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