An almost none emotional smile appears on his face… Biokenetic fluxuations dormant within his body seem to be the only way he is possible to emit his feelings… Pushing off the tree he looks towards the GSF base… His CM races with brilliant flashes of light, bio kinetics leaving traces of dim light from behind the medal…

Unable to comprehend the severity his situation, his mind races with complex emotions trying to understand and pin point a solution to his trial at hand… Heightened by the flux of emotions, his biokenetic energies flourish around his body… Tensing form the trauma, he moves back resting against the tree behind him once again… His pale brown eyes seem to give off a faint but visible burst of bio energy exiting from the units own eye structures… His head falls, his chin resting against his upper chest, strands of black hair falls over his face underneath the units helmet.” Why do you keep calling?”

Whispering in his mind, a word loops in repetition “Leave…” Braking threw existence; a single tear threw our reality separates the combination of bio matter with a simple human being... A single mind races threw unknown thoughts, he is unable to understands the certainty of the moment at hand, but at that moment who should care...

Bio kinetics force threw his body making him able to fully comprehend what is to happen at that moment...

Surges of energy flow threw his body causing his body to tense for brief seconds at a time… Alien armor calls out for its containment, its parallel dimension where the host has no control. It will remain within, never restless and always able to answer the call of its master...

The sounds of cracking rock, the smell of his burnt surroundings causes a more heightened and new intensity to the now unleashed metta burner, a barrier shield that soon covers him, able to make the joinment unstoppable to simple and somewhat powerful creatures... Destroying everything around him, the perfect ball of light around his body continues to push threw the ground below, picking up fragments and durries with in its vortex… As if a sword cutting threw flesh, a tear in existence occurs causing strands of matter to grasp hold of his body...

Terrified at the moment, he watches as the alien armor retracts from his body… Closing his eyes, he wants it to be over…

His body tenses as each moment; the armor lets go of his once covered body... As if in a brief moment of chaos, his body no more surrounded by the Guyver armor... Looking around, he falls to his knees, now knowing what has occurred he shakes his head in disbelief… “Some one please help me…”

Within the past base of those glorious Strike Forces of Guyver, sits a well aged man, perched behind a holo monitor that has nearly become outdated.. its year that of 8460, and yet this 23rd century technology of the current day, nearly matches or beats it.. curious how the future turns out.. reading glasses sit perched on a well defined curvature of a nose.. tiny spectacles peer out through their glassy hue.. gray streaks of misplaced hair, shower just below the forehead, as fingers beat away at a touch pad... he pauses for a moment, looking about the darkened room from his desk.. his head swivels about as though he had expectance of an individual aloof within his own dwellings.. Impossible he thinks silently to himself.. Not after all these years, bellows out within his head...

He squints his eyes to the furthest extent, then stands from his chair, grasping the side rails as he pushes himself up with a considerable amount of effort... his head falls into a gentle bow as the reading glasses slip a bit to far towards the edge of his nose.. carefully he raises a hand, and an extended digit, to reposition them within their rightful place... they glide easily back on his nose as he raises his eyes along with his bowed head, and addresses what he believes to be within his presence.. “Who goes their?” silence.. not an echo of even a voice.. a murmur from past projects somewhere down in hidden basements, but nothing new, nothing so extraordinary as too grasp the attention of one so next to ancient...fingers play about atop a metallic desk, within the darkness as he turns his head from side to side trying to take better perception of those which he may be weary of.. but there is no such beings.. its all in his head...

He presses aside the emotional under fall and falls back into his tedious workings... sitting once more at the oval desk, within the darkness.. fingers tip tapping away at an out dated key pad.... sounds tremble within the complexities of thought... fingers nimbly ease their frantic frolic.. eyes dash once more up without hesitation... immediately the elderly man stands to his feet, at full attention... monitors of holographic like display flare up from no where, projectors unseen aiding to their display... rooms, halls, and security installations appear before his eyes, each one monotonously rearranging itself in order of importance or possible annotation of escape... Nothing... he shakes his head again, shimmers of silver dancing about in his eyes, the un managed locks of hair dangling before his perceptible view....

“I do not understand..” he whispers under his breath, the feeling still holding on firmly... not leaving his side for a moment, it has to be, it just has to be... he pauses. leaning forward onto a desk which seems to give to his fatigued movement, and deliverance unto, as though it were floating.. eyes glance downward, at newly positioned keys, holographic in type as well, finger prod over textures of photonic particles as a few intentional dumps are made unto the make-believe buttons... his eyes glance feverishly upward, to the pre mentioned monitors of actions inside and outside his current complex.. Nothing.. “Professor, Bio Kinetic of grounds congruent to possible locations of Guyver, Unit-G, or host within this direct vicinity.”

A tapestry of differing hues of lights fluctuate on and off within the dim and murky halls, illuminating sections of the office at a time, but not enough to give away their mysterious appearance, only such to give hints of a possible one... the old man’s eyes dash over the screens again, until a slight beep arises audibility in the air... he stops, leans forward, squinting his eyes as his finger taps a single key over and over... all the screens presented focus inward and become one with each to for a giant center piece.. a flat holographic screen presents itself before this aged individual.. then removes his finger from that exact button, and presses it down one key..

He lightly applies pressure to the limited fixture of possible form... a three dimensional picture spreads out over the circumference of the front portion of the room, until all we see is waving stocks of dried grass... a nod is given to these circumstances, then a push on the cradle of the holographic touch pad.. it glides away, its particles dispersing in the air as though they were smoke... he steps towards the display, limping lightly to the left, and crosses frail and tattered, yet physically apt, arms over one another and nods.. “As I thought, a Guyver..” we see nothing, but the stocks of over grown fields.. the view alters, a breeze erupts, then we see what he sees, the man lying within what seems to be his grave, crying out for help, expecting a savoir out here of all places, in the middle of no where...

With in the area of the desolation, the host of the Seterusu unit, Eric Willams, lays unconscious with in his “grave.” Memories seem to run threw his damaged mind, past thoughts lost to him for the time being… Contained with in a hyperbolic chamber, regenerating his bodies strength or he was led to believe that this actual event took place… Within his dream state he remembers test being done on his body, unknown creatures standing over his sedated body cutting him open… Screaming out in to quite open air, he wakes to view his battered body… Slowly rising from the dark hovel, his weak legs help him as he uses his arms to grab hold of the top of the hole… Pulling with the last of his arm's strength, he is free from the gloomy seclusion.

Looking to the abandoned base, he walks towards it in slow strides… His arm seem to drag, not the normal sway of front to back motions… Grasping his ribs with his right hand, he stops for a moment... The Guyver’s healing factor not at the moment, kicking in… A massive Bio Kinetic out burst flows around his body, surrounds him completly; it is now almost visible to the human eye… Always wanting an explanation for this unkown force, he traveled the world… With no addable, He found nothing... When ever he trys to remember what happened to him, his mind would go blank, as if that part of his life was totally unocuring…

Moments pass by like hours for him as he finally enters the gigantic base… He looks around for a moment, basking on the abundance of technology… Walking threw the dark hallways he views everything… Now knowing that the base is empty, he resting against a wall, his back sliding due to the friction caused… He huddles himself into a ball, gently holding his knees to his face… At the moment, nothing made sence; everything with in his life was a lie… The only thing that made sense was the Guyver… He was to ignorent to now what it was, unable to comprehend his destiny…

Feeling a pushing sensation threw the back of his skin he gets up in fright… “Not again… WHO ARE YOU…” He turns around to view the area once again, hoping to catch a glimpse of the one who calls out his name… Clinching his fist, he thrusts it towards the steel alloy of the walls… Feeling a rush of unknown energy, his hand is covered in a somewhat plasmatic/energy based substance… He watches as his hand goes threw the steel, in fact melting the a hole in its place…

Raising his hand to eye view, he looks at it… He watches at the energy dissipates from his fist, leaving slight burn marks on his knuckles…

He turns back to view the hole again, “I did that…” He laughs slightly wondering what they had done to him… He shakes his head in slightly confusion, mixed with anger… Looking towards an adjacent room, he walks into it looking for a change of clothes… Looking in some draws, he finds some black baggy pants and a dark blue sweater… Taking of his clothes slowly, he manages to put the clothes on with out any pain or discomfort… He falls down onto the bed behind him, “Looks like no one is gonna be using this for a while…” Laying in the bed he falls asleep, now trapped in his dream world, the conclusion of the dream was about to begin…

His body was trapped in a HB chamber for many days, but he watched as the "creatures" much like himself began to work on another man with in there ranking at the time… He watched as they took seringes full of blood, skin samples and the basic DNA testing material… Catching full view of the man, he woke… “Was that me on the table?” He asked himself that for hours before, not knowing the paradox of the dream… Getting up from the room, he walks towards the hole in the wall… He laughs slightly lowering his body to look threw it… He notices another being, an older man with in the other room… He calls out to him “Hey! Can you see me here?” He tries to smile at him, but all he could muster was a grin…

An old mans eyes dash over instrumentation so advanced that you are surprised the man has reached the ripe old age without getting a new body or something to that extend. Fingers splay, placed preciously atop his chin, rubbing into the defined crevices of that same chins dimple. The man bows his head, shaking it lightly from left to right, his right hand dropping from his chin and dashing against his side. “Oh, how long it has been since I have seen one of these..” he pauses within his words, his lips closing. Lips etches in years of rotting and nearly chapped skin, lightly wrinkle over one another, scraping their jagged outer edges in a slightly audible sound.

Hands hold firmly before each other, slowly coming together in a feeble attempt to grasp. His head continues a familiar falter as it shakes back and forth very tediously in its predicate to an absurdly slow state. well defined shards of hair, raspy in texture and composition, grace his features, flowing back and forth over his forehead. he takes a rather large step back... his head ending its monotonous shakes as he glances to the left. lifting a right hand and digit from its previously mentioned embrace. he singles to a far off computer, or perhaps personnel, nothing that can be seen is the only that's important for us to know.

A slow trots takes over his feet as he makes his way to another side of this massive room. eyes roar forward, glancing up with the apprehension of a lowered brow, furrowed features scanning over technical information in a observant manner. he nods again, lifting his head and looking back to the simulation.

something besides the grass moves. a being nestled within the glade stands to his feet and screams for others of this world that don't seem to occupy it at the same time. the old man raises his brows, lifting his neck further, speaking out to the computer this time rather then keying in possible procedures for which it is too follow, perhaps this is a way to deal with the perversion of desolated time. Ever since the first Revyug’s starting showing their faces, the Guyvers just seemed to turn. “Professor, what is that?” lights flash from panels and holo projection systems, sparkling a flutter of variant hues across the texture of his face, and illuminating differing sections of space within the metallic office. the visions of vibrant and radiant alterations of color, comes to a quick and abrupt halt. lips part slightly, anticipating the information to come, eyes glancing to the side and at a glade, one he which called his own, a single man’s stands to his feet, groggy within recollection. the computer tunes in, breaking the moment of apprehension.

the elderly man’s eyes grow larger his pupils seeming froze with fear or delight, the right edge of his lip lifting as he blinks in disbelief at what he is about to hear, “Unit-G is reported to be located in sector Alpha Beta 10-45. Possible advancement in said G-Unit, likely. Alternating currents of high amplitudes of bio kinetic energy, present. Unable to specify intent or motive. Will there be anything else?” the computer responds in a clear and naturally human tone. the elderly man’s eyes wince, he leans closer to the projection, watching every minute detail which is entitled in it.

suddenly he shifts his gaze, walking promptly to a near by desk, always keeping an eye on the holo projection behind him. “Computer, interaction control pad, my left right center.” as his words end a simple bleep singles the computers response to his question. a holo graphic display pad appears at the destination he had re-question. at about chest height and three feet in front of him, as the prerequisite of programming has taught it. he prods a left digit forward, taping aimlessly atop its non existent mass. He ponders, watching the meager babbling of a unit unable to cope with his own existence. as it enters his home he keeps an eye to it, watching it closely so that it may not discover or harm. “Sir you still haven't specified a response, what am I to do about the intruder?”

yet he still remains mute to its pleas, thinking it not a priority at this point. after going on like this for about thirty seconds of furious typing upon the holo graphically projection touch pad, he stops, lifts his head, and allows word to flow freely from his lips. “Don't let him get passed the fourth level.” a smile reaches over to the left side of his pallet now, forming more of a smug smile then a smug remark. he stands, pushing the imaginary touch pad away, causing photonic luster to disappear and fade away. his hands restlessly wipe down his pants, trying to clean off the dirt he feels is imbedded in his flesh, but truly it is his soul. he cant get rid of that impurity so easily, so instead he sub consciously tries to rid himself of it. If only he had done his Job, it wouldn't be like this now. “As you wish Sir.” the animated voice replies.

The old and ravaged man nods in a visual reply, knowing the computation system will understand his remark. he takes a few steps back, turning then resting his wearied arms on the surface of his desk.. he leans against asking questions to the computer again, his tied body not wanting to deal with this as of just yet. “What are the odds he's hostile?” lights sporadically alter the hue in differing portions of the room, changing the congruent formation of shadows. it fades, darkness once more prevails, then an answer. “Very likely.” it replies, colder in tone then before, seeming to loathe this as much as the old man. “We know what has to be done then, don’t we?” he ask the computer, as though it had any choice. “Yes Sir.”

a hole unravels within the metallic structure of the wall. an adjacent structure to the one which holds the sleeping Unit. noxious fumes are then released, the type that wake such a sleeping beast. holo graphic emitters project into that adjacent area a lone figure, an impersonation of a younger Zenshou, Eric’s host for the evening. as the young lad wakes from his prematurely ended sleep, he peers through this manifestation of metallic composition, and views what Zenshou wants him to view. too simple of question is ask. Zenshou recoils within his own cambers, sliding back into the ease of his chair, he voices his opinions through the computer, carefully laying the choreography for the scene. “Of Course I do” the image replies, “Question is, why is it you still see me?”

A distant voice seems to flow with in his mind as he looks towards the elderly man threw the hole created by this childish reaction. Shaking his head he is uncertain on what to do at this point, losing everything his has nothing left to gain but his own death. Threw death itself he could find out the answers to his questions, but would be unable to change his own destiny. Pulling his hand out of the hole, he turns away from the man. His mind races with different scenarios. Could this man be real, or could it be another traumatic hallucination caused by stress. Unable to come to a conclusion, he takes leave to the shelter. Throwing himself onto the bed he places his hands behind his head somewhat cradling it.

(( I don’t get this… I just need some answers…)) closing his eyes, he tries to communicate with the Guyver within the lost base. The organism within his back seems to lay motionless, the throbbing sensation unfelt at the moment. Taking his hand from behind his head, he slams it against the bed; he then gets up with a rage with limited composure. As if in a tangible form, luminescent blue strands seem to flow from his once calm eyes. The lack of light seems to darken his pale eyes, allowing the light itself to be clearly seen. Getting up from his bed he walks black to the hallway.

(( Unknown emotions seem to flow within the distant mind, where nothing is the same as it used to be. Lost feelings and memories lay dormant, but awake in times of pain and aguish. His mind, a child’s playground where as every memory is thrown to the ground, and played with. Manipulated to whatever form suites the child. One is lost to the obscurity of that one single event played over and over again, but each time, one part is changed. It is felt, as ones life was nothing more than a lie… It is one up to that one, who has to come to that conclusion but only if they are ready to seek truth. Virtue is lost when that truth does not live up to one expectation…))

Falling to his knees, he holds his head. The transmission itself making each electrical current threw his brain, cause unwanted discharges. His unit itself could be the cause of his lack of energy and emotional output. Getting up he shakes his head, allowing strands of hair to fall over his face, masking his now pale white face. Once again, strong energy seems to flow around his form allowing his body to be surrounded by a pale blue light. Each emotion felt allows his him to awaken an unknown power within him. Walking threw the passageways; he looks around for any entrances or rather, an elevator.

Finding a black door to his right side, he reaches over to grab hold of the doorknob. Grasping it, he tries to turn it, the door not wanting to move. “What the hell his this?” Allowing himself to gain composure, he turns around and begins to walk off. Within that second, he raises his right leg up to his side, the ground below him crumbling with in the moment. An unknown flux of energy surround his whole leg, most of the energy moving towards his foot. Thrusting it towards the door, his left foot seems to crush the ground below with unnoticeable energy. His foot is surrounded by a dim blue flame that inches away, begins to melt the metal off the door. Once contact is made, the door is pushed off the hinges with the sheer fury of his unknown power. Flying towards the wall behind it, it crushes and smashes threw it. “Ok… Now that’s out of the way… Looks like I’m moving on up…”