7:23:30
Sho clenched his hand into a fist
under the table and gathered what shreds remained of his patience. “As I have
said before, I have been a Guyver for-“
“About two years now, yes, you’ve said
that already.” His liaison, though maybe interrogator was a better term, had a
gruff, gravelly voice. And also the capacity to make every single syllable he
spoke sounds unbelieving. “The problem is we’ve never even heard of you before
and now you just conveniently show up at our doorstep just as this so called War
Relic is discovered by Chronos.”
Sean turned away from the one-way
mirror in disgust. Silently he left the packed observation bay and headed
towards the commissary to find some coffee.
“Hey Sean! Wait up!”
He turned to see Jason extricating
himself from the bigwigs as well. Together they made their way down to the
mostly empty cafeteria on the next floor. Jason grabbed a carafe for them both
as Sean found prepackaged Danish that tasted bad enough to be a strategic weapon
of deterrence. However the coffee was black and hot and managed to wash the
taste out of his mouth.
“You know Jason; I’m really surprised
Sho has managed to sit there as long as he has. If it was me, I’d have been
busting up the place by now.” Sean managed to tamp down his irritation enough to
keep the conversation civil, knowing that Jason had no say in what was standard
operating procedure these days.
“I know Sean, and by the look on his
face that may indeed be what he ends up doing. I wish things were different. But
you’re going to have to be ready to help contain him if things get out of hand
in there. We just have to be sure of his intentions and unfortunately this is
the only way we can do it in a hurry. And if he’s right about his War Relic then
we need to get moving like yesterday.” Jason sighed and shrugged noncommittally.
“It’s not the warmest of welcomes, I know. But it’s the safest one.”
“But all he really wants is my help.”
Sean said; clearly frustrated by the situation.
“All the more reason to be sure of his
intentions, losing you will all but cost us the war.”
“I know but he did save my life and
he’s a Guyver for god’s sake.”
“So was Crane, Sean we just have to be
sure.” Jason sighed again, “Besides it should be over soon any-“
Yells from the hallway brought them
both to their feet, coffee forgotten as they bolted for the door. The hallway
was full of people, both military and a few civilians who were brought to a halt
by the same shouts that had alerted the two of them. The commotion echoed out of
the doorway leading to the stairs. A moment later Sho stormed out of the
stairwell and headed away from them. Sean almost called out to him, but hadn’t
done more than draw a breath when two armored MP’s burst from the stairwell in
pursuit.
“Sir! You must return to the
debriefing room!” One of them spoke with a dangerous and forceful tone as
the other mumbled into a shoulder radio mike.
“I’ve had it with your debriefings!
I’ve had it with your insinuations! I’ve had it with you all!” Sho didn’t even
look back as he ignored the weapons pointed not quite at him, but not quite away
either. He was however, brought to a halt by the three other marines that
suddenly rounded the corner down the hall and blocked his progress.
He remained silent for a moment as he
studied the men in front of him. “Get out of my way.” The words were spoken
near tonelessly, and with a sense of quiet menace behind them that made the
hairs on the back of Sean’s neck stand on end. He started forward. He had to
stop this!
A hand closed on his shoulder and
pulled him back. The Major who had been interrogating Sho pulled him back and
shook his head. His warning glare silently took in both Sean and Jason that they
were not to interfere with this. Jason took Sean’s other shoulder and pulled him
back another step, motioning for him to be quiet. The look in the agent’s eyes
was suddenly guarded and unreadable.
“We can’t do that Sir. Our orders are
that you are to be detained until you can be ascertained to be no threat to us.”
The marines all went to a higher degree of readiness, weapons brought to the
ready, though not yet trained on their target. “Please return to the debriefing
room, otherwise we are authorized to use force!”
Sho stepped to the middle of the
hallway. The set of his shoulders was that of extreme fury yet his voice, if
anything, grew even icier. “Are you people crazy, you do realize I’m a
Guyver!?... Fine then your job is done! I’m possibly the greatest threat on this
continent right now if you don’t get out of my way! If I’m going to be treated
like an enemy, then I’ll have no compunction in defending myself. So your force
better be greater than mine, because if you’re not going to take the current
threat seriously, then I have to get back to those who will!”
The marines came to full alert,
weapons now trained on their target. Sho tensed, ready for instant action.
Sean gulped, fearing he might have to
fight Sho.
And then a voice, speaking in fluent
Japanese brought Sho around in surprise. The Major that had been questioning him
stepped forward, waving the marines to stand down as he continued to speak
gravely to the young Japanese man. Sho’s eyes narrowed as he responded shortly
in the same language.
Sean had no idea what was being said,
but after a few moments of tense discussion he watched Sho slowly begin to
relax. The Major then surprised both Sean and Sho by offering a proper Japanese
bow of respect before turning, and without another word, departed along with the
guards. The other people quietly and quickly dispersed as well, leaving Sho,
Sean and Jason as the only occupants of the hall.
“Well Sho, I have both apologies and
congratulations to offer I guess.” Jason said as he stepped forward to offer his
hand, “Apologies that we had to push you so far and congratulations that you
passed the test.”
Sean gaped silently at Jason’s back,
“Test!?”
Jason turned to glance at his friend,
and grinned at his expression, “Yes, test… and I’m just glad it worked,
considering we had no procedure concerning vetting any Guyvers that suddenly
appears. The General made the decision to continue as I had started and see how
you reacted. It was a risk but we surmised that a quisling would try to alter
his story to be more palatable instead of sticking with it in the face of such
suspicion.” He brought his attention back to Sho, still offering his hand.
“You stuck to your story, even when it
might have hurt your case. And even when mad enough to scare the crap out of
hardened marines, you didn’t really try to harm anyone. Those two points do a
lot to reassure us. Again, my apologies, but we had to be sure. And if you’re
right about that War Relic we had to be sure fast and this was the quickest way.
No hard feelings I hope?”
Sho remained unresponsive for a moment
longer, before with a sigh of released breath he took the offered hand. “No, no
hard feelings… if I were in your position, I’d probably have had to do the same
thing.” He smiled, tight and humorlessly, but it was a start. Jason smiled back
and shook hands firmly.
“Welcome to the ACTF Sho, I’m Jason
O’Conner. You already know Sean. Since I serve as Liaison between the military
and our… Guyver ally, it was decided that I’d serve as yours as well. I’m sure
you must have questions, I’ll answer all I can.” He gestured back towards the
cafeteria, and ushered his charges, old and new, to the table that they had
hastily vacated moments before.
Naval Ground Weapons Testing
Facility
7:12:18
The day was incongruously bright and
unseasonably warm as the ACTF finished pulling out of the burned out remains of
the facility. The Zoanoid attack had caused too much damage for their limited
resources to repair. Also, with the final security checks of the old Chronos
facility in Washington DC completed, it was determined to be strategically sound
to occupy the facility as being more defensible then the current military bases.
So it was that Sho and Sean watched as
the last transport rumbled out the abandoned gate, and they were alone.
“Why exactly are we here, Sho?” Sean
asked, “I mean… you said we we’re going to do some sparring, but why did we need
an empty base to do that?”
Sho smiled tightly, “There’s a lot
more to the Guyver than you think. That’s why we need space. From what you’ve
told me, you know about the mega smashers, the vibration blades, and the head
laser. But you didn’t know what I meant by pressure cannon or sonic busters.
So, we’re here to teach you what you’re missing. Besides it will take a few days
for your ACTF to prepare a strike team strong enough to help us go after the War
Relic. So it’s best we use the time to help hone your skills for the battle
we’re sure to face, otherwise you might not survive your next encounter with a
hyper zoanoid.”
Sean nodded in silent agreement,
knowing from Sho that the Zerebubuth that had nearly killed him wasn’t even the
most dangerous of the Hyper Zoanoids. The two Guyvers then moved apart before
activating their units... It was strange for them both when they summoned their
units. The twin blast fields revealing similar Guyvers. While both blue, there
were a few noticeable differences. Sean was more mottled in shade, his unit
seeming more organic than Sho’s, which had cleaner, more defined curves, and was
a solid smooth blue.
< Can you hear me Sean? >
Sean jerked at the voice in his head.
“What the f… Is that you Sho?”
Sho chuckled, nodding. < It’s me
Sean; we can communicate telepathically through the organisms on our backs.
>
< This is so weird! Can you hear
me? > Sean’s mind voice was tentative but clear.
< I can indeed; this is how I keep
in touch with Agito even from this distance. You may not be able to contact him
yet, you two haven’t met. But now we’ll be able to keep in touch regardless of
distance. >
Sean grinned under his armor, < I
talked with a Relic once; it seemed to understand me, is this something similar?
>
< Yes, though Relics communicate
directly with your control medal. You’ll have to tell me how you ran into a
Relic, but that’s for later. Right now, let’s see what else you can do. >
To Sean’s amazement, the other Guyver
then floated as casually as could be into the air. “You can fly!?”
< So can you Sean, the orb at your
waist controls gravitational forces. Focus on it and think about going up. >
Sean hesitated for a moment before
doing as he was told. He twitched as he felt his feet leave the ground and lost
his concentration, dropping back to the tarmac. Staggering forward as he tried
to right himself, he felt his face warm with embarrassment. Concentrating again,
he lifted from the ground, this time maintaining it as he began to grin under
his armor.
Sho laughed as the dark blur that was
Sean shot upwards passed him at speed. Still chuckling he took off in pursuit.
< Well, a game of tag then? > He felt Sean’s elation as an almost
palpable thing, and found that he partly shared it. He’d never been able to
just fly. And it struck him what an enjoyable thing it was as he spiraled up
around Sean into the clear sky. To the left, the Atlantic sparkled in the sun,
while all around the vast countryside of New England grew smaller beneath them.
They engaged in a playful game of cat and mouse, Sho being the prey as they tore
across the sky at ever increasing speed.
Into this Sho began to inject martial
arts, as it slowly became more of an aerial sparring match. His impression of
Sean’s skills was that they were decent, if unimaginative. Still Sean had
quickly become mobile enough to keep himself in one piece once Sho stopped
holding his punches. He still had Sean heavily on the defensive when suddenly a
vibration blade whined through the air. He dropped back as Sean completed the
defensive slash, panting for breath under his armor.
< Oh geez! Sho are you alright?!
>
Sho kept his distance, as he made sure
he hadn’t been hit. < I still seem to be in one piece, no damage, > He
replied wryly.
< Man I’m sorry. Geez, it’s like it
just happened on its own! >
Sho nodded and signaled for them to
land, dropping back towards the landing field. < Don’t worry about it Sean.
The Guyver has a certain amount of defensive reflex. I think you were probably
a little panicked trying to keep up with my attack and it reacted by activating
the weapon automatically. >
Sean touched down a few dozen yards
away. < Well, that makes sense, but I could have decapitated you! >
Sho grinned and extended his own
blades before he sprinted directly for the other Guyver. < Let’s see! >
He called mentally as the distance between him and Sean disappeared. Sean
recovered quickly, his other blade extending as they met in a clash of sonic
shrieks.
Their battle grew fierce and Sho
marveled at Sean’s ability with the blades. He was quick! Coming out with
whirling attacks and slashes that Sho was hard pressed to block or avoid. Soon
he was panting for breath as he swept Sean’s feet out from under him and dodged
back. Sean regained his feet and charged, Sho setting himself for the attack. He
dodged the blade that whistled in at his chest.
He grunted as he felt a knee slam into
his gut, lifting his feet off of the ground. He sensed the blade coming before
he saw it and twisted nimbly aside as it scythed through the space he had just
occupied. The blow he landed in the meantime was a lot more solid, the edge of
his hand slamming into Sean’s throat. He had the satisfaction of hearing the
American gurgle in surprise as Sho’s arm snaked in to wrap around his neck.
Sho heaved, bracing himself as his
strength pulled the other Guyver off his feet, flipping him up and over in a
carefully balanced throw that flung him down in a heap. Sean tried to roll with
the impact and ended up crouched on one knee, panting for breath, poised for
defense from any further attack.
But there was no other incoming
assault. Sho stood panting as well, feeling quite a few slashes to his armor
twinge as they slowly healed. < Time for a breather Sean. . . But wow,
you’re good with the swords. Don’t retract your armor; little exertions like
this won’t tire you for long. > He watched as Sean relaxed and began to
laugh between breaths.
< Well, you’re a lot tougher to hit
than anyone I’ve fought before… I mean, Hell! A Guyver Zoanoid wasn’t as hard!
>
Sho straightened, “A Guyver Zoanoid?
Chronos has a Guyver? And it’s a Zoanoid!”
Sean shook his hand and brushed aside
Sho’s sudden concern with a wave. “Nah, they don’t have it anymore... I
killed Crane when I kept that relic out of Chronos’ hands. Mega smashed his ass
through a mountain, deactivated his control medal and buried it under a couple
thousand tons of rubble when I freed the relic.”
Sean stood up and moved to sit against
a convenient pile of rubble. “So, how many Guyvers are there?”
Sho came over to stand beside him. It
felt so weird to hold a casual conversation in his armor, almost surreal. “Mine
was the first unit activated in Japan, as such my codename is Guyver 1. Guyver 2
was an agent for Chronos, and I killed him. Guyver 3 is Agito, who is keeping
things going in Japan. Other than that, we know of no other units, save for
yours, and as you say, the dead Guyver Zoanoid. Which reminds me, what do you
call yourself?”
Sean glanced up at him, “Huh?”
Sho grinned, such an amusing and
thoroughly American response that. “Well, we can’t really call you ‘Sean
Barker’ going into battle! You’re a relative unknown, and should stay that way.
So, what’s your code name? Guyver 0? Since you’re apparently a little ‘older’
than me? Guyver 4? What do you want to call yourself?”
Sean nodded and leaned back,
apparently mulling it over. Then he began to chuckle. “Well, since I’m the
only Guyver in the States... Call me Guyver US.”
Sho laughed a weirdly distorted sound
through his armor. “Well then, Guyver US. Let’s see what else you can do!”
They continued sparring for most of
the afternoon. Sean proved passably adept with the pressure cannon, once he knew
how to control it. Though he had difficulty concentrating enough to fly and use
it at the same time. He excelled with the sonic busters, and Sho privately
thought he might have a greater attack radius with the weapon than he or Guyver
3 did. He surmised that the smaller orbs on either side of Sean’s mouth might be
secondary sonic emitters. He found the change from the norm intriguing, much
like Agito’s additional blades.
It was shading towards evening when
they rested, deactivating their armor for a true breather. Sho told most of his
own story, and in return Sean had told him his. Sean had grown increasingly
quiet during the last hour, as if coming to some important decision.
“Sho… I’ve got a favor to ask.”
Sho looked up and nodded. “Sure Sean,
what can I do for you?”
Sean remained silent a moment before
finally he sighed. “It’s about Cori… She’s way up in the mountains and
considering the news you brought; I probably won’t get a chance to see her again
for a while. I was wondering… do you think you could cover for me, back at base
I mean?”
Sho considered this… and part of him
was amused by the way Sean squirmed. But he was too fair-minded to prolong it
more then necessary. “How far away is she?” He asked finally.
Sean relaxed a little. “She’s up in
the Pocono’s in Northern Pennsylvania, a little over 200 miles away.”
Sho smiled, the soft urgency in Sean’s
voice was touching. And in the end, who would it hurt? “You can be there in
about an hour then. I’ll keep in touch if we have any problems tonight… and if
anything and I mean anything goes wrong, you’ll better be calling
me immediately. Agreed?”
Sean readily agreed, having been
steeling himself for another ‘it’s really not advisable’ response, just like he
got from everyone else. “Thanks Sho… I owe you one for this.”
Sho chuckled as he stood and moved
away from the pile of rubble. “I’m sure you’ll repay it soon enough. GUYVER!
Now get out of here, though try and be back early enough to avoid awkward
questions. I’d rather not end up on the receiving end of a gun again for this.”
The humming crackle of the blast field
and the distortion of his unit didn’t mask his words as he slowly lifted off.
Behind him, a second flash and crack was followed by the receding presence of
Guyver US as he flew off to the North. Guyver 1 returned to the main ACTF base,
wondering what Cori was like, and thinking privately, deep inside where no one
else could possibly hear, of Mitzuki.
He knew he loved her. He’d had a crush
on her, an infatuation, all through school. Her brother had seen right through
him of course. Tetsuro had teased him mercilessly about it, but had never tried
to put him off; maybe thinking they were a good pair.
Everything had changed when he found
the Guyver unit. Suddenly it was as if he wasn’t entirely human anymore. And he
killed. He had to, he never wanted to…but he was a killer nonetheless.
He squeezed his eyes shut against the
burning tears. And his dream of him and Mitzuki ever sharing a life together had
had to die. And as Chronos became more and more powerful, he had tried to
divorce their lives from each other, tried to get away from her, to protect her
from what he was.
But however he tried, whatever he did,
Fate kept throwing them back together, and he was forced to fight to defend her.
And in the end, if he ever admitted it to himself, that was the only reason he
fought. That was the world he fought for… not for himself, he had already seen
too much bloodshed, a lot of it shed by his own hands. He wanted it for Mitzuki,
Sweet, innocent, utterly beautiful Mitzuki. He fought to create a world in which
she would be safe, and happy. It was the only gift he could hope to give her
now.
And he would not rest until that world
existed, or he was dead. That was the legacy of the Guyver, unrelenting, no
quarter asked or given.
Onward Guyver 1 flew, his resolve
hardening again, his momentary weakness bottled up again behind it along with
the battered soul of one Sho Fukamachi. Chronos or him, one would die, so the
other’s dreams might live…
7:08:40
Jason was not happy with Sho’s
explanation of why he returned without Sean. If truth be told, the thought of
Sean out there alone brought him close to panic. What if there were more of
these so-called hyper-zoanoids out there, just waiting for him?!
Sho had eyed him with something of a
blend of amusement and annoyance. What zoanoid could catch a Guyver traveling at
close to 300 miles per hour? A Zoalord perhaps, but Zoalords never fronted
attacks if they could help it. And they were seemingly not overly concerned with
the relatively minor annoyance posed by the ACTF, focused as they were on
excavating the War relic they had found. And since Sean had never manifested
flight powers before, who would ever be looking ‘up’ for him?
All these were valid points, but it
annoyed Jason even more. Part of it was his own stubbornness he knew. But he had
worked closely with Sean for months now, and he felt somewhat betrayed that Sean
hadn’t thought to check with him about this.
Then Sho had outguessed him again and
swept his feet out from under him, figuratively speaking. “Would you
have let him go if he’d asked?” The younger man had asked point blank. “Or would
there have been a lot of evasions and delays, and general ‘if you sit up and eat
your peas’ type statements?” Sho had retorted tartly.
Jason resented the sarcasm, but
couldn’t help but see the point. Sean was an important individual, but he was
also human under all that armor, with a human’s needs. Grudgingly he lost the
argument as gracefully as he could.
Sho returned to his assigned quarters,
to find an unexpected gift awaiting him. There was no name on the small packet,
but it did have a hand written note attached. Opening the package, he was
surprised to find a small pouch of green tea leaves, and the familiar scent of
Japanese Sencha. He blinked in surprise, curbing his delight as he opened the
note. Printed neatly in Japanese was the inscription. ‘For those who do not
drink coffee, army bases are dull places.’
Sho found himself grinning as he
breathed in the fragrant scent. He had not had a decent cup of tea since coming
to this country. He was somewhat startled by how much he found he missed it. How
much he missed home. Closing the little packet again, he slipped it into his
pocket as he left the room in search of the cafeteria.
Sho sipped at his tea, the taste was
still off. These Americans seemed to enjoy only scalding hot, or ice cold
beverages! It had taken him awhile to get the temperature he preferred. And a
Styrofoam cup only added to the grievance! Still, it was better than nothing and
it tasted so good after a long deprivation. He briefly considered attempting to
make another cup before a soldier with the rank insignia of Corporal walked up
beside his table.
“Can I help you?” Sho asked
noncommittally as the soldier saluted smartly. This corporal looked vaguely
familiar somehow. His uniform was freshly pressed, the creases looking sharp
enough to cut. Grey eyes piercing in their clarity below a newly shaved military
haircut, the edges still razor fine. He smiled.
“You already did, my friend.” He
dropped onto the table a roll of harness from which the familiar stock of the
Zoanoid Buster protruded. “You got us out of a very tight scrape… and I just
wanted to thank you for it.”
Sho just stared at the harness, and
then up at the man who when last they had met, sported an outrageous Mohawk. The
soldier noticed the direction of his gaze and raised a hand to brush over the
short bristle of hair still on his head. “Yeah, that was one of the most
annoying disguises I’ve ever tried! And in the end, I needn’t have bothered.” He
then held out his hand in a civilian handshake.
“Corporal Jeff Morgan, Sir, US Army
Special Forces.”
Sho accepted the offered hand, and the
strong grip of the shake. He smiled with genuine pleasure. “Sho Fukamachi,
Japanese Resistance.” He replied. He had the pleasure of seeing the officer
blink in confusion.
“You’re not the ACTF Guyver?”
Sho smiled as he began straightening
out the harness, checking over the weapon. “No, I’m not.” He was surprised at
the condition of the Zoanoid Buster. Despite its heavy use, at least four more
shells than he had fired were missing, it was pristine. He glanced up at the
Corporal, arching an eyebrow.
The soldier smiled and shrugged. “It’s
a habit, I’m a bit OCD, and so I always clean the weapons I use. And may I say
that is one fine piece of craftsmanship. I’ve never seen anything like it, even
if it does kick like a mule!” Jeff gestured to the seat opposite to Sho, “Mind
if I join you for awhile before I have to report?”
They spent another quarter of an hour
catching up on events after they had separated. The Corporal had managed to
keep the group together and moving. Despite their ragtag looks, they were all
highly trained soldiers and had managed to make it to one of the ACTF’s forward
sentry posts fairly quickly. It was here that Chronos finally caught up with
them and they had helped repel a zoanoid assault force.
Jeff was full of praise for the Zoa-buster.
Citing it as the reason they were still breathing. There had been another hyper
zoanoid in the attack. From the description it sounded like a Thancrus type. It
was busy slicing up an ACTF armored soldier when he blew it away from behind
with a well-aimed headshot. The story was a good telling, and it held Sho’s
interest because the description was so different to his own experiences. He was
realizing just how much trouble even these primitive zoanoids were to normal
humans.
Soon enough, Jeff had to report for
duty. And Sho, growing tired after the long day, headed to his room. The Zoanoid
Buster was snug back into its velvet case until needed as Sho collapsed onto the
bed with a sigh, and sank into much needed sleep. He managed to get a reasonably
good rest before a marine banging on the door jolted him upright in bed…
Sean shot through the deepening dusk,
the wind whistling around him as he skimmed the tops of trees. God! To be
flying! He had never thought it possible to experience one’s childhood
fantasies. But this was definitely one of them come true! As he traveled he
experimented with his mobility, learning how to ‘push’ to change direction. He
streaked into a sharp ascent, climbing high into the atmosphere with a crow of
exhilaration.
As he leveled out at a couple thousand
feet up, he gazed down on the countryside beneath him. Okay, he recognized the
road and a few of the landmarks that led to the tiny hiking trail. And the trail
went a good 2 or 3 miles up into the hills. He grinned as he got his bearings,
dropping rapidly towards the ground as he recognized the little clearing he was
looking for.
He took the landing at speed, letting
his legs flex to take the impact even as the ground compressed beneath his feet.
His hyper sensors came alive with warning as he sensed weapons pointed in his
direction.
Four hidden turrets popped out of the
ground with auto aiming chain-guns around the cabin’s perimeter, with two
quickly locking on his position. This was quickly followed by the appearance of
four marines who quickly came into view from their hiding places. One of them
carried a M1014 Combat Shotgun; two carried M4A1 Carbine assault riffles
equipped with 203 40mm grenade launchers, while the fourth toted a SMAW
(Shoulder-Launched Multipurpose Assault Weapon) anti-armor rocket launcher. One
look at the arsenal pointed at him made Sean’s skin prickle. He had no doubt
that that sort of ordnance could damage even him.
“It’s alright! It’s Sean!”
Someone from within the cabin yelled to the marines.
A moment later the chain-gun turrets
deactivated and returned to their hidden positions. The other marines quickly
followed suit and lowered their weapons.
Another Marine soon stepped out of the
cabin and yelled, “Sean! When did you become Superman, huh?” It
was the same voice that had spoken before and Sean couldn’t help but grin.
“My first day doing it Jake, man…
some things have changed since last we had contact!” He closed his eyes,
and willed his armor away. Feeling it peeling away, vanishing back into wherever
it went when not in use. When Sean opened his eyes, it was just in time for him
to set himself ready for the impact.
Cori seemed to almost launch off the
rickety porch, the force of her pounce nearly knocking him off his feet, her
arms nearly squeezing his breath away. And the rest of the world fled as he lost
himself in the feel of her in his arms, his face buried in her hair as he held
her just as tight. “Hi.” He murmured quietly.
“Hi stranger,” She murmured back, and
he could tell in her voice she was smiling as she said it. “So what’s a guy like
you doing out in these boonies?”
He grinned as he kissed her forehead.
“Looking for a girl like you, of course,” He glanced over the top of her head
and gave Jake a glare for the sappy smile on his face. The marine backed away,
hands raised to fend that glare off, though the boyish grin didn’t dissipate one
bit.
Cori seemed to remember they weren’t
alone either and reluctantly let him go, throwing a glare of her own at the
marines who, shouldering their weapons, headed back around the corner of the
cabin whistling innocently.
Everything was better up here he mused
over dinner, the air, the food, most definitely the company. Cori was telling
him all about her work. The research she was doing on artifacts taken from the
caves surrounding the relic they had encountered. As his eyes slowly glazed over
she gave him an annoyed look. “Are you even listening to me?”
“No, I was looking at you.” He
replied, enjoying the sudden delicate flush that crept over her cheeks. He
grinned, his egghead of a girlfriend sometimes forgot how drop-dead gorgeous she
was. Even in a rustic setting like the cabin, wearing old clothes and no makeup.
“Oh you!” She turned away, not hiding
the pleased smile very well. Sean had discovered early on how useful a properly
timed complement could be. Washing up from dinner took a minimum of fuss and the
crackling of the fire provided the only sound, as Cori lay snuggled against him
on the couch. His arms kept her close against him as he nuzzled at the side of
her neck.
And for a few precious hours, all was
right with the world.
Sean slipped away from Cori’s sleeping
form, tucking the covers around her to keep off the chill. He wished he could
stay longer but he knew Sho had probably taken some heat for letting him go in
the first place, and he didn’t want to abuse that. He paused as he dressed;
taking a moment to just watch Cori as she slept on.
He had told her everything; even those
things that he knew would have made Jason rail at him about national security
and the need for secrecy. But he had always talked things out with Cori. She was
a good sounding board and her insight was oft times able to nudge him back onto
the right line of thought if he was too wrapped up in being disgruntled.
This time, she totally agreed with him
that he needed to go help Sho, but he had tripped off the argument when he
flatly refused her desire to come as well. It wasn’t much of a fight; she had
always been able to out-debate him. And she had some very valid points; very few
people had her understanding of her father’s work.
Marcus Edwards had been a Chronos
Archeologist, and a Zoanoid. But beyond that he had been one of the foremost
archeologists on what were now known as Creator artifacts. His notes and
journals had provided insight into Creator-era humanity. His work had been
scoffed at in mainstream archeology circles. He had been considered a publicity
hound and crank. But in the end, the truth turned out to be even more disturbing
then he ever made it out to be.
Sean slipped out of the bedroom and
crept silently to the door. Marcus had been killed trying to protect his
daughter from the Zoanoid Crane. Defying his ‘masters’ at the last, to save his
‘little girl’. Sean honored the man’s memory, and had finally had to capitulate
enough to agree to bring up the subject of Cori’s inclusion in the mission with
General Carter.
He stepped out onto the porch, waving
off the guard who appeared to check on the movement. It was the darkest part of
night, right before dawn came and he shivered at the chill breeze, his breath
fogging. The flash of his unit activating was brief, and hopefully would not
wake Cori as he waved to the marines that had come to watch him leave. They
saluted smartly, and Sean felt a wry amusement at the accolade. He was a
civilian as such they didn’t have to salute.
It was then that the call came
through.
< Sean, can you hear me? >
Guyver US turned his head towards the
sound of the voice in his head.
< Sho! I’m on my way, is anything
up? >
Quickly he took off, rising up into
the overcast blackness of the night sky. The weather was growing chancy, and it
looked like perhaps snow would be coming at last he mused. And then Sho
replied, and his attention was diverted to things much more important.
< They’ve found a Chronos base;
they think it’s the one that fielded the force that attacked the test facility.
It’s located downtown in a city named Boston. Do you know it? >
Guyver US increased his speed as he
adjusted his course. < Yeah, Boston, Massachusetts, right? >
There was a slight pause, and Sean
grinned, imagining Sho asking directions.
< That is correct; I’m going with
the ground force since I don’t know the way. They’re arranging a full out
assault, now that they have a larger force of Blue armors. But they want us to
run point. Our ETA is about an hour and a half. Can you meet us there? >
< I’m on my way Sho. Let me know
once you get there, I can use you as a reference point to find you. >
He heard Sho’s chuckle even through
his mind voice. < You’ve got it, Guyver US. >
Back at the cabin, the guards remained
on duty. Unaware that Sean was off to do battle. It was about an hour later when
Cori was jolted awake by gunfire and the explosion of a rocket. The bass thrum
reports of automatic turret chain-gun weapons and the high rapid reports of
machine guns firing at full speed. She felt next to her, and the place where
Sean had laid wasn’t warm anymore. He must have left, she realized as she
fumbled for her clothes.
Dressing hurriedly she secured the
handgun that was kept in her nightstand. Not that she knew more then how to
point and shoot, but she did manage not to shoot Jake when he barreled into the
room to get her.
“I don’t know what it is, Ms. Edwards.
But nothing we throw at it seems to be stopping it. We’ve gotta get you out of
here!” He said as he shifted his shotgun to cover the door as suddenly the
windows exploded inward. Both instinctively dived to the floor, as suddenly the
roar of the chain-guns fell silent. A second later they heard a piercing scream
from somewhere outside. Other small arms could still be heard firing
sporadically. “Damn it must have got Marks and taken out the perimeter defense
guns, quick out the back!” He managed to take a single step before a narrow beam
of green light blasted through the side of the cabin, burning through his
shoulder and throwing him to the ground. His grunt of pain was swallowed by the
sudden loud crackle of a fire starting inside the cabin.
Cori tried to pull him back to his
feet as a huge crimson creature loomed in the fire lit doorway. The soldier
shoved her back towards the back door as he tried to crawl away from the
menacing form. The massive creature strode into the cabin as smoke belched out
the doorway it had entered from. An inhuman high-pitched series of almost
insectoid sounds came from it as it stalked towards them.
“Go! Get out!” Jake screamed as
he rolled onto his back, his one arm useless, covered in blood from the gaping
hole in his body armor, though most of the wound had been cauterized by the
intense heat of the laser. He growled in pain, bracing the shotgun against his
good shoulder as he pointed it at the monster. “You want some of this, hotshot!?
Come get some!”
Cori was outside and running when she
heard the crash of the shotgun, once, twice, three times… and then an all too
human scream. She had just time to register a red blur of motion before she
tripped over something in the darkness. She put her hands out to cushion the
fall and felt them sink into something soft, and warm, and… and wet. She stared
at her hands, in shocked horror. The dark wetness that covered them making her
skin crawl as the fire in the cabin leapt high enough to illuminate the ground
in front of her.
She struggled back and let out a
sobbing shriek as she got a good look at what she had tripped over. It was
Marks’ body, torn to pieces, his blood seeping into the frozen ground. She
blinked her vision clear of tears as she tried to run, only to be blocked by a
large dark shape.
“Ms. Edwards!” She almost wept
in relief as the spotlights on the red armored figure flared to life. “Get out
of the way!” She dropped to the ground as the armored form trained its weapon on
the cabin. This model was armed with the usual auto gun, but currently the
weapon was deactivated. Instead it held over its shoulder what looked to be a
modified tank barrel! Its hard pounding tread shaking the ground as the soldier
moved warily towards the cabin "Is anyone still alive?” The voice coming
from the P.A. was wary, and shaken.
Cori tried to find her voice, but she
was hyperventilating too hard to speak. She turned to watch as the soldier
strode toward the now freely burning structure. Then movement caught her eye as
a dark hulk burst out through the side of the cabin, in the smoke and backlight
of the fire, she couldn’t make it out too well.
The blast of sound was like a physical
blow as the tank gun fired, shaking the dirt. The creature braced for the
attack, but the force of the projectile blew it backwards into the burning
cabin. The armored marine dropped the smoking cannon and activated his auto gun.
The rapid clatter of high velocity slugs from the flashing muzzle tore into the
cabin blowing through wood and brick like cheese as the roof, bereft of too many
support beams, sagged slowly inward with a groaning crash. The flashes of the
weapon lit everything in a surreal strobe yellow as he continued firing into the
wreckage.
The weapon fell silent, still smoking
as the marine watched the rubble warily. “Ms. Edwards, are you alright?”
Slowly he turned towards her, relaxing his vigilance in the face of the silence
from the remains of the cabin.
Just as insectoid chittering from
behind Cori made her whirl! A strange rush of air washed over her and she turned
back in time to see the attack hit its target. One moment the soldier was
raising his gun-arm, hesitating because she was between him and his target. A
moment later the right shoulder of his armor seemed to buckle, then
disintegrate. The trooper was thrown back as he cried out in agony. The metal
arm that had attached to that shoulder falling to the ground, it was smoking…
and bleeding, the auto-gun firing into the woods and then faltering as it went
dead. Dragging himself upright, the severely injured marine groped with his
remaining arm for the cannon he had dropped moments before.
Two more soldiers had reached the
scene, one had a M82 high powered .50 caliber heavy sniper rifle, and
tried to set up for a shot, the other shouldered his assault rifle and began
popping away at the shape in the shadows, screaming for Cori to run.
Scrabbling back on the ground away
from the monster, Cori raised the gun she held to point shakily at the creature.
The sharp reports of the shots seemed so pathetic next to what this thing had
already shrugged off, her eyes wide as she got a glimpse of its inhuman armored
form in the muted flashes of the weapon.
The creature seemed not to care about
the bullets glancing off it as it casually lifted the upper of its two right
arms, and calmly pulled its upper right chest plate open. The gun now clicked
emptily in her shaking grip as the growing white glow of the inner cell
illuminated where she lay. Her eyes growing wide in terror as she realized what
it was.
The other soldiers and the armored
marine, now with the cannon balanced precariously on his left shoulder as he
tried to bring it to bear, saw the intensifying white light and did the only
thing they were able to. They kept firing for as long as they could.
The weapon lit up the area like day as
Cori’s scream rent the night; it was cut off as the cabin, half the hillside,
and a long stretch of New England forest was vaporized by the powerful
discharge. And then darkness returned…
And silence reigned.
6:18:10
Sho leaned against the metal railing,
staring out across the black water at the far shore. Lights twinkled and winked
at him as the fresh sea breeze ruffled his hair; bringing the tang of salt with
it.
The LKA Meridian was so fresh
from reconditioning that the acrid stench of drying paint still clung to it. The
fresh sea smell was vastly preferable to him.
The whine and groan of the ships many
cranes and hoists continued to rumble on as the horizon out on the Atlantic
began to turn the most delicate shade of sapphire blue with the coming dawn.
Sean had arrived aboard the Meridian two hours ago, and was catching a brief
catnap before the assault.
Sho turned toward the holds of the
ship, lit like daylight with halogen work lamps as the soldiers readied their
equipment.
The infantry combat armor looked
unwieldy to him. And he made no secret that he was dubious of its effectiveness.
And considering these cocky Americans just grinned at him when he tried to air
his concerns, he’d be enjoying bailing them out of whatever pit they stumbled
into on shore. They had even laughed when he’d asked why they were called
‘Boomers’ telling him he’d see.
Shrugging, he went back to his
contemplation of the coast.
Jeff Morgan had thought he’d seen
everything. But this ‘Boomer’ combat suit made him as dubious as Sho. Had he
known, he might have felt a little better about it. The unit was mostly
exoskeleton. Heavy duty armored boots connecting to an articulated frame that
encased the legs and hips. This in turn attached to a hard shell torso piece
that had a rather bulky backpack. The arms were unarmored, and the helmet was
standard military spec.
He’d asked why there was nothing for
the upper body, and had been told that if he wanted a full suit, he should
request transfer to one of the Alphas. Boomers weren’t tanks, and if that was
his mindset, he’d just become a casualty. Sheer personal pride kept him from
backing out then as he checked over the unfamiliar weapons he has been issued.
“P90 lightweight Submachine gun,” a
voice from behind him stated, and he turned to see a Marine Captain giving
instruction to a rather green looking bunch of privates. “Most of you haven’t
seen this one before.” The marine snapped the transparent 50 round clip from the
weapon with practiced ease and began stripping it down right before their eyes.
Jeff moved closer to get a better view. “Mostly plastic, it’s a bit lighter than
your familiar M16. But don’t let that fool you, it packs quite a punch.”
He clicked a round from the clip free,
the shiny brass cartridge gleaming in the harsh light. “5.56 mm armor piercing
round, brass jacketed in a 50 round magazine. While it takes a lil more know-how
to reload it quickly, this weapon shoots as hard and a bit faster then the M16,
and does not have the same overheating issues. As you know, AP rounds are
effective against most zoanoids, aim center of mass unless you’re sure of a
headshot. Either way, use short, controlled bursts as this baby can completely
unload a clip before you realize you’re out. Though the round clips are made of
semi-clear plastic so you can see exactly how many rounds you have left. It’s
also extremely stable so even with full auto you should be able to hit your
target with every round, provided of course you can hit the broadside of a barn
to begin with.”
He assembled the weapon in nothing
flat as he handed it back to the soldier who had relinquished it to him. He
grinned as he smacked the soldier on the shoulder and moved on. His eyes caught
Jeff’s and he came over to introduce himself.
“Stephen Cain, you must be Corporal
Morgan, from Bragg?” The hand he extended had a firm grip, even as he smiled
amiably. “Bet you never thought you’d end up here when you left home.”
Jeff saluted before taking the offered
hand. “Yes sir, it is a little… different than I expected, Sir.” He candidly
agreed.
Stephen grinned. “You can cut the Sir,
bit. We’re a new outfit here, and I’m not too much on fancy titles.” He tapped
his Lieutenant rank tab. “Out in the field,
the only thing this means is I have more training and experience, especially
with this equipment. And I want it understood that when I give an order that is
what’s talking… not these little bars. Understood?”
“Yes, uh... Yes boss.” Jeff grinned in
return as he picked up the word he had heard flung about the cargo hold now and
then, and it all clicked. Stephen Cain was simply ‘The Boss’.
Stephen reacted to the name, arching
an eyebrow but his smile didn’t slip. “So, I doubt anyone has had time to show
you what all this stuff is about. Got any questions for me?” He gestured to the
stacked pile of gear, the pile of armor parts, and the weapons and ammo box.
The Corporal shrugged and smiled
self-effacingly. “Well, since my main problem is zero info about it. I haven’t
been able to think of a good question yet Boss.”
Captain Cain laughed. “Then let’s get
you up to speed. This is the Mark II Tactical/Recon/Combat Frame. Better known
as a Boomer…”
Dawn
6:07:10
Logan International Airport was a
sprawling complex across the river mouth from downtown. The tall silvery spire
of the office building Chronos had appropriated was in plain sight. As always,
it was the tallest structure in the city, set a block or so from the coast.
Sitting in downtown, amidst the civilian buildings, it was placed so that any
large-scale combat would cause collateral damage.
Luckily there were other options.
The airport proved to be an easy take.
The hovercraft came in from three different approaches and disgorged infantry
onto the tarmac. A SEAL team had already disconnected hard-line communications
from the facility, blunting their ability to call for help. Along with area wide
jamming from the Meridian, it took about 15 minutes to secure the
facility.
Sho and Sean were not involved in the
airport’s taking; they instead were high above watching from a bird’s eye view.
“G-US to Omega, G-US to Omega. .
. what’s our status? Over!”
Sho was rather amused to watch a
Guyver fiddling with a hand held radio as they both hovered high above the city,
their armors providing a nice camouflage in the lightening sky. Guyver 1 kept
watched as Guyver US delicately turned up the volume on the blocky device. “Say
again Omega, G and I are listening.”
“Repeating, the fox is in the hen
house. Dirty birds have been scrubbed. Buzzards are on their way. Copy?“
Jason’s voice was tinny, but
understandable, and Sho couldn’t help grinning. The catchphrases in the
conversation were another example of idiomatic American. ‘Fox in the hen house’
meant they had the airport. The ‘dirty birds’ were the current personnel who had
been captured and detained in case they were not really human, so they were
‘scrubbed’.
Guyver 1’s hyper sensor orbs shifted
as he detected something new in the clear morning sky. “And here come the
buzzards.” He murmured with a mixture of pride and a slightly savage glee at
seeing the plan going smoothly.
“Copy that, Omega. Buzzards are
in the chicken run. The coyotes are hitting the farmhouse. Over and out!”
Guyver 1 heard the crunch as Sean
stopped being gentle and simply crushed the radio before tossing it away.
“Boy that felt good!”
Sho laughed, “It’s not easy working
with something made for human hands when you’ve got Guyver strength!” He
commented as he eyed the ‘buzzards’. Radio would be useless now anyway, the
Meridian would be cranking up its jamming capabilities to blanket the city.
Which meant the clock was now ticking.
In they came, in a straight-line
formation, four C130 Hercules cargo planes. They passed a few hundred feet above
the two Guyvers, but the flight crew flashed their running lights in
acknowledgement of the presence of their irregular ‘escort’. Guyver US waved,
even though there was little chance anyone could see him, even if they were
looking.
“Well Guyver 1, shall we go start
the party?”
Sho chuckled as he bowed to his friend
politely. “I believe so, Guyver US. After you!”
“Heh… Don’t mind if I do!”
Guyver US flew towards the city, Guyver 1 trailing behind him. By letting Sean
go first, Sho was confirming his belief that the US Guyver could handle himself,
and he could feel Sean’s pleasure at the compliment.
And if there was one thing the
American could give, it was a good show. Sean dropped out of the sky like a
meteor, the wind whistling about him as he approached the ground. He used his
gravity powers to lessen the force of his impact. But only a little…
The sudden thundering boom and the
crack of overstressed concrete as he landed served notice of his arrival, a
crater now in the forum right in front of the Chronos building.
“Knock knock, you Chronos
bastards!” He yelled as he cupped his hands, a ball of energy that
seemed to suck even light into its depths growing between his fingers. He jerked
his arms forward, sending the pressure cannon spinning into the glass doors of
the building. Glass shattered, steel and aluminum was blown back, an alarm began
sounding somewhere within the building and Sean grinned. They’d be coming!
Guyver 1 chuckled as he watched Guyver
US make his entrance, running into the smoking ruins of the atrium. Then he
concentrated on his part of the plan, which was a little more delicate. He
dropped to the roof, a measured slash of his vibration blade defeated the locks
on the door, and he disappeared down into the building as well, hearing new
alarms sound as his presence was noted.
Jason rushed to help chock the stubby
tires of the fourth and final cargo plane. The whine and grumble as the tail
ramp lowered to the tarmac was drowned out by the basso thrum as the huge props
spun slowly to a stop. And from within the cavernous belly, the higher pitched
whine of servos coming online could be heard. The plane shuddered as a clanging
metallic tread stomped down the ramp. The beta gleamed in the first light of
morning as the wearer put it through its final checks before walking off to join
the growing number of assault armors forming into their combat groups.
As Jason strode up into the dim hold;
other soldiers were clambering into their armors. Red and Blue armored plates
swung into place. In the case of the Alpha armors, they then had to have
technicians load the ammo pack. A large metal compartment that clipped onto the
back over the hatch; it had to be removed or jettisoned before the wearer could
get back out of the suit.
His new Beta didn’t have that problem.
Dual ammo packs slid into the back of the ‘waist’ to either side of the pilot
compartment. They were integral to the design, a notable difference to the
retrofitted Alphas; which had originally been intended to be little more than
armored space suits to handle extreme environments.
He climbed into the padded
compartment, feeling again the slight claustrophobia of the helmet as a
technician assisted him with the buckles and straps. He exhaled as the chest
harness tightened, letting it snug firmly against his ribcage before inhaling to
make certain it wasn’t too tight. The hissing klatch of the front plate sealing
was followed by the staccato rap of a metal tool against it, his signal to start
powering up.
As he stomped down out of the plane,
he heard the thrumming drone of the hovercraft as they pirouetted gracefully in
place, fully loaded with infantry units. He grinned and flicked on the
short-wave, tuning it to the infantry com band. The crash of jamming
interference met him, but underneath it he heard the sharp voice of
Lieutenant “Boss” Cain through the snow.
He thumbed
his unit to transmit. “Bravo Lead to Kappa Lead. Hey Boss, Good luck out
there.”
“Roger
Bravo Lead, We’ll see you at the party; don’t be late!”
The
interference grew into complete chaos, and Jason flicked his unit back to his
own band. “Alright Bravo company, sound off.”
“Alpha
team, ready.”
“Beta,
good to go.”
“Charlie, green light.”
“Delta
to Bravo Lead. We’ve got a jammed tread on Mercy 2. Recommend you move out with
Mercy 1 and we’ll join up as soon as we get this fixed. Sorry boss.”
Jason
nodded quietly to himself; it was always something.
“Roger Delta, we’ll move out now.
You catch up as soon as you can. You all know the drill; from this point on its
radio blackout. Let’s get to it.”
The pounding tread of some 60 armored
feet shook the ground as the ranks filed down the tarmac. Once outside the
airport grounds, individual teams broke off from the main groups, each moving to
assigned destinations by pre-assigned routes that would have them all in
position for any trouble that broke out.
Jason and his core team remained with
a massive treaded vehicle that had stenciled on its side, MRRCV 1. Mobile
Refuel/Rearm Combat Vehicle One was a massive treaded monstrosity of
engineering. The deep bellowing belch of 3 huge diesel engines carried it
forward on broad tractor treads. The thickly armored vehicle housed ammunition
stores and fuel for the armors. This was its trial run in a combat situation,
and already one of them had malfunctioned.
Giving his men the signal to move out,
Jason mentally shrugged. Shit happened… all he could hope for, was that it
didn’t get any deeper.
Guyver US weaved under a slow clumsy
punch from a Lisker. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” His own hard blow to
the midriff doubled the creature over, and a knee to the side of the head put it
down as he danced away. “Come on, you guys are hardly a challenge anymore!”
The Lisker roared and staggered to its
feet, shaking its head before lunging forward, clawed hands reaching to grapple.
“That’s the spirit!”
The door blew inward as the flying
bulk of the Zoanoid slammed through it and into what looked to be a corporate
office. The splintered door crashed to the ground as Guyver US kicked his way
into the room in pursuit. The Lisker had hauled itself to hands and knees, blood
dripping from its snarling mouth as it turned its head towards the threat.
The dull crack of its neck as the
snap-kick connected was followed by the hollow, lifeless thud of the corpse to
the floor. Guyver US took stock of his surroundings, the office was empty, but
from the hallway he could hear the pounding of many boots. He grinned under his
armor as he turned back towards the door.
The Chronos trooper that stormed into
the room barely had time to register his presence before being blown in two by
the pressure cannon volley that Sean aimed at him. The blast continued on
through the door, blowing through the other wall. Sean heard growls and snarls
in the hallway and leaped through the smoldering hole where the door had been
and into his next skirmish.
Guyver 1 was faring about the same but
unlike Sean he was taking more care to minimize the damage to the building as he
kept physical combat to a minimum and executed most of the zoanoids he
encountered with well placed head beam and sonic buster bursts. Fortunately the
plan seemed to be working and most of the zoanoid forces had headed down to face
off against Guyver US. So Guyver 1 faced minimal resistance as he cleared the
top two floors in this manner as he descended, leaving most of the damage to the
building being done by the zoanoids who burst their way through walls foolishly
thinking they could get a jump on him, before he encountered a squad of Vamores.
A quick exchange of laser fire and pressure cannons left sizeable holes
throughout the floor, leaving a not too pleased Sho, peaking through one of the
more sizeable holes, wondering how many more such encounters the building could
take before its integrity were compromised.
Elsewhere an alarm notice was
triggered indicating an emergency at the Boston Chronos facility, the flashing
red light calling notice to itself from desk in front of a cloaked figure. A
moment later the figure casually deactivated the alarm and simply said,
“Interesting.”
The bone-vibrating drone of the
massive turbines that powered the hovercraft gradually dropped in power to a
deep hum as the craft ran aground. The scuffling of sand and gravel beneath its
cushion as it came to a halt gave way to the soft whistle of the ocean breeze.
Silently, with the minimum of jostling, the remaining fire teams disembarked.
“Bozeman, Rico, Lambert! 6 meter
spread. Take your teams out and make sure we’re clear.” Boss Cain’s voice barked
out as half the soldiers moved out. “Diaz, you’re on point.”
“Got it Boss!” Diaz and his three-man
team moved out, readying their weapons.
Guyver 1 had continued his descent on
his way towards the main command center, having cleared three more floors since
his first encounter with resistance when suddenly his hyper sensors twitched. He
was already in motion as the scarlet laser beam blew through the wall he had
been passing and slammed into the armored exterior wall.
Coming lightly to his feet, Guyver 1
slipped through the gaping hole to face down the Vamore who had tried to blast
him. “Well, I was wondering when another one of you would show up.”
Vamore’s yellow eyes widened as he staggered back a step. “Guyver 1, Y-you
can’t be here!” His shoulder pods already open now began to glow and hum as
they built a charge.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Sho warned as he extended his vibration blades. “You must know you can’t
really hurt me.”
“It hardly matters Guyver, my
purpose was to do nothing more then confirm your presence.” The zoanoid
seemed to shudder for a second as it relaxed its lasers dimming. “I must
admit, I expected Agito to be the one to come looking for the US Guyver. . .
Though perhaps I should have considered you being the one to show up.”
Sho’s eyes narrowed... the tone of the
voice had changed, no longer as raspy as it had been, sounding more cultured…
the word choice and tone familiar. He felt his hands clench into fists.
“Imakirum!” He growled in sudden insight.
Vamore grinned, a truly hideous facial
expression for the monstrous creature. “How perceptive Sho. I must admit I am
impressed. Now… what do you hope to accomplish? Gaining these pathetic guerillas
as allies? They are insects. You know that don’t you? Have you finally come
around to Agito’s way of thinking? Expendable cannon fodder for your fight?”
Sho took a step forward. “No! You
bastard! I’m not like you; I don’t let others fight my battles!” His voice
shaking in anger at being taunted so.
“And what about me Guyver… did I
not die for you? You were busy playing with your new toy while Guyot tore me
apart. Have you forgotten so quickly?” Vamore spread his arms wide; Sho
could almost imagine Imakirum in his place, making the same gesture. “And
here we are… I have found my place. I now belong. What of you Sho? Where do you
fit?”
The silence between them lengthened,
broken only by the hissing breath of the zoanoid. Finally Sho shook his head.
“I’m not going to play that game.” He answered quietly. “That’s what
you’re doing… isn’t it. Delaying me here… now why would you be doing that?”
He turned towards the door. “I must be pretty close to the control room… and
you must not have immediate access to the destruct sequence.” He paused at
the door, his back to the Vamore. “Am I right, Imakirum?”
The warbling hum of the Vamore’s
bio-lasers powering up was the only reply. “Thought so,” Sho mused as he
pivoted, hand snapping up. The pressure cannon blasting out from his palm
reduced the Zoanoid into a steaming pile of remains. “Nice try though, old
friend. But I’ve changed as well.” He murmured almost gently before dashing
out the door and down the empty hall.
More zoanoids exited a lift at the far
end of the corridor. Sho barely spared them a glance. Poorly trained, poorly
made… they counted on their inhuman strength, but they were no match for his,
and rather than waste time fighting them, he brought his blades back into play.
Blood spattered the walls as dying screams reverberated through the empty
corridors, descending to silence, save for the soft, almost cheerful chime of
the elevator as it carried it’s silent occupant further into the bowels of the
complex.
A horde of zoanoids could be seen
rushing through the streets towards Jason’s position. He appeared to be a lone
Blue Armor as he readied his mini-gun towards the oncoming zoanoids, emerald
targeting lasers locking on to the one in the lead.
“Just a little bit closer,” Jason
whispered to himself as he carefully eyed his proximity sensors HUD readout. A
moment later Jason flicked a switch and a flare was fired from his Armor an
instant before he activated his mini-gun and started to mow down the snarling
and snapping horde of zoanoids before him, while simultaneously two other armors
hover jetted to his side and added their fire to the mix. Another trio of armors
came up behind the horde and boxed them in as two squads of Boomers started
firing from their positions on top of the buildings on either side of the street
and sprayed their deadly crossfire into the horde of zoanoids from above.
Within seconds it was over and they
marked another sector clear of zoanoids as other Boomer squads scouted ahead for
any other concentrations of zoanoid activity.
Jason smiled, at this rate they’d be
done before an hour had passed. But just then a few warning lights started to
flash as his HUD display showed he was starting to run low on ammo. <Hmm,
better check in and reload before continuing.> Jason thought before he
activated his armor’s laser communicator to the other five armors, “Bravo
Team, fall back to Mercy 2 and reload, Bravo 2 and 4 take our six, Bravo Lead
out.” Jason said over the line of site laser comm. before directing his own
armor back to the MRRCV. <I just hope everything is going as smoothly for
Sean and Sho> Jason thought before the roar of his hover jets kicked in and
his armor started to accelerate.
Meanwhile Team Kappa was progressing
on schedule as they scouted through the city, preparing to secure the area
around the Chronos building to clear the way for its take over by the ACTF as
soon as the Guyvers finished their sweep of the building. Corporal Jeff Morgan
had been a bit skeptical, even after Boss Cain had fully briefed him on the
capabilities of his equipment but all doubt quickly vanished after his first
skirmish with a zoanoid. The Boomers may be no replacement for full powered
armors but in a group as a highly coordinated squad it proved to be very
effective.
The limited leg and back muscle
enhancement powered by a rechargeable highly efficient methanol fuel cell power
pack built into the backpack allowed them to carry up to an extra 70 pounds of
equipment, allowing each of them to move with ease even while loaded to bear.
While throughout the armor there’s a liquid reservoir providing both drinking
water on the go and natural heat regulator that helps mask a soldier's body heat
so they would not be so easily detectable by zoanoids with infrared vision.
Additionally noise cancellation technology is employed to mask the soldier's
heartbeat and respiration, along with soft sole boots to reduce a soldier's
noise signature as much as possible.
So much of the Boomers design was
dedicated to stealth that Jeff couldn’t for the life of him figure out why they
were called Boomers but Boss Cain had assured him he’d figure that out quickly
once they saw them in action.
“BOOM”
The loud report of the RPG as it took
out a lone Zoanoid followed by other similar booms as other zoanoids were taken
out in various positions almost simultaneously quickly explained the reason they
were called boomers.
Jeff couldn’t help but grin as
everything snapped in place and he stealthily moved on to find his next target.
As long as they avoided detection the boom would be all the zoanoid ever heard.
But even if they were detected, they made sure to stay close enough together to
quickly take out any zoanoid with their combined firepower. It looks like he was
definitely going to enjoy this detail much more than he had predicted. . .
Elsewhere in the City
Crouched on a rooftop, Asu watched the
convoy approach. The huge mobile refueling platform rumbled and ground it’s way
along, leaving deep grooves in the asphalt as it advanced, flanked by its squads
of protectors.
The asian’s eyes narrowed as he
studied the armored suits below him. They looked like something out of a Manga,
and a clumsy attempt at that. But he had been briefed on the capabilities of the
red models already encountered, surprisingly, a human in such a suit could
contend with a basic zoanoid toe to toe. And the armament gave them enough range
to make a melee unnecessary. Their effectiveness was impressive.
Interspersed amongst the red armors
were those of a new design. Here and there were blue mecha that gave a more
clean, humanoid look. They looked dangerous, and capable, and moved with more
grace then their smaller red brethren. Asu couldn’t help but grin in
anticipation. He lived for challenges, the bigger the better, and he always won.
With a chuckle he settled back, waiting until the signal was given, a feral and
very unpleasant grin on his face.
Finally the big machine passed the
invisible line that had been set as the point of no return, and from the tops of
the two building on opposite sides of the street, two hulking forms leapt into
the air, out into the expanse directly over the convoy, twin roars of challenge
as the pale white shapes plummeted towards the sudden chaos below them.
The marines responded quickly, the
fire teams scattering to make more difficult targets, here and there the flash
and rapid whine of automatic weapons fire lit the buildings as heavy armor
piercing shells lanced skyward.
Asu growled as a round slammed hard
into his chest, leaving a dent in the dense armor that covered him. He spotted
the armor that had drawn a bead on him and roared his challenge, landing with a
concrete shattering impact, he was already on the move, sprinting faster than
something of his bulk had any right to be capable of as he brought his heavily
spiked forearm around in a full roundhouse. He made sure his arm was not in
position to penetrate, instead landing a crushing blow against the armor’s
midriff.
The force of the blow lifted the
marine off his feet and knocked him backward through a storefront window. The
shattering of the glass lost in the drowning drone of multiple weapons firing
nonstop. Asu leapt, carrying himself high into the air as AP rounds chewed up
the pavement where he had been standing. The Danaplus hyperzoanoid was designed
to combat Guyvers. Heavily armored, massively built, yet with enough agility to
match the speed of its main prey.
Against the armors, his attributes and
those of his twin were devastating. He shoulder checked one armor, feeling his
heavy spines penetrate the thick armor. Warm blood ran down his shoulder from
the gaping wound as he tore the dying soldier free and hurled him at a comrade,
the heavy armor knocking the other to the ground. He then quickly followed with
his spiked fist driving through the fishbowl faceplate in a meaty crunch.
Withdrawing his bloodied fist, he drove it in again at the chest, blow after
blow following as he pulverized armor, shattered bone and shredded flesh.
Asu found himself laughing as he
reveled in the carnage, his body responding instinctively, brutally to any
threat. He so lost himself in the blood haze, that when a blue armor shod fist
decked him, he was stunned. The armor was battered, bloody, but already had its
minigun facing the threat and spinning up, emerald lasers targeted the zoanoid
as the armor unleashed the full barrage his weapon was capable of.
Asu had a moment to regain his feet
and present a massive shoulder to the sudden intense onslaught. He howled in
pain as the heavier fire of the weapon tore into his armor, shredding it and
snapping off spines with equal facility. The Danaplus couldn’t dodge, curled
around to protect his more vulnerable torso, a bullet slammed into his thigh,
almost taking his leg out from under him, tearing into the thick armor and
through the thick slab of muscle as he strove to weather the barrage.
Blood ran down his side from the
gaping wounds that pocked his humped shoulder plate. Blood pulsed sluggishly
from his leg as the rapid thrum of weapons fire dropped to the high pitched
whine of an electric barrel rotating with no more ammo to expend. Asu grunted
through the pain and then began to chuckle, out of bullets.
The sounds of gunfire were dwindling,
the ground littered with armored bodies as Asu glanced around, seeing his
partner tearing the armored door off the massive vehicle, the high pitched
reports of small arms fire from within made him chuckle… the screams made him
cackle with manic joy through the throbbing ache of his wounds.
The clatter of the mini-gun dropping to
the ground caught his attention, the armor before him standing erect, and no
longer in combat stance as he plucked something from his side, a metallic
cylinder sized for his metal shod fingers.
The armor’s thumb pressed down on the
activation stud just as Asu’s hand closed over it and squeezed. The shriek of
tortured metal was beautiful as he crushed the hand around the device,
preventing the stud from being released. With a wrenching jerk he tore the hand
from the armor and tossed it and it’s contents away, his other hand slammed up
into the head of the blue armor, crushing it down into the torso of the suit,
the gurgling from within disappointed him… he should have given him time to
scream at least.
As the Danaplus proceeded to cave the
armored chest in, cackling once more with glee, the hand he had tossed away had
rolled beneath the front end of the now impotent Mercy 2. The refueling vehicle
had taken damage, a stray bullet had nicked one of the diesel fuel tanks,
spilling flammable diesel down one of the treads to pool on the ground.
As the hand rolled to a stop beside
the rapidly expanding pool of gas, some final partial signal from the shredded
control circuits caused the ruined hand to go slack. A soft, triple tone chirp
of warning followed the click of the stud snapping back out as the device went
active. This went unnoticed by the two zoanoids who were gleefully absorbed in
their tasks. The next noise the device made was much much more noticeable.
Hydrogen fuel, pressurized, super cool
liquid hydrogen fuel. That is what the huge triple walled insulated tanks of the
MRRCV held. When the grenade detonated with a powerful but hollow sounding crump
the first thing it did was nearly blow the treads off the vehicle. In the
process the diesel spill caught fire.
The second effect was to drive a
splintered shard of the underbelly armor up into the main storage tank with
crushing force. The belly armor had not been designed to take such a point blank
explosion, and it shredded. The internal members that ribbed the tanks had not
been designed to handle such an impact either. They were twisted and bent aside.
The torn fragments dented the heavy metal of the internal tank, and in one
place, pierced it.
The explosion had surprised the two
zoanoids, jolting them from reveling in their slaughter. Asu watched as a pale
blue, almost invisible plume of fire jetted out from the undercarriage of the
damaged vehicle, engulfing his partner.
The other zoanoid roared in shock and
pain. While not as vulnerable to fire as a human would be, he was far from
fireproof. He staggered clear of the flames smoking, one clawed hand clutching
at the side of his scalded face.
The eerie blue fire intensified, the
metal around the rupture heating from the assault, groaning as the internal
pressure stressed it further before finally cracking under the strain. A long
ribbon of flammable fuel erupted from the gaping tear. And with an earthshaking
detonation, Mercy 2 spontaneously transformed herself into a brilliant bloom of
expanding blue fire and shrapnel.
At the Chronos building
The corridor was silent and empty when
Guyver US made his entrance, an expanse of floor blowing upwards in a shower of
broken masonry and dust. When Sean’s armored feet crunched across the resulting
debris, the corridor now resembled the floor below it, and the floor below that.
The lights shattered or flickering wildly, one or two hanging lose and swinging
crazily.
With a sudden nudge from his senses,
he located Sho in the next room and sprinted to a thick armored door, drawing
his fist back to ‘knock’ just as the door hummed open smoothly, revealing Guyver
1 standing over the corpses of the command staff, holding a section of torn out
console that could only be the building’s self-destruct.
“Well Guyver US… I hope you left
enough of the lower floors intact that the building doesn’t fall over.”
Sean panted, glaring at his erstwhile
partner. “Hey, I was the decoy remember?”
Sho laughed, tossing the mangled
components to Guyver US. “So you were, well, lets get out of here and help
the…”
Both Guyvers tensed as they suddenly
sensed the coming shockwave even as the hallway lit up with an unearthly blue
light, and a moment later the floor beneath them shuddered with the shockwave of
a massive explosion.
Guyvers One and US sprinted out of the
room and down the hall towards a bank of exterior windows, the latter tossing
the shattered destruct panel aside.
“Oh no.” Sho gasped.
“Shit.” Was Sean’s reply.
And the windows before them shattered
as two armored figures took to flight towards the rapidly fading fireball and
the rising, billowing column of smoke and dust that marked the final resting
place of Mercy 2.
What they found when they arrived was
carnage. Barely mindful of the roaring flames, Sho dove into the inferno that
surrounded the wrecked hulk of the refueling vessel and began searching for
survivors. Sean a step behind him, amazed at how little the heat affected him.
“Sho, I didn’t know we were fire
proof.”
Guyver One grunted as he lifted a
massive plinth of shattered girder off of the crushed remains of an armored
trooper. “It takes a lot of heat to harm us, like Zerebubuth lasers. The
Vamore model I fought in the headquarters can barely scratch us with theirs. At
least for short term, we’ll be unharmed here.” He sighed softly, “Unlike
these people.” He finished quietly.
Both of them made a sweep of the area
before admitting defeat. No one had survived. But the evidence that Sho did find
only fueled his impotent rage. From the crushed and mangled corpses, the dents
and marks on the armors, and the massive foot prints, this was caused by
zoanoids.
“Sean, we’ve got a problem.. to do
this kind of damage, especially against these soldiers, there’d have to be a few
hyper-zoanoids around here Doesn’t look like Zerebubuth...”
He murmured to himself, examining one of the crushed imprints in the pavement.
“I’m not familiar with this one… but.” He
followed the shallow dig marks away from the wreckage, where it joined a second,
both moving out of the area, one at least trailing blood.
“We have to find them, and wherever
they’re heading for... before they set up another ambush like this!”
Meanwhile
Asu
growled as he staggered down the crumbling, unlit hallway, half carrying his
partner. The other zoanoid was naked, having reverted to human form. Both were
bleeding from at least a half dozen wounds, his own shoulder bleeding freely,
but the other had been damaged worse, half of his face blackened and charred, he
might even have lost the eye.
Such
was life. Grunting he all but threw the other zoanoid forward the final few
steps to their destination, pushing open the door as they staggered into the
makeshift command center, harsh halogen lighting bathed the area as a technician
ran up to check their status as coldly as if he was a mechanic. Not that either
of them noticed as they received basic first aid and injections of stabilizers.
Not that they even cared.
Asu
felt the harsh drugs enter his bloodstream, revving up his metabolism as a pack
of liquid nourishment was slapped into his clawed hand, tearing open the
package, he poured the bitter, acidic contents down his almost insectoid maw.
His body burning through the nutrients painfully as it cannibalized parts of his
unique physical structure to repair the damage done to him. He stood there,
teeth gritted against the searing pain as his heart hammered in his chest, his
wounds bleeding freely for a few moments longer, before they slowed to a
sluggish dripping, and then finally stopped. Healing could only be accelerated
so much, the technician informed him needlessly. His next foray against the
enemy would have to be shortened, and he would be going alone.
He
glanced down at the seizing body of his onetime partner. His body had been too
weakened to accept the stabilizer. Even as he watched, the seizures grew worse,
a horrible rattling gasp escaping his foaming mouth, before he went slack. A
moment later, and the corpse began to dissolve away as Asu watched impassively,
already adjusting his prepared tactics to operating solo. A brief, incongruous
thought impinged on his concentration as he wondered as to the corpse’s name. He
pushed the thought away. The other had died a Danaplus. No other name was
important . . .
The Boston Insulated Wire and Cable
Company… So the faded, peeling sign over the gate read. Sho felt a small part of
his attention ponder that name, but his attention to it was fleeting as he
turned it back to the task at hand.
The factory was a wreck… A massive
monstrosity of brick, iron and slate. Parts of it had burned down, leaving the
interior open and naked to the elements like raw wounds. The silence of decades
hung about it; a relic of a bygone era, waiting for its final dismantling.
The mechanism of its ultimate fate was
very much in evidence, scattered about the building were cranes, bulldozers, and
other heavy machinery. This building had been slated for demolition before X-day
had given it a tenuous reprieve. When Chronos took over, large corporations were
assimilated, smaller agencies and businesses ceased to exist. Starved for
profits in a sudden, wartime economy, or going underground if their business
might draw too much scrutiny from the new Overlords.
Whether the company who had
inaugurated this demolition effort was the former, or the latter, was
irrelevant. The fact was, they were gone, leaving equipment moldering in the
elements, and no one had taken notice of the factory since.
Now however, it seemed someone had.
The door that Sho approached, was not
the main entrance, it was not even one of the sub-entrances to the three-story
building. Sho waved Sean to a halt as he peered in through the shattered door of
the loading dock. He couldn’t see anything, but something about this place was
making him very nervous.
“Sean, does this place feel wrong
to you?”
Guyver US crept up beside him,
crouching next to a crumbling section of masonry. “Now that you mention it,
yeah. This place just feels creepy, I don’t know why.” He straightened,
still staying as inconspicuous as possible to anything watching them from
inside. “What’s the plan?”
Guyver 1 sighed shortly, the sound
nasal and metallic through his unit. “We have to find out why they are here.
If this is cover for a backup base we need to take it out before they can rally
for a counter attack.” Sho felt himself slipping into a role he had never
been comfortable with. “We go in as a pair, no joking around, alright? Watch
each other’s backs, and no risks.”
Sean simply nodded, his usual humor
subdued by the strange unease of this place. He remembered all the horror movies
he had watched about houses haunted by the spirits of the dead and cursed his
memory for dredging those up right now. The LAST thing he needed was to start
imagining ghosts in here. “You got it, Sho. You lead, I’ll follow.”
The two Guyvers
slipped silently into the gutted remains of a storage warehouse that abutted the
main factory. Its roof had collapsed long ago, leaving the bright morning
sunlight to create a crisscross of shadows over the debris-strewn floor. Their
footsteps scuffling over gravel, shattered slate, and wooden support members
that had long ago given up on supporting anything.
They made there
way to the inner door, which despite their efforts wouldn’t budge to normal
strength means of opening. Finally, to save time at the cost of silence, Sho
kicked it open, the splintering crack as the door not only gave way, but busted
right off it’s hinges was followed by the hollow clatter of the various pieces
against the concrete floor. A moment later, and the two Guyvers had disappeared
into the shadows of the main factory.
It was dark
inside, that in and of itself was not so startling. Sho had been in the dark
before, but never had it seemed to wrap around him so thickly. He could
literally hear the pounding of his heart. The scuffling of footsteps behind him
spoke of Sean, following him down the long corridor they found themselves in.
Here and there a hazy shaft of sunlight pierced a broken window, or a cracked
wall, but these did little to penetrate the blackness in between them.
Approaching a
closed doorway, Sho tried to sense what was on the other side, and got nothing.
Not an empty room, or a stairwell, or a room full of Oni ready to rend him limb
from limb, he squelched that thought mercilessly, and he got… nothing. Sho
narrowed his eyes, giving his head a shake. Then he took a sharp breath as
something dawned on him. He ignored what his eyes saw, what his ears heard... he
concentrated instead on those senses the Guyver imparted... its own hyper senses.
The rational
world flowed away from his consciousness in its place a new perception presented
itself. Wood, brick and mortar became transparent; it was as if the world around
him faded to nothing but air, at least for a meter or so. In a realization that
sent a cold trickle of fear down his spine, he realized that his hypers enses
faded into blackness barely three paces from where he stood.
A sense behind
him, entering his sphere of perception was resolved in his mind into a presence,
that of Guyver US. “Sean, we may be in trouble. What are you getting from
your senses… can you see beyond this wall?”
Sean stepped up
beside him, and he could almost imagine the American narrowing his eyes in the
same way, trying the same experiment he had just tried. Then Guyver US jerked.
“Uhhhh… Sho… I can’t see shit!” The sudden tremor in Sean’s voice matched
the leaden lump of ice that settled into his own belly.
Sho gritted his
teeth and let out a sharp breath to calm himself, “Alright, the obvious
answer is that Chronos has something here that’s scrambling our hyper senses.
That’s bad, but we know what’s happening now, and can adapt… we just have to be
careful.”
He really,
really, wished he was as confident as he hoped that sounded. But they
had a job to do, and people’s lives were riding on it. He tried the knob and it
turned with a squeak, letting the door push open. He could have done without the
long slow creak the door let loose as it swung back to the wall.
The room beyond
was pitch black, and every instinct he had told him he really didn’t want to go
in there. Ignoring it, he plunged into the inky blackness and crept slowly
beyond. Sean following a step behind him, muttering softly to himself with a
long string of words almost too soft to hear, but even in the darkness, the
monologue made Sho grin.
Sean continued
to curse a rather impressive array of things, starting with the moron who had
been mugged by a flashlight and wanted nothing to do with lights in here, and
then began describing some colorful, athletically difficult, and physically
impossible things he was going to do to the zoanoids who made him come in here.
Together they
cleared the room, and crept to the next, and the next, finding offices,
storerooms and even a lavatory… All in shambles, all old and forgotten. The
creak of floorboards and the settling of dust the only sounds that accompanied
them. Finally they reached the end of the hall, and the last door, a heavy duty
steel door that must lead out into the factory.
“Hey Sho,
I’m getting sick of all this cloak and dagger stuff, and don’t want to be in
here all day… can we do this one my way?” Guyver US crouched next to Guyver
1, who shrugged. “We need to hurry, so go ahead.”
Guyver 1 came
to a secondary combat position back away from the door and Sean grinned.
“Alright! Time to do some damage!” The impact of his kick tore the door from
its track with a twisted shriek of rending metal, the hollow boom as the door
crashed to the ground with Sean on top of it echoed alarmingly through the vast
open space they found themselves in.
“Awwww
hell.” Sean groaned. And as Sho slipped forward to join him, he had to
agree. The factory was huge; three stories tall and packed with the remains of
the machinery that had once earned its keep here.
“We can’t
search this all! It’ll take weeks!” Sean stepped off the torn remnants of
the door. “We’re gonna have to split up Sho, if we expect to do this
quickly.” Guyver 1 shook his head. “That’s not a good idea Sean, we’re
more tempting targets singly.”
“Look, we
still have our telepathy, the chances of them being able to beat us both down at
the same time is slim. One of us gets in trouble; we yell for help, the other
can be there in seconds.” Sean shrugged. “You’re call man, but this is
our best chance of shutting them down fast.”
Sho sighed,
nodding reluctantly. “You find anything, you see anything… you even feel
something looking at you, and you call me… Alright? It’s only a victory if we
get out of here in one piece.”
Guyver US
nodded. “You’ve got it, let’s get this done and go home.” Without a
further word he stepped to the edge of the concrete platform he stood on, and
dropped out of sight. < Keep in touch; I’ll check below, you check above?>
Sho sighed and
headed for a service ladder he could see heading up, the feel of Guyver US
vanished as they moved apart, and he was alone. < Alright, be careful.>
Ignoring his misgivings about this course of action, he focused on the area
above him, working to identify the alien shapes of the machinery as he crept up
onto one of the many catwalks that spanned the building.
From his
higher vantage point, he spied a few things he couldn’t see from below. <
Sean, I see lights; some off to the right, another set down at the other end of
the building. You make your way to the nearer set, I’ll check the ones down the
other end.>
< Gotcha, I
can see the light, I’ll make my way there.>
Sho ghosted
silently down the catwalk, heading for the distant glow at the other end of the
huge chamber. The catwalk ended in a twisted mass of metal about halfway through
the immense space. Guyver 1 barely slowed, lifting himself free of the catwalk
as he sailed across the empty space. The slight hum of his gravity orb fading as
he dropped back onto the other side of the expanse.
It gave a
little under his weight and he staggered, stumbling forward as the catwalk
creaked alarmingly under his weight. Silently he cursed himself; he was used to
trusting his hyper senses too much. The anchors stretched a little, the catwalk
wobbling side to side as he clutched at the railing. Regaining his footing, he
waited for the swaying to calm before cautiously making his way forward.
< Sho, this
looks like an office, or internal warehouse… I can see movement…>
Guyver 1 turned
to look back at the now distant glow. < Just wait then, let me check this one
out, and we’ll decide what out next move is. >
< Gotcha…
don’t be long. >
< Count on it.
>
Sho increased
his pace, wincing as the catwalk rattled beneath him. He sprinted down the rest
of the length, bringing himself out over an open area of the factory floor.
Halogen lights had been set up in a haphazard fashion, showing a variety of
equipment. Three troop transports of the kind Chronos favored. Various equipment
racks, a fuel tanker truck, and rack upon rack of weaponry.
< No-one
seems to be down here, but they have stashed their transportation here. >
He focused on
one of the Transports, his head crystal glowing, before an emerald laser bolt
lashed out to rake the side of the vehicle. The tires promptly blew, the
transport sagging to the side like a wounded animal as the energy beam melted
rubber and steel, a moment later the transport was ruined to Sho’s satisfaction
and he turned to the second.
< Sho, I
think you better get back here… something’s going on…>
Sho could hear
roars echoing through the warehouse. Whatever was going on, the Zoanoids weren’t
happy about it. < Just another minute, let me finish off their vehicles. >
The second
transport shuddered as it joined the first smoking heap. He snapped his right
arm up, a mass of blackness gathering in his palm. He hurled it at the third
vehicle, already whirling back the way he had come as screaming metal and the
hollow crump of the transport being blown nearly in half echoed around him.
< Sean,
what’s happ… > “Nnnngh!” Sho grunted in pain as an incoherent shriek
echoed in his head. He staggered a step under the incredible telepathic scream
before it seemed to ebb, still a distracting cacophony in his head, but
bearable, through it he could make out Sean’s mental shout.
< Sho! My
god, something’s ……… The zoanoids are de…... all of them.. Dead! >
The physic
scream suddenly rose in volume, drowning out the rest of Sean’s response.
< I’m on my
way Sean! > Sho ‘shouted’ back into the gale shrieking in his head as he
took three more steps before a blur of movement in his peripheral vision was
followed by a full scale scream of warning from his hyper senses, too late for
him to react in the instant he had before a crushing blow slammed into him from
the side. The impact drove him back into the railing, the sudden snapping of the
retaining cables followed by the sensation of freefall.
The feel of
whatever had hit him slamming him down along with the falling catwalk into the
mass of machinery beneath him, a sudden impact from behind as he slammed into
the steel supports of a massive crucible… Weight and crushing pain following him
into the darkness, along with the eerie sirens’ wail in his head.
Sean had
managed to creep up against one of the walls to the squat structure on the
factory floor. It was oblong, with a few screened and shuttered windows but only
one door on the side he was facing. His conversation with Sho was short, and he
caught a brief image of a trio of trucks. The echoing sounds of explosions made
him grin as he imaged the havoc Guyver 1 was wreaking.
A moment later,
a deep-throated bellow from inside told him the zoanoids were aware of what was
happening. He slid along the wall towards the door. If he was lucky, he might be
able to pick them off as they came out. He informed Sho of the activity and made
his way along the wall.
He was almost
there when the whole building seemed to shake, massive crashing sounds from
within. ‘Damn! They must be trashing the place!’ He slipped up next to
the door, extending a vibration blade as he crouched to wait. It made sense that
they would trash their equipment rather then leave it for the ACTF. He winced at
another massive crash from inside, along with roars that sounded close to
screams.
And he realized
with a start… that’s exactly what they were.
Silence. . .
Suddenly, all the noise ceased. Nothing, not a growl, not a footstep… and he
felt a cold chill down his spine. Slowly he slid up the wall to stand beside the
door, right arm crossed high over his chest, blade poised for a slash. He was
just about to move to break the door, when the wall behind him shuddered and
cracked. A bestial scream rent the air and a 6” piece of pipe burst out of the
wall over his left shoulder.
Letting out a
surprised yelp, he dodged back from the wall, whirling to face it. But nothing
burst through after him. The light from within was noticeably dimmer through the
windows, and moved oddly back and forth, one half lit, the other dark, and then
it reversed. His attention focused on a new sound…
Tap.
Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A growing stain
on the ground below the wall led his gaze to the metal pipe, to the dark fluid
dripping from it.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Each drop
splattering in the growing pool on the concrete floor, and suddenly the dark
seemed to close in about him, choking him. He launched himself at the door to
the building, shattering it from its hinges, throwing it into the room in
pieces. He recoiled from what he saw within.
Blood spattered
the walls, ran on the floor amidst steaming shapes. The single still functional
ceiling light swayed back and forth crazily over the carnage, casting moving
shadows throughout the room. A still functional computer screen displayed
nothing but a strobing array of static through the blood that spattered it. He
turned to the wall beside the door. A massive grey armored zoanoid was pinned to
the wall, his chest caved in like an eggshell; a 5’ piece of rusted pipe jutting
from his abdomen. His eyes open but unseeing, face rigid in death. A death so
sudden that only now did its body start to evaporate and Sean felt a tiny
portion of his mind wrestling with how something so alien, could look so
terrified when it died.
Guyver US
staggered back outside, head wringing as he tried to form his thoughts to Sho.
< Sho! My
God, something’s in here with us! The zoanoids are dead! A-all of them are dead!
>
He shook his
head, realizing the wringing was not natural, and his hands rising to clutch at
his temples as he grunted under the painful intensity of it.
< …Sean! >
He barely heard
the faint cry through the waves of masking sound. Then a massive crash shook the
floor beneath him.
< Sho!?>
There was no
response.
< SHO!
>
He launched
himself into the air, twisting to bring himself around to land on the metal roof
of the building, balancing on the slanting surface as he looked towards the
motor pool Sho had destroyed. A cloud of dust and a mass of torn girders and
metal was settling halfway there.
< Jesus!
Sho! Can you hear me?! >
He lifted
himself into the air again, and a tingling at the back of his skull made him
hurl himself sideways, just as a blast of air passed through the place he had
just occupied. The roof gouging in as a long furrow opened in it, before the
blast impacted with the floor, blowing a crater in the concrete.
He dropped
quickly to the ground, keeping to the shadows, as out of plain sight as
possible. His breathing ragged as he tried to figure out what had just shot at
him. It looked like a pressure cannon… but Sho wouldn’t be shooting at him.
Over the
strange cacophony in his head, a rising cackling sound, like a giant cicada
filled the darkness around him. The sound echoed around him, making it hard to
determine its direction.
He felt a
sudden jolt of awareness and threw himself to the ground, just as a second blast
blew into the wall behind him, blowing through it and letting in a column of
sunlight that turned the clouds of dust within into a brilliant haze.
This time Sean
had seen what direction the blast had come from, and even as he rolled to his
feet, he slung his right hand forward, lobbing a quick shot back before dodging
to the side, through a narrow alcove around the side of the building. He heard
the pressure cannon slam into a bank of rusting girders, blowing through them
and collapsing a section of scaffolding. Using the noise for cover, he took off
towards the last place he knew Sho was. They HAD to get out of here.
He took another
few steps before the wall in front of him exploded in a cloud of dust and
debris, the shockwave from the blast blowing him backwards off his feet. He
rolled and came up running… but away from the direction he had taken… Leaping up
into the scaffolding and girders, another blast crumpling the steelwork behind
him. He whirled in the air, launching a shot in return, his stifled hyper senses
not warning him of the beam that slammed into his hip, spinning him around and
dumping him to the floor.
Even as he
rolled to his feet, a dark shape detached itself from the shadows and closed
with him, as it approached, it was like a huge mass of shadow wrapped around his
hyper senses, strangling the tiny bubble of sense he had left into nonexistence.
He lunged
forward, taking it low, like a football tackle. The move must have surprised his
assailant, because it staggered back under the assault… but just staggered. A
moment later and a hammer blow fell hard against Sean’s back, and he felt his
knees buckle.
Grunting in
pain, he rolled away from his attacker, scything his legs through the space the
shadow figure had occupied. Cursing as he didn’t connect. A kick connected with
his ribs and he felt himself lifted off the ground by it as it drove the air
from his lungs. He lashed out, vibration blade whining through the air even as
he flew backwards from the force of the kick.
His attacker
dodged back, and Sean managed to turn the bruising impact with the floor into a
roll that brought him to his feet in a crouch, blade interposed between him and
his foe as he drew in a croaking breath from the kick. The shadow just stood
there, almost imperceptible in the darkness. And a moment later, a glint of cold
white light shone out from its forehead. A sight that made Sean go cold as his
own control medal flared in answer.
The shadow
moved, and he lunged to meet it. His blade arcing in, to deflect off another,
the scream of the blades meeting followed by a blow to his chest that knocked
him backwards into a support, the steel denting from the impact as he rebounded
off it, rolling away from his attacker, sprinting into the darkness as that
harsh cicada-esc cackle filled the air around him.
Sho strained,
putting his whole body behind the effort. The beam he was pushing against
shuddered, and moved a few inches. It wasn’t easy, he mused, in the minor part
of his brain he let consider such things right now, to shift weight with one of
your arms pinned behind you and your feet unable to touch the floor. He relaxed,
letting himself rest a moment, to deal with the pain of the dislocation.
Endure now…
heal later. He shifted his free arm, gauging the distance… and then twisted.
Growling in pain as his shoulder was ground against the side of the tank he was
pinned against. His free blade whined as he extended it to slash through the
girder and a chunk of stone behind it. The mass crumbled to the side, the weight
against him shifting and lessening just a little, one of his feet gaining a
precarious toehold against a slab of stone.
He heard the
sounds of battle and gritting his teeth. He had to get loose. Whatever was
attacking Sean had hurled a huge chunk of machinery like it was a beach ball.
The sort of strength that could do that was difficult to comprehend. He
strained, lifting himself off the injured arm with difficulty, his foot slipping
against the edge of the slab it pushed against, he went limp again, his
throbbing arm lying against his side. A moment later he felt his muscles seize
painfully pulling taut as if they were cramping, and with a wet pop, his arm
returned to its socket.
Grimly, he
twisted, bringing his arm up to join the other as he pushed against the rubble
that encased him, the pile shuddering and groaning as he braced himself against
the tank and pushed, ignoring the flame of pain in his shoulder, ignoring the
crashes of the fight raging beyond him in the darkness… Concentrating only on
attaining his freedom.
A blast of
shattering stone and masonry blew into the yard outside of the factory, out from
beneath it stumbled the form of Guyver US. His breaths coming in painful gasps
as he turned to face the crumbling wall he had just been knocked through. This
thing was unbelievably powerful. The sun was high in the sky now, illuminating
the whole courtyard. At least he was able to get out of the dark.
He had been on
the receiving end of punishment is every engagement with this thing, no matter
how he tried to block or what attack he used, his opponent had always been able
to counter, and counter hard.
He caught
movement from the shadows and braced himself as his opponent burst into the open
in a cloud of debris. He had the briefest glimpse of red, the color of blood,
before a flash of light made him instinctively parry, the scream of the swords
meeting was followed by his being knocked back by the force of the blow.
And he finally
got a good look at his opponent. “Holy shit…”
Lifting itself
to tower over him, massively built, it was incredibly tall. Humanoid, if you
could call something with two sets of arms humanoid. And as he took in the finer
details of its construction… his first dread crystallized into certainty. Upon
its massive misshapen forehead, a large silvery control medal glowed softly.
The impossible
creature cackled again, that alien, insectoid noise it had made before. But now
it just stood before him, as if giving him time to take its measure.
“What
the hell are you?” He growled, remaining poised for any attack the
creature might make.
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Sean gasped and
growled at the words screamed inside his head. Overlaying the unrelenting din of
the alien shrieks he now realized were emanating from this thing before him. The
words were understandable... barely, and seemed wrapped in an additional layer
of distortion, the sounds and words seeming strung together, no clearly defined
breaks… and there were bits and pieces of nonsense mixed with it.
All in all, it
did not sound in the least interested in being friendly. And another
uncomfortable thought surfaced.
“You’re not
from Chronos are you? Who sent you?! What are you?!”
The creature
rose to it’s full menacing height, both upper arms sprouting vibration blades.
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This time, the
words were clearer, not as garbled and he found himself getting more then words.
He saw darkness, starlit darkness, then the earth, hanging like a blue and white
ball in the expanse of starry sky, flaming light, blazing all around, mountains,
forest, a cabin… Cori’s Cabin!
“No!
What have you DONE!?”
The images came
faster now, flames lighting the cabin through the shattered wall, he heard
weapons fire, wood splintering. “GO! GET OUT!” That was Jake! The screams
that followed made him shake. He had a glimpse of a Armored trooper, a brief
moment of hope bloomed as the vision tinted red with pain, the fire around him,
the cabin coming down atop him.
Get away….
Please… please dear God... let her have gotten away… He prayed against the cold
dread in his chest, turning his guts to ice.
The armor
downed. Cori… oh God… CORI! Firing into the monsters face… her final
scream tore into his mind… her face blotted out in the white blaze of the
megasmasher.
“N-NO!”
He found
himself on his knees, clutching at his head. And over it all a inhuman insectile
cackling like alien laughter.
“You
BASTARD!”
His scream cut
through that horrible cicada cackling as he launched himself at the monster
before him. He had a blurred impression of it setting itself for his charge, but
he didn’t care. He launched himself at it, taking the creature around the waist,
avoiding it’s down swinging punch as he drove it backwards, staggering under the
force of his charge.
His legs came
off the ground as it reared back to full height, and he lashed out at the
massive knee of its right leg. Connecting solidly he felt the joint give, the
giant stumbling as the leg gave way. The feel was wrong though, not the popping
or cracking of bone, oddly spongy. He didn’t care.
Snarling in his
rage, he dodged the hasty counterpunch and leapt back out of reach. The
‘Grakken’ was staggering, it’s right leg bent oddly as it brought its lower arms
up, two crystals on the back of the hands glowing. Sean leapt away from the
withering blasts of laser fire that were suddenly sweeping the place he had been
standing. He watched in disbelief as the alien’s leg pulled itself back upright,
shifting almost liquidly back to the proper direction.
Sean launched
himself forward again, rotating to his left as he slashed at the monster.
“You KILLED Her!” Their blades met again with a scream as his feet
touched down, this time however, he was ready for the side slash from the other
blade, jumping straight up, one hand batting the arm aside as he whirled, bring
the other blade around to score a slash against the giant’s shoulder releasing a
gout of pale milky blood, before being knocked away.
He skidded to a
stop and launched himself back, the pain, and the fight seeming so unreal.
“I’ll take you apart a piece at a time you son of a bitch!” He
snarled, lashing out with his fist at the monster’s face. The meaty smack as his
fist slammed into the alien’s palm seemed very real, as did the crushing pain as
those armored fingers closed over his hand.
The Grakken
jerked him off the ground, even as he clawed at the hand that grasped him. A
hard blow against his chest knocked him sideways; a second crushing blow caught
him on the side of the head, knocking him back and to the ground. He felt the
monster loom over him blocking out the sun and lashed out with his left blade
blindly, slashing the air between them to drive it back. A numbing shock as
their blades met and his arm was knocked back, and then an explosion of blinding
pain as the alien’s other blade bit into his arm just above the elbow.
He realized he
was screaming as blood fountained from the wound. He tried to pull the arm back
his other raising to guard him, his vision blurring as he staggered back. And
found himself clutching the ragged stump where his arm had been, blood running
between his fingers as he saw his arm laying on the bloodied ground between
them.
A sudden
movement and a numbing blow against his midriff lifted him into the air; he
struggled to recover, unable to stop himself as he slammed back into the side of
a parked dump truck. The heavy steel denting as it absorbed his momentum, and
dropped him to the ground in a heap.
Sean dragged
himself upright… struggling with only one arm to do so. The Grakken coming
towards him, and the sickening realization that there was no way he could stop
it. It… was going to kill him.
Cori… I’m
sorry…
The alien
lifted its upper arm to its chest plate. Sean tried to stagger up, but couldn’t
seem to make it to his feet. He knew what was coming… and there was so much left
undone… so much he’d not be able to finish…
And then the
monster started at something off to the side behind him… And disappeared as a
blurred object slammed it with an impact hard enough to be felt, and powerful
enough to fling the creature back into the side of the building, collapsing it
on top of it.
Sho ran
forward, what little he had seen of the battle had been brutal and bloody. Sean
fighting with a feral ferocity he had never seen in the American before. The
grimly enjoyable activity of picking up the largest object at hand, in this case
a forklift, and hurling it with all his might at the monster had given him some
satisfaction. If it liked throwing things at people, it better be good at
playing catch.
He grabbed
Sean, pulling the injured Guyver to his feet. “Sean!” And jerked
back as the other man began to struggle. “Sean! It’s me, Sho! Calm down!”
Sean struggled
to free himself of Guyver 1’s grip. “S-Sho!? Where is it! Where did it?
I-I’ve got to kill it!” He shrugged away from Guyver 1’s grip and staggered
towards the rubble.
“Sean? Get
back! You’re in no condition to fight that thing!”
Sean didn’t
listen, and as Guyver 1 watched in shock, he dug his fingers into his chest plate,
and pulled open his right mega smasher. “Die you god damned alien bastard!”
He screamed as the cell powered up, the hazy white glow intensifying until with
a jolt he felt the weapon discharge. Gritting his teeth as he felt the clawing
fatigue rising to meet him as a brilliant beam of energy lanced out into the
rubble pile and beyond.
Miles away, at
the sight of the ruined Mercy 2, Jason directed the efforts for rescue and
salvage, the battle was over, any remaining skirmishes were light and random. He
jerked up as the sky lit with the brilliance of the mega smasher. “Oh hell.” He
thumbed his mike on. Now that the jamming field wasn’t needed it had been taken
down. “This is Bravo lead. Particle beam sighted, Configuration suggests G or
G-US is the source. Alpha and Beta, stay and help with the search and rescue…
Charlie with me. Kappa Lead, if you can spare a squad or two, we’d appreciate
it.”
Without waiting
for the response, he kicked his armor into motion. “Hold on Sean, I’m coming.”
The gravel
crunched beneath Sean’s knees as he dropped forward onto them, his one good arm
catching him shakily. It was done.
‘Cori… oh god,
Cori was gone.’
“Sean…”
An armored hand
fell on his shoulder and he shrugged it away.
“Goddamn
it Sho… leave me alone! Just go aw-ay!” His voice breaking on the last
word fed his anguish into rage as he staggered back to his feet. The furrow
carved by the mega smasher was hidden in a blanket of thick, oily smoke. The
contaminated soil at the edge of the blast zone headed enough to cook the
various chemicals out of it into a noxious cloud that blanketed the ruined
structure.
“Sean,
what’s happened? Tell me!” Sho gripped his good arm and tried to turn him
away from the devastation. The numbness settling over him snuffed Sean’s rage as
quick as it formed and he staggered against Sho.
“I-it showed
me where it came from… it s-sent pictures… in my head. That thing showed me
Cori’s cabin. It… It killed her!”
The agony
blazed back up from beneath the numbness, and his knees buckled again as he
gritted his teeth together so hard they hurt as he curled in on himself. He
dimly sensed Sho trying to support him, trying to ease him down gently. But all
he could see was Cori’s face, the terror in her eyes, and then the incandescence
of the megasmasher as it blotted her out.
He could hear
himself sobbing, and hated every moment of it. But the harder he tried to stop,
the worse it became. “It was looking for m-me… it f-followed me here.
SHE’S DEAD BECAUSE OF ME!” The howl of frenzied sorrow tore from him as
his fingers sank into the ground in front of him, clutching at the packed earth
hard enough to leave grooves.
“Sean…
Sean!” Hands were shaking him now, he was dimly aware. “We’re not
safe yet. That weird interference with my senses hasn’t disappeared. Look out!”
The shaking
turned into a grab, and he felt himself lifted and flung to the side. The shriek
of metal behind him reached him at the same time he hit the ground, rolling
limply before he managed to pull himself to his knees.
The monster
loomed out of the smoke, not even singed by a blast that should have killed it.
In one of its hand, it clutched a strange object, like a short rod of metal.
Even as he watched, the object seemed to telescope, growing into a staff that
ended in two wicked edged blades on each end. It glared at him, brandishing the
weapon, which began to glow with the dark energy of a gravity weapon.
Sean felt a
stab of regret, he hadn’t killed it, and he had nothing left to fight with. It
was as if he was hollow, emptied. He’d put his heart into that last effort, and
it wasn’t enough. Cori was dead, and he’d soon be joining her.
But then a blur
flashed out of the corner of his eye, a blue streak that met the creature
halfway. The monster had not seen the attack coming, but it adapted quickly,
shifting its attention to the unwounded Guyver.
The staff
whined through the air, slicing through the place Guyver 1 had been but a second
before, the blade carving a neat furrow into the ground as it came around. But
Sho was already inside the effective range of the weapon.
Sean has a
blurred impression of Sho using the giant’s knee as a springboard, before the
human Guyver landed a crushing blow against the side of the monsters face. He
staggered the creature with the force of the blow and was already whirling in
mid air when the counter-blow slammed into his gut, nearly doubling him over and
throwing him back.
Guyver 1 hit
the ground in an improvised shoulder-roll that brought him back to his feet.
“What are you? “ He barked at the thing before him.
“Grrrrrak-ken.” Came the inhuman response, the creature repeating the sound
as it leveled the staff at Guyver 1, a blaze of dark energy blasting out from
it, blowing a crater where Guyver 1 had stood.
But Sho was no
longer there. In a move almost too fast for Sean to follow, he had sprung
straight up in a Guyver-powered standing jump that carried him well clear of the
blast. He dropped towards the monster as his blades extended and he forced the
giant to counter with his own.
And Sean found
him dragging himself to his feet, running towards the battling pair. The Grakken
had been turned away from him, he had a clear shot at its massive back, and he
intended to use it. His hand shot out in front of him, fingers clutching
claw-like at the air. It took a moment for the pressure cannon to form, weaker
then usual either from his only having one hand, or just due to his battered and
weakened state he couldn’t tell.
It became quite
clear to him, that a pressure cannon was nearly impossible to aim in his current
condition when the dark sphere of energy dipped so low it almost hit the ground
as he threw, and then inscribed a graceful arc that almost cleared the
creature’s shoulder.
Almost.
Sean felt a
manic grin spread across his face as his shot slammed hard into the Grakken’s
shoulder, the creature roaring in pain as the energy tore through it’s armor,
releasing a gout of milky fluid the likes of which Sean had never seen. The thud
of the massive arm that had just been severed dropping into a twitching mass on
the ground made him laugh.
With a
convulsive heave, the alien Guyver threw Guyver 1 off of him. Sho managed to get
one slash in as he sailed backwards, his blade scoring down the left side of its
chest, before he slammed hard into the same dump truck Sean had encountered. Sho
winced as the air rang with the resounding thud as the vehicle was nearly rolled
onto its side by the force of the blow.
And the Grakken
turned towards him. Sean had a brief moment to watch it pluck something from the
shaft of the staff with its lower hand before it’s upper blurred back in a throw
that launched the staff like a spear at him. He twisted, and almost managed to
clear the weapon, but the blade caught him just above the left hip, and he cried
out as the blade bit, piercing his armor as only a vibrational weapon could. The
force of the blow knocked him back against the building, and he felt the blade
sink deep into the wall behind him, it’s barely felt hum going silent, leaving
it embedded in the brick wall, pinning him there.
He grabbed at
the haft with his good right hand, but having to reach across his own body, he
couldn’t get any leverage to remove it. He jerked his gaze back to the Grakken
to see it turned to where Guyver One had fallen. Sho was getting up, though a
little dazedly.
“Oh
shit... Sho! Lookout!”
The Grakken had
already torn his right upper chest plate open, the mega smasher already powering
up. Sho had enough time to look up and see what was coming, but no more then a
second to react to it.
“SHO!”
Sean screamed
as the weapon fired, it’s blaze of light blotting out Sho, just as it had Cori.
“No!”
“NO!”
Another friend
gone in the blink of an eye… erased as casually as one might swat a fly.
But this fly
wasn’t helpless.
And it had been
swatted by bigger and badder things before.
Nearly obscured
in the nimbus of the mega smasher, an anomaly was present, a barrier through
which the brilliant beam could not pass. It was as if a bubble that the blast
could not pierce had been set in its path. The energy washed over and around
this pocket of space, its destructive energies splashing out, unfocused and
weakened.
A new shape
rose within the roaring inferno of the mega smasher, something as massive as the
creature it fought. Yellow armored, massive shoulder pods, so unlike anything
Sean had ever seen that it took him a moment to realize it was constructed like
a Guyver!
Guyver Gigantic
lashed his arm forward, and as the beam of the mega smasher died, his vibration
blade flicked out, growing impossibly long on some sort of tendril. The Grakken,
caught by total surprise, barely had time to register this turn of events before
the blade buried itself in its chest.
The incredible
cackling screech that it let loose as the blade burst out it’s back was followed
by it crumpling back to the ground. The massive yellow Guyver pulled its arm
back sharply and the blade returned, retracting with an audible pop, as it
pulled free of the alien’s body.
“It’s
Over.”
The voice
boomed out through the courtyard, the Guyver distortion present but not entirely
masking the voice beneath.
“Sho?”
The massive
yellow Guyver turned towards the sound. Its pose and bearing so reminiscent of
the young Japanese man that Sean found himself chuckling in astonishment.
“Sean, I’ll
get you free in a moment, once I’m sure our friend is going to stay down.”
Sho approached
the downed creature, tensing as he watched it thrash where it lay, already in a
pool of the pale liquid that served it for blood. He had severed its spine of
that he was sure. It was hurt badly, but it wasn’t dead yet. As a Guyver, it
wouldn’t die quite so easily. As he moves within its line of sight, it suddenly
lifted its head and lower arms, brilliant crimson laser blasts peppering his
chest.
“Sho!? You
alright?”
Guyver Gigantic
simply stood over the downed Grakken. The laser blasts left small scorch marks
against its armor, but no more. Soon, the Grakken either ran out of what energy
it had, or realized the attack was getting it nowhere.
“It’s
alright Sean, he can’t hurt me anymore. And now maybe we can get some answers.”
Sho knelt
beside the creature, catching the arm it tried to strike him with, pinning it
down with one hand, the other gripping it by the throat.
“Who sent
you? Why did you attack us?”
The monster
didn’t move, or respond. Sho tightened his grasp warningly.
“Answer
me!”
The creature
remained completely still, but finally broke its silence.
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Before Sho
could stop it, it brought its lower hand up, something cupped in the palm and
slapped it hard into the open, pulsing chest wound. Sho had a glimpse of a
crystal glowing greenly as it was ground to powder against the alien’s chest.
Before his enhanced hypser senses screamed a warning and he tried to leap back
from the creature.
The Grakken
grappled with him, pulled upright as Sho tried to get free. The green light
emanating from the gash in his armor grew brighter, and Sho felt the alien’s
strength growing. The creature was matching him, even as damaged as it was!
The sickly
green glow grew brighter, seeming to emanate from within every fiber of the
creature’s being, leaking out from around the Guyver unit’s tendrils… The
Grakken pulling itself up against the Gigantic as they struggled. Sho felt its
energy spiking, growing unstable, and knew he had to get away!
With a thought,
he activated the Gigantic’s chest spike, the vibration spike growing outward in
a split second. It knifed through the Grakken’s skull, bursting out the back of
its head as it splattered pale brain tissue onto the bloody ground. The alien
sagged, and as he retracted the spike, Sho threw the nearly incandescent corpse
away from himself, away from Sean, launching the rag doll that had once been the
Grakken into the air as the space around Sho shimmered as he brought his full
shields up around himself and Sean. The Grakken flopped to the ground a distance
away, laying there for a few long seconds before the energy spike Sho had
detected finally reached the point of no return and the entire area became
engulfed in a blinding green light
Jason felt the
ground shudder violently beneath the metal-shod feet of his armor as suddenly
the whole area got bathed in a bright green light. His HUD suddenly went black
as his armor got hit by the explosions EMP. Leaving Jason to sit in darkness
before the Armor systems rebooted.
“What the
hell?” Jason exclaimed as he watched his armor systems come back online and
noted as his HUD sensors came back that the other armors were also back online.
Jason then waved the column of troops forward as he used his jet pods to reach
the roof of the tallest building in the area. Looking out in the direction the
mega smasher had come from, the massive column of black smoke was easy to see.
“Holy hell…
Charlie team. Double-time it! We’ve got a… massive detonation. Source unknown,
possibly nuclear so everyone watch your rads, but we need to backup G and G-US
ASAP! Break ranks and converge on coordinates at best possible speed.”
His armored
feet left crushed imprints on the concrete roof beneath him as he pounded his
way across it amidst a chorus of acknowledgements… His jet pods flaring as he
leapt clear of the building and down two stories onto the next. His next leap
landed him clear of downtown and out into warehouses and industrial complexes,
and a good few hundred yards ahead of his men.
It took him a
moment to realize he had company. Flanking him were two of the new Boomer units,
he had never seen them in full action and the fact that they were managing to
keep up with him was most impressive.
Their strange
bouncing gait had been one of the factors that got them their name. The armored
leg units ended in pneumatic powered risers with a traction pad at the end.
Auto-stabilized by the back unit, they had a powerful if very inhuman stride.
His short-range
radio crackled to life. “We got your back Bravo Lead.”
“Boss,
didn’t know you’d decided to come for this little jog.” Jason was surprised,
Stephen rarely ever left the point of his command, and he had not requested the
other commander’s presence.
“Hey, if you
got all shot up, General Carter would be asking me why I ‘didn’t send the best
of my team to watch your back!’” He was a good mimic of voices, and his
lampoon of the General had Jason grinning despite his worry. “Suffices to
say, it’s safer for all involved if I tag along. ‘Sides, I can’t let Morgan here
out of my sight, and he wasn’t about to stay on clean up. Were you Morgan?”
“Aw, come on
Boss. The Guyvers saved my ass, least I can do is return the favor!”
The pounding of
the Beta’s feet jarred the pavement, leaving marks even on that resilient
surface as Jason and his backup advanced on the distant smoking ruin where Sho
and Sean had to be.
Sean shook his
head, the wringing in his ears slowly fading. He was horizontal; the wall he had
been pinned to had been crushed back by the powerful blast of the Grakken’s
self-destruct. He tried to sit up, and winced in pain… no, he was still pinned
tight. He did manage to shift the debris off from atop him enough to look around
for his partner.
“Sho. Sho!
Are you alright?”
His
hyper sensors moved and he caught a sense of the other Guyver off to his right,
turning in that direction, he saw the yellow giant pulling himself free of the
rubble that had collapsed atop him.
“I’m fine
Sean, just a bit battered. Are you okay? You don’t have as much armor as I do
right now.”
Sean slumped
back against the wall, gazing up into the smoky air. He didn’t think he’d be all
right again. A moment latter, Guyver Gigantic loomed over him.
“He messed
you up pretty bad… didn’t he? Hang on let me see if I can get you free, this…
may hurt.”
Before Sean
could do more then brace himself; Sho’s armored hand had grasped the haft of the
spear that still jutted in the air above him, his other pressing against Sean’s
armored midsection. After testing the spears weight, he gave it a firm upward
jerk. Sean growled as he felt the weapon pulling back through the hole it had
made in his flesh, then it hummed to life, the blade slicing easily through him,
the pain intense but bearable as the tearing ceased and the weapon slide from
him effortlessly.
Sho pressed his
hand over the pulsing wound as he hefted the staff. “Now that’s interesting…
I think it’s designed similar to our armor… thought controlled.” A moment
later, the weapon shifted, its metal segments shifting with a hiss as they
compacted into each other, retracting the blades into the simple rod they had
seen the Grakken holding at first.
“Sit tight
Sean, I’ll be right back.”
Sho set the rod
carefully down beside his fallen friend and moved away from him on some errand.
Sean felt the pain in his side ebbing and with an effort, managed to sit up. His
groping hand found the weapon and he hefted it, looking down at the device. The
metallic surface was octagonal in shape, its surface a dull metallic gray, but
textured oddly, the overlapping metal plates seeming almost reptilian, or
insect-like in their shape and structure.
Sho returned,
carrying the bloody mass of Sean’s severed arm. “Ok Sean, hold still, this is
really going to sting.” Without any further warning, he gripped Sean’s
shoulder, just above the clean slice the blade had left, and slapped the
amputated limb against the stump.
Sean cried out
at the sudden sharp pain that jolted through him as he felt his flesh writhe in
an alarming and thoroughly alien fashion. Sho watched in satisfaction as the
damaged armor and tendrils seemed to flow together. He held Sean still through
the worst of the pain as nerves were reconnected, the feedback of their last
message of trauma taking a moment to fade.
“Ok, take a
deep breath Sean, I know that hurt, but it’s a better option then waiting for
your whole arm to regenerate. And we can’t leave any pieces of ourselves just
laying around. That’s asking for trouble. Speaking of which…” Sean pulled
himself shakily to his feet as Sho moved away again. The Gigantic digging
amongst the rubble as he shook the last of the pins and needles from his
restored arm.
He shivered,
that was his first true amputation by an enemy blade. But the fact that Sho
could so calmly handle it meant he knew about, and had probably experienced the
sensation at least a few times. The idea of going through it again made him
wince as he watched Sho retrieve the Grakken’s still twitching severed arm.
“What are we
going to do with that Sho? The ACTF will probably want it for study.”
Guyver Gigantic
shook his head. “No. Too dangerous, we’ll mega smash it. Otherwise we could
end up fighting its regenerated clone.” He walked away from the surprised
Guyver US to drop the limb on a slab of concrete that was clear of any
obstruction and in a direction that lead to the ocean.
“What do you
mean? That thing will regenerate? How? It has no control medal!”
Sho walked back
to join him as he again shook his head. “The armor itself is alive Sean, it’s
what allows regeneration, and healing. The Control medal only controls it. Sever
a limb from a Guyver and leave if long enough, and it will grow into a… monster.
Not a Guyver… but still very strong, and very mean.”
The Gigantic
turned towards the limb, ignoring it’s feeble twitching as he pulled right chest
plate open. “So, we destroy it to keep that from happening.” The rising
hum of building power, and the sudden intense discharges of electrical
interference of the Giga Smasher was many times more powerful then Sean had ever
seen in his own blasts.
The sudden
strobe and the brilliant discharge heralded the complete disintegration of the
arm, the slab, and a furrow of earth leading out from the blast site and in a
straight line into the waters of the Atlantic more then a half mile distant. The
beam, so bright that the sunlight darkened, as it’s own shadows fled, replaced
by the black shadows streaming away from the massive blast. The billowing of
steam as the beam lanced into the water continued on for an incredible distance,
gouging a tunnel into the green waters almost out of sight before finally
halting as the beam cut out.
A moment after
closing the chest plate, a weird cocoon seemed to appear out of nowhere to
envelop the yellow giant. As it fell away, the familiar figure of Guyver 1
staggered out from the enfolding petals, before the whole thing vanished as
Guyver 1
knelt, panting.
“What the
hell was that!?” Sean’s incredulity carried well, even with the distortion
of the Guyver unit. It was enough to make Sho smile tiredly beneath his armor.
“That was
the Gigantic, a sort of… upgrade module for the Guyver. I’d really rather keep
it quiet for now… I wasn’t meaning to let it be seen. It’s a secret weapon, and
I want it to remain such. Okay?”
Sean could only
nod dumbly before he sensed motion behind them, a Blue armor and two
scout-armored troopers making their way over the rubble towards them. He heard
Jason’s voice booming out of the PA.
“Are you two
alright? What the hell was that blast!? It looked like a mega smasher, but I’ve
never seen one that powerful!”
Sean felt
fatigue dragging at him. The armor was done healing his body, and it was subtly
prodding him to send it away. “We’re alright, Jason. It… it was a double
mega smash… both of us firing at once.” He managed to say, taking a step
towards them before he felt a sudden tingle, and a wash of air as his armor
retracted by itself. His knees buckling as his vision swirled into blackness.
Guyver 1 leapt
forward, catching Sean as he stumbled, his armor abandoning him. He lowered the
American to the ground, not surprised to find him unconscious. “Jason, we
have to get Sean out of here, he’s taken quite a beating.”
He turned to
see the front plate of the armor swinging up, Jason clawing at his restraints to
get free of it. “Battle’s over Sho, don’t worry!” He swung down out of the armor
and popped a hatch on the side, jerking out a thick, bulky plastic case as he
made his way over to them both.
Guyver 1 stepped
back as Jason knelt beside the unconscious Sean. Opening the case he removed a
thick syringe from a shockproof case. The vessel already charged with a pale
yellow fluid. Finding a vein on Sean’s arm he slid the hypodermic home and
slowly pressed the plunger. “We’ve discovered the major chemistry of what the
Guyver uses up in operation.” He murmured for Sho’s benefit. “This is sort of a
cocktail of nutrients and stimulants to stabilize him, it helps his system
recover from the after-effects of using his unit strenuously.”
Sho felt his
weariness pulling at him, and glanced over to see the rest of Jason’s armored
force forming a perimeter around the area. “Since you have things under
control… I think I need to de-activate too, before you have to pump one of those
into me next.”
Seeing Jason’s
nod, he closed his eyes, feeling a tingle just like Sean had felt, before he
dropped to his knees, skinning the left on a broken slate. The pain was good; it
reminded him he was alive, and still human. As he panted for breath, he glanced
up in time to see Jason toss something in his direction.
He felt a
certain pride that even exhausted as he was, he could still catch the silvery
object. Looking at the label, he realized two things; first, it was a bar of
military chocolate. Second, he was ravenously hungry.
It was a good
thing he was, he decided, as he wrestled the heavy, unappetizing mass of the bar
into his stomach. Its texture was all wrong for chocolate, and it’s taste was
about as appealing as a boiled potato. But it was good for fast energy and he
was starting to feel better, his hunger pangs easing as Sean finally began to
stir.
The first thing
Jason did was slap another of the ration bars into Sean’s hand. And from the
look of it, Sean was used to this efficient, effective treatment as he tore the
wrapper open with shaking hands to wolf down the contents with mechanical
determination. Jason handed Sho a canteen, the bitter, plastic tasting water at
least soothed his throat before he handed it back.
Sean lay back,
chewing the last bite slowly before swallowing and taking his own long gulp from
the canteen. “Jason… I… need to get back to the cabin… I-I think something has
happened to Cori.”
“You’re in no
condition to go anywhere right now.” Jason held Sean down as the younger man
tried to get up. “You need to recover before you do anything.”
“You don’t
understand… I… I think she’s dead.” The raw pain in his voice, the rigid control
he exerted to maintain some semblance of calm as he said those words visibly hit
Jason. The FBI agent’s professional mask broke in his shock and the real fear in
his eyes was plain for Sho to see.
Without a word
Jason got back to his feet and ran back to his armor. The two Boomers, having
stayed at a distance out of the way, now moved to flank the two young men,
maintaining a strict watch with weapons at the ready as Jason pulled his radio
mike out of the armor and started speaking into it in a low but urgent voice
that gradually became harder and more insistent as the conversation wore on.
A few minutes
later, the approaching stuttered chop of a helicopter showed Jason’s intent. The
massive gunship settled to a relatively clear place amongst the rubble in a
combat landing that almost bounced it off the ground. Jason left his armor where
it was as he pulled a combat weapon from a slot inside and left instructions for
his troops to get another pilot to take it back to the LZ as he manhandled both
Sean and Sho into the transport.
The two Boomers
came along, each sitting in the doors on either side, harnesses latched onto
their armor to keep them secure as the helicopter took off with the same speed
it had landed. Jason looked like he was aching for details. But trying to say
anything in a noisy helicopter was only an exercise in screaming. Sean was so
dazed that Jason handed a headset to Sho instead. As Sho put it on he heard the
pilot sending out a radio call.
“Sierra Hotel
Papa, this is Whiskey Tango Niner come in… Sierra Hotel Papa respond… If your
transmitter is down switch to ELF transponder channel 3… Sierra Hotel Papa
respond…”
The droning
contact request continued for the entire trip, but Jason provided other
commentary. “Sho, tell me what happened. If the Safe house has been
compromised, how did Sean know about it? And what the hell were you two fighting
back there?”
“I can’t
give you much information Jason, I’m sorry, but Sean has most of the answers
now. I CAN tell you that what we were fighting was a Guyver, and a powerful one.
It was not human in even the remotest sense. I don’t… I don’t think it was from
Chronos. It told Sean something, it contacted him telepathically, and whatever
it told him drove him into a frenzy.”
They saw the
faded stain of smoke in the air before they rounded the last ridge. The
helicopter circled the area once, before coming in on a low pass. The two
boomers unhooked themselves, and as the chopper passed over the pasture next to
the crater where the cabin had been, they both dropped down.
The shocks on
the leg units took the fall, nearly two stories down without missing a beat. The
two each covered a half-circle with their weapons, searching for any threat
before moving apart and waving the chopper in. Sean was clambering out almost
before the skids came to rest, Jason and Sho a second behind as they followed
Sean in his headlong rush towards the crater.
He collapsed at
the edge of the smoldering hole, gazing dumbly at the place his life had once
been… Ignoring Jason’s questions, ignoring the two Boomers as they fanned out
looking for survivors, finding only bodies.
“Sean!” Jason
was shaking him now. “Sean what happened here!? How did you know?”
“I-it came in
the night…” He whispered, his voice so hushed Jason has to kneel just to hear
him. Locking eyes with the younger man, wincing at the crazed look he found
there.
“It came, th-they
didn’t know it was there until it was already on them.” He jerked away from
Jason, gazing out at the furrowed earth, seeing the cabin where it should have
been. “It got Jake… inside… C-Cori made it out. There… was… an Armor. It
f-fought the thing… Cori shot at it. It… it…” He voice choked off in anguish as
he dropped forward onto his hands and went absolutely still.
The fingers on
his right hand shook as he clutched at something in the burnt grass, realizing
as he did, that he was kneeling at the narrow edge of the Mega Smasher cone.
The Grakken… oh god... it would have been standing right here. Again he saw
the fevered look in Cori’s eyes as she unloaded her gun into the monster’s face,
and then the all-consuming white of the mega smasher.
He lifted his
hand, catching the object he had glimpsed in the ash at the edge of the blast
mark. A torn silver chain, caked with grime, partly melted, the small locket
bent and twisted open. The picture inside too caked with ash and dirt to see,
the engraving on the inside of the lid barely legible now, its lines blurred
from heat. But he read them as clearly as the day he’d had them engraved.
C & S
Forever
Oh Cori… I’m
sorry… It’s all. My… Fault.
He didn’t
realize he was struggling, he didn’t realize he was fighting both Sho and Jason
as they all but dragged him away from the place Cori had died. His screams of
denial and his nearly delirious threats endured without complaint or response.
The ruins of
the cabin slowly grew cold as the snow began to fall, the whiteness slowly
reclaiming the carnage that had occurred there. The chopper lifted and fled the
destruction below, but even as Sean finally gave up his struggles in exhaustion,
he knew that he was dead. The fact that he stilled moved, meant only that he
hadn’t finished his tasks yet.
But his soul
lay dead in the snow with Cori, and someone, somewhere was going to pay dearly
before he lay down to join her.
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