Breaking Free

'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 leader.

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 shattered.

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 realm.

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 an enemy.

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 close to.

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 Worthington, 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 Worthington, 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 Worthington, 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 memory.

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 Worthington.

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 from anywhere.

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 allied with."

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 Alliance.

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 Archangel to 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 the ship.

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 certain death.

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 Alliance, and 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 detour.

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 arms.

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 Me." she threatened.

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 the 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 positions.

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 GSF....

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 me.' she 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 host.

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 devices.

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 well-deserved rest.

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 room.

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 her foe.

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 m