our enemy is. I won’t be permanently damaged, and some scrapes and
bruises won’t hinder my ability to perform my duties.”
Hitting a few more buttons on the holographic console,
Mon-El configures the simulation to be sent to a few areas on the ship, such as
the mess hall, and crew quarters and then starts the simulation. The training
room once again dissolving to a view of outer space, Mon-El stands in front of
an open airlock, and immediately begins to scan his surroundings looking for the
Ralaruru. His Omega suit enhancing his already formidable powers, Mon-El floats
out into space and is immediately bombarded by energy blasts by the Ralaruru.
Getting hit in the chest and his right thigh sends him careening alongside the
Worthington, spinning wildly.
Righting himself, Mon-El checks his suit’s integrity, which seems to be at 80%
and slowing rising as the suit itself slowly repairs the dents in his armor.
Spinning around as his sensors alert him to a presence
behind him, Mon-El raises an arm reflexively and blocks a blow with his forearm
that would’ve cracked his helmet. The armor on his forearm almost buckling
Mon-El is hurled backwards to impact against the hull of the
the hull plating collapsing in on itself as if it were made of aluminum.
Emerging from the wreckage his landing has caused, Mon-El checks his suits
status once again, and curses under his breath, down to 75%, damn! Scanning
around, Mon-El detects the Ralaruru, and engages his suits stealth systems,
hoping to by himself some time. Flying at near the speed of light, Mon-El points
both of his palms at the Ralaruru’s back and unleashes dual blasts of energy
from them, hoping to hurt it as it hurt him.
Unfortunately, propelling himself at near the speed of
light causes his stealth systems not to function properly, and the Ralaruru
detects the subtle fluctuations in space/time; The Ralaruru moves just as fast
as Mon-El but leaves an image of himself behind to fool Mon-El. The beams
penetrate the fake Ralaruru, just as the real one grabs Mon-El from behind. It’s
arm snaking around his throat, the Omega suit creaks and groans as the Ralaruru
exerts more and more pressure, the integrity of the suit dropping rapidly.
Struggling to get free, Mon-El propels the both of them backwards to strike into
the Worthington, but the Ralaruru doesn’t show sings of damage and responds by
twisting it’s grip around his neck, breeching the suit and wrenching the helmet
off of Mon-El.
Finally kicking free, Mon-El shakes his head as his
suits systems begin to shut down one by one, and tearing himself free of his now
defunct armor, finds himself under attack once again, this time without the
protection his armor provides. The Ralaruru laughs as he rushes Mon-El, sending
a punch to connect with his jaw. Almost losing consciousness, Mon-El rubs his
jaw and shakes his head clear once more, flying back towards the Ralaruru at
high speed to punch it in return. It’s reflexes faster than his own, the
Ralaruru spins away from the punch, and responds by kneeing him in the gut;
hearing his ribs creak from the blow, Mon-El doubles over only to receive a
double-fisted hammer blow to the back of his neck.
Stunned, almost unable to move, Mon-El’s body twitches
as it tries to respond to his commands, yet he can do nothing as the Ralaruru
grabs him by the neck and picks him up off the hull. Struggling as best as he
can, Mon-El watches as the Ralaruru draws its arm back and delivers repeated
blows to Mon-El’s midsection. Coughing up blood, Mon-El swings his right arm and
hammers the Ralaruru in the face. Shaking it’s head, the Ralaruru narrows it’s
eyes and brings its hand down to punch Mon-El in the throat, before punching him
in the face repeatedly. Coughing, and bloodied, Mon-El croaks the words
necessary to end the simulation, and falls to his hands and knees on the floor
of the training room blooding dripping from his mouth and from various cuts on
Stretched out on her bed she
continued reading through the book she'd picked up, twirling the fingers of her
right hand idly through the locks that spilled over her shoulder. Things were
peaceful and she was relaxed enough that she had almost started to fall asleep
when a bleep echoed in the center of her room, subtle enough not to scare her
out of her skin, but loud enough that it made her heart skip a couple of beats.
Sitting up she tried to figure out what it was only to receive her answer as a
holographic screen appeared in the center of her room. "That's odd..' she said
as she reached out her left hand to poke at it, only to have her hand go through
it. Intrigued, she sat back and rested her arms on her knees, leaning against
them as she watched what was going to be one of the most horrific things she
would see to date.
She sat there as things began to unfold, watching Mon El
leave the ship and being immediately attacked. Why he was broadcasting this
everywhere she had no idea, or even if he was broadcasting it everywhere. She
couldn't really be sure, but she was sure that she couldn't be the only one
watching the ass beating that was being given to him. She flinched, squeaked and
cringed with every beating he took and as his Omega Suit was destroyed her face
went pale. She remembered being told how dangerous these things were and here he
was, fighting one....alone no less. "Is he insane!?!" she shouted as she leapt
to her feet at the sight of the blood being spit out. She may only have an Alpha
Suit...and she might not be that well trained...but he looked like he was going
to get mauled to death out there, and for some odd reason, she didn't want to
see that happen.
Grabbing the bracelets that contained her Suit she
darted from her room, forming as much of a plan as she could. If he couldn't
survive against one...what chance did she have, but all she had to do was be
enough of a distraction for Mon El to get out of there. She paused briefly when
she reached the mess, only to see people gathered in awe as Mon El was gripped
by the throat. 'He's going to get himself killed!' she thought as she ran off
again. But then, so was she if she entered into that simulation. But what else
would be new, she was known for pulling stupid stunts like that in the past,
which earned her Guyver Unit the name of Kashii, which literally meant insanity.
It was with that thought that an maniacal grin crossed her lips as she delved
into her haphazard plan. She was sure she'd been in worse circumstances before
anyway, so this distraction mission wouldn't be too bad.
So caught up in her thoughts she nearly missed the turn
that would take her to the training room and she skid across the floor, nearly
hitting the wall before finally making it to the entrance. When she finally
emerged, ready to just go in and do what ever she could, she saw Mon El return
from the sim and fall instantly to his hands and knees, blood dripping from the
corners of his mouth and various cuts that he'd sustained. She watched as
General Ydnac tried to check on him only to be pushed away, listening to Mon El
protest that he was perfectly fine. "You pompous idiot..." she muttered under
her breath as she knelt down beside him and rested a hand on his shoulder only
to have him try and push her away as well.
"I'm fine.." he said again, in a voice that held
"You're not fine." she retorted in a voice that told him
she wasn't going anywhere. "Just what were you trying to prove out there." she
chided as she held him enough to let General Ydnac check him over. "You could
have gotten killed."
He just looked at her and before she would have backed
down, but she just stared right back at him then looked up at Ydnac. "General,
where would you like me to take him"
"Nowhere!" Mon El grunted.
"To the infirmary." Ydnac corrected then proceeded to
tell Rika just how to get there.
Nodding, she hoisted both herself and the still
protesting Mon El to their feet and headed off, sighing heavily as he continued
to protest his need to go. "I told you I'm fine!" he growled.
"Yes, and that's why you're leaving a trail of blood
behind us." she said, turning him around and pointing it out to him. She then
proceeded to take him the rest of the way to his destination, and oddly enough
they were already awaiting his arrival, having caught a glimpse of what he'd
Some of them gave her an odd look as she pulled the
still protesting General into the infirmary and handed him off to the
attendants. "You got him here rather quick." one of them commented with a bit of
astonishment in his voice.
"He'd have gotten here if I had to knock him out to do
it." she replied as she took a seat in the waiting area while they checked him
out and tended to his wounds.
Limping over to an examination table,
and shooting a glare back at Rika before leaving the waiting room, Mon-El merely
orders the doctors to close his wounds and then release him back to his
quarters. The head doctor however says, “I’m sorry general, but in cases where
your health is in question, our authority overrides yours. I’m afraid we’re
going to have to perform a full physical examination, and possibly a
psychological examination as well, since this recent stunt of yours is the worst
yet.” Growling, Mon-El reluctantly does as he is told and lies down on the table
as the doctors prepare the equipment necessary to examine Mon-El’s internal
organs and other tissues.
Gritting his teeth, hating doctors, Mon-El says, “You
people don’t need to be doing examinations on me damnit, I heal faster than you
do, or have you forgotten that part of my medical file??” The head doctor shakes
his head and replies, “No we haven’t forgotten that general, however procedure
remains the same. You know all about procedure don’t you, now you just lie back
and let us do our work, and you will be sent on your way soon enough.” With each
passing second, Mon-El’s irritation grows, which isn’t helped when machines
whirr about him and take readings of his injuries, projecting a holographic
image of himself in the air, complete with areas marked in red where he had
suffered physical harm.
Growling under his breath, Mon-El grabs the armrest of
the table he lays on and unconsciously begins to increase the grip pressure he
exerts. After a few seconds an audible squeal can be heard as the metal brace
that holds the arm in place begins to bend. Letting go abruptly and looking down
to see what he had done, Mon-El chuckles and looks to the head doctor saying,
“Look my injuries aren’t life threatening, I’m sure you know that by now, can’t
you just let me go and call it a day?” The doc walks over to him and replies,
“I’m sorry but no. We’re going to close your wounds, and put dressing on them,
and then we’re going to ask you a few questions.”
Mon-El tilts his head questioningly before asking,
“Questions? What sort of questions?” Sighing, the Doc says “If you were to let
me do my work in silence you could be out of here sooner. We will be asking you
questions that will help us determine your mental health. If we find you have
become too irrational, we will relieve you of your duties pending a more
rigorous investigation.” Taken aback, Mon-El shouts, “You are worried about my
mental health? What are you crazy? I haven’t been this relaxed and focused for
months!” The doc smiles at Mon-El before saying, “I’m not crazy, I will be
attempting to find out if you are.”
Gritting his teeth, Mon-El lies back on the table and
lets the doctors go about their work. They speak in hushed tones over his
condition, which isn’t serious at all, and begin to argue over which wound
should be sealed first. His impatience once again growing out of his control,
Mon-El sits up on the table, still feeling quite stiff, but not as bad as before
and grabs a medical instrument from one of the doctors. It contains a biological
compound that seals cuts and protects abrasions and dissolves back into the body
when the wounds heal. Mon-El applies this himself to his own injuries, ignoring
any pain he feels, yet his eyes blaze a deep red as he looks between each
doctor. Finishing the application of the compound, Mon-El thrusts the device
back into the hands of one of the doctors and mutters, “Alright, that wasn’t too
damn hard was it? Now ask me your god damn questions, and let me get the hell
out of here.”
Standing up, with less of a limp than he came in with,
Mon-El stretches and groans slightly as he works the kinks out of his system.
The head doctor coming over to him and asking, “Alright Mon-El, what caused this
behavior of yours to surface?” Quirking a brow, Mon-El replies “Behavior? I was
performing my duty as a General in the
Alliance to the best of my ability. I
felt the troops on this ship, and on the others in the fleet have grown lax. So
I decided to show them exactly who we were fighting against, and why we cannot
lose. I used myself as an example of what they will do, and worse to anybody
they come across.” Turning his back to the doctor Mon-El spits out, “You are a
fool, you have no idea how I think, or why. I will be taking my leave of you
now, and I dare any of you to try to stop me.” Saying this, Mon-El strides out
of the examination room, leaving the doctors speechless, and walks into the
waiting room. Seeing Rika sitting there waiting for him, Mon-El walks over to
the door, his limp getting better with each step, and waits for Rika to follow
him. Mon-El mutters, “I need some food after that, battles usually make me
Watching Mon El go into the exam room
she caught the glare that he gave her and returned it with one of her own as she
watched him disappear behind the curtain. Sitting in the waiting area Rika could
hear Mon El shouting at the doctors and each shout made her squirm and writhe in
her seat. She was sure she was in for it once again, especially since he
outranked her and she disobeyed him out of concern for his well being. She could
just see it all now and she released a heavy sigh, closing her eyes as she heard
the loud echo of his voice as he yelled at the doctors for the incompetence in
the treatment of his wounds. 'Why can't he jsut settle down and let them check
him over...' she groaned to herself, resting her forehead in the palm of her
right hand as she continued listening to the bickering and shouting.
Hearing his heavy footsteps though she shot straight up
in her seat and caught the scowl that seemed etched into his features and closed
her eyes as he continued to grumble. Pushing to her feet she followed behind
him, stepping out of the door as he muttered something about being hungry. As
they walked she couldn't help but notice just how well he'd come out of this
when before she knew he had massive internal injuries as well as external ones.
How could he come out of it so well, she wondered as they headed in silence to
the mess hall. Once there, more silence ensued as he brooded over how he was
handled and treated, and she just sat there not really wanting to say something
to further set him off. 'And I thought we'd finally gotten on the same page..'
she though with an inward sigh.
Time seemed to drag on and all Mon El seemed to be doing
was getting more agitated so she was grateful when they were both done, their
trays disposed of, and they were once more on their way to their quarters. She
really couldn't keep quiet. She'd never seen anyone so upset about having others
care for their wellbeing as he was. "I don't know why you're so upset." she
said, finally breaking the silence.
"Because I said I was fine, and I'm fine now aren’t
I." he answered.
"You didn't look fine when that thing was cracking your
innards." she retorted in her own annoyance at just how stubborn he was.
When I say I'm fine, I mean it. I'm not exactly what you
call human. I come from a planet called Daxam, which is located in another
dimension. Plus I hate doctors. I've never needed one because I've never gotten
sick and rarely get myself injured. Besides, warriors take care of their own
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Warriors
also know when to suck it up and just learn to accept help from a worried
comrade." she popped off, feeling her own temper beginning to flare. "Would it
kill you to accept some help every now and again?" she asked as she cast a side
glance to him from the corner of her left eye. To this he had no reply and as
she neared the hall that would take her to her room she stopped in her tracks,
put her hands on her hips and just stared him down. "I don't get you, you know
that? I apologize for not being more understanding of you, and now you get pissy
because I thought you were going to DIE! Make up your mind." And with that she
started to storm off down the hall.
"What apology" he said with a quirked brow which made
her stop where she moved once more and spin around to face him.
"The one I gave your door the other night after talking
to General Ydnac." she answered, folding her arms tightly across her chest.
Mon-El stands in the hallway, facing
Rika as she gives him a skeptical look. Feeling the awkwardness settle over him
again, Mon-El clears his throat before saying, “I had heard you spoke to Ydnac
about a few things, but I was either not in my room at the time when you were
there, or it was after one of my rigorous simulations and I was quite asleep. I
really don’t know what to say Rika. You surprise me, but I suppose Ydnac had a
hand in this, he always meddles.” Clenching his right hand into a fist, Mon-El
strikes his left palm with enough force to cause the resulting thud to echo down
both hallways. Closing his eyes, Mon-El mutters, “I guess this is what I get for
causing all that damage to -his- training room.” Grunting as if he had been
struck, Mon-El looks to Rika and says quietly, “I’m not experienced in these
sorts of situations. I find them harder than any battle I have ever fought.”
Frowning, Mon-El turns his back to Rika and continues,
“In my home dimension, we were ruled by a collective of sentient beings, the
Guyvers, but they are completely different from what you know of them. They took
from us our individual rights, emotions everything. They controlled us so that
they might rule the universe. I was one of a very select few that were able to
resist The Guyver collective’s control and it was in Ayenee that I began to
learn how to interact with humans and live among them. I was, and always shall
be a warrior Rika, you must understand this, and everything else is alien to me
which seems quite ironic as I am an alien myself.”
Shrugging off his frustration, which does nothing to
calm his nerves as his muscles tense, Mon-El continues, “So you see, I am not
intentionally trying to confuse you or hurt you by how I act or what I say. It
is ingrained into my psyche through years of discord. I can’t explain my past to
you in any further detail, you’ll just have to accept me for what you see, and
treat me in the way I expect to be treated, or treat me the way you think I
should be treated and cause awkwardness and discomfort.” Turning his head to
look at Rika, Mon-El produces a rugged smile and says, “You never know, you may
get used to my mannerisms.”
Waving goodbye to Rika, Mon-El heads to his quarters,
breathing easier. He loathes being put in such a predicament, at least in his
eyes it is such, and he feels even more adamant in keeping his past to himself.
He has already told Rika more than he should have, and as he enters his room to
write a report about the Simulation, he vows not to do so again. If she were to
ask him about previous battles he has fought, how the enemy performed in battle
or other such pertinent information, he would gladly give her the details, but
anything of a… “Personal” nature Mon-El decides to keep to himself.
Writing his report, which takes significantly less time
that he would have liked, Mon-El’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he
messages the security officer currently on duty. The officer crouched over his
console concentrating, he is startled back into reality when a holographic image
of Mon-El’s head appears in front of him. He inhales sharply in surprise before
saying, “Yes General, what is it I can do for you this evening?” Mon-El smirks
and says, “I require the security hologram of the corridor outside my quarters
for the last three nights. I need to check on something.”
The security officer hits a few holographic keys calling
up the information that was requested, and asks, “What is it exactly you are
looking for?” Mon-El frowns and replies, “It doesn’t matter, send the required
information to my quarters please so I can review it at my leisure.” The officer
nods to Mon-El and says, “Is there anything else I can help you with General?”
Mon-El shakes his head and says, “No thank you, you may return to your duties.”
Hitting his own console to end the transmission, Mon-El watches the hologram and
shakes his head smiling as he watches Rika approach his door and speak her
She couldn't believe that Mon El
would actually accuse Ydnac of meddling. "He's trying to keep us from getting
into serious trouble!" she protested. He was such an infuriating man sometimes
and she really didn't understand how so many people could put up with it. Of
course she wasn't surprised at all when he said that she surprised him. She was
full of surprises and surprised quite a few people with either things she would
say or things she would do. However, she took it as quite the insult when he
turned his back to her as he continued talking about his life and past
experiences with the a string of Guyvers hell-bent on universal domination. He
then told her about his escape to Ayenne and how he had learned to live there
amongst those that inhabited the realm.
After a bit more of him talking and her listening he
just waved and walked off, seeming to relax more as the distance between them
grew. She was irritated now, spun around and stormed back to her room so that
she could clean the now dried blood from her skin and get a clean suit on. She
stood in the shower, staring at the falling spray as it soon pooled in a pinkish
flow around her feet. He really didn't want anyone getting close to him, but how
was that any way to go through life. She couldn't imagine going through life
alone, unwilling to get close enough to anyone to even call them a friend.
"That's not living..." she muttered as she turned off the shower and dried
herself off. Walking back into her room she gave a dirty look at the suit piled
on the floor. "..and I just did laundry.." she grumbled as she put on a clean
uniform and refastened her bracelets around her wrists.
Too wound up she decided to go out. She wanted to talk
to General Ydnac, but she seemed to run to him so much, that she was beginning
to feel too dependant on him and that she was taking him away from things that
he had to do. She just decided to go outside with the night shift officers and
that's what she did. She headed to the air lock and activated her Suit. When it
was formed she exited the air lock and just floated around, watching as they
went through their maneuvers and whatever else it was that they did. Perched
upon another nearby asteroid she manipulated her armor once more, watching as
her fingers grew out into the set of claws she used to try and thrash into Mon
El and began carving random nothingness' into the surface of the rock. Solitude
seemed to wrap its welcomed embrace around her once more and she would
occasionally glance up at the groups of officers as they trained, or watch the
ones who patrolled around the ships in the fleet.
By the time she finally started to get tired, she
realized that everyone was heading inside and her eyes widened some. She
realized that she'd been out there the entire shift. She laughed some to herself
and followed behind everyone, stretching as she deactivated her Suit and headed
to the mess for some breakfast before she caught some sleep. After getting her
food and some juice she walked over to an out of the way table and sat down.
Arching back she felt her back pop as she stretched her legs out in front of
her, yawning before leaning forward and picking at her food, taking small bites
as she rested her head against the curled fingers of her left hand. She'd been
up for almost an entire day and it was finally starting to sink into her.
Finally finishing her breakfast she got another glass of juice to take back to
her room and as she started chewing on her straw again she headed back to her
Once she was there she finished her juice, tossed the
glass into the trash and began getting ready for bed. Laying her uniform over
the back of her chair she crawled into bed, falling asleep atop the blankets
with her arms tucked beneath her pillow and her head laying to the left,
overlooking her room which happened to be the last thing she saw. 'Maybe he was
right about us not having too much contact..' she thought as she finally gave
into fatigue and fell comfortably asleep.
Finishing watching the security
holograms, Mon-El shakes his head as he begins to view Rika in a new light. In
his life, the closest thing to a friend he had was a comrade in battle, and
thinking back to GuyverWarrior he remembers why he decided not to form close
relationships with people. Friends provide a weakness that an enemy can exploit;
and seeing as Rika is pushing to be very close, Mon-El refuses to let her become
a pawn of the enemy to be used against him. Growing irritated, Mon-El decides to
do something with his time instead of brooding. His wounds almost completely
healed, Mon-El rises from his chair almost heading back to the training room,
but he stops himself and instead decides to go to the cargo hold and retrieve
his Omega suit.
Even if it costs him his life, he will make sure the
fleet is prepared for an attack that may come at any instant, from any angle.
Hitting his holographic computer console on his way out of his quarters, Mon-El
sends a message to a random Alpha squad, and orders them to prepare for drill
practice, they are to assemble at airlock 129 and wait for Mon-El to arrive.
Walking through the corridors with a forbidding look upon his face, Mon-El
acknowledges other officers with a nod of the head before continuing on his way,
his cloak rippling in the air behind him at his brisk pace. Entering the cargo
hold, Mon-El requisitions his Omega suit and puts it on over his containment
suit, and then once more briskly makes his way to his destination, this time
however it is airlock 129, where a squad of troops wearing alpha suits await
Rounding a corner, Mon-El catches a glimpse of the
troops, the last one engaging his Alpha suit, and stands at attention, waiting
on them to acknowledge his presence. One of the troops snaps to attention, and
salutes him saying, “We’re all ready sir.” The other troops turn to face him and
salute hurriedly, however their form is perfect, back straight and shoulders
squared etc. Mon-El looks them over and shakes his head before bellowing, “Fall
out soldiers, it’s time for some drills, I’m going to keep your fairies on your
toes even if it kills you!! And believe me, you’d thank me for it, now MOVE
IT!!” The troops quickly rush into the airlock, followed leisurely by Mon-El, he
hopes his constant drilling will be viewed with less skepticism in the near
future, and he may see this yet.
The airlock depressurizing, and the gravity plating
deactivating, Mon-El and the Alpha squad float in a vacuum as they wait for the
outer doors to part, allowing them to exit the ship. In this session, Mon-El
hopes to instill at least in part a sense of teamwork. They can follow orders
together just fine, but that doesn’t mean they know how to really work as a
team. They need to be able to anticipate what their allies will do next along
with what the enemies will do, and take the correct course of action, aiding
each other while devastating the enemy. Taking the troops to an area of space
away from the
Worthington, Mon-El chooses two
random officers and asks them to fight. The officers both look at Mon-El and one
of them says, “But what is this going to teach us General? I don’t think this
will help us against the Ralaruru.” Mon-El huffs at the officer and mutters,
“Your job is to follow orders, not to ask questions or think.”
The two officers comply and begin to fight, knowing the
first officer he chose was a better fighter than the second, he sees the first
land a few blows to the second, and then calls for a third officer to help the
second fight the first. The first officer shouts, “But this isn’t fair, two on
one is unfair odds!” Mon-El laughs and replies, “You are right, the odds are
unfair, but if you want to have a chance at defeating an opponent that is
stronger than you, you need to team up with one or more people and attack your
opponent. That is the lesson I want to teach you today. From now on, I want you
to get comfortable with the people you work with, learn how they think and act,
I want you inside each others head!” Crossing his arms Mon-El watches the troops
train and breathes a sigh of relief; everything is so much easier on the
Finally asleep she drifted into the
land of dreams. She wasn't asleep long when the voice of Mon El shouting drifted
into her dreams. Though it was faint, it was harsh enough to make her flinch
involuntarily. It soon faded but she'd already begun to be drawn from her
restful state only to hear the pounding on her door several minutes later. "What
the...." she mumbled. "Just a second!" she shouted and pulled her clothes on,
leaving her top only partially buttoned as she opened her door, only to see a
young officer in a state of panic. "Uh...what's going on?" she asked, slightly
"Mon El has called a few officers for a surprise drill
exercise and I can't find my Alpha Suit. I was wondering if I could borrow
She furrowed her brow in high irritation. "What makes
you think I have one..' she asked, none to thrilled that this was the reason she
was being woken up.
"Well...cause you're Mon-El’s...." he started.
"Mon-El’s what." she interrupted in a more demanding
"N...nothing." he stammered
"That's what I thought." she growled before striding
over to her desk and retrieving the two bracelets. She then walked back to the
door and handed them over. "You'd better make sure you give them back in one
piece." she said before shutting her door and going back to bed, now highly
Meanwhile the young officer makes it to the air lock
just before Mon El shows up and starts giving commands, watching as the squad
commander questions and is then told, along with the rest of them to move.
Following orders they go through the motions before they are stopped and the
rest watch as Mon El chooses two officers to fight one another only to have a
third join in shortly after.
As Mon El watches them fight he catches the same
unrecognizable signal from one of the officers in the back of the ranks though
he remembers this as Rika’s Alpha Suit and approaches the officer, intent on
figuring out why Rika is out here when she is officially still on leave of duty.
Reaching his destination he pulls the officer aside to speak to her. "Rika, what
are you doing out here. You're not on active duty and you should be asleep given
that you were out for the entire night shift."
'I knew it!' the officer said to himself before hearing
Mon El clearing his throat as he awaited an answer. "Sorry General, this is
Irritated, Mon El glares down at the officer in Rika’s
Suit. "What the hell are you doing in that Suit. That suit was issued to Rika
Hanaseru, not you Ados!" he shouted.
"Uh... well, you see, I uh... I couldn't find my Suit in
all the commotion of the sudden drill." he stammered.
There was a long pause as Mon El tried to contain his
temper. "When this exercise is over you will return Rika’s Suit to her and find
your own. You're lucky that I don't write a report about this incident but next
time you won't be so lucky!" he bellowed. "A persons Alpha Suit is like their
lifeline, their only defense. The Suit becomes accustom to the wearer and if
anything were to happen to you, they would prepare things to treat her instead.
Do you now understand the serious implications of your actions?" he asked.
"Yes sir!" Ados replied quickly.
Nodding, Mon El went back to the exercise that was going
on, making comments, giving direction and adding and taking away members of the
fight so that everyone Now to make his day longer he was going to have to give
them a lecture on why it was so important for them to keep their Alpha Suits
always in their possession and where they would not be misplaced.
Ados' attention was drawn when Mon El called him to face
off against another officer. Still shaken from the lecture he was slow to
respond which didn't do well for Mon-El’s demeanor but when he finally made it
to the front of the ranks to take his turn at fighting. 'Lets see what her
favorite weapons are to use.' he thought as he brought up a list of her most
used weapons. When he stumbled upon the plasma frequency blades he stopped for a
moment. Only Guyvers were so proficient in such weaponry and his eyes widened.
'NO WAY!' he thought, 'She's a Guyver...or was one.' but he selected them
nonetheless. The fight started against his favor as he tried to do a backspin to
send the heated blade through his opponent only to be flung several yards away
from the attackee.
Giving up after some time of using the blades he finally
decided to use weapons he was more proficient with and the fight was soon more
evenly matched. Mon El switched it after several moments and continued to cycle
through until everyone got their chance to fight. When it was over, a debrief
was given as well as an evaluation on their performance. After the eval he then
lectured them for several minutes on the importance of keeping track of their
Suits, eyeing Ados in particular. He then dismissed them and Ados returned
quickly to Rika’s room, knocking lightly, the fact that she was once a Guyver
still making his head spin. 'How wild..'
A very sleepy and rather irritated Rika opened the door
looking rather disheveled. "Exercise over already?" she asked as she yawned.
"Uh...yeah." he answered as he held out her bracelets.
"I wouldn't use them for a while. I kinda got my rear handed to
She just sighed and set them on her desk. "Fine, thanks
for returning them." she said before shutting the door and going back to sleep.
Hopefully she wouldn't get anymore interruptions until she woke up.
Returning to the Worthington,
following the alpha squad, Mon-El ponders over what Ados meant. When he was
mistaken for Rika, it was almost like Ados suspected it would happen, it’s not
like he could forge Rika’s alpha suits call sign to bait Mon-El into mistaking
him for Rika, so what exactly was he planning? Could it be that Ados thought
there was a relationship between him and Rika? Shaking his head muttering,
“Absurd,” Mon-El dismisses the alpha squad back to their quarters with a chuckle
from Ados and a few other officers, and stows his Omega suit before heading back
to his own quarters. Immersing himself in his work, Mon-El loses track of time
preparing a drill schedule for each day of the week.
Finally realizing what time it is, Mon-El gets up and
stretches running his fingers through his hair and yawning before feeling a pang
of hunger in his gut. Departing his quarters, Mon-El heads to the mess hall, his
eyelids heavy, yet his eyes burn as bright as ever. Walking down the corridors,
Mon-El is the subject once again of hushed whispers, and quiet conversations
that stop as he walks by. His heightened sense of hearing however circumvents
the other officers attempt to keep the information they speak of to themselves.
One group can be heard saying, “So I hear General Mon-El and Rika are together…”
While yet another says, “Lieutenant Ados got caught using Rika’s alpha suit, but
since Rika and Mon-El are so close, he didn’t write a report because then he’d
have to include Rika in it.”
Hearing these rumors the entire way to the mess hall,
Mon-El avoids eye contact with the passersby, and tries to ignore it. A vein
bulges at his temple, which belies his state of mind and tells of how well he is
putting it out of his mind. Entering the mess hall, and sighing as hardly anyone
has arrived for breakfast yet, Mon-El grabs a tray and gets a plate of food only
to turn around to make a motion to move to his regular table, and noticing that
Rika sits there. Pursing his lips slightly, the vein at his temple trembling,
Mon-El once again wonders what the hell is going on, but takes it in stride and
does something he wouldn’t normally do. He walks over to the table, holding his
tray and looks to Rika saying “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” He gestures with
his elbow to the seat sitting across from her.
About to put a fork-full of food into her mouth, Rika
almost drops her fork, surprised, but instead drops the food that is on it back
onto her plate. Nodding to Mon-El, Rika says, “Sure, be my guest” before she
continues to eat. Placing his tray on the table, Mon-El pulls out the chair and
sits, arranging himself and his clothing before he begins to eat. Taking his
fork, Mon-El begins to eat, and Rika then quirks a brow, gesturing with her fork
while speaking, “One of your Alpha squad officers came by and borrowed my Alpha
suit and mentioned something about you and me, do you have any idea what that
could be?” Chewing on his food, Mon-El inhales sharply, and coughs as food goes
down his windpipe; turning his head Mon-El hits his chest quite hard, coughing
all the while as he tries to clear his air pathway. Succeeding at least
partially, Mon-El shakes his and takes a drink of whatever is available, or
sitting on the table.
Clearing his throat Mon-El looks Rika in the eyes and
says with a coarse voice, “It would seem that Ados thinks you and I are
romantically involved.” Mon-El’s eyes drift away from Rika, looking at anything
and everything else. Rika stops eating and catches Mon-El’s gaze and says,
“Well, what is everyone else saying then?” Mon-El mumbles a few words, and then
says quietly, “Everyone else thinks the same.” Frowning at how her life is
anybody’s business but her own, Rika says, “Alright then, tell me. Do you have
feelings for me then??” Mon-El’s face goes flushed and he almost shouts, “No! I
mean it’s not that I don’t want to, I… err…” Mon-El looks down at his plate of
food, losing his appetite immediately, hoping there is no one around to watch
this, and wanting to return to his quarters.
She was so exhausted after being
woken up so many times that night that she nearly fell asleep with her head
resting on her hand. She was poking at her food, eating slowly when she heard
footsteps approaching her. Sitting up she was suprised to see Mon El, who looked
a bit irritated and when he asked if he could join her she motioned to the empty
seat across from her. She probably could have chosen a better time though to
start asking questions though because as soon as the first one left her lips he
started choking. This only furthered her curiosity into the subject and when she
asked if there was any truth behind what was going around he just turned beet
red and started averting his gaze from her. This, she found both irritating and
a sign of disrespect and so she pushed the issue further until he nearly shouted
at her but managed to keep his voice under control.
Mon El wasn't hungry at all now and he stared at his
plate with extreme disinterest and pushed his tray away as she stared at him
intently wanting an answer. "Well?" she asked, her fingers curled against the
edge of the table.
"I don't want to talk about it." he said flatly as he
got a carton to take his food back to his quarters if he managed to get hungry
"Well I do." she shot back. "Now what's going on."
"Nothing!" he snapped back.
"It is so something!" she retorted as she got to her
feet and followed him to his room. As they walked everyone watched them and she
could have sworn she heard something about what a cute lovers spat they were
having. She growled and eyed them with distain but she didn't miss a beat in
keeping up with Mon El.
When they reached his room he went to open it only to
find her standing in the way, hands on her hips and her eyes boring straight
into his. "Nw what's going on!" she demanded. "This just isn't about you ya
know. They're talking about me too here, and I've got a right to an
Mon El felt like the vein in his head was going to
burst. "Fine!" he said through gritted teeth, just to shut her up. "I have
fought alongside one woman, she was a comrade, that is it!" he said. He was not
about to tell her that he was beginning to see her in a different light but that
the logical side of his mind was fighting against him because of what could
happen. Inhaling deeply he managed to calm himself so that he could continue.
"Besides, if anything were to happen it would just be something that the enemy
would be able to use against me so it's better just to not give them that
"So I'm a liability then." she replied, obviously hurt.
She was only recently aware of what was being said about her and she was none
too keen about it but it was easy how people could create stories like that
given the situation of how she'd come to be a member aboard this ship.
"I didn't say that." he shot back then wrapped his hands
around her shoulders, literally picked her up and set her aside and walked
through the doorway into his room, talking to her without looking over his
shoulder. "You're being rash and I'll attribute that to your lack of rest. We'll
discuss it later when your demeanor has calmed down considerably." though he had
no intention of doing such a thing. "Now go back to your quarters and get some
rest. That's an order." he then closed his door and walked to his desk to lay
his cape over the back of the chair. "Besides..." he muttered. "..there’s still
the issues you have with GuyverWarrior." she said beneath his breath, heaving a
Rika just stood there outside his door, as confused as
ever. "What the...fine, be that way." she grumbled. She was not going to let
this go though. She had a right to know what was going on, especially if it
involved her. She then stormed off back to her room and flopped down onto her
bed. It was true, she was exhausted from the lack of proper rest. "What do I
do.." she mumbled through closed teeth as she rested her chin on the backs of
her hands. "I want to find GuyverWarrior because he's my commander." and even
though she no longer had the Kashii Guyver Unit, she still considered herself a
member of the GSF. Sighing in frustration she tried to relax to get some more
sleep, though it was apparent that he didn't get her apology otherwise he would
have understood the reasons behind what she was doing.
Laying down on his bed, Mon-El runs
both of his hands through his hair and sighs, resting his head on his hands and
staring up at the ceiling. Despite all of his powers, all of his combat
experience, Mon-El is no match against a woman. Closing his eyes trying to get
some rest, Mon-El fails miserably, and so he lays there pondering over his
predicament. Not matter how hard he tries, Mon-El cannot separate himself from
having feelings for Rika, perhaps it was the circumstances where they met, her
being a guyver when there hasn’t been one around for such a long time or maybe
it is just who she is that appeals to him. This poses a problem, and cold logic
forces his mind to acknowledge the fact yet again, that caring for someone would
only provide a target for his enemies. Maybe running this thought around his
head would help alleviate the pressure he is under. No, it doesn’t work, and he
wonders why he keeps thinking it.
Mon-El ponders on whether the fact he has feelings for
someone frightens him. Such a thought is curious, since nothing else causes him
fear. Why would it frighten him he thinks to himself, it would just be a
harmless relationship. Shaking his head Mon-El grits his teeth, conflicting
thoughts and emotions preventing him from making a permanent decision. He then
thinks back to GuyverWarrior, remembering Rika was on his side during the Guyver
wars, and wonders if they had anything together. Not wanting to betray
GuyverWarrior yet again, Mon-El has in the past pushed Rika away, albeit
subconsciously, but recent events have caused Mon-El to be nicer to Rika at
least to a degree. His thoughts a jumble where she is involved, he wonders if
every woman is as confusing as Rika. One moment she is worried about your
health, the next she is yelling at you for telling her not to be so damned
Maybe she doesn’t realize that treating a warrior in
such a manner detracts from his honor, he should be able to take care of
himself, as well as anybody he is responsible for. Nodding to himself, he
ponders on this, wondering if this adds to his reservoir of feelings for Rika,
taking responsibility for her. Sighing once again, Mon-El slowly slips into
unconsciousness, his mind still a jumble as he worries over what to do about
Rika. Sleeping for a few hours, Mon-El awakes feeling groggy and suffering from
a lack of rest, dark circles formed under his eyes. Unable to sleep any longer,
his dreams edgy, Mon-El rises and walks to the mess hall, to grab himself a cup
The caffeine surging through his system, Mon-El
brightens slightly, and sits quietly at a table to watch people go about their
daily business. While he was sleeping, his subconscious didn’t have any more
success at solving his conundrum, and so Mon-El ponders over his cup of coffee
what he should do. Noticing as he sits there, that people still talk of him in a
way that implies they speak of a secret, or a rumor, Mon-El sighs and gets up
from his table, walking out of the mess hall, wandering the corridors, trying to
shut out the speech of everybody around him. Shaking his head and closing his
eyes, Mon-El turns a corner and finds himself standing next to Rika’s quarters.
Curious how he found himself there, Mon-El shrugs and decides now is the time to
get everything off of his chest.
Hitting the door panel, which would attract Rika’s
attention, Mon-El stands outside waiting for her to answer, growing more nervous
and impatient as time passes. After a few moments, the door irises open to
reveal Rika standing there, and she gives him a curious look and says, “Good day
Mon-El, would you like to come in?” Mon-El shakes his head, and Rika asks, “Why
not??” Mon-El clears his throat before saying, “It wouldn’t be proper, and its
reasons like this that people are talking about the two of us in a way they
shouldn’t.” Coughing slightly, covering his mouth with a fist, Mon-El continues,
“I just came by to give you a few answers, it won’t take long. This is very
awkward for me you must understand. I am most certainly not accustomed to
talking so openly of my feelings.”
Sighing deeply, Mon-El says, “Look, I kinda like you
alright, in a romantic way, all of my training is telling me this shouldn’t
happen, so I guess I have been pushing you away with my behavior. I don’t want
to tread on any toes either, just in case you and GuyverWarrior had anything, or
potentially could have, since I really do believe he is still alive out there
somewhere. There are rules that safeguard against this, and they are there for a
reason, so I just thought I would get this off my chest, and maybe then I can
operate normally without freaking out all the time.” Scratching his head feeling
quite awkward, Mon-El finishes by saying, “I uh think I better leave before the
crew thinks we’re doing something we’re not, have a good day.” Saying this
Mon-El salutes Rika, and goes about his business.
Sleep didn't come without a protest
this time and she dreamt peaceful dreams for once in a great while. No dreams of
attacks, no confrontations and attacks from her Commander. In fact, when she
woke up a few hours later she was rather rested, and defiantly in a better mood
than she was earlier with Mon El. Stretching, she decided it would be a good
idea to just stay in bed, lounge about and read, so she turned on the lamp
beside her bed and curled up with the book resting beside it, flipping to the
page she'd left off, propped herself on her elbow and continued reading. She
gave a contented sigh at how relaxing this was, no worries, no duties...just,
That was, until she heard the buzzer to her door and
nearly fell out of bed. "For the love of..." she mumbled as she untangled
herself from her blankets. "Just a second!" she called out and raced to the
closet, grabbing a set of her pt gear instead of trying to fight with a uniform.
Hoping on one foot and then the other she got her shorts on, nearly falling into
the door before regaining her balance and as she pulled her shirt over her head
she pushed the button to open the door with her elbow, hearing it iris open as
she smoothed out the t shirt she was now wearing. Seeing Mon El on the other
side was a bit of a surprise and trying to be polite she stepped aside and
motioned for him to come in, only to have him decline. When she asked why he
told her that it would lead to more rumors though she didn't really see that.
"You were put in charge of me from the moment I arrived
into this timeline." she said. "It'd only be expected that you'd check on me
periodically." especially since he'd never been inside her room though he'd
stopped by a couple of times even though she wasn't there.
"People still talk." he said abruptly. Giving up on
further discussion on the matter she just nodded and leaned against the circular
door frame with her arms lazily across her chest.
"So...what do I owe the pleasure of the visit." she
asked. It was apparent that the extra sleep had done her some good.
"I'm just going to get things off my chest." he said and
proceeded to give her the answers she'd been pressing him for earlier, much to
her surprise. She'd honestly expected to have to force them out of him and here
he was just spilling everything, and a lot of it caught her off guard and she
could feel her cheek bones warming up and could only imagine how she looked at
When he mentioned GW though, she closed her eyes and
exhaled slowly as she lowered her head. "GuyverWarrior is my commander. He is
responsible for me being alive, before you right now. I owe him my life and
would follow him anywhere if he asked me to. He got me out of being executed,
brought me into the GSF, trained me, looked out for me....He was always there
for me. I won't lie that I thought in the beginning that something could
happen...but he became more like a big brother as time and instruction went by.
So yes, I do talk about him a lot, and I do think of him fondly, but it's
because I owe so much to him for what he's done."
It was only after her explanation that she opened her
eyes once more to see his reaction only to have him clear his throat once more
and tell her that he was going to leave. This caught her very off guard and she
quirked a brow quickly as he saluted her and walked off rather hurriedly.
"Yeah...nice to talk to you too...." she said quietly, more than a little
confused at what had just happened. She stayed there in her doorway though for a
bit longer, her arms still folded across her chest before she pushed from the
doorway and going back into her room. It was strange to say the least as to how
he was behaving, but she guessed now that he would increase the distance between
them and she flopped down once more onto her bed though she didn't retrieve her
book and just rested her head on her pillow in deep thought as to what had just
happened and the severity as to what could happen.
She thought something seemed strange, but she didn't
think it was something so intense. "But it does explain why he's acting so
strange.." she said to herself, rolling onto her back and lacing her fingers
behind the back of her neck. She cast a look to the bracelets on her desk and
frowned. She really wanted to train, but her Suit wasn't quite repaired and she
would rather have it one hundred percent operational before she did anything
Returning to his duties, which he has
neglected for the last day, Mon-El heads to a different training room, this time
however, he will not be going over battle drills, or fighting an enemy to show
an example. He will be working in a classroom with the troops as an instructor,
teaching them how to think strategically. Striding into the classroom, his cape
billowing out elegantly behind him, Mon-El sees that there are very few officers
present at the time, and sits at a desk located at the back of the room. Pulling
up a holographic console to prepare for the lecture, Mon-El checks the time
seeing there are still a few more minutes for everyone to arrive.
Shrugging his shoulders, getting comfortable, the last
of the officers enter the room, and sit in their assigned seats, a few of them
yawning quietly, their bodies acting out in retaliation of the early morning.
Standing up and walking out in front of his deck, Mon-El raises his voice so
that all the officers can hear, and awakening those who have fallen back asleep,
“Good morning class. As you all know I am General Mon-El, and today we will be
learning a little bit more about strategy. Hopefully with these lessons you will
all learn to fight as a stronger force, and a smarter one. As most of you have
no-doubted seen or heard about, I have recently fought a simulation against a
basic Ralaruru warrior, and I got my ass handed to me. I want all of you to keep
this in mind, since you will most likely be forced into a situation like that
one day; the only way to defeat this enemy is to be smarter than they are.”
Bringing up a hologram of the battle in question that
Mon-El partook of, and subsequently lost, he begins to instruct the troops on
ways he could have fought in order to have been more effective. A head on
approach is the wrong one, he says first off, baiting the opponent with one
action and then switching to another tactic would have worked better. Secondly,
allowing his opponent any chance to prepare an attack puts the defender at a
severe disadvantage, and taking any chance to prepare a big attack of his own
only lets the Ralaruru attack first. Mon-El then stops giving the troops his own
strategies, and asks them for their opinions on how to be more strategic.
Smirking to himself, Mon-El is actually encouraging them
to learn for themselves by citing his own perceptions and opinions, knowing this
is by far the best way to learn, it is more easily accepted by the minds of the
troops. The troops ask various questions, and offer their own ideas on what to
do, Mon-El praises each one for his or her idea, and accepts some but not
others. He changes a few of the suggestions to make them more effective under
certain battle conditions. For instance, as there is no gravity in space,
jumping over someone’s attack and using body weight to counterattack, using a
dropkick for example, wouldn’t work, but would work on a planet. Furthermore, as
everything is weightless in space, objects do not have a momentum per say, their
weight plays no factor, nor does friction, since there is none, only the force
placed behind the object propels it in any given direction, and without
sustained force, the energy used to move the object would slowly bleed away to
Ending the discussion there for now, Mon-El dismisses
the entire troop back to their quarters or their respective duties, and shuts
off the hologram aides, leaving the classroom. Heading to the training room
which Ydnac runs, Mon-El enters and walks over to Ydnac, who once again is
training officers in physical combat. Mon-El being unseen to those officers who
are focusing on perfecting their combat art, dodges a few kicks he walks in
front of, swaying backwards away from them, only to receive startled glances
from the officers who threw them. Chuckling Mon-El waves a hand to the officers,
letting them know he is not upset and smiles to Ydnac and says, “Just thought
I’d let you know, the class in strategy today went well, and it’s all thanks to
you.” Saying this Mon-El stretches out his hand to shake Ydnacs hand, who smirks
back and shakes Mon-El’s hand aggressively. Ydnac, holding up a hand giving them
pause, allows them time to rest before resuming, and says, “You know me, I’m
always glad to help in any way I can. You seem like you are in a good mood
today, how is everything??” Mon-El then begins to tell Ydnac of what has
transpired over the last couple days, and Ydnac looks like he is about to have a
heart attack, despite this being impossible.