Feral Island
100 miles south east of present day Malaysia
It was here Solom
chose as the location of his own Ship. It had being over a hundred years
since the creation of Guyver Supreme. His creation as far has Solom was
concerned was the true beginning of the Warrior Project. He had the
first stable Battle Unit. Since then he’d worked tirelessly on producing
his first Battle Guyver. It was a success and defeated the Guyver
Supreme. The first Unit and still the only Prototype Unit to pass the
Supreme Test as was now known. That was over ten years ago.
Solom’s first
complete Battle Unit had very capable fire power but similar shielding
to that of Guyver Supreme himself. It was the first Unit to successfully
use the HSL system he’d designed. Members of his team had also
successfully designed other Units. Hpa’Var designed the Turbo Unit, it
basically improved on where the Guyver Supreme design left off. The Unit
being far more stable and with a basic HSL system to feed the Unit
overcame the design flaw that left Guyver Supreme in a Bio-Pod to
regenerate after a long battle.
Hpa'Edem another
member of his team had designed a near perfect Stealth Unit. But it was
defeated by the Guyver Supreme who’s more advanced sensors than that of
a Standard Guyver where able to sense the gaps in their sensor range.
His second Unit failed also to defeat the Supreme Test. That was over
fifty years ago, yesterday Solom and his team toasted their latest
success. The Hpa’Edem Stealth Unit-G3 had successfully completed what
his determined team mate had envisaged, a perfect Stealth Unit. Guyver
Supreme had not being able to sense the Unit at all. As such he was
unable to a successful attack on his opponent.
Solom should have
being happy with the progress of this, and indeed he was. But the issue
was none of these successful Units where what he envisaged for the
Warrior Project’s completed Unit design. For him to have what he wanted
for his Warrior Unit, their three Units would need to be combined and
retain all the powers of the three original Units. The first Warrior
Unit prototype he had made was a complete failure. It now remained in a
dormant state inside a storage pod in the ship after being defeated with
ease by the Guyver 0. He now worked on the second Unit taking the few
working systems from the first Prototype.
Learning from his
past mistake he had worked on a second power system for the unit for a
backup to the HSL system. This system was given to him by the Gen known
as Eve, a rather mysterious friend of his mate Ananke. Solom knew it to
be using cutting edge research of the Darmon being, that this could be
very dangerous bringing with it a new set of risks, but it also brought
with it advances in technology that he and his group had yet to
accomplish. He wondered if this was the right thing to do. But he had
little choice without a means of linking these three units together and
makes the Unit stable he would fail the Supreme Test.
Atlantis – Solom Coliseum
It had being many
years since Kron now ruled the city. Many years he’d witnessed and
organised battles and displays of war and enjoyed the power of being the
ruler of the most powerful human nation on Earth. Zeugma and her little
sister Seraph were always away looking after the needs of the Gen
leaving Kron free reign to rule as he saw fit. The only thing to relieve
his boredom of immortality was to see others lose their lives. Countless
lives of man, women, zoa-forms and Guyvers had lost their lives in the
Solom Coliseum just to relieve his boredom and that of his brother
Reeve.
Today though it was
different, Kron stood in the middle of the great Coliseum awaiting his
opponent Solufein. He’d forgotten his name. The name of the Great
Snake’s clan Shaman son, he’d killed the father, won the right to Zeugma
by beating the weakling to a bloody pulp. It was only the plea and
promise of Zeugma that saved Solufein that day. Ever since the arrival
of the gods, he never realised one of the few people of the combined
tribe to have vanished was Solufein. The rest where either zoanoids or
zoalords or had being resettled to the area around the great Clan Ship.
What had the God’s done to Solufein? Why did the Gods want him to fight
such a worthless weakling? There was a blinding light as Solufein
appeared before Kron. His eyes glowed like twin suns burning into him.
The gods then ordered combat to begin.
The area around Kron
turned dark as he summoned gravitational energy towards him. Solufein
did not move or show any emotion as Kron built more and more power. A
second later he let go firing a huge distortion towards Solufein, the
zoalord just stood there as it past harmlessly through him and continued
on to obliterate a zoalord protecting the crowd. The crowd roared in
both awe and fear at the sight of this unable to decide if their ruler
was going to be the victor or if more zoalords would die today. Kron
looked at Solufein perplexed to how the rival zoalord was able to evade
such an attack.
“There was a time
Kron when I feared you,” said Solufein as he now walked slowly towards
Kron. Kron raised his right arm, energy surrounding it and as he brought
it crashing down an energy wave crashed towards his enemy. Again the
energy passed harmlessly through Solufein towards the crowd crashing
into the huge stone wall below it sending rock, dust and debris flying
everywhere.
“There was a time
you ruled the Great Snake with fear and intimidation,” said Solufein
getting closer to Kron. The fear on Kron’s face now showed as he
realised this was no mere zoalord he faced. The orbs on his knuckles
glowed as he pulled his hands back and then forward firing ten mini
gravity balls towards Solufein. Again the attack passed harmlessly
through him slamming into the wall below the crowd now realising it
wasn’t safe in this part of the coliseum had moved back away from the
walls.
“You killed my
father, you killed the Numidan, the Clan Father and the gods rewarded
you how? They made you the ruler of this great kingdom!” shouted
Solufein. His eyes glowed filled with rage as he now attacked Kron. But
this was not in away the Zoalord expected. His mind linked to Kron.
Kron’s fell to his knees in pain holding his head screaming in agony has
Solufein walked up within hands reach of the powerful zoalord.
<”CEASE”> ordered a
voice.
Solufein though
compelled to follow did not. He was a Lost One; he did not need to obey
like other Zoalords did. Reeve in sensing the voice and noticing his
brother’s attacker did not stop now fired on Solufein with zoa-crystal
fire. To Solufein a zoalord who could warp time the attack happened
slowly and once again time slowed around him and he warped himself out
of reality as the blast hit where he stood. But before he could counter
attack Reeve, the most powerful of the zoalords appeared between them,
Zeugma! The Clan mother, daughter to Numidan the one person he knew and
possibly the Gods also knew he would never disobey. Before she even
needed to ask he stopped the attack on Kron and returned to normal time.
Zeugma in her battle
from shined brightly brimming with raw power focusing those in the
Coliseum zoa from and human alike to look away in a show of strength.
Kron now freed of Solufein’s mental attack now began to recover his
brother Reeve teleporting beside him.
“Kill him Zeugma,”
roared Reeve with such anger that he was almost foaming at the mouth.
“Solufein, why did
you disobey the gods?” asked Zeugma walking towards the Lost One.
“What does it matter
Zeugma? He dared attack a Master Zoalord; he dared to disobey the gods
he should die NOW!” said Reeve, Zeugma could sense the attack looming
from Reeve. Solufein stood silently leaving it to her what happened
next.
<“The Lost One is
important to us Zeugma, do not let him be destroyed if you can control
him,”> ordered the voice.
“Our masters have
spoken Reeve, he is to live.”
“To hell with what
they think, he attacked me, he attacked Kron he is to DIE!” roared Reeve
as his he raised his hand that was full of energy to attack Solufein.
Before he could do commit though he found his arms resisting him. He
attempted to fire his zoa-crystal that too resisted him. As his gaze
turned from Solufein to Zeugma he was why he was unable to attack.
Zeugma prevented him!
“You dare object to
the orders of the Gods?” But Zeugma did not wait for an answer and with
a simple flick of her wrist she sent Reeve flying with her psionic
powers into the coliseum walls.
“He was blinded by
anger Solufein, but you why did you of all people disobey the Gods?
“They have never
being able to command me Zeugma!”
“What do you mean?”
“They call me the
Lost One! They have tried to make more liked me but they have failed.
They have never being able to command me unless I wanted to do what they
asked.”
“And you wanted to
fight Kron?”
“He never deserved
what he has, after what he done to our tribe! To our fathers!”
“That was a life
time ago, we’re Zoalords now, the agents of the Gods!” said Zeugma, the
influence of those that commanded her showing clearly to those outside
the control of the Gen. Solufein knew that he would not be able to
change the mind of his childhood love, his Clan Mother and natural
leader. To die at her hands would be an even crueller joke of
misfortune.
“I will do as you
ask Clan Mother, and as an agent of the Gods it will be as if he came
from them,” said Solufein hoping this would not only please Zeugma but
those that listened through her right now. Zeugma nodded in agreement,
Solufein knew this meant more testing by the gods, that he would be
placed inside a chamber for further study. That mattered little to him,
someday the Gods would be gone and would be able to speak with Zeugma
without their interference! Both Zeugma and Solufein then teleported
away.
Kron heard what they
both said, more so what that runt Solufein had said about him. He stood
up, around him the crowd roared in delight at the sight of him
recovering. He needed to show them that he could not only stand, that he
could still command the elements. Kron’s zoa-crystal glowed and the sky
above them turned from clear blue sky to darkness in mare seconds as
clouds appeared. Lightning crashed around him as Kron floated off the
ground. Then as soon as it started Kron stopped and the clouds cleared
again to the cheers of a crowd Kron was well used to being able to wow.
He walked now to his brother Reeve. He was still unconscious, Kron was
unsure if this was because of the force of the impact or from a mental
command from Zeugma. But as he neared his brother he started to move.
Kron reached down to help his brother up.
“Where... are they,”
asked Reeve, as he slowly got up with his brothers help.
“She left with
Solufein, the Gods must have a plan for him,” answered Kron.
“I don’t care what
they plan for them brother, some day the tables will turn and I will
kill them all!”
Italy – Warrior Guyver project site 3
close modern day Pompeii
It was close to
fifty years since the birth of Krullnar. By normal Gen standards though
he was still a youngling, but born a human hybrid he ages much faster
than Gen would normally. By human standards he was “born old”, by the
time he was five he had already learned the complete human DNA map. His
mind craved knowledge and by the time he was ten he began to form his
own ideas on what would be the Warrior Projects future. Krullnar foresaw
that while the Gen themselves where to take advantage of the Guyver
effect with enhanced Units. The issue at hand was who or what would be
their army. Would it be the Gen themselves? Unlikely and the Zoa-forms
had an inherent weakness in that they could possibly go out of the
control. While the Gen themselves had taken steps to modify the Unit-G
in all Relic’s and ships they encountered on Earth if they ever faced
the Uranus again it would be possible for a Zoalord or Zoanoid to
encounter a Unit of theirs and that would be a disaster for all.
At the age of ten
Krullnar foresaw something his father had only briefly thought of. The
Guyver effect relied on two factors, to be human and the Unit-G. If this
was modified and a new race created that would not go Guyver when merged
with a Unit-G this would give them the warriors they needed. So not to
risk the possibility of a weapon too powerful for them to control none
of this race Krullnar envisaged would be zoa-formed like humanity is
today. Instead they would be merged with a new armour and control
crystal that Krullnar called Kavzar based on the legend of old the
Warriors that protected the Council of the 13 on their lost home world.
Then on his eighteenth birthday her merged with his control Unit.
It contained in it the work of his father and mother, their knowledge,
hopes and fears for him. That day marked the change from childhood to
that of a full member of the Warrior Project.
That was thirty two
years ago when Krullnar thought of that idea and joined his family’s
project. While his father worked on the second Warrior Unit itself his
mother was at work in a secret site elsewhere known only to Krullnar,
Solom and Eve. They had divided the work between them; Krullnar would
continue work on what would be the weapons system, his mother and Eve
designed the race that would come use it while he now had finished the
first Zoa-Battle Unit G1. He had taken his father’s lessons in not to
overwhelm the design and unlike normal Unit-G’s this Unit marked the
first complete change control medal design in that it was controlled by
a Control Crystal similar to that of a Zoalord’s Zoa-Crystal.
He looked at his
Unit and couldn’t help but feel a little bit of dread while he wondered
what future this Unit and the next prototypes would help achieve. If
this Unit and the line of Units he would create worked, then there would
be a day the Gen would no longer need humanity, there would be a day
they would no longer need the Zoalords, and there would be a day he
would no longer be able to be with Zeugma. His childhood crush was still
a person he cared about deeply. It was something he kept to himself,
knowing the Gen would never be in favour of it. He hopped that his
creation wouldn’t spell her doom, and if he prevent that he would but
not at a cost of the Warrior Project.
Pacifica Test
Site
Pariah stood ready
for battle. It was years since he first fought here. Since then a lot
more plant life had taken hold on the huge land mass. But it was still
mostly a barren landscape that the Gen kept free of large mammals that
could interfere in their tests. Today he hoped would be no different
than before, he would fight a new foe and he would defeat it. He now
waited for the battle trained human he was going to face to merge with
their Unit. Once that was complete then they would be given a knowledge
dumb of everything they needed to know about the Unit. At that point
battle would commence. He decided walk towards where he reckoned the
combatant would be. Having fought here so many times before he had
gotten used to the landscape and the points the Gen put their test
subjects. This would at least give him something to do while his
opponent got ready.
A few minutes later
the islands control centre activated and sent the information pulse that
signalled the start of battle. Guyver Supreme knew he was getting too
used to battle, he was correct in his guess he had being walking towards
his new foe. Guyver Supreme knew not to waste energy now, his Unit did
not take enough power from the boost dimension to allow him to battle
for an unlimited time. He had to use his power sparingly and
effectively. He done the same old trick he always did, he let his foe
waste more energy getting to him.
A few minutes later
his head sensors twitched as his foe came into range. This thing was
different to the normal pure Guyver beings he faced. It felt like a
strange mix of Guyver and a Zoalord, he was worried at first when he
sensed it but somehow realised it wasn’t powerful enough to be a true
Guyver Zoalord. Whatever this thing was it was flying towards him, as he
saw it the creature did look like a mix between a Guyver and a Zoalord
and as it landed he caught sight of the beings control crystal, it was
not like a Guyvers normal one at all but that of a Zoalord. He didn’t
have time to wonder what that meant as the being sent a series of
gravity bullets flying towards him. Guyver Supreme activated his shield
that absorbed the attack and returned fire with his head beam. The being
he faced control crystal glowed as Guyver Supreme realised he was in for
a real battle for his life has a shield appeared around his foe and his
head laser fire was also shielded.
Both foes stopped
for a moment. Both had head sensors which moved back and forward trying
to absorb as much information they could about each other in the few
seconds they allowed each other to this.
Guyver Supreme found
himself again on the receiving end of a fast gravity attack but it
lacked the real power needed break his shield. Guyver Supreme this time
retaliated with his pressure cannon. The gravity flew with deadly
precision breaking through his foes shield and hitting him square in the
chest blowing a hole through the centre. The being feel to his knees
unable to scream in pain with what would be a mortal wound to a human
the Guyver Supreme knew this was his chance to finish the fight. Before
the being had a chance to recover he opened his mega-smasher and
obliterated his foe. Guyver Supreme deactivated his armour leaving the
man known as Pariah standing. He looked at where his unnamed foe stood.
This wasn’t the most powerful prototype he had faced but it was the most
surprising and the first that used the lesser powers of a Zoalord
against him. He knew deep down that he would sooner or later face
another foe like this as its Gen creator worked on the design. It would
only be a matter of time before he faced one with real firepower.
Knossos – Floating City above Mount
Olympus
Solom and Ananke sat
together on the couch in front of a 3d holographic device that showed a
play live from Atlantis. The Gen had discovered the human need for
entertainment and the stories of Atlantis and their plays where the
current height of this entertainment to them. Ananke and Solom hadn’t
seen each other for months, both deep in work on their respective work
for their Warrior Project. Both felt the need to relax and to be
together. Ananke snuggled into the side of Solom as he then put his arm
over her shoulder and held her to him.
“I wonder where
Krullnar is?” asked Solom realising that one of the reasons he and
Ananke had come home was also to see their son on the day of his first
completed test Unit.
“He is probably
collecting his thoughts wondering the city park,” answered Ananke.
Like his mother had
guessed Krullnar walked the city not wanting to go home just yet needing
to collect his thoughts as he entered the city park. He felt upset that
his Unit had lost against the Supreme Test. He wondered if he was a fool
to jump the process of his unit fighting against a standard Unit. Maybe
he was he thought to himself. But as he sat on the grass in a park area
near a monument to the Gen fallen home world he realised like his
parents must have that he would have to overcome the short fallings of
his Battle Unit. His second Unit and there would be a second would need
to be more powerful with less emphasis on trying to capture all the
Zoalord weapons and more on selecting some of their powers and merging
it with the power of a Guyver. With less weapons the ones it had could
be made more powerful and controlled and break through the shield of the
Guyver Supreme. Maybe his next Unit would also fail? Maybe so he would
design another Unit, a better Unit that would sooner or later pass the
Test. If there was anything he could learn from his father it was that
he shouldn’t give up because the Guyver Supreme obliterated his test
Unit.
Krullnar got up and
looked around. It was a long time since he was born, well to him that is
has he was constantly reminded being fifty years old was nothing to the
Gen. But around him more Gen had settled down like his parents and there
was a large number of children playing together in the park as their
parents looked on. He remembered coming here as a child. With both his
parents and at times also with Zeugma would also bring him here for him
to play. He wondered if he grew up too soon, he remembered at the age of
five telling Zeugma he was too old to play in the park. He regretted
that now looking back he would have liked to have had more time with the
Zoalord.
Even though with a
simple thought he could be teleported to his family home Krullnar liked
to walk home. The floating city had many examples of great buildings, a
Gen twist of modern technology and modelled after the buildings of
Atlantis but on a grander scale. Though unlike Atlantis there was no
trade district, the Gen if they needed something like food or clothing
would have it replicated for them by the City with a simple thought.
They wanted for nothing except their survival free of those that
destroyed their home world. Krullnar hopped that soon he would have the
answer for that, there would be an army of his Kavzar ready to defend
the Gen the next time someone tried to attack them!
Krullnar neared his
home, he knew his parents the head of the Warrior Project would be
there. He wondered to himself if he would be upset with him for his
failure to defeat the Supreme Test? But that would be so very unlike his
parents and put the thought out of his head. He was getting nervous now,
he wondered why he felt such an emotion, they where his parents they
would support him no matter what, but in the end he couldn’t help it. He
continued to wonder if there was a way for him to have made his unit
better? Maybe he should follow his father’s example and not focus on
defeating Guyver Supreme. He father once told him something that now he
had tasted defeat made sense. “The object isn’t to defeat the Guyver
Supreme, the object is to make a perfect Warrior Unit and in its
perfection the Guyver Supreme would be defeated.” He relaxed now
understanding what this meant, he shouldn’t focus on failure, he
shouldn’t focus on the shame he felt for being defeated, but he should
only focus on what he could control a perfect Warrior Unit.
The energy door to
the house opened and Krullnar entered his family home. As he entered the
house with a simple thought his cloths changed to lighter indoor
clothes. To the side of the living room as the dining room and now that
he was feeling a lot less nervous he felt how hungry he was. He sat down
to the table and in front of him appeared his favourite meal cooked as
he liked it. He could hear the play from inside the dining room. He
smiled, he knew his parents hadn’t seen each other in a long time. Like
him they would be very engrossed in their side of the Warrior Project.
They rarely saw each other, and when outside this home and working on
the Project rarely spoke of anything other than work. He sighed in
relief knowing with it playing the topic of Guyver Supreme would be
something for tomorrow.
Krullnar finished
his meal and once again with a simple thought the dirty plate
disappeared. Krullnar finished his glass of water and walked into the
living room to join his parents. His mother had fallen asleep beside his
father. Solom looked on at the play smiling as the story unfolded. It
must have being a good one thought Krullnar as he sat down. Though to
Krullnar a play wasn’t the best thing to be watching, he would have
preferred it to be the battles of Zero the first Guyver against the
increasing odds of those test Units he now faced. But chances of
changing what his father was watching was unlikely. He was just happy to
be there with him, Krullnar smiled and sat back in his chair.
Pacifica Test Site
It has being over
three hundred and fifty years since Krullnar had made his first Unit.
Since then he has finished two more Units both being defeated by the
Guyver Supreme. But like the Units of the Warrior Project their designs
are getting better and better. Krullnar still wants to perfect the basic
design before he merges the Kavzar idea with that of Warrior Unit
technology Bitter rivalries have since formed between the Nova Project
and the Warrior Project teams. Both teams claim to have the edge on what
will be the ultimate Warrior Project. Last year the Guyver Supreme was
defeated for the first time by someone outside the Warrior Project. The
Hpa’Tus Vulcan Unit – 3A the name of it while dormant proved too much
for the Guyver Supreme obliterating him.
Anyone would have
being forgiven for thinking this would be the end of the Supreme test,
but such a useful being and test was not so easily ended. The Guyver
Supreme’s Control medal had long progressed from a simple test Unit.
Like the Guyver 0 they represented the peak of a testing system for
weeding out the weak test Units that the Council of the 13 felt did not
meet the standard needed to be “their” Battle Unit.
Before every battle the Guyver Supreme always remained in a
Bio-Pod inside the great Clan Ship for over a week to make sure he was
at the best possible bio-energy potential for the battle ahead. Unknown
to all bar Solom and the Council after Guyver Supreme proved his worth
centuries ago his Active Control medal was backed up inside the Clan
Ship. When the Guyver Supreme died a dormant Unit was activated by the
ship and fed the Control Medal information required from Guyver Supreme
before his last battle. He was reborn unaware he was ever defeated.
The Warrior Project
through Eve received information about the Nova Project’s next Unit, it
was an ambitious and devastating Unit with control over gravity that
inspired a response. Solom had to design a Unit that would nullify the
advantage of the Black Nova Unit. Solom knew from the information given
that it would take many years to perfect the design of the Black Nova,
he had to perfect his Warrior Unit and fast. The third prototype using
the three sided Control Medal had failed. Again when strained the Unit
lost the HSL system, unable to feed itself enough power the Darmon
system kicked in, but it was still defeated by Guyver Supreme. Krullnar
held this Unit and the 2nd Prototype Warrior Unit in the
Pompeii site research ship. Some years later Solom designed his answer
to the Black Nova. But to test it battle before he amalgamates it with
his forth Warrior Unit prototype he decided update his original Battle
Unit the Unit that he first tested the HSL system on.
Now a year later he
faced the Warrior Project’s latest test Unit, the Solom Battle Unit G2
stood ready to face the Supreme Test. The battle started and as before
Guyver Supreme wasted no energy and simply walked towards his foe. The
Battle Guyver though unlike its previous incarnation which outlasted the
Guyver Supreme was now equipped with a modern HSL designed for the
Warrior Unit. That gave it a lot higher energy pool than its needs that
constantly regained energy from the boost dimension so it no longer had
the limitation of stamina. The Battle Guyver rushed into battle flying
at full speed towards the Guyver Supreme. The Guyver Supreme unaware of
the advances this unit contained reasoned that such a waste of energy to
simply meet his opponent would lead to this Units defeat. The Battle
Guyver landed only a short distance away from him opening its left
mega-smasher right away. Guyver Supreme immediately fired his head beam
to destroy the mega-smasher cell before it fired. But the laser fire hit
off the Battle Guyver’s body shield.
Once the shield
appeared Guyver Supreme knew it would only me a matter of seconds before
he would be on the receiving end of a mega-smash. His shield activated
as he pushed it to the maximum he could. Her mega-smasher fired hitting
him at point blank range. The power of the mega-smash was intense but
Guyver Supreme had felt power like this before and knew he could
withstand it. The blast cleared and Guyver Supreme countered with a
pressure cannon attack aimed right for the Battle Guyvers head.
Expecting to see the Guyver shield the blast Guyver Supreme opened his
full mega-smasher. But to his shock his gravity ball was met by the
Battle Guyvers blast field and it swirled around to and fired back
immediately a him without the time to shield himself the gravity ball
hit the middle of his upper chest blowing apart both mega-smasher cells
the force of the impact sending him flying backwards to the ground. He
knew he was finished as he lay there in shock. Battle Guyver’s blast
field cleared she stood ready to obliterate the Guyver Supreme!
<“CEASE”> ordered
the voice. But Battle Guyver’s mega-smashers continued to charge. Horus
the Battle Master did not wait any longer. Zeugma teleported in front of
the Battle Guyver before the mega-smasher fired. The blast hit her but
before it even reached Zeugma her zoa-crystal flared has she channelled
the energy around her and the Guyver Supreme. Guyver Supreme sensed this
happening but he was in incredible plain and unable to do anything about
it until his Unit healed the damage done to him. As the blast cleared a
surprised Battle Guyver was met by Zeugma with her arm pointed at her
with a Unit Remover charged. A moment later it fired and there was a
momentary flash around the joints of the Battle Guyver as the Unit
removed from its host Caye and then lay on the ground before her.
Caye the third in a
series of battle clones stood before the Master Zoalord. Even though she
was a Guyver disobedience was not allowed, Zeugma’s eyes glowed as Caye
was set alight killing her instantly. Zeugma recognised her, though she
realised she should not for she should have died a long time ago of old
age. She was the image of one of Clan Sisters. Not a blood relation like
Seraph but close. The Gods must have used her image, Zeugma wondered
what ever happened to Aaye, did the Gods see fit to use her for
something different to what they did to her?
It was something she would have to answer at a later time, Horus
commanded her away from the Guyver Supreme and to return the Remover and
dormant Battle Unit to Feral Island. Zeugma as always carried out the
wishes of the Gods and teleported away leaving Guyver Supreme alone.
A short while later
the armour had recovered enough to that he could close the cover to his
mega-smashers. He was not fully recovered enough though to be able to
deactivate his Unit. He could feel tiredness creeping in. That Battle
Guyver was different from everything he had faced before. It was able to
sustain high level attacks and was not only able to easily shield his
pressure cannon, but manipulate the gravity ball so that it not only was
totally ineffective but lethal to the person who fired the attack. He’d
being defeated finally he thought. What would the Gen call him now?
Atlantis – The Palace of Kron
It had being many
years since the events of Solufein and Kron’s defeat at his hands. While
most if not all of the humans who witnessed the event where now dead the
memory of the event lives on in Kron and Reeve. Neither has forgiven for
what she did Reeve especially. But life continued on much as it did
before. To the people of Atlantis they where Gods themselves and they
took advantage of the status to the fullest. Reeve the younger of the
too ensured his bothers wishes where always completed even if his
brother did not know he wished it. Kron always busy either filling out
the wishes of the Gods or arranging entertainment in the form of
Gladiatorial combat wasn’t every good at keeping in seed in check as
Reeve put it. When Kron did get a slave or princess pregnant and it was
always a case of when to Reeve, not if that woman would silently
disappear.
Tonight Kron was
dining a guest and like all his guests in the past he received a warm
welcome in Atlantis. Pariah had never visited Atlantis, Pariah rarely
got to visit any place other than the Pacifica Test Site. As Kron
introduced Pariah to the city he couldn’t help wonder why the Gen had
allowed him to come to the great human city. He wondered if it was
because some of them felt a level of pity for him to let him enjoy life
just a little. He would never get to answer this question he thought. He
often wondered how different life had being if he had never decided to
make the body he had done. But as Kron introduced him to Kron’s bother
Reeve he stopped wondering and shook Reeve’s hand in a sign of
friendship.
Kron lavished praise
about Pariah and his battles against formidable tests units. It was then
he heard something that completely caught him off guard. Kron referred
to his “only two defeats” in a life time of battle against other Test
Units to a crowd of Atlantis elite humans and Zoalords. The look of
shock was momentarily there on the face of Pariah for all to see. But he
regained his composer quickly and smiled as the crowd cheered the
foreign champion. Pariah knew to stay quiet, what Kron had let slip was
something he should not even hint of importance for Kron was not a
Guyver but a servant of the Gen. There was only one person that he could
now speak with, Zero the only man and former Gen to have suffered the
same fate as him..
The party continued
on, there was no sign of Zero. An hour or so later there was a great
feast. Foods and drink Pariah had never tasted where there for the
taking. After the fight with Battle Guyver and the hunger he now felt
Pariah couldn’t help not only enjoy it but ate until there was no room
to eat any more. Pariah sat back, people around him in the huge hall
still ate but he needed to let his food digest.
“You look to have
enjoyed your feast,” said Kron to Pariah.
“Yes I did, thank
you for arranging such a wondrous feast,” said Pariah fighting not to
burp into the face of one of the top Master Zoalords.
“You are a great
warrior of the God’s visiting from afar. Do they not feed you so well in
Pacifica?” asked a curious Kron.
“No they do not,”
said Pariah he would have loved to be based from here. Proper food
easily beat being fed through a bio-tube after a long battle. He looked
around the room and noticed the scantily clad slaves they had serving
the meals. This was not a society of equals here in Atlantis by no means
but the ruling class lived a life few humans could dream of or even the
test warriors of the Gen. That thought reminded him of someone he wanted
to meet, Zero!
“Lord Kron, where is
Zero?”
“He did not want to
take from your night Pariah, he is at his home in the Palace grounds,”
answered Kron. Pariah knew not to push the matter and to enjoy the
night.
The next day Pariah
awoke in the feast room on a large couch with some sheets over him. As
his eyes painfully opened he realised where he was. He tried remembering
what happened the night before but found his mind was blank up the point
he spoke with Kron. After that he tried some wine the rest of the night
was a blur. He tried to move and realised there was a person lying on
his right arm. As he moved the sheets he realised it was a woman. “Who
is she?” was the first thought that popped into his head. He moved his
arm gently form under her and looked around. The room was mostly empty
of people but around the room he could see the odd person still asleep
lying on similar couches.
He looked back down
at the woman he had slept with. She was of had tanned skin, he could
guess this woman was a slave as all the ruling class he had met where
all paler and as he thought about it he recalled Reeve joking about the
rulers of Atlantis busting into flames if they ever went out in the sun.
He reached down and felt left her hand that was reached over the pillow.
Though she was an attractive young woman she was not shy of labouring he
thought. He must have disturbed her sleep as he heard her mumble
something. Her eyes opened and she spoke, but he was unable to
understand her. But as she continued to speak his mind reached out and
learned from her how to speak her language. As she continued to speak
about what he needed his willing servant to do Pariah realised that not
all the abilities of the Gen had disappeared as he and his onetime race
feared. They were still there buried deep inside him for him to learn
how to use them again.
He would have
thought the realisation would have brought joy to him, he could rejoin
his race. But he thought it wouldn’t be possible and after all these
years away from them deep down he felt no desire to do so. They were now
a different species to him he thought. He was far closer to humanity now
than to the Gen. The only other person he knew to be like him was Zero.
He would need to find him and speak with him to see if he too had come
to this realisation.
“Why can’t I
remember what happened last night?” he asked the slave woman in her own
language.
“During last night’s
celebrations in your honour you drank a lot of wine. When you do that
you not only get drunk but it can make it hard to remember what you did
while you were drunk,” answered the woman. As she spoke he recalled more
of last night and him kissing her though he did not know the words for
his action.
“Last night, did
we....” said Pariah but he could not think of the words to ask the
remainder of his question.
“Yes, we did,” she
answered. Pariah wasn’t too sure if she really answered his half
question, but his head ached and he wanted to remain focused. He needed
to find Zero.
“Do you know where
Zero lives?”
“Yes I do, but I am
not allowed to leave the Palace of Kron,” answered the woman.
Pariah waited a
moment and considered his options then wondered what the boundaries were
for this young woman meant to do to serve him. “You said you are my
servant?”
“I am the slave of
the Palace of Kron,” answered the young woman.
“And I am a guest of
this Lord Kron?”
“Yes you are.”
“So by bringing me
to the house of Zero rather than disappointing me you would be doing
what an honoured guess asked?” The young woman did not answer.
“I promise you, you
have my word that nothing wrong will happen to you by fulfilling my
request,” said Pariah as he looked into the young woman’s eyes he could
see the mixture of fear and confusion caused by his request.
She nodded and then
claimed off the couch and stood up. He sensed from her she did not
answer him in fear of simply getting it wrong. The punishment for doing
so must have being severe to cause such a response. Pariah looked at her
as she searched through the bedding looking for her clothing and quickly
got dressed. He admired her
attractiveness and understood why he was attracted to her, he guessed
even more so when he was drunk and less likely to debate with himself
how she felt about it.
“Follow me,” she
said as she waited. Pariah pulled the sheets off him and looked for his
clothes knowing that in this culture it was frond on to walk around
naked. He got dressed and she led him through the massive Palace of
Kron. Even though she was walking with speed and he had little time to
admire it he couldn’t help but appreciate the art and sculptures made by
man that was held in the Palace. He had overheard Gen speaking at times
of the grandeur of Atlantis now he understood why and why the Gen that
replicated it in Knossos the great floating city of the Gen. Pariah
stopped thinking of his people as they left the grounds of the Palace
two guards approached them.
One of the men
pulled out a whip. Pariah sensed the extreme pain and fear coming from
the mind of the woman what thing brought. The guards where merciless to
slaves and he had brought her here. Before the guard or the girl has a
chance to react Pariah had shoved the girl away from him and roared
GUYVER. The ground under him exploded in dust as a barrier shield
surrounded him and he became the Guyver Supreme. Both guards stood in
shock looking at the armoured being never expecting to see anything like
the Guyver 0.
“This woman is
taking me to my brother the Guyver 0. I promised her she would not come
to harm helping me find him. Do you men dare to make me a liar?
They did not answer
but ran away in fear of what he was. “At least they were smart,” he
thought to himself he would have killed them if they broke his word and
harmed the girl.
“Let’s go,” said
Guyver Supreme as he turned to the young woman.
The woman just
nodded as she got off the ground, she too much like the guardsmen was in
shock at what Pariah had become. He was most defiantly a champion like
the Guyver 0, the Champion of Atlantis. Pariah retracted his armour his
point made and with the young woman walked off towards the home of Zero.
Behind him he could hear the guards arguing. They now walked through the
city streets. Pariah could tell from the looks the woman was given it
she was not viewed as an equal.
Kron had being
awoken by the commotion caused at the entrance to the Palace. Dressed in
his regal armour he walked to the front gates. Kron did not believe in
getting second hand information and using a higher ranked guard to find
out what happened. He believed it was best to act when he had the
information at hand, if what he heard was what thought he hear that woke
him from his asleep it would be of importance for him to act fast. The
guards saw him and stopped arguing immediately and kneeled towards the
ruler of Atlantis.
“What happened
here?” asked Kron as he turned and looked at the indentation in the fine
stone walkway that was the point the Guyver Supreme activated.
“My Lord, A slave
tried to leave the palace without escort from the guards. We did not
know the man the slave was with,” said highest rank guard as he walked
forward.
“Did you not meet
him when he toured the city? The man is Pariah, the armoured warrior of
the Gods!” shouted a clearly annoyed Kron.
“My apologies my
lord, we were not gifted to have been there to witnessed it.”
“Hmm, was anyone
harmed?”
“No my lord, he
turned off the Gods Armour, said he was going to find his brother the
Guyver 0 and that this girl was to bring him there, he swore her no
harm!”
“Ensure that none
comes. You three go, spread the word about them make sure all guards
leave them be, anyone unlucky enough to survive an attempt on making
Pariah breaking his word will be killed by me! GO NOW!” The guards men
ran as fast as their feet would carry them, quickly they met other
guards who were given the mission and the warning. Quickly the word
spread, do not attack the girl, and do not dare attack Pariah! Kron
turned back to the Palace hopeful that his well trained men would follow
his orders.
Reeve looked down
from an overhanging balcony. He had witnessed Pariah’s intimidation of
the guards, his impressive armour that appeared out of nowhere and his
enhanced Zoalord hearing allowed him to hear every word his brother had
said. Behind him he sensed something turning around to see another
armoured being. Immediately he kneeled and bowed to him.
“Rise Reeve my loyal
servant!” said G’Kor.
“G’Kor my God what
is you want of me?”
“I want nothing but
your company my loyal Zoalord.”
“You have it,” said
Reeve as he stood up. He couldn’t help but notice the armour of G’Kor.
It was so similar to that of Guyver 0 or Guyver Supreme. But unlikely
them he didn’t look as bulky, though more armoured a lot less sign of
the bio-material that was between the armour of the Champions. G’Kor
sensed him being aware of this.
“I can sense the
question inside you. You wonder why Guyver Supreme and Guyver 0 are
different to me?” Reeve simply nodded.
Pariah arrived to
the closed off area before the home of the Guyver 0. In the district he
chose for his home it was by far one of the largest. The salve woman and
remarked at how he not only owned this home but most of the ones
surrounding it in the walled off district. The guards at the entrance
already pre warned by the palace guards already had the doors to the
compound open and motioned for them to enter. Pariah understood why, he
was happy that he didn’t have to demonstrate why they should again.
As they entered the
compound Pariah was impressed by the size and splendour of the buildings
inside the Zero District of the city. One of the district guards ran up
to him and the slave woman. He wasn’t armed and looked to be visibly
older than any guard he’d ever met in the city.
“Hello, my name is
Tenos I’m captain of the Zero District I have to ask you sir why are you
here?” said the man as he stood in front of them but not in a
threatening manner and not directly in the path of them so that they had
to stop. Pariah stopped walking and turned to the man, he had treated
him with respect introducing himself and not preventing him from going
forward.
“I am Pariah, I am
the Champion of Pacifica and the Gods call me the Supreme Test. I’m here
to meet Zero,” he answered. Pariah didn’t know quite what it was, but
this older man gave him a strange feeling.
“Can you prove your
claim to me sir,” said the man backing off a distance enough so that the
blast field would not harm him. Pariah defiantly got the feeling this
man had intimate knowledge of what he was. Pariah turned to the slave
woman who also knew now to do the same and she walked away from his
side. Seconds later he screamed Guyver and his amour appeared around
him. Guyver Supreme’s head sensors instinctively moved back and forward
to give him an image of the area around him and what was inside the
buildings. As he scanned the man before him he knew now why he got a
strange feeling from him. He was part Gen, like himself Zero must also
have dormant genetic code that was still Gen. This man in front of him
was somehow related to Zero.
“You are related to
Zero,” said Guyver Supreme looking at the Tenos in to his eyes.
“Yes I am Pariah the
Guyver Supreme. I am his fifteenth son from his fourth wife. Around you
in the Zero District are the houses of Zero and his extended family. As
the Champion of Atlantis he provides for all of his extended family.”
“I have proved my
claim, can you bring me to him?”
“Yes I can but what
of the girl?” asked Tenos.
“Can you see that
she is well looked after for bringing me here?”
“Indeed I will, she
will be treated like an honoured guest.”
Guyver Supreme
nodded towards Tenos. Tenos gestured for them to follow him towards what
looked to be the largest villa in the centre of the compound. Guyver
Supreme couldn’t help but scan the area with his sensors. Each house had
a variety of different people in it, from young to the elderly. Not all
of them sensed like Tenos. Guyver Supreme could understand why. Not only
would the wife of Zero be human, but the offspring of theirs and their
offspring would intermingle with that of humanity. Daughters would find
human male mates and vice versa he imagined. Zero had long outlived the
average human lifespan being a Guyver, offspring from a century ago
would now have a family of their own and their extended family and so on
all the while why Zero continued to seek human companionship. Some of
the minds he sensed why scanning the houses confirmed his theory. The
realisation of this made Pariah realise he never needed to be the
outcast he allowed himself to be. Guyver 0 must have some point sought
and got what he wanted, family.
Pacifica Test Site
Solufein admired the
Gods work sitting on the highest point of the land. Compared to the
mountains of his tribe though these where basically small hills of rock.
Zeugma had told him of this land located in the vast seas to the far
west of his tribal home. It was the Gods place for testing of creatures
of real destruction. He’d explored the land, it was mostly just rock
though soil and grass lands had started to form, birds had also
colonised the rocky short to the east. But there was no human life at
all on this land.
The gods had given
him this time to relax to think for the first time in years. He had
reasoned with Zeugma that he would not be of flight risk, after all
where else would he go? The only people he cared of were mostly dead.
The tribe he knew long changed into the warrior tribe of the Gods and
lived around their great ship in a foreign land. The only people he knew
now where Zoalords. He did not want to be at war with Zeugma especially
even if that meant he had to put up with a man he despised Kron. As the
Gods had come to realise over the years, if they wanted him to do
something they only needed to ask her.
The freedom he was
enjoying on Pacifica was thanks to him taking part in one of the God’s
test battles. He had faced a Guyver for the first time. It was not an
easy battle but he had won. He discovered to his horror that he was
unable to affect them like he did Kron. It was only after the battle
that Zeugma translated the word Guyver for him. It meant Out of Control.
He realised now that meant he could not use his mental abilities against
such a foe. But he adapted and used his ability to manipulate time
around him to defeat his foe. His foe though was more like himself than
he cared to realise at the time. His foe was like him, put in a
situation where he had to fight him. The Guyvers that the Gods tested
may have being Out of Control but like any human a Zoalord couldn’t
command, if one was put in a situation where they had to do it or else,
most humans would simply do what is required of them. Given the option
of to fight or face certain death at the hands of Zeugma, the Guyver
would fight for survival alone. It made them dangerous foes he thought.
But where did they
come from he wondered? Where did these hosts for the Armour of the Gods
come from?
Atlantis – Villa of Zero, the Guyver 0
The home of Zero was
a splendid property by even Gen standards. It had its own large farm
land even though it was surrounded by houses and occupied a large
portion of the compound itself. Inside the main house Pariah sat talking
with Zero in a large room. Zero’s extended family continued about their
house work or play leaving the two men talk.
“...you had a choice
though Pariah. It might have not being explained to you, but our
brothers gave you the option of being a Guyver,” said Zero.
“How do you know
such things?” asked Pariah.
“I am the first
Hybrid, indeed I never had a choice to become the Guyver 0, but it
happened. I made the best choice available to me. I am still Gen, I may
have a human body but I have not distanced myself from our race. You
decided to take on this persona of the Pariah, the outcast. You most
likely followed rumour and suspicion of what happened to me?”
“I guess I did, I
believed that once you became Guyver you where put in permanent status?”
“Our race has its
secrets Pariah, this is probably why humanity interested us, they are a
primitive race but think very alike how we do,” said Zero. Pariah nodded
his head in confused agreement, he had not live among humanity has long
as Zero he wondered if Zero had developed more insight living in both
cultures for so long. The Gen used humanity as a slave race commanded by
the elite of their race, the Zoalords. From what little he witnessed in
Atlantis he knew humanity was also capable of forcing others of their
race to be their slaves. It was one similarity that he had seen, in all
his time Zero must have seen and witnessed more.
“When I became a
Guyver, when it merged with me and the damaged control medal reactivated
the pervious hosts restored information I was indeed confused about who
and what I was. Yes other Gen did not react well but no life was lost
and I did not go out of control like the human side of by body did. That
was a long time ago, Hpa'Edem my Gen father over the years helped me
regain control over what I was. The Council knows I am far more than
just a human Guyver. They asked me to help here on Earth, much like they
would have asked you after your experiments if you could help them test
their units?”
“Yes, they did ask
me to help. They said I would be the perfect Guyver subject as the Gen
part of me meant I’d never attack my own kind.”
“Indeed, do you
believe if you die out there in a test battle that is the end of what
you are?”
“Yes?”
“No it is not, we
are Gen, and did you not think them capable re-creating you after your
destruction?”
“What do you mean?”
“We are too
important to them. We are the standard to which other Test Units are
measured. If they cannot beat us in battle they are a failure and they
are destroyed. This much our Gen brothers would have told you.” Pariah
simply nodded towards Zero to acknowledge this. “Before every battle we
always go to the Argos the great Clan Ship. This is not only to make
sure we’re at our best bio-potential it is so that we can be scanned and
have our consciousness backed up. If we die we are simply restored to
the point before the battle, none the wiser that we ever lost the
battle. Solom the lead scientist even has a name for it now calling it
“Combat Death Evolution”. We apparently learn from this process somehow
and don’t commit the same mistakes making us more experienced. If we
make bad choices the bad choice would be wiped out. Personally I believe
it’s a not some sort of evolution, only a result of the process. We’d
sooner or later win, that version of us is the only one that
progresses.”
“But how did you
find out?”
“For years I did
not, but living in a great city means you find out from witnesses that
you are defeated. Once I’d a suspicion I confirmed it, before a battle
and after I’d being to the Clan Chip I would always talk with my third
wife as part of my warm up to battle. If I could remember the
conversation with her I knew I’d won, if I did not we logged it. Over
time it gave a more rational picture than just being unbeatable by these
newer and newer Test Units.”
“Are you saying the
same thing has happened to me?”
“Yes, you’d never
know if you didn’t have companions free of control. Humans naturally are
hard to control, as such secrets slip.”
“I don’t... I mean I
wasn’t given a choice Zeugma threatened me that I would die if I did not
go through with merging with my Unit!”
“It was all bluff
towards you, she would have done that so you fought for your life
knowing that in your first battle if you did not win you would have
being dead. My guess is after what happened to you that much like me you
looked for a way to be useful. We are useful now, it costs us our lives
and they bring us back again and again,” said zero in his hand was a
small book bound in leather he passed it to Pariah,
“What is this?”
“It is the log I
made with my third wife.”
Parish nodded, he
opened the bind and opened the book. At first he couldn’t understand the
notes, it was in a foreign language. But moments later he left Zero
contact him telepathically and he shared with him how to read Atlantian.
He read through the first few pages, as he realised how personal this
book was to Zero, it was his wife’s thoughts and hand writing, it was
her dairy. It described their life, her hopes for him and their children
and it also then told of his request. She did as he asked, keeping a log
of the days he went off to battle and forgot their conversations.
Looking through the dairy quickly he found six times that it happened.
He handed the book back to Zero.
“That my friend was
the diary of my third wife. She died of old age sixty four cycles*1 ago. It was nine
years later before I married again, and her diary spanning the last ten
cycles alone dwarfs the book you hold.”
“The new units have
progressed that much?”
“They have, I’ve
overheard Kron and Reeve talk of the latest one called Battle Guyver.
Solom’s latest work, it apparently obliterated me,” as Zero said those
words he could see the look of curious fear in the eyes of Pariah.
“I have fought it as
well and I only survived because a Gen halted the test and the Battle
Guyver disobeyed it.”
“That is the first
defeat you remember?”
“Yes.”
“Someone on the
Warrior Project must have wanted you to learn from the experience.”
“Why would you say
that?”
“You’ll most likely
face one again or something similar.”
“This has happened
to you before?”
“More times than I
care to recount!”
“Yesterdays
experience has thought me one thing Zero, I have nothing to leave behind
if I die unlike you. How did you get to live in such a place with this
massive extended family?”
“Out of all the test
Guyvers, the Zoalord threat you and I in particular almost like the way
they few our Gen brothers as Gods. For me I’ve always being based here,
I made this place my home and Kron and Reeve the Zoalord rules of
Atlantis have always made this a place I can live in when I don’t have
to fight for my life. But you’ve never being based here, you’d have to
speak with someone of importance and request it.”
City of Argus – France
The area around the
clan Ship had centuries ago become a large city. Unlike Atlantis which
reminded largely a human populous here a mix of zoanoids and zoalords
lived and outnumbered the remaining human population. This was the
primary City of the Gen and it was from here they managed their Tests.
Miles away from this fortified city human tribes lived their lives
unhindered by this massive Gen army. Most neighbouring human cultures
knew through bitter experience not to attack the City of Argus. No army
sent against them could possibly win. Over the centuries trade routes
where established with Argus as the human populations traded wheat and
other crops for protection against other human tribes. Through trade the
Gen and the odd Zoalord demonstrating his powers against an outside
human city that was being attacked the Gen forces rarely had to battle
to survive in over two hundred years.
Solufein appeared in
a small village only a mile south of the City of Argus. Still in his
Zoalord form the natives bowed before him. He sensed what they where,
mostly zoanoids and the odd human in the mix. A large man who bowed
before him seemed better dressed than the others. The mind of the
enhanced zoanoid commander told him what the purpose of this village
was. It was a farming village one of many that supplied food to the
City. The mind of the enhanced zoanoid told him nothing of what he came
here to find out. He thanked the man and turned towards Argus. He flew
up into the air and could see the large city sprawling in front of him
and behind that the large form of the Argus itself, the Clan Ship of the
Gods. He had see research ships before, but even there impressive size
paled in comparison to the Argus.
Solufein didn’t want
to waste any more time and rather flying to the city teleported himself
into the city appearing in the trade district. This was not Atlantis,
but some of the advanced techniques from that region was brought here by
the Gods. Atlantis iron weapons for example would be traded for food.
Here the trade district was more basic though than the cooked foods and
species of the Trade District in Atlantis and he could only see raw food
stock being prepared for sale or the live animals themselves. Even so
this was something Solufein had never witnessed. From the minds of the
people who were selling their produce he could tell they didn’t hunt
like he used to. They farmed a system the gods introduced beyond the
living memory of the people here. He had to admit to himself the idea
never accrued to him and if the Gods had never appeared he would have
died a hunting shaman of his people. An hour ago he visited his tribal
land, has he remembered there was no sign of his people there other that
the remains of an old settlement high in the mountains that had not
being completely taken over yet by nature.
Unlike the village
here the zoanoids and humans in the City barely paid him any attention.
They had seen many zoalords and did not feel the need to bow unless he
commanded it. Solufein liked the idea; he could easily walk around here
without undue attention. As he walked around the cities he wondered how
the “Gods” viewed him compared to the other zoalords he now sensed
around the city. The term Lost One stuck to him. The Gods always
referred to him by the term. If not for Zeugma he would not be alive now
to wonder around this city looking for any signs of his lost tribe. He
dared not ask her about them for fear of angering the Gods who
controlled her. He only asked for permission to come here to see the
world.
He wondered the city
for hours. It was getting dark now and the traders had all but left the
trade district. No one here knew about his tribe, or if they did where
capable of keeping it to themselves. It was like as if the Gods had
wiped them out. Had all the people of fighting age like him become the
Zoalords of the Gods? He may never get a direct answer to that and to
seek it would bring more danger than immediate reward. To find out what
he wanted he would have to do the bidding of the Gods and never resist
them and allow himself to be controlled. He found that line of thought
funny. The Gods couldn’t control him but if he wanted
to be with the woman he loved he would have to give up his
freedom. Solufein came across a large home. The being inside it felt
familiar to him, it was the Zoalord Fulton Balcus. He thought about it
for a moment and decided he had to visit the Zoalord.
Solufein looked at
the bell in front of the house not completely sure how he should
properly approach the Zoalord. The last thing he could afford was a
battle with the Zoalord or even a bad argument. He pondered for a moment
the use of the bell then pulled the rope in the middle and made it ring.
A few moments later the door opened and a woman Solufein sensed was a
zoanoid appeared behind it. The female zoanoid looked at the Zoalord
that stood before the door. The immense power and fear Solufein could
emit filled her with fear, but no more than that of her master.
“How can I help you
Zoalord?” she asked the tremble in her voice showed Solufein that he had
to keep his powers in check. Without really trying he had frightened
her.
“I’m the Zoalord
Solufein and I want to meet your master.”
The female zoanoid
nodded her head and turned to someone beside her. Solufein could hear
the man talking. While he couldn’t fully make out the hushed words he
heard enough of the man’s voice to know it was Fulton Balcus the being
who attacked his tribe so long ago. Solufein felt nothing but contempt
for his Zoalord but held back his emotions. This Zoalord was here before
the Gods arrived as such he would know things even Zeugma might not.
“Come in,” said the
woman. As Solufein walked in the doorway the man behind her came clear
it was the man he expected to see.
“Fulton Balcus,”
said Solufein looking reaching out his right arm. A custom he heard from
Zeugma that they did in Atlantis as a sign of friendship. Fulton knowing
the custom did likewise and they both shook hands.
“Hello, have we met
before?” asked Fulton Balcus wondering why the rumoured Lost Zoalord was
at the door of his home.
“Yes we have, back
when you commanded the Tribe of the Form you attacked my tribe the Great
Snake.”
“Ah yes, the boy who
tried to save Zeugma,” said Fulton Balcus the jibe cut at Solufein but
he smiled knowing it would be best to leave it go.
“Yes that was me. I
have a question for you if you don’t mind?”
“Sure go ahead boy,”
said Fulton the comment again meant to antagonise the Lost Zoalord.
Solufein again though didn’t lose focus, and to get argy at this man he
loathed wouldn’t give him his goal. Fulton Balcus and the Solufein
walked to his guest room leaving the female zoanoid who went upstairs.
“You were a Zoalord
before the Gods came to our lands,” said Solufein. To that Fulton just
simply nodded as they both sat down.
“How was that even
possible?”
“Are you sure you
want to know?”
“Yes I am.”
“Solufein you are
the Lost One, I’ve overheard the other Zoalords speak of you. Only
Zeugma can control you?”
“Don’t try and
distract me old one.”
“Answer the question
as it is important boy!”
“Hmm, yes I am
something happened to make me different than the other Zoalords, the
Gods called me a Lost One. All I know it means is when they try and
command me I don’t have too.”
“Good you are like
me then and they can’t monitor our conversation.”
“How would you be
like me?”
“The Gods called
themselves the Uranus when I was born. They said I was a controller for
all the zoanoids they made before.”
“How long ago was
this?”
“I honestly don’t
know, but I was made before
the great Zoalord Alkanphel!”
“Alkanphel?”
“Yes, the true ruler
of the Zoanoids, humanity and the Zoalords.”
“But that is
Zeugma?”
“No boy don’t take
this the wrong way. But she is not like Alkanphel and I. She was not
born a Zoalord by the Uranus. She came a very long time after and was
made by these Gods that roam Gaia now in their human bodies!”
“Human bodies?”
“You’ve not seen
them have you?”
“No.”
“They sometimes at
their important tests appear in person. They look like the Guyvers you
have fought in your tests. But they don’t look as strong or powerful.”
“How do you know
such thing?”
“After they came,
your loathsome troublesome tribe and mine was taken into the Argus. I
was told to settle here and command their new army. I never got to see
them in person for years until at one of
their Tests a number of them appeared in person to see the
results. They have the aura of command. But the Uranus never appeared in
person, they always commanded from their ships!”
“These Gods act
differently to the ones that made you.”
“Yes I would go as
far to say that these Gods are not the same beings that came before to
our lands.”
“I can never tell
anyone what you’ve told me can I?”
“No, the Gods would
either have them forget it or kill the secret.”
“How are you able to
resist them Balcus?”
“I think it is
because I am made by the Uranus that these new beings that claim to be
Gods have trouble commanding me. It has become more clear over time as
long as I don’t go out of my way to trouble for them they seem happy to
leave me be doing as they ask.”
“That’s not quite it
is it?”
“What do you mean
boy?”
“The reason why the
God’s don’t monitor you. You fear it is something else.”
“”Spit it out then,
what is it you think I fear.”
“That the God’s
don’t monitor you because you are obsolete,” the relatively young
Zoalord. Fulton Balcus did not answer what he had said. A few minutes of
silence past and both Zoalords thought about what was said.
“Fulton what
happened to the others in our tribes those that did not become
Zoalords?”
“They either died of
old age or where chosen to be part of the God’s tests and became
Guyvers.”
Elsewhere to the
south east of the city Guyver Supreme arrived he had flown all the way
from Atlantis. The natives of the city seemed to barely notice he was
there as he now walked the streets towards the Argus. He wondered why
that was the case. He was not equipped with a stealth system like some
of the Guyvers he had fought before. There were no other Guyvers in the
area that he could sense either. Rumour had it they lived outside the
city and led a much rougher life to be at their peak. He wondered if it
was not for his accident and the way his body became to being if he too
would have lived there in the harsh lands to the south. As he reached
the great ship he noticed the amount of Zoalords living in the
settlements immediately around it exponentially increase. He understood
why, their small army wasn’t enough to cope when the Swarm came and
destroyed their world. The Gen made sure now that such a force wouldn’t
be able to do that again.
As Guyver Supreme
walked down the street that stopped at the skin of the Argus his eyes
focused on the four Zoalords that guarded it between him and the great
ship. He did not stop if the Zoalords had reason to stop him they
wouldn’t use force unless he forced them into that situation. That was
what he hoped would happen if that would be the case he would find out
in a few seconds. As he walked up to the four they moved to the side and
bowed. He could only guess why they did that and wondered if they would
greet one of the other Test Guyvers like they had him in the same way.
As he stood within
stepping distance his Control Medal glowed and the skin of the ship
opened in a circular motion before him. He stepped in and as expected
the ship entered a cleaning cycle washing his Armour before he entered
the ship. What he saw inside though caught him totally by surprise. The
organic structures of the great Clan Ship looked like a strange mix of
organic and that of what he’d seen in Atlantis. Gen wondered around
organic streets without their armour on. Seeing this he also done the
same and commanded his Unit to deactivate. Even with his Unit
deactivated it was still obvious to be able to tell the difference
between him and those around him. The Gen human bodies where much weaker
and shorter than him by near two feet. He was far more human than they
and that was even more noticeable when he looked at their hair. He had
far more human like hair which was dark red colour. They had a mixture
of blue, purple and green hair colour mostly. That was why he was
outcast or at least led to believe he was an outcast. Even though it had
being many years since he was last on the Argus and the great ship had
converted its insides Pariah knew where he was going. Moments later he
arrived at the Chamber of G’Kor.
Pariah entered the
Chamber as it opened before him. This confirmed what he had thought
someone was allowing him to come here and that was G’Kor.
“Welcome back to our
home Arven,” said G’Kor.
“I’ve not gone by
that name in a very long time G’Kor.”
“I know, you call
yourself Pariah the Outcast,” said G’Kor as he got up off his chair and
walked towards Pariah.
“The name is fitting
for my situation,” said Pariah looking at G’Kor eyes. He was different
to the other Gen. His human body reacted differently to the other Gens
whose eyes all glowed in a strange blue tone. G’Kor’s eyes were glowing
like the other Gen but where red in colour. Why this was the case was
something Pariah would probably never know.
“You are the brother
of Draven, even with your more human body you could have chosen to live
amongst us.”
“It was my fault I
have this body. It was my penance and my choice to make it of use for
our race,” said Pariah the hurt in his voice coming through. Even after
all these years the he had not forgiven himself for what he did to
himself.
“You indeed have
Arven,” said G’Kor. As he paused G’Kor raised his hand to stop him. “You
have done more than what is required of you. Your countless Test battles
have given the Science cast an important barrier to success,” said
G’Kor.
“Yes but what of me
when the Tests are over?”
“You will live out
your life wherever you want.”
“Yes but I’ve
nothing like what Zero has today in Atlantis.”
“Ah this is why you
came here you want to live in the great City and to have a family?”
“Yes I do, I have no
life outside combat for our race. I want to have some sort of legacy.”
“You could have this
already if so wished and had explored the lands around you, the islands
to the south of Pacifica have a tribal human population.”
“I have visited them
before. Compared to Atlantis they do not have a culture other than
merely hunting to maintain their existence.”
“You know Atlantis
is my domain?”
“Yes I am aware,
Kron informed me you command that region.”
“You have done many
things for us since your self inflicted accident Arven. I have one more
to ask of you before I grant you permission to live your life in
Atlantis.”
“What challenge do
you have for me?”
“Oh this isn’t going
to be combat. Well not the kind you are used to,” said G’Kor to which
Pariah simply nodded. “I know you and Zero did not lose all your
abilities of our people. It is buried in there muddled inside your human
mind waiting for you to learn how to us it.”
“How...?”
“Do you not think we
would keep a close eye on of our missing brothers?”
“I... guess I should
have.”
“What I want is a
hybrid that only you can give me. I want you to mate with Helenea. She
is my associate and has volunteered herself,” said G’Kor has he said
those words Helena arrived in the room through a chamber behind G’Kor.
Pariah thought her attractive but even so he wondered if G’Kor truly
meant this.
“You want me to mate
with her.”
“Yes it is the only
way to make a pure hybrid.”
“Why would you want
this?”
“You do not need to
worry about that. The child will be looked after. You will have what you
want for impregnating her.”
Pariah stayed
silent. G’Kor waited for his decision. Pariah though still had a
question that needed to be answered before he decided.
“Did Zero have to
pay this price?”
“No, he was and
still is lucky to have ended in Atlantis. Before we could even debate it
he had a family.”
Pariah nodded
realising the implication. He doubted what G’Kor said happened exactly
like he said. There would be some element of truth but G’Kor was known
for his unique way of viewing things and allowing situations to form so
he could get what he wanted. Zero was most likely allowed mate not only
to see if it was possible but what would result of it. He was allowed
see it so he could want it for himself and G’Kor too could benefit. It
wasn’t an easy choice the idea of giving away some of himself and having
an offspring he would most likely never meet did not sit well with him.
In the end he realised he would never be attached to the child. That and
because doing so meant he would be able to have other offspring and in
the city he viewed best to do so meant the cost was worth it.
“I agree to your
terms Council Leader,” said Pariah.
Mount Guyver
Mount Guyver was
called so by both the “Gods” and the Zoalords that lead their army.
Called so because this rugged area was chose to be the location where
most of the test Guyvers lived. The only exceptions being Guyver Supreme
and Guyver 0 due to their status as fallen Gen. At any one time there
could be five or six Guyvers living in the mountains. It was here that
Solufein teleported in his search for what happened to his tribes
people. He doubted they were killed off violently it was most likely
they simply died of old age and their ancestors mated with the natives
and what make his tribe unique simply disappeared over time in the city
surrounding Argus. But he left the home of Fulton Balcus the zoalord
called him back and warned him to be careful about what he sought and
that this mountain would contain some of his answers.
Unless he was here
to see it he wouldn’t have understood by description along how the land
was so very rugged. It seemed unnaturally so with share rocks jagging
out around the land. He couldn’t sense any beasts and wondered if one
tripped or fell down the side of the mountain how soon it would be
before that unfortunate person died. He thought this mountain must be a
test site of the Gods made to give the Guyvers and more so their hosts
an extreme environment to live in.
Solufein lifted off
into the air so that he could see the layout of the land better. Even
though it was now nightfall with his enhanced Zoalord eyesight it was to
him like as if it was daytime. As he few around looking for signs o life
he sensed he was being followed. He turned around to see a strange
flying creature. It was a mix of a tiger and a bird and it was not
alone. Solufein could sense their thoughts with ease now after seeing
these creatures. They had being zoa-formed and they where both the
guardians and constant threat in this land to anything human. He did not
want to fight though and with a simple mental command the creatures left
him alone. Solufein had sensed something else from these creatures.
Nestled into the mountains there was had a device that the Guyvers and
him were unaware of its purpose. The creatures thoughts showed things
magically appeared there that the Gods wished for. This intrigued
Solufein but it was not what he came for.
After a few minutes
of searching their thoughts Solufein realised why the Gryphons showed
him that image. The magical device of the Gods was in a network of
caves. The largest of which housed the device branched off that where
smaller caves they could not get into due to their size. This is where
the gryphons thought the humans to live. Their young hunted them there
and where in turn hunted by the Guyvers. This was a hostile situation to
go into but Solufein being compelled to find out more decided it was
worth the risk.
Moments later he had
teleported himself into the cave. The cave seemed wrong almost perfect
him shape leading to the outside and it was unnaturally large. As he
turned and looked at the back of the cave he was in awe of what he saw.
The entire back section was this strange looking device that the
Gryphons had saw. It was built into the rock of the mountain and had an
unnatural glow to it. At the top of the cave was a device that reminded
him of a large Guyver crystal that they had in the centre of their
heads. He stood there in awe looking at it. The Guyver armour he once
heard in distance memory being called the “Armour of the Gods” by he
thought Zeugma. He almost forgot the comment but it now had added
meaning to him. If that was the Armour of the Gods then this was some
sort of device of the Gods.
Solufein turned from
the large cave and into one of the caves on the side. This cave was
natural compared to the artificial looking one he was just in and parts
of it where jaded and too tight and for large creatures like griffons to
pass through. It was likely that if not for the large cave this smaller
natural would have remained hidden behind the rock of the mountain.
After a minute or two slowly walking and at times climbing through the
cave Solufein came across the first signs of human life. The walls of
the cave had tribal paintings on them in this section. These depicted in
a basic way the arrival of the great ship of the Gods and around those
paintings where more depictions of the people hunting creatures for
survival. It reminded him of the great cave his people had made their
home before the arrival of the Gods and of the strange paintings there
his people regarded as scared.
The memory bought a
sense of shock to him. Those caves and the area his people had made
their home was connected with the Gods. Not in present day but many
years ago. The stories of what that cave meant to his people where lost
over time. His father only described the strange shape of what where now
clearly pictures of the ships of the Gods as something important to his
people a long time ago but its true meaning was lost.
Out of the corner of
his eye Solufein spotted someone or something. He turned to see nothing
wondering if it was his imagination. Then he clearly heard footsteps. He
moved quickly after the person. But as he saw her more clearly he
realised it was a very young girl. She wasn’t a Guyver as he could read
her very panicked thoughts. He would not chase her and let her go
towards where he hoped would be her people. If not for a being a zoalord
Solufein wouldn’t have being able to keep up with the young girl has she
dashed through the cave. The girl obviously lived here able to
anticipate the awkward and dangerous corners of the cave and jumping
clear over a chasm that would have lead to her certain death.
After minute of
chasing the girl Solufein sensed the others in the tribe. She had indeed
brought him to her people. As the girl ran by an elder who guarded their
section of the cave she received an unmerciful slap to the head sending
her crashing to the ground as the man then focused on Solufein. Solufein
stopped in his tracks as the man ran towards him. He knew by the man’s
lack of fear what he was and a moment later confirmed as she summoned
his Guyver unit. The barrier shield that surrounded him destroyed the
rock of the cave close to him but it didn’t cause a cave in. He was a
dark blue Guyver and looking at him he could not see any sign of
advancement over the Guyver he had fought at Pacifica. This Guyver was a
standard type but not a fool stopping a few feet before the zoalord.
“What do you want
Zoalord,” said the Guyver. But what struck Solufein was the language he
asked the question in. This wasn’t the language the zoanoids and people
around Argus spoke. This was the language of his people. He quickly
guessed that as most zoalords where from his tribe did this mean that so
where the Guyvers?
“What do you want
Zoalord?” asked the Guyver again this time getting a little closer to
Solufein but this time in the language spoken in Argus. He wondered what
he would answer the Guyver with. Should he tell him the truth and risk
him telling the “Gods” or should he lie not really knowing the
relationship between the Zoalords and the Guyvers and if they would
follow his orders?
“Who are you to dare
to ask me questions?” answered Solufein with a direct question of his
own to test his authority over the Guyver.
“It’s being a long
time since the Gods sent a Zoalord here. They said they would only do
that if we disobeyed them and we would never be stupid enough to do
that,” answered the dark blue Guyver. Solufein realised why the Guyver
was being agitated by his being here. Like him the Gods did not fully
trust him and were treated differently to that of the zoanoids and
zoalords who could be controlled by the Gods. If he wanted to earn this
Guyvers trust and in doing so find out more about his people he would
have to tell him something.
“I am the Zoalord
Solufein,” he answered. The Guyver stood there emotionless for awhile.
“Solufein, son of
Tarik?” asked the Guyver. Now it was Solufein who stood there
dumfounded. This Guyver not only knew him but possibly his father too.”
“Who are you?”
“It would be best we
both speak like brothers and without our warrior forms,” said the dark
blue Guyver as his armour detached from him to reveal a man Solufein did
not recognise but there was something oddly familiar about the man.
Solufein’s battle form disappeared into him as he turned into his human
form but as always his eyes remained golden in appearance.
“Sorry but I do not
recognise you friend,” he said the man seeing clearly the confusion in
his face not hidden at all behind a curious smile.
“I am Firnus and I’m
not surprised you do not recognise me.”
“Firnus, but you
where an honoured elder even when I was young!”
“Ha, ha it seems old
age mattered little to the “Gods”. What brings you here shaman?”
“I’m on a personal
journey to find out what happened to our tribe.”
“How do you not
already know?”
“The Gods chose not
to awake me for many countless moons, when I did awake all had changed.”
“Indeed they have
boy, come with me we have much to talk of.”
Twenty four years later -
Feral Island
Solom and the other
leaders of the Warrior Project Hpa'Var, and Hpa'Edem where to meet today
at this location in what was now becoming main site of the Warrior
Project the research ship of Solom. The land and islands including sea
creatures around Feral Island had being converted into a mini testing
site by the group as well as a protecting force. The 4th
Warrior Guyver prototype control medal had being finished and the
resulting Unit lay before Solom. Every feature in the Unit had being
tested to its limits and beyond. It annoyed him that the lesser
prototypes had defeated the Supreme Test but his Warrior Unit had not.
He was not alone in his frustration. There had being three equally
defective Black Nova prototypes that failed the Supreme Test. He felt
that both he and Hpa’Tus Vulcan shared similar luck. But with every
setback the Warrior Project advanced and this stability owed much to the
past prototypes that failed the Supreme test.
He had now not seen
his wife Ananke for over a year now in person. He missed her much even
though they talked through the link. This was no fault of her own or
his. Both worked hard for the future of the Gen race on their sides of
the project. Ananke and Eve worked on something on the Dead planet that
she was not allowed tell him of. All he knew was it was somehow
connected to the creature of Death Darmon. Technology brought from it
also lay inside the 4th Prototype. What other things they
worked on was a mystery but Ananke had told him recently that the work
had entered a new phase and both he and Krullnar would be happy with the
result.
Krullnar his son he
saw more often. Solom felt a father’s pride that his son was not only
determined to do this alone but almost successful with his third
prototype. He recently began work on his forth Unit. He hoped this would
be his final prototype. Solom wondered if that was the human part of him
showing through as impatience was something the Gen learned from
humanity. Solom thought wondered now with his hears of experience if
this would be his final prototype. He did not think so. Even if
Krullnar’s next unit were to be a perfect prototype he would sooner or
later want or have to improve on the design or have to prototype the
next phase of the project which would be to add weapons and systems in
use in the Warrior Project into the Kavzar design. He knew Krullnar was
aware of this, it was just Krullnar was determined to have his own
effective design before he merged his father’s work with it.
His thoughts of this
where interrupted when on schedule the other two leaders of the Project.
Like Solom both Gen arrived armoured form as they where teleported to
his ship by the Portal. All three then deactivated their Units.
“Greetings Solom,”
said Hpa’Var and as what was now custom the Gen greeted each other like
humans would.
“Hello Solom, the
forth control medal is complete?” asked Hpa’Edem.
“Welcome my friends,
yes it is complete. Hopefully this will be the final design towards our
goal of merging the Units.”
“I worry though
about the three control medal design, even in this reinforced design I
fear the design will still be overloaded and will fail over time,” said
Hpa’Var.
“I believe this
too,” admitted Solom to the surprise looks on their faces. “While
building the Third Prototype and more so while building this Unit I
began to understand even more how the Control Medal that I designed
would have a expectedly high chance of failure. We will put this Unit to
the Supreme Test as to not would be uncalled for but I have already
planned the next Prototype,” said Solom has he finished his sentence in
the middle of the chamber a massive hologram appeared of a pyramid
shaped Control Medal. “Ananke has being in communication with me about
the work she has being completing for a new Generation of Unit. A Unit
that can be more easily customised and given time will be capable of
holding a much more advanced Combat artificial intelligence.”
“I think we finally
have it,” said Hpa’Var.
“Yes we do, from the
test system developed by Ananke the Firth Prototype will complete. But I
estimate it will take at least sixteen years to complete a working
prototype,” said Solom the agreement of the other members of the Warrior
Project.
“It is time we
started on the Ships that complement our projects,” said Hpa’Edem.
“I agree it is time
we begin the final phase of the project,” said Hpa’Var. Solom nodded his
head in agreement looking at the representation of his future Warrior
Unit.
Atlantis – Compound of Guyver Supreme
It had being many
years since Pariah agreed to the demand of G’Kor giving the Council
Leader what he wanted. For Pariah it has paid off extremely well. It
wasn’t long after arriving back in Atlantis before he took the slave
woman he met as his wife. Nine months later he had the first son of over
twelve children. Has Zero often joked he needed to make up for lost
time. Pariah liked having a friend around like Zero who knew what he was
going through and had similar issues.
Today he worried
about his wife Feaia the one time slave girl who he met that faithful
day and brought him to Zero. Despite being his wife and being now viewed
a good she always acted like she did that day. She was born a slave and
it was the only life she knew. She was a tireless mother to their
children and wouldn’t let others help her unless he ordered it so. But
he did not like to do so. It took many years and five kids before she
would accept the help of others. Now they had twelve children he had
realised she now in her forty’s could no longer have children. He still
loved her but like Zero he now faced a hard choice. Would he still have
children even though his first wife was still alive?
He talked only of
this with Zero, who commented that he too was so devoted to his first
wife that until the day she died he never slept with another. But that
was a Gen belief and was from a biological standpoint that they had to
only have one mate stemming back to the time of their former biological
bodies. They where human now, they didn’t have the imprint that kept
them with their mate chosen before they where even born. He was capable
but not in mind of having more than one mate. But his wife who
represented all that was good in his life since moving made it a very
hard choice. It was one Zero said only he could decide. Pariah asked
what Zero chose but Zero didn’t give him the answer saying it would only
pollute his decision. Pariah basically knew what that meant “make your
own mind up you fool!”
As Pariah thought of
this he received a call from Solom. He would be expected to test against
the forth Warrior Prototype today. He stood up from his chair and went
to Feaia. It was time to prepare for death.
Mount Guyver
Though today he came
here for a different reason in the years that Solufein first visited
whenever like that faithful day he had the freedom to do so he came to
the Mountain of Guyvers. This to him was as close he could find to home.
All of the Guyvers and clones that wondered the massive cave systems of
the Mount Guyver belonged to the Tribes of his homeland. They still
hunted as they would back before the “Gods” arrived. For the Tribe of
the Form they had gone from the most powerful tribe to the weakest after
the Gods removed all the zoanoids from their population. Without their
leader this allowed the Tribe of the Great Snake to dominate the other
tribes and where rewarded as such having the most active Guyvers in
their ranks.
The tribes where
made up of a mixture of the Guyvers who remembered events as long as
Solufein did. Clones that where based off people he originally knew and
then their offspring who grew up and over the years died of old age and
had children of their own. The clones did not have a memory of their
past selves. Fimus described them as a clean slate. If a clone failed as
a Guyver often or resisted the commands of the Zoalords it and its
generation would be wiped out by the gods. They would be replaced by a
number of infants knew clones that the tribe would take care of. The
Tribe in respect of the person who originated the clone always named the
child after the elder it was from. The young girl Solufein met was
called Daye, she was the fourth generation of cloned based of Aaye a
woman he knew well. She was Zeugma’s childhood friend. He heard that it
was Zeugma herself that killed her previous generation of clones. It
saddened Solufein that Zeugma had being able to do that. For this the
Gods someday would be held responsible!
Daye was now a fully
grown woman and fought in many test battles. Solufein tried to chat with
her but like Aaye this woman and he could never find common ground to
talk. She still held him responsible for her being slapped as a child by
Fimus. What worried him was that the reason he was sent here today was
to bring her to Zeugma. She was to become the host of the Warrior Unit
prototype.
Pacifica Test Site
Seven hours later
Guyver Supreme and the Warrior Guyver prototype are in the middle of a
great battle. Guyver Supreme had learned from his failure to defeat the
Battle Guyver and the Shadow Guyver units. It had put that to good use
avoiding her attacks fighting to the fullest of his abilities. Even with
its huge energy reserves the Warrior Guyver found it hard to score a
direct hit on the weaker Guyver. The question to those observing it was
who would break first, Guyver Supreme’s stamina or the Prototype Control
medal.
“She is being too
wasteful,” said Hpa’Edem. Beside him stood Solom and Hpa’Edem who looked
on at a 3D representation of the battle from the safety of the Solom
Research Ship many miles away.
“I disagree with you
my friend, we instructed her to push the Unit beyond the limits,” said
Hpa’Var looking towards Solom to see whose side he chose.
“You are both
correct. She is both wasteful and testing the Unit’s most powerful
weapons. But the Guyver Supreme is an excellent host capable of faster
reactions than Daye.”
“Why do we continue
to use human hosts?” asked Krullnar as he walked into the room.
“Good to see you
made it Krullnar,” said Solom to the smiles of his companions.
“I would not miss
this father, the creation and test of one of your primary prototypes is
of great importance,” said Krullnar.
“Thank you, to
answer your question, the Council does not allow the creation of tests
hosts like Pariah or Zero without their express consent,” said Solom.
“Ah so the reason
has more to do with politics?”
“Yes,” answered
Solom. Behind him Krullnar could hear the disapproving tones of Hpa’Var
and Hpa’Edem as they talked in hushed tones about the Council. Krullnar
could guess that some of the dogma built up since the Gen had come to
Earth had only gotten worse not better over time. He turned from his
father and focused on the battle as a warning sensor alerted them to the
Warrior Guyver building up a powerful attack.
“What in Darmon’s
Wrath is she doing?” said Hpa’Edem on the 3D image before him, the
Warrior Guyver had turned into a black swirling ball of energy.
“Finally she is
pushing the Unit and using the ultimate attack,” said Hpa’Var hoping to
be proven right in seeing the limits of the Unit before Solom had to
tell him.
“What is she
doing?,” asked Krullnar.
“If the Unit is
capable of holding out Krullnar you will see,” said Hpa’Edem. Solom now
was totally focused on the information being sent to him from the Unit
to even hear his son’s question. Krullnar did not mind, he was his
father’s son and would do the same if it was one of his prototypes
fighting the Supreme Test he would also be totally absorbed in what was
happening.
Guyver Supreme
continued with his tactic of evading the attacks of the Warrior Guyver.
He had to force the powerful Guyver to make mistake that would give him
the opening he needed. The Warrior Guyver now hid behind powerful and
growing shield. He remembered the fight with the Battle Guyver and how
it was able to manipulate its shield and not only prevent his pressure
cannon from damaging it she returned his attack against him. He wouldn’t
fall for this mistake again but he could sense the Warrior Guyver
building up gravitational energy and feeding it into the shield. He knew
there was a powerful attack building and that it would be something like
he had never witnessed before. He had to put some safe distance between
him and it. He did not know why
but something told him while extremely powerful there was something
fundamentally wrong about this unit that if he could push it maybe he
would not lost this battle. The Gen looked on as Guyver Supreme
flew at full speed away from the Warrior Guyver who stayed motionless
and continued building up its attack. Guyver Supreme stopped and landed
on a hill miles away from the Warrior Guyver. Even some ten miles out he
could see the black spot growing in the distance. What he sensed seemed
impossible the Warrior Guyver was far exceeding anything he had sensed
before.
He contemplated
using his mega-smasher but doubted by this stage if he would even dent
what was before him. After what seemed an eternity she let go of the
attack. Ah huge field of energy flew towards him he knew he’d have no
hope of survival if hit by that. The Warrior Guyver looked on as the
Gravity Wave blew a large chunk of Pacifica away. The Force of the
impact on the south east edge of the artificial land mass fractured it
sending a mile wide chunk into the sea. Broken off the Gen controlled
land it quickly gave way to gravity and sunk into the sea below.
The Gen looked on in
pure amazement at the result of their work. “By the Council, it worked!”
said Solom. The shock in his voice was evident to all in the research
ship.
“This should not be
possible,” said Hpa’Var.
“Clearly it is,
though it is unexpected we finally have a working Prototype!” said
Hpa’Edem pleased he could finally work on the Stealth Warrior Unit and
put the more powerful control medal to use and perfect his design
originally seen in the Shadow Stealth Unit G-3.
“Congratulations
Farther,” said Krullnar as he put his arm around his shoulder and hugged
him as they continued to look at the Warrior Guyver Prototype 4 close in
on the site the Guyver Supreme once stood. The hill had now turned into
a cliff face to the sea. The damage this Unit was capable of amazed Daye
as much has it did the Gen who watched her obliterated everything before
her.
Then to her complete
shock she sensed something in the ground below. Before she could react
Guyver Supreme burst up from the ground below. His pressure cannon and
shield seemed too shimmered together and fired. She activated her
barrier shield which like the Battle Guyver before it absorbed the
Gravity element of the attack but the raw energy of the shield of Guyver
Supreme was included in the attack broke through damaging the Warrior
Guyver. This in turn caused the energy it was collecting to explode
around it causing yet more damage to the Warrior Guyver. The Gen looked
on in complete shock as Guyver Supreme opened his mega-smasher and
fired. The blast hit the Warrior Guyver dead centre. Moments later the
Warrior Guyver was completely obliterated. The Warrior Guyver had failed
the Supreme Test.
“How the Dzar could
that happen?” said a totally shocked Hpa’Edem.
“I do not know,”
said Solom. His tone was more sullen almost in defeat that his hope of a
final success against the Supreme Test was once again ruined. Though
Krullnar noticed a curious smile on the face of his father. It reminded
him of when he was a child and Solom with hide a surprise from him. He
wouldn’t do that now would he?
A few minutes of
awkward silence passed. Guyver Supreme walked slowly down the path of
destruction his mega-smasher had made towards where the Warrior Guyver
once stood. He realised something was wrong. Normally when a Guyver was
destroyed he immediately was informed the test was over. This time was
not the case. He was tired from the battle and felt drained. But knew he
could not let his guard down until he was told the battle was over. He
did not know why but something told him he’d fallen for such a thing in
the past.
Moments later it a
Guyvers blast field appeared out of nowhere and from it appeared the
Warrior Guyver. She looked totally unharmed. Guyver Supreme stood still
in shock. He had killed her didn’t he? Her pointed shoulders looked as
intimidating as when he first faced her. They centred on him but she
didn’t attack. Both Guyvers stood facing each other. Pariah knew he
couldn’t last for long. Had he done enough damage to stop her? He
doubted he had done that, she was just toying with him now and in a few
moments she would kill him for the battle had severely drained him and
keeping his composer now in front of her was hard enough.
Then out of nowhere
she let out an ear piercing scream. In a matter of moments her Guyver
unit deformed. He shoulders changed shape first the pointed edges moving
downwards and looked more like that of a standard Guyvers only more
armoured. Her forward vibrational sword was absorbed into the Unit as
long finger nails appeared instead along with a forward spike under her
wrist. He could see two spikes appearing from behind her back. Guyver
Supreme did not know what to make of her sudden change but he knew
somehow by the way her control medal had being flashing randomly through
the transformation something inside the unit had broke and she it had
adapted for it. Her eyes focused on him and she screamed again leaping
towards him her left arm outstretched ready to claw his face off. He
extended his right vibrational sword and sliced off her arm expecting
her to react to the pain and the fact her arm was cut off. She did not
instead crashed into him where the real attack happened as the two
spikes from her back extended and coiled under her arms and struck him
in the chest. The pain was immense but it was almost instantly drowned
out as he felt the life disappear from his body. What the hell was this
thing?
“CEASE!” Ordered the
Gen voice.
There was no
response from her as she continued to drain Guyver Supreme of his life
force. Guyver Supreme though smiled he sensed himself pass away. He knew
he would return in some from as this existence faded away and once again
he would break another Test Unit. Then out of nowhere he felt a force
pull them away from each other. As he flew backwards he saw Zeugma
standing in front of him. Moments later he was teleported away appearing
in a Gen ship regeneration chamber.
One hour later – Mount Guyver
Solufein teleported
to the Tribe of the Great Snakes cave expecting not his normal reception
which is one of no commotion of fuss at seeing him arrived for he was a
well known visitor. Instead he arrived sensing the hostility in those
that did not have a Guyver Unit. In the Cavern Zeugma stood standing in
her humanoid form in front of Fimus arguing. She had asked him here to
help assure their Tribe that what happened was the will of the Gods an
implore the Guyvers to obey them. Solufein knew the urgency of her
request the Gods where not forgiving especially in this area towards
those that disobeyed them.
“...I am still the
Clan Leader Fimus, I respect you but you cannot stand before the will of
the Gods!” Solufein heard Zeugma’s words and nodded in agreement. His
old Clan Laws where simple. She would be Clan Leader to him and all her
tribe until the day she died.
“Daughter of Numidan
you will always be my Clan Leader,” said Fimus as he bowed before her.
Zeugma nodded they continued to talk. To Solufein’s right he noticed
Fimus youngest son signalling him to come over. As he wondered what
Hector wanted him for? Losing track of the conversation between Fimus
and Zeugma he went to the teenage boy.
“Daye is dead isn’t
she?” asked Hector. The emotion was clear in his eyes Solufein didn’t
have to read the boy’s mind to know what he was thinking it was there in
front of him. Hector could barely hold himself together to ask the
Zoalord the question.
“She has being
deemed a failure by G’Kor,” said Solufein. This was the only God the
Tribe of the Great Snake knew of and to them he was the God of Death.
“Who are the Gods to
deem her a failure? She is my mate never has their being such a woman
who is warrior born!”
Solufein could not
answer the question. He thought back to the final moments of the battle
between the Warrior Guyver and Guyver Supreme. Guyver Supreme was saved
by Zeugma and teleported away. But the Armour of the Gods turned Daye
into something. Something primal she was completely unresponsive to any
questions from both him and Zeugma. All this Guyver cared about was
trying to get in contact with the two zoalords so that she could drain
them of their life’s energy like she tried to do to Guyver Supreme. She
was the definition of Guyver. But against a Master Zoalord the Guyver
though powerful could not compete. Zeugma fired the remover and moments
later it was removed leaving a sight he thought he’d never see. Daye the
child he met so many years ago crashed to the ground looking drained and
grey haired. As she came to the realisation that the Unit was removed
cowered in the corner away from it. He read her mind she barely noticed
Zeugma and him. All her mind focused on was the Dormant Unit and the
fear she felt for it and what it made her do and the hunger. Solufein
knew then this Unit was something wrong, something evil that should be
destroyed. But before he could act the Gods themselves arrived!
“Answer me
Solufein!” shouted Hector snapping the Zoalord back to the present. “Yes
she’s dead Hector,” answered Solufein. Has he answered the young man he
recalled what happened to Daye. The Gods Solom, Krullnar, Hpa’Edem and
Hpa’Var appeared in their armour. Solom retrieved in person the
prototype Unit. He knew who they where instinctively and while he did
not feel the need to as he observed Zeugma bowing to them he done the
same. He could not hear what they said but he could tell from their
gestures they talked of not only the Unit but pointed towards the host
as the four continued to decide what action to do next. It was then they
were joined by a fifth God, G’Kor. His arrival soon caused upset before
he could work out what he had said Zeugma’s eye’s flared and Daye was
burned alive mercifully dying quickly.
“It may take me a
life time Solufein, but I swear I’ll have revenge on this G’Kor, God or
no God!”
22 Years
Later - Feral Island 100 miles south east of present day Malaysia
Deep inside an alien warship located on a small
island Solom was hard at work. Using his vast telekinetic powers that
normally remained idle and the natural control his unit gave him over
the warship, a ship that he himself had grown for this purpose, he had
finished the fifth and hopeful final prototype of the Warrior Unit
project. It had being a hard to get to this stage and it had being lined
with both a path of success and failure and of pain. G’Kor’s decision to
kill Daye impacted him more than it should have. But it was wrong, so
very wrong it was his Unit that failed. It was his Unit that went out of
control taking over the Host. It was his burden not an innocent Clone.
G’Kor said he had grown too human, using his rank he ordered Zeugma and
she obeyed. The image of Daye dying would forever haunt him. Gen where
normally shielded from such things Solom got to see her fear and read
her brief sense of horror as Zeugma turned on her. Maybe he was being
too “human” as G’Kor put it. But he was a living being and what had
happened to another in front of him impacted him greatly. But there was
no way he could change what had happened, Daye was dead now. All he
could do now was insure that his Fifth Warrior Unit Prototype was not a
failure and those that paid for it with their lives at least done that
for something.
The Warship he finished the Prototype in was
completed last year. Completed in Gen terms meant that it was grown. Its
Pyramid Control medals matched that of the Warrior Unit and the theme
matched that of the ship itself being pyramid in shape though similar to
that of a Uranus ship. This was the first Gen Warship and had two sister
Ships designed for the variants of the Warrior Unit that Hpa’Var and
Hpa’Edem where working to finish. Each ship matched perfectly the
Warrior Unit it was built to test with. With these completed Units and
ships he would finally be declared the victor. The Black Nova stood no
chance against his Prototype Warrior Unit! But he would not test the
Unit yet. Tests had to be done to insure it was stable, that it could
stand the stress of the Supreme Test and then Black Nova. He knew his
rivals too neared completion. Even the rash Gordon claimed to finally
near completion of his Eliminator project. He realised that this new
year would prove to be the most important in his career.
He contacted Hpa’Var
and Hpa’Edem to let them know of the news. They too reported their
Warrior Units near completion.
Solom turned his attention back to his completed
Unit. It would have to be tested. But after years of pain staking work
he was not about to rush the process. The host he had selected was Faye,
the fifth generation of a warrior woman he met millennia ago. A woman he
ordered to be re-incarnated he felt wronged so that she could finally
prove herself to be the true warrior who would help the Warrior Project
show that it was the choice of the Gen as their new Unit. This time it
wouldn’t be the Unit that failed the host. She though had only recently
come of age. He felt she needed some more time before the test could
commence. Unlike the past prototypes he was sure of the success of this
unit. Merged
with his son’s Kavzar
Technology would produce a being that could conquer all opposition with
the power greater than that of the Guyver and yet remain controlled.
Knossos – Floating City above Mount
Olympus
Solom teleported to
his home, it had being a long time since he allowed himself to rest. It
had being years since he saw his wife or son in person. The Warrior Unit
had cost so much to complete and it had cost him time with his wife and
son. Time he hoped he could make up to them now that the project neared
completion. The house was dusty from not being used in months. But that
was easily sorted with but a simple thought it was cleaned by a Gen
device. He was deeply tired and fell onto the couch not making it to the
bed and fell asleep like he had done so many times before.
Below the great city
on the frozen peek of Mount Olympus Seraph the protector patrolled. If
she where human she would have counted this as the most boring work
imaginable. Who in their right mind would try and attack the Gods? Who
other than the Zoalords themselves could reach the Floating City? No one
could. The Gods did not need a Master Zoalord who devoted her life to
their protection. But Seraph was no longer human. Her highly programmed
mind loved that she did this for her Gods. She would gladly complete
this task over and over again without any malice to those that asked it
of her. Even as a young girl Zeugma’s sister was the most obedient of
the two always doing exactly what was asked of her. It was no surprise
to either of them that now as a Zoalord she had settled into this life
without trouble happily obeying her Gods. Tonight though was no
different than the past no one would be attacking the Floating City.
There was only one
time she could recall a moment when she would have being close. It was
over twenty years ago. She looked up sensing a powerful being
approaching off in the distance. She did not change into her battle form
she recognised who it was. Zeugma landed in front of her. Even in human
form she emitted an aura that Seraph normally found compelling to obey.
But right now she was not. Seraph knew something was wrong soon as she
saw her sisters face. She had being forced to do something she did not
like. Zeugma landed beside her sister the only person she now truly felt
close too and even then they had not talked liked sisters in over a
century. Zeugma told her of having to kill Daye, at first Seraph did not
know who it was and wondered why Zeugma would be so affected by caring
out the Gods wishes. But she realised it was Aaye’s reincarnation. Not
only had Zeugma to kill her childhood friend, a person she knew since
birth once, this was the fourth time she was forced to do such a thing.
Even her, a master Zoalord felt the pain from doing so once the Gods
left her to her own thoughts.
Seraph though in
reality was like speaking to a post. She might have being Zeugma’s
sister but the Gen processing never found a more willing host to give up
her humanity. Seraph shook her head and looked back up at the floating
city, thoughts like this was for the weak. She had to remain strong,
focused for her Gods so that they are protected. Once again like so many
times before even the memory of her sister buried itself in the back of
her mind.
The next day Solom
awoke. He went about his usual routine and got ready for the day. For
once it would not be occupied by thoughts of nothing but work. Ananke
would be arriving back soon too. She had being working on something she
said was wondrous. He did not doubt it, every Gen somehow or another
viewed their self worth as being great, but why Solom was attracted to
Ananke was simple. He viewed her as the greatest Gen mind that ever
lived. Some would debate but that did not matter to him, his wife was
beyond him and had worked in secret now for many years in the dead Red
planet. On what she would not say but research from her greatly helped
the Warrior Project. She only told him once that they would make
something great together and named it the Matrix. What it was Solom did
not know, like a child playing with a pet cat with a ball of string she
would dangle little bits of information in front of him only to take it
away. It was what he loved about her.
Solom left the house
and walked the city. “The Gen population had truly thrived now,” he
thought as he walked the city. Gen of adult age and children roamed the
street about their daily business. So great was the number of newborns
there was now a younger population who could not yet be given a Unit-G
than there was in the older generation. Gaia the ancient forgotten world
had truly being a place that saved his race. But as G’Kor reminded him
this was only the first phase in their resurrection, once they had
completed the Warrior Project and the victor was decided they would
leave and go onto the next stage. Krullnar worked on his Fourth Zoa
Guyver unit and it too near completion. The timing could not be better,
if this design finally defeated the Supreme test he and Krullnar could
progress onto designing the Kavzar. Solom didn’t know why but the idea
of leaving Gaia was not a good one, he’d grown accustomed to this world.
To him this was now his home.
Two Months later - Atlantis City –
District of Guyver Supreme
It was midsummer in
Atlantis and the days where long and hot. Pariah sat out in the garden
with Feaia enjoying the sun. She was in her mid sixties and both knew
her age was beginning to take her. She was still the commanding woman of
her family, still a prideful woman not looking for help but she tired
easily. Pariah knew she was long lived for the average person. Most
human’s life expectancy ranged between the forty’s and early fifty’s.
Atlantian’s had carved out a world where their life expectancy was
slightly higher but unlike the Gen or as he thought future human
cultures they had yet to discover medicines to cure diseases. Pariah
used his medical knowledge many times not only to save her but his many
children and grand children. His grandchildren played in the large
garden at the back of the house with his youngest daughter who was in
her early twenties. Like Zero he too had lost count of the family he now
had. But he could not bring himself to marry another woman while Feaia
was still alive.
He heard his
grandchildren scream in delight and run to the side of his house. He
stood up knowing he had a visitor. It was Zero with his wife, Pariah was
losing count now of how many he had but unlikely him Zero felt the
constant need to be having children and had three wives now of varying
ages. It was not a sore subject between them, both respected each other
to know what they wanted out of life was different from each other. As
Zero said to him many times, he did the exact same with his first wife
and still loved her to this day.
“Pariah my friend,
how are you this fine sunny evening,” said Zero with one of Pariah’s
grandchildren riding on top of his shoulders.
“I am doing well,
enjoying the life come let’s have some wine and enjoy it together,” said
Pariah mentioning towards the large table to the back of his villa.
They sat, they ate
and drank the house servants attending to their needs. As usual Pariah’s
grandchildren asked many questions of Zero of his battles, but Pariah
sensed Zero was here for a reason. After awhile when the children got
used to the idea of his guest being here and their wives now chatted
away Pariah knew the topic would change to something more serious.
“Have you thought
about what I said yesterday,” asked Zero.
“Yes I have,”
answered Pariah.
“What have you
decided?”
“You’re correct;
it’s only a matter of time before the Council of 13 decide to leave.
It’s unlikely we will be allowed to stay here and what would come of our
family.”
“Indeed, after you
told me of what G’Kor asked of you for admittance to this city I’ve come
to realise, that while it is a very good thing we are allowed to have a
family, it is contingent on us being of use to them. I heard that they
seek a host for the new Warrior Unit!”
“How could you know
such a thing?” Pariah knew enough that a successful Warrior Unit would
signal the end of the project. The end of their usefulness.
“I still have my
sources.”
“This is not good
news at all.”
“I will contact my
eldest children and begin arrangements. What is this land like?”
“Hostile, not many
people have settled on this large island to the North. Only animals and
lot of trees,” answered Zero.
“I hope it is far
enough away from here Zero.”
“No place would be,
but the fact they would have to look for them alone would mean that they
would be somewhat safe. Once we remain here in Atlantis I find it
unlikely they will look for our children.”
“I never thought it
would come to this, after so many battles,” said Pariah.
“Eventually my
friend all things must come to an end.”
“I never asked you
this before. If this is how we are going to come to an end, when did it
all begin for you Zero?”
“I guess this
depends on from where I start and whom.”
“What do you mean?”
“In a way I am a
hybrid. A being made from two people,” answered Zero.
“How is that
possible?”
“You really do not
know?”
“No, I know what
happened to me. I was foolish and decided to make a human body that was
more human so that when I bonded with a Guyver unit I would be closer
what the humans are in power than our brothers. But I failed, I am too
human,” answered Pariah.
“You could say the
same thing happened to me, but unlike you who most likely cloned a human
from that was built for the purpose and had no memory of what is was to
be alive I am not so lucky.”
“How is that
possible?”
“I was foolish, or I
should say the Gen side of me was. My human side was a hunter from
Gaia’s past. The land was harsh and the ships of the Uranus like the Gen
today where dotted around the Planet. They though had being here so long
vegetation had clearly taken hold of their outside structure. I know now
that Alkanphel was born signalling the end of their project. But for me
it simply meant pain as I bonded with the Unit-G. I don’t remember much
from when the Unit was out of Control. What I do clearly remember though
is a flash of light and losing the Unit after that it seems to go dark.”
“We know from the
Uranus ship records that Alkanphel used the remover on Guyver 0 then
killed the human host,” said Pariah. He had seen the ships memory. It
had shown him these events when he queried what a true Guyver was. It
was what inspired him to his own “failure”.
“Yes, I’ve seen that
too or more correctly my Gen side of me saw the memory. It was that
which led me to the recovered Unit,” said Zero. Pariah simply nodded in
agreement. “I can’t remember how I did it, but I somehow managed to get
the Unit to recall its past host information. It remained locked though
inside the Unit and to truly see what it held that was the mystery at
the time. G’Kor wanted results and fast telling me that the future of
our species was inside that Unit. After seeing what I discovered he
suggested we bond the Unit to someone so that they could see the
recovered memory. At the time we were at the ruins of our home world. We
had nowhere to go and abandoned by the Federation for what we had done
no future either. I took it upon myself to give us that future.”
“That is why you
activated the Zero Unit? It was because you felt the weight of our race
on you?”
“Yes. Though I did
not just merely decide ‘Oh I’ll just go an activated it’, no I carefully
modified the Unit and put in safeguards to protect me.”
“The Gen side of
you,” asked Pariah now sitting towards the edge of his seat listening to
what his friend told him.
“I did not do enough
though. I still have painful memories of bonding with the Unit.
Screaming in agony as the being I was then was modified by the Unit. I
lost control and I just wanted to escape the pain. The idea of escaping
became more urgent. I opened my chest plated and fired the mega-smasher.
The Control Centre of the Uranus ship was destroyed and my last memory
was escaping it and wondering onto the frozen north waste lands of our
home world.”
“The Unit G is not
kind when it merges with a host,” said Pariah. Zero laughed at the light
hearted joke as Pariah too knew that pain and he was not going to argue
with his friend who had it worse.
“Pariah, G’Kor has
being their always at the edges or inside the Guyver Project. From the
day I became Zero. This is why I don’t trust him. This is why I feel the
need to have my family migrate. This is why you too should do the same.”
Pariah simply nodded in agreement with his friend.
Argus – Gen Command Clan Ship
Argus was a ship of
the modern Gen now. Gone was its watery insides and a human could walk
around freely inside this ship now. The Gen rarely walked around in
their armour that was for emergencies and this was not. The Council of
the 13 were in session, before them Solom lead of the Warrior Project
had finished explaining the goals of the Warrior Project. The three
Warrior Units and their Ships would become their key command centres in
Battle. The Kavzar their warriors would be controlled from these ships
designed for Stellar, Stealth and Ground combat. He explained how the
Control Medal the most advanced ever designed by a Gen could be adjusted
so that it could also fit other roles if they arise. Case in point being
the finished Prototype it was designed for one purpose to defeat the
Black Nova. There was mutterings in the background as he said this,
Hpa’Tus Vulcan was not without his friends and supporters. Both had
claimed to have finished their tests and have the perfect embodiment of
their projects completed. Draven insisted the claims be put to the test.
A plan was laid out the Supreme Test would begin soon those that past it
would meet in battle. No quarter would be given the Unit that survived
the coming battles would be ruled the victor of the Warrior Projects.
Grogan objected at this point, his Eliminator project too was completed,
he wanted to take part. Neither Solom nor Hpa’Tus Vulcan objected and it
was set.
G’Kor arrived back
in his chamber. “At Last” he thought, behind him Eve the Gen who worked
with Ananke Solom’s wife walked in behind him.
“Is the project on
the Red Planet going as planned too?” asked G’Kor.
“Yes it is, the
first Assassin Unit is completed. The A.I. she designed is impressive
far in advance of what even her husband has shown you today.”
“Indeed, the AI
might be advance but is the Control Medal as powerful?”
“No, but husband and
wife’s work complement each other. She plans on merging her design with
his to make the perfect Warrior Unit.”
“I dare say she
might be beyond that already,” said G’Kor.
“What do you mean?”
“Ananke is one of
our greatest minds if not the greatest. It was only fait that decided
that she was female and mother to Solom’s child. A fait I controlled,
she is the ideal Gen to bring everything together in the perfect
location and you have helped her greatly my love,” as G’Kor said that he
pulled her towards him and kissed her roughly. Eve was his mistress and
she knew it. “Indeed, everything is now in place,” he thought as he
removed Eve’s cloths.
“When we are done, I
have a task for you.”
“What do you want of
me?” asked Eve as she was lead towards G’Kor’s sleeping chamber.
“Hm,” he said his
eyes transfixed on her body. “Oh I want a lot you now, but after that I
want you to modify Krullnar’s Proto Guyver remover.”
“In what way?” she
asked as Krullnar as she sat on the bed beside G’Kor he was now kissing
her neck. “In what way do you want me to modify the Unit?”
“I want it to be
able to remove the Units of Guyver 0 and Guyver Supreme, but not only
that it must wipe their memories clear of what it is to be Gen!”
“Why would you want
to do that?”
“The Warrior Project
will finish soon along with it there use!” Eve tried to hide the
wrongness she felt for doing what he asked as she lay back on his bed,
but he was G’Kor, what he wanted she would give!
Mount Guyver
They had not seen
nor heard from the “Gods” in many years. Fimus reminded his Tribe they
should enjoy these quite times as they came rarely and always signalled
new Battles for his tribe. His son Hector could no longer live in the
caves after the death of Daye. He lead the warriors of the Great Snake
to reclaim the surface. Soon joined by his father Fimus the threat of
the Griffons where put to an end. For now at least, it was not the first
time Fimus thought them wiped out! The other two Tribes joined them on
the surface and as in the past the tribe’s numbers grew during this time
of quite. Then four cycles ago a young woman appeared, she called
herself Faye. Unlike those times before when the reincarnation of Aaye
appeared as a baby this time she was near fully grown woman.
Very quickly her
tribe learned though this was a different woman to those of her past.
This reincarnation of Aaye was nothing like her in personality, only how
she looked was the same. She
spurned the advances of Hector or any man. She was a warrior born from
the day she appeared. Her arrival marked the return of Zeugma but
strangely not new battles for the Guyvers of the Tribes. A group of the
youngest warriors were selected from the three tribes. They faced
battles and tests to prove themselves and that they did. Faye though a
great and vicious warrior who lead her band into many battles could not
adjust to living with her tribe. When not “training” as Zeugma called it
she would live by herself inside the caves. Fimus wondered what the Gods
did to her to have made such a cold hearted killer who could not live
with her people.
Hector walked into
the hut of his father. Sat in near the middle of the hut where a small
fire burned that heated the small building smoke travelling up and out
through the middle of the sealing. Hector sat down by his father he and
enjoyed the warmth of the fire as it was a cold frosty winters morning.
“Good morning
father.”
“Morning Hector my
son. Last night was a full moon, have you the people ready?”
“Yes I do, all
accept from her,” said Hector. Fimus knew exactly who he meant. He knew
it still many years later hurt his son that Daye was dead. A pain
constantly renewed by Faye being here alive and being so different to
the woman she used to be. Hector refused to call her by name unless he
had too. They had many talks about this and he realised years ago not to
bring it up. What would be would be.
“Ah yes “her”, who
will we send to ask her if she is ready?”
“She is born ready,”
said Hector. Fimus couldn’t help but smile at the comment his son still
admired her somewhat. But as before he knew it was best not to joke
about what was a sore topic.
“I have to agree
with you there Hector. Ready the others check with the other tribes that
they too have their people ready for the training.”
Hector nodded and
left his father. Fimus felt for his son. He now looked older than he
did. He did not want to outlive his son nor did he want to be there to
see him die of old age. He hoped this training of Zeugma’s would mean a
chance he would be chosen for a Unit, but while Hector organised his
people she viewed him too old for the training. Fimus knew that this
meant it unlikely his son would ever be one of the new Guyvers. If only
Hector would settle of another woman but at least Daye had a son with
him before she died.
Elsewhere on Mount
Guyver was the Tribe of the Form and it was the smallest of the three
tribes. But that was not always the case. When the Gods first appeared
they outnumbered both of the other two tribes combined with ease. But in
the years after the arrival of the Gods that changed greatly. All of
zoa-forms that made up the bulk of their number where removed from the
tribe. They lived in the great City of Argus under the control of their
founder Fulton Balcus. All of them have since died of old age and being
replaced but it was the Tribe of the Form who made up the first elements
of the Gen zoanoid army. Only one man, their human leader Razule the
Guyver bore witness to those events lived to tell the human tribe their
history.
Razule too knew last
night before was a full moon and what that meant to him and his people.
Some of them had being chosen by Zeugma for the training along with
those of the Black Fang. But what concerned him most was that his
youngest son was chosen to be part of this training. Razule was Guyver,
capable of doing what he wanted. But he knew all too well what happened
to those that decided to do what they wanted against the wishes of the
“Gods”. Not only would he pay the price with his life but others in his
tribe would too. To prove himself as a man and for his tribe his son
wanted this. In a way that made it easier for Razule but not much he
still worried like any parent would that he wouldn’t see his child
again.
One week later – Atlantis City – Coliseum
of Solom
The crowds roared in
delight as Kron ruler of Atlantis sat in his chair overlooking the
grounds below. Beside him ever in his shadow was Reeve his brother.
Today though they were joined by a special guest Guyver 0, he would not
be battling today it was Guyver Supreme that graced the hallowed grounds
of the Coliseum. But he was not their only guest. Fulton Balcus the old
leader of the Zoalords was here too from the City of Argus and sat
beside them. The crowds knew this and knew what a rare event for the
Champion of Pacifica to be allowed battle in their Coliseum. In the last
twenty years the size of the zoa-formed Gen forces had expanded greatly.
Even Kron who was known for his attention to detail could not keep track
of all the Zoalords. Twenty of these where stationed around the Coliseum
ready to reinforce it. Kron spared nothing in preparation of these
events for his “Gods”.
Pariah stood on the
ground below ready for the fight to come. He had said his peace with his
wife, she left this morning with the bulk of his children to the land
found by Zero. An Atlantis out posts unknown to most but a few people
trusted to them alone. It left him at peace with himself knowing that if
he died here today that his family would be safe. Across the other side
of the huge coliseum he could make out the doors opening and a man
coming out alone. “This would be his opponent then,” he thought to
himself. Soon he would be in combat and would either die in glory or
would once again defeat his foe. He expected it to be as Zero said the
fifth generation of Warrior Unit prototype. Would he be able to defeat
it? He did not know but he would not lay down for it if it was. The Unit
activated on the man. Zoalords instinctively backed away leaving the man
a large gap so he was not threatened. Moments later there was a pulse
and both foes knew what to expect from each other. Pariah smiled under
his armour, it wasn’t Solom’s unit after all. It was his Son’s!
Proto Guyver’s
zoa-crystal glowed with power and a red aura surrounded him as the Unit
powered itself up. Guyver Supreme nodded at Proto Guyver as he thought
this Unit had being advanced by Krullnar since he last fought it. The
crowd roared in anticipation as the two foes walked towards each other.
Again Guyver Supreme smiled the host was no fool either as he did not
simply rush into battle like many pervious test Guyvers. Proto Guyver
attacked first, the glow around his hands changed and as he raised them
and opened his clenched fist a large number of fast small gravity
bullets fired towards Guyver Supreme. Guyver Supreme’s shield activated
and a large number of the slam bullets slammed of his shield. Guyver
Supreme could tell by the impact if not for the shield they would have
caused some decent damage behind him the gravity bullets that missed him
slammed into the walls causing dust to be sent everywhere but they
lacked the size needed to destroy a section of the huge stone slabs that
surrounded the battle grounds. He better not take this fight lightly as
there was real firepower behind this test Unit of Krullnar’s.
Guyver Supreme
responded with head laser only to find the shields of the Proto Guyver
capable of withstanding them. Both foes engaged in a fire fight either
dodging the blasts sent at them or absorbing them with their shields.
“They seem quite
even Zero,” said Kron turning to Guyver 0.
“I agree Lord Kron,
the new test Unit of Krullnar’s is very interesting.”
“Indeed it is, you
and I get along well Zero, this is due to our mutual respect and your
one of the few people who have no problems telling me the truth,” said
Kron.
“We both have our
reasons for liking this relationship Kron. You know Guyver Supreme and
myself are not normal test Guyvers,” said Guyver 0.
“Yes, you are the
fallen ones,” said Kron.
“Ah that is what
they are calling us now, the fallen,” said Guyver 0.
“It’s the name my
bother I have given you,” said Kron turning to Reeve. Reeve nodded at
them and continued to watch the battle.
“The name is
suitable for us.”
“Can I ask you
something?”
“You can of course
Kron.”
“Do you think that
Proto Guyver would be my replacement?” It was a question Zero thought
for a moment about. He didn’t want to insult or alarm the Master
Zoalord. But in the end he long since knew how smart and possibility
dangerous the Master Zoalord was. It was best to answer him honestly.
“No Kron whatever
they plan you would be part of it,” said Guyver 0 thankful for the fact
that both his voice was masked and that he was lying. Humanity was good
for rebuilding his race but it was flawed. It was only a matter of time
that the Gods abandoned them all. The more he thought about it the more
he saw it that he was doing the right thing by moving his family from
Atlantis. At least away from him they had some hope against whatever it
was the Gen planned.
As Guyver 0 and Kron
continued to speak and the intensified Reeve left them and walked into
the area behind the royal seats that lead to a passage way that linked
the huge Coliseum to the Palace. He ordered the Guards away as the form
of G’Kor appeared.
“Master,” said Reeve
as he bowed before G’Kor.
“Rise my most loyal
of servants,” said G’Kor signalling for him to get up.
“I did not expect
you master.”
“The time has come
for us to act, to wipe out anything that can oppose us, this world,
those that dared attack me and my home world. All will be wiped out by
the cleansing you both will bring my soon to be Guyver Zoalords!” said
G’Kor as behind him Fulton Balcus appeared out the shadows behind him.
Both Zoalords nodded at each other in acknowledgement. A short distance
away Guyver 0 listened though his enhanced hearing to something that
sent him into shock with the realisation of just how powerfully wrong it
could be. A Guyver Zoalord!? Not just one but two! What the Hell was
G’Kor thinking? That he could somehow control such monsters? Then they
disappeared as the portal teleported them away.
<“Pariah, we have to
get out of here!”>
<“I’m busy right now
and am surrounded by Zoalords, what do you expect me to do?”>
<“G’Kor has betrayed
us all. He plans on making Reeve and Balcus into Guyver Zoalords!”>
<“You are joking?”>
<“NO, I am not I
overheard just now talking about it before they teleported away with
Reeve.”>
<“We have to tell
the 13!”>
<“Tell them what?
That a Guyver overheard one of the 13 telling a Zoalord that he wanted
to make them a Guyver Zoalord? No they would never believe us we are the
fallen! We have to stop him and stop him now or else!”>
<“You know this will
cost us our lives?”>
<“It will cost us
EVERYTHING if we don’t act!”>
<“Ok, how the hell
are we to get away?”> asked Guyver Supreme as he dodged yet another
attack from Proto Guyver.
<“We ask him to
help! Proto Guyver, if we don’t escape now and stop a mad God we’re all
going to die!”> said Guyver 0 telepathically two both Guyvers.
<“Who are you?”>
<“I’m Zero the first
Guyver, one of the Gods leaders has gone crazy. He plans on merging a
Zoalord with the armour of the Gods!”> Proto Guyver and Guyver Supreme
continued to battle as Proto Guyver weighed what exactly that meant for
him. A Guyver Zoalord was what he meant. The son of Razule was no one’s
fool he knew what it meant if that was true. He had heard the many
stories of his father and from that knew what a Zoalord could do. Zeugma
was said to have killed many Guyvers with ease and the armour of the
Gods made her into something that was amazing. To combine the two would
just be something unbelievably powerful.
<“Are you listening
to me Proto Guyver? If we don’t stop G’Kor now he will have his two
Guyver Zoalords kill us all!”> Proto Guyver stopped for a moment in
fear. All of his tribe and that of the other two tribes knew the name of
G’Kor the God of Death! If the God of death wanted to make a Guyver
Zoalord it would only be for bad things. Years of pent up aggression in
his and the other tribes meant one thing, he was going to help the
Guyvers against G’Kor.
<“I am listening,
but we never going to defeat all of the Zoalords and go after him?”>
said Proto Guyver firing another volley of gravity bullets at Guyver 0
but he found them easy to dodge as most flew past him.
The Guyvers
continued to talk, Kron noticed something he couldn’t quite tell what it
was. He realised that they were not fighting properly. Neither Guyver
was really trying to land a proper killer blow like they were before.
They were merely putting on a show! The realisation of this though
happened to late. The orbs Proto Guyver’s chest and legs glowed and
fired. The orbs ripped from his body and came together in front of him.
As they moved around at an amazing rate a black ball of energy formed
around them. “No! The fool” he thought, the weapon was for use in space
only not on a planet if it grew out of control it would kill everything!
Kron jumped down to the grounds of the Coliseum changing to his Zoalord
form as he did. The others here where designed to shield the crowd and
the black hole was taking all of their energy to do so. But Proto
Guyver’s mistake was something he could fix, like his brother he too was
a master of Gravity based attacks. Kron focused his energy in
controlling the black hole. Every orb on his body glowed along with his
zoalord crystal as he wrestled with it. Moments later he thankfully felt
control over it and minutes later the black hole fell in on itself.
Kron felt exhausted
but relieved he had caught it in time. He looked around at the crowd
most were still unharmed but the Zoalords had paid the price of
protecting them, some had paid for doing that with their lives. He
looked around for the Guyver responsible but he was gone. But it was not
only him who had left during the distraction, Guyver 0 and Guyver
Supreme too had gone. He called out for his brother. He too had left.
“What the hell had just happened,” wondered Kron knowing now things
would never be the same again.
The Northwest Territories – in the lands
of what will one day become part of modern Canada
The land he had
sensed them teleport too was a frozen waste land something that he
realised could easily kill him if not for having his armour active.
Buried inside a hill in front of him was a Gen or Uranus ship of some
kind. The distraction caused by Proto Guyver had worked. Guyver 0 had
used it to get his friend’s and himself teleported to safety using the
Portal. But they would not be alone for long. Once Kron had realised
they had escaped they would come hunting for them. They had to use this
time to kill G’Kor and the two Zoalords before they activated the Units.
“They must be inside that ship,” said Guyver 0 pointing towards the top
of a Gen ship that peered above the frozen land. It was snowing so
heavily that normal human vision would not have seen it. Being a Guyver
though they all sensed it one of the great ships was close by.
G’Kor and the two
Zoalords stood in the centre of the ship. They were looking at the
centre unit pod inside it was a single Unit. Both Zoalords looked in awe
at the dormant device knowing already from many years of seeing the
battles their Gods organised just what it could do to a human. But
Futon’s expression changed as he noted there was only one Unit but two
Zoalords with their “God”.
“You two are my most
trusted servants. Together and you two helped me countless times. The
time we were waiting for is now! We
will take complete control over the Test. But I only need one of you
though can become the Guyver Zoalord.” said G’Kor to the surprise of
both Zoalords.
“Why is that
master?” asked Fulton Balcus. Reeve smiled that the old fool asked first
you simply do not question the Gods especially the God of Death! He
could even tell now this was a test from G’Kor to see who would be the
most willing to serve him. Even with the untold power a Unit would give
him he simply respected G’Kor too much to ever go against him. G’Kor was
the only one who saw past the shadow cast by Kron!
“There is a simple
reason. You are our most powerful servants, too powerful some might say.
But only Reeve has shown that with that power and ambition he would
never go against me!”
“I would never go
against....”
“Old fool,” said
Reeve as his fist that had already collecting energy left it go into the
side of Fulton Balcus sending the Zoalord flying into the side of the
ship. Fulton was in shock flying on the ground not grasping at first
what had happened to him. Badly wounded Fulton Balcus was unable to act
as G’Kor gave the Unit to Reeve.
Outside the ship
Guyver 0, Guyver Supreme and Proto Guyver commanded the ship to open. It
did not respond to their command. Seconds later they were fired on, the
ground around them exploded in rubble as they were blown away from each
other. Guyver Supreme got up first too see a Zoalord out of the heavy
falling snow. They had being found!
Inside the ship the
Unit was bonding with Reeve. G’Kor looked at the slumped form of Balcus.
He was the one source of information that knew enough about him that
could get him in trouble if his plan failed. That source was taken care
of and as the Guyver Zoalords control medal glowed it was now completely
irrelevant! G’Kor looked in awe at the huge form of the Guyver Zoalord.
He could sense only one thing that this being was dangerously powerful.
How dare the Gen call themselves “Gods” this is what a god should be and
this god followed him!
Outside the three
Guyvers battled the powerful Zoalord. For all the experience of Guyver 0
and Guyver Supreme they had never fought a Zoalord before. This single
one proved a great challenge his shield had yet to be broken and if not
for the pace of the Guyver 0 he’d have being hit and either badly
wounded or taken out by the Zoalord. Inside the ship G’Kor knew of the
battle with the Guyvers. They must be here to try and stop him. But they
were far too late as the eyes of the Guyver Zoalord glowed and he
focused on G’Kor. The huge eighteen foot tall form of the Guyver Zoalord
walked towards him. Even though he thought himself in control of Reeve
as a Guyver Zoalord the Gen felt a little bit of fear that with the
merest flick of the beast’s wrist destructive power capable of blowing
apart the ship would obliterate him and Reeve would be truly Guyver. But
the Guyver Zoalord kneeled before him. Even knelt down his huge form was
still taller than that of the Gen Control Armoured G’Kor.
“Master I am
complete,” said the Guyver Zoalord.
“Indeed you are,
it’s time you fulfilled your birthright!”
Outside the ship the
Zoalord’s crystal glowed as he pulled all nearby energy towards himself.
There wasn’t much but the ship itself seemed to drain of life as the
Zoalord glowed with power. Guyver Supreme and Proto Guyver fired
everything they had in a quick attempt to overpower it but it was too
late. Moments later a shockwave pulsed out from the Zoalord blasting
Guyver 0 and Guyver Supreme away. Proto Guyver shielded the worst but
not all of the attack but fell to his knees before the Zoalord. The
Zoalord raised his right hand and a Unit Remover appeared and attached
itself to it. A short distance away Guyver Supreme got up first. As he
looked towards the Zoalord and realised what he had on its arm it was
too late for the Proto-Guyver. Seconds later his Unit was removed
leaving behind a young man in basic tribal clothing.
The Zoalord reached
down and picked up the Unit, the boy now was no longer his concern the
extremely cold weather will kill him soon. He turned towards the Guyver
Supreme, like the Proto Guyver he was badly injured his armour thorn in
many places and he was bleeding badly. Pariah knew he was next to taste
the remover and in his state it would mean certain death. Out of nowhere
there was a huge explosion coming from the ship. The pure force from it
knocked everyone away from each other but also killed the man who was
the Proto Guyver. Out from the ruin came the Guyver Zoalord and G’Kor.
G’Kor looked back at what was once a huge bio-ship that contained his
secret projects. It was now a shell of its former self. With the control
sphere destroyed the only link to him of this place was the Guyver
Zoalord himself.
“Master there are
two Guyvers here.”
“I know but they are
beneath us now. It’s time let’s leave this place!”
The Guyver Zoalord
nodded and seconds later they both where teleported away. The harsh snow
continued to fall. In minutes the oddly coloured bio-material of the
ship was frozen and started was being covered in the heavy snow. Some
time past and the covering snow fall covered things in layer upon layer
of snow. Then slowly there was movement. Guyver Supreme was the first to
get up. His right arm was missing though he could barely notice it as
the Unit or the cold had numbed the pain. He was in shock wondering what
had happened to him. Then it call came flooding back Zero and him had
failed the Guyver Zoalord was now born! His head sensors twitched as he
looked for his arm. He sensed it about sixteen feet away buried in the
deep snow. He reached down with his left arm and brushed away the snow
and picked up his arm placing the now frozen stump at the end towards
his shoulder. Somehow after
a few minutes his unit sensed the arm against itself and he felt his arm
reattach itself to his body. The pain was immense but he’d no choice but
to bare it then screamed out in pain as his will gave out.
A short distance
away he sensed movement as the Zoalord stood up out of the snow. He too
had being injured by the blast caused by the Guyver Zoalord. Guyver
Supreme turned to face him but with his right arm still useless he
turned his left side towards the Zoalord and charged up his pressure
cannon. He hoped the Zoalord was too badly wounded to stop the attack as
he fired the gravity ball towards him. But the zoalord shielded the
attack. He then lifted his arm carrying the Unit remover and pointed it
at Guyver Supreme. Then out from behind the Zoalord appeared Guyver 0
his vibrational sword extended he lunged his body towards the Zoalord
decapitating him. Guyver 0 landed in a slump beside the Zoalord. He was
without his left leg and left arm and was in really bad shape but he
saved Guyver Supreme. Guyver Supreme walked over to his friend and
slumped down beside him.
“We’ve failed,” said
Guyver Supreme.
“We gave it a good
try my friend,” said Guyver 0 turning towards him.
“Is the Guyver who
helped us is dead?”
“He landed close to
me. He didn’t have a chance without his armour.” Guyver Supreme nodded
in agreement to what Guyver 0 had just said. Even with their units they
hadn’t survived unharmed and where badly wounded.
“We should take him
back to his people,” said Guyver 0.
“The world is doomed
and all you can think about his letting this man be honoured by his
people. I like your humility Zero.”
“There is another
reason I suggest we should. His people are our only possible allies
against the Guyver Zoalord. G’Kor will insure his first strikes go
unnoticed by the Council. Our only chance though it’s still nothing is
to gain come allies and hope we can somehow kill the Guyver Zoalord.”
“Yeah, we don’t have
much hope even with them, but it is at least some.”
They nodded in
agreement and then waited in the snow for their bodies to heal. Meeting
other Guyvers could be dangerous even more so when bringing the dead
body of one of their people. After some time both Guyvers where fully
healed. They had recovered the body of Razule’s son and Guyver 0’s
control flared as he contacted the portal moments later all three
disappeared as they where teleported away.
Inside the ruined
ship a slump of bio material moved as Fulton Balcus emerged from the
ruin. His body was badly injured but somehow he held enough wherewithal
to shield himself from the explosion. He’d being betrayed and abandoned
for dead. But the fool for a God did not make sure he had finished the
job. The then wondered if he was wise to think such things. Reeve had
effectively killed him now. The wounds he’d suffered at his hand both
before and after becoming the Guyver Zoalord will over time insure his
death in this harsh land. Calling out for help too would be unwise, who
would side with him against the word of a God? Him, a left over outcast
from the Uranus!
No it was time to
hide, time to hope that someday he would get his revenge. In his arm was
a dormant Unit-G he had found in the rubble. He heard about these Ships
of the Gods before from the other Zoalords. They described a pod that
they rested in and awoke inside. Maybe this ship had one still that
remained intact? It was a question he needed to answer soon. Using his
powers he lifted the side of the ruin up. It revealed a chamber that
somehow remained somewhat intact. He moved inside the snow and
biometrical closing up the chamber behind him as he moved inside.
His enhanced
eyesight combined with the glow glowing light from inside the dying ship
was enough for him to move around. He saw what he needed with two intact
pods was before him. He knew enough about the Unit-G to know this one of
a kind Unit he had was never meant to work for him. This whole ship was
only used to make the Unit that Reeve now had. But in time mankind would
learn and like the great City’s man by modern mankind who’s wonders even
he admired had shown. Sooner or later if he waited long enough someone
somewhere would possibly find a way to make this Unit work for him! He
placed the Unit inside the pod and a few seconds later it floated
towards the middle of the Pod. He wondered if this was where the Unit
was meant to rest? Most likely it was not but the Unit was a living
being of some kind and he hoped the pods would ensure that meant it
would keep it alive. He turned towards the second Pod and as he pulled
himself up in the air towards it the pod opened and Balcus moved inside.
He hoped someday soon he would awake, and he too would be able to become
a Guyver Zoalord and have his revenge!
The End of Time War Part 2
*1 One cycle
is the equivalent of one year.
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