“Come on! All this and all
you can manage is a couple of sun burns and a little flying metal!” W’Kar yelled
out as he was hit by another of Sedah’s attacks. He could tell that his
opponent's Unit was similar to that other one he saw earlier. Both of which
looked like one of those Warrior Kavzar he had seen recently, just a little
tougher.
Sedah’s energy wings flared
out even further. This was not his kind of fight. He had the advantage of
power, but this W’Kar just kept at it. And his voice was getting annoying.
Sedah preferred more one sided confrontations.
It was at that moment that
Warrior Guyver Vamore teleported onto W’Kars flank and fired his two shoulder
cannons. W’Kar laughed at the thought of this Warrior Guyver Vamore being a
little upset at being killed so quickly after becoming a Guyver. W’Kar had
sensed it earlier, as well as the contingent of zoanoids rolling over the
hill after the retreating armored marines. He owed
Dreadnought and the rest of them, and he was about to pay up. As the blast
shot at W’Kar he turned and threw up his shielding. The weapon was powerful,
as he soon found out. Much stronger than he thought it would be. W’Kars
hyperspace orb began to glow as his energy draining system went fully active
and he began absorbing as much of the energy as he could.
Sedah would have smiled at
the sight. His hypersenses told him that Guyver Powered Zerebubuth
was on his way, as was twelve Bio-Titans. W’Kar would have his hands full
soon enough. While those armored marines, well,
they’re a different story all together. With the allied forces in a retreat
it would give him a good opportunity to thin the herd for Chronos.
. .
The blast finally stopped
as W’Kar stood there, moved only a few feet. His armored
form was visually scorched from the intense power of the weapon, but his
energy reserves managed to get all that more full. A little more and he would
be ready to make the real distraction. . .
Warrior Guyver Vamore
angrily came to the ground and began firing multiple lasers out of his head
orb and the two on his shoulder pod cannons, while charging up for another
attack. But W’Kar knew how to deal with Vamore, he
had fought them many a time. Get up close and they are as cute as kittens.
W’Kar dove forward at high
speed and let the lasers hit him, barely effecting
his powerful armor, and planted his foot on the
ground before giving Warrior Guyver Vamore a kick strong enough to send him
reeling backward. Warrior Guyver Vamore’s pods opened up just at that moment,
releasing the energy skyward and vaporizing a few soaring aerial zoanoids.
Before he flew back and landed face first against the side of a piece of the
clan ship and tore through it, rolling some hundred feet across the ground
before hitting another section of hull and stopping.
“Like throwing a baby,” W’Kar said as
he dusted off his hands. Before his hypersenses flared, something big was
heading his way. He only had a few seconds before the massive form of Guyver
Powered Zerebubuth came leaping over another ridge.
W’Kar could yell out in
happiness. “Come on boy! I’ve got a brand new pack of whoop-ass ready
for you!”
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth replied. His form came slamming down almost on
W’Kar who quickly dodged to the side and threw a quick one handed pressure
cannon into him, which nailed the side of the guyver hyper zoanoid. Dust flew
everywhere when Guyver Powered Zerebubuth's knee
hit the ground, and even more shot up as his momentum did not slow down.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth swung his right arm
around and attempted to chop W’Kar in half with his vibrational bladed tri
claws. W’Kar extended his own plasma swords and swung both of his elbow
blades and narrowly deflected the three blades away but was nailed across the
chest with three random ones from his opponent's shoulder, which Guyver
Powered Zerebubuse then used for leverage as he threw W’Kar across the field.
W’Kars hand was quick
though, and he grabbed the zoanoids loose vibrational blade and used the momentum
of the creature to pull himself off, holding on as he pivoted around, and
onto his opponent's back.
“Those things hurt!” W’Kar
says as he grabbed onto the various spikes on the beast's back to hold on.
W’Kars armor was tough enough to handle this guyver's vibrational blades in his bare hand. So W’Kar
simply held on as Guyver Powered Zerebubuth swung
wildly trying to free himself. “HA! Like riding a big spiky bull!” W’Kar
called out laughing. Before activating his plasma swords and starting to hack
off the vibrational spikes.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth screamed and suddenly W’Kar felt a huge amount
of sonic energy as the blades started shaking ever so slightly. Suddenly
W’Kar was sent blasting skyward as an immense sonic blast erupts from the
combined harmonics of the vibrational blades. W’Kars armor
is cracked, as he only just manages to catch his own footing on the ground.
“Not bad, not bad at all,”
W’Kar says clenching his fists. Looking to the ground he sees one of the
loose severed vibrational spikes he had hacked off. This one was not so
supercharged like the other ones were, so he picked it up.
“While your at it,” W’Kar
said as he held up the large vibrational spike he chopped off of the bull.
“Take this back!”
Just as he said it, W’Kar back
flipped over Guyver Powered Zerebubuth in a flash
and activated his gravity control orb, and with all his force added to it
rammed the vibrational spike where W’Kar knew the sun never shone.
W’Kar laughed at the
grimacing pain of Guyver Powered Zerebubuth. His
hand was covered in blood and bio material as he pulled it up and out of his
opponent's rear end. He left the vibrational spike in there though. “Ooh,
guyver or not I bet that hurts,” he chuckles. “Don’t get too excited now, it
is our first date after all.”
“I’LL KILL YOU GUYVER!”
W’Kar chuckles and shakes
his head. “I’m not saying it again.”
Imakarum watched closely
from a distance away as Guyver Powered Zerebubuth
swung wildly at W’Kar. W’Kar's quick movements
dodged him, though the sonic wave created by having all of his vibrational
blades enhanced and swung were still breaking bits and pieces of W’Kar's armor. But the battle
was steadily senting Guyver Powered Zerebubuth into a rage. Imakarum knew that the W’Kar
Guyver was purposely getting him as angry as possible. W’Kar's
attacks in close range were far and few in between but when they connected,
locked in combat, they counted.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth fired a head laser right at W’Kar, whose armor was scorched and tore under the power of it,
surprising W’Kar, but throwing him enough off balance for the massive beast
to pound him with his massive tri-claw straight through the chest. W’Kar was
lifted off the ground and then slammed repeatedly against it again and again
by Guyver Powered Zerebubuth. Each bash sent W’Kar
into a world of hurt, but finally W’Kars blast field erupted and he was
sucked out of normal space. The blast tore the beast's arm nearly off, and
slammed him on the ground. Just then, Guyver Powered Zerebubuth's
own hyper senses found W’Kar rocketing down at him from straight above.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth knew he was at least a
mile in the sky, but a volley of fast massive pressure cannons came slamming
down around him.
He dodged a few, and his
shielding kept him from receiving too much damage as he lifted his own arm
cannon and fired a massive blast of energy towards W’Kar. W’Kar sensed the
power of the wave and decided that though healed, he did not want to be
weakened by that blast and moved his feet downward and focused all of his
shielding towards that part and decided to try a breakthrough. Guyver Powered
Zerebubuth was surprised by the tenacity of W’Kar
still, as he tore through the other side of the huge blast, ripping through
by using his gravity orb to accelerate himself and slammed his foot right in
the Chronos soldiers face with enough force to crack his spine.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth screamed in pain and whipped his vibrational
blades around. W’Kar quickly extended his plasma blades and though the vibrational
blades themselves were blocked the force of the sonic wave ripped into him
and tore parts of his armor right off sending W’Kar
sailing to the side. W’Kar recovered to Guyver Powered Zerebubuth
finally healing his spine and charging towards him, W’Kar obliged.
The ground was being
crushed by the two titans as they were slamming against each others
shielding, and the pure mass they both had pressing the attacks against each
other broke the surface of the ground blowing dust and dirt into the sky. Guyver
Powered Zerebubuth had powerful vibrational blades
for tri-claws and on his forearms that when connected with W’Kars own Plasma
blades blasted a sonic shockwave that cracked dirt and forced both combatants
to use incredible amounts of strength just to keep near each other. W’Kars
own blades sent a wave of plasma spiralling outward that both burned and
pushed at each of them, furthering the damage done as each blade scraped
another in their fury. W’Kar's attacks were fast
and struck vital places on the Guyver Powered Zerebubuth,
who in turn had wild attacks that though hit and caused considerable damage
to W’Kar, did not seem to slow him down one bit.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth and him locked blades
with their arms crossed over each other, each violently screaming in an
attempt to intimidate the other. W’Kar was being pushed down slowly, but
surely. In an attempt to gain the upper hand the beast's three horns pointed
forward and sprayed W’Kar in the face which melted a layer of his armor around the head and chest. Guyver Powered Zerebubuth then used the extra momentum and brief
distraction to slam his knee into W’Kar and then strike him extremely hard
with his fist, sending W’Kar slamming backwards and into a section of the
ship.
W’Kar stood up after little
time. His armor was tough, and the fact that he had
burned enough to warp the armor meant that weapon
would be dangerous as hell to any guyver. But the thought of him being burnt
like some weak creature peeved W’Kar off incessantly. So when he saw the
beast running towards him like some crazed hippopotamus, he reached back
behind him and grabbed a broken chunk of the clan ship severed from his own
striking it.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth and Imakarum were dually surprised when W’Kar
grabbed onto the ruined section of clanship and yanked it off, swinging it
with enough force to bash him to the side. The effect was quickly capitalized
on by W’Kar, who despite being less powerful than Guyver Powered Zerebubuth, managed to charge a bit of energy into his foot
from some unknown source then spun and slammed his foot into his chest harder
than any of his attacks were previously, tossing the Guyver Powered Zerebubuth to the side with force enough to break
straight through a damaged ACTF cannon.
Imakarum was shocked! For a
split second the W’Kar had shown to have strength nearly equal to the Guyver
Powered Zerebubuth. The rights of which even
Dreadnought could not match! What was this new guyver?!
This answer would have to
wait for Imakarum, as W’Kar spun quickly around and fired a huge sized
Pressure Cannon off into the distance where Imakarum looked and saw Warrior
Guyver Vamore charging his Hyper Smasher Pods. W’Kar's
Pressure Cannon slammed into the Chronos combatant, but was absorbed just at
that moment as Warrior Guyver Vamore activated the gravity shield.
Imakarum smiled as W’Kar
looked up as a massive wave of destruction was fired at him. A combination of
particle beam energy and gravity, W’Kar was forced to throw up his shielding
and kick himself upward. The beam slammed into him
and sent him soaring backward out of the weapons destructive range that tore
a crater through the ground.
Imakarum was impressed by
the move on W’Kars part. The shielding helped keep him alive, but leaping
into the air allowed the blast he knew he couldn’t avoid to send him sailing
out of the blast range. W’Kar was obviously an experienced combatant in his
unit, and he was obviously well versed in war tactics. It made him wonder, as
few if any of the ACTF guyvers would have thought of such a move. Imakarum
doubted it.
W’Kar emerged from the
smoking pile with Warrior Guyver Vamore hot on his trail. He was firing
multiple blasts of laser and pressure cannon fire at him, that either was
seemingly absorbed by his armor, or hit it without
any visual sign of damage. W’Kar, still smoldering
but visually healing quickly, dove ahead at high speed and tackled the
zoanoid. Vamore extended his vibrational blades and slammed it into W’Kars
sides where his kidneys should be and tore upward ripping through multiple
scraps of armor.
W’Kar grunted slightly as
he slammed Warrior Guyver Vamore in a body slam against the ground and
extended his own blades. WG Vamore and he began tumbling across the ground
stabbing at each other but W’Kar eventually hopped up and released WG Vamore,
who immediately turned and attempted to fire an opened Hyper Smasher Pod, but
W’Kar moved too fast and slammed his Plasma Blade through WG Vamore’s
opposite pod and into his skull, where he turned the zoanoids body with a
yank.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth was running quickly towards the rampaging
guyver. His feet were leaving huge cracks in the ground as he leaped over a
ridge, knowing that the W’Kar Guyver and his ally Warrior Guyver Vamore were
locked in combat. His leap sent him hurling over a section of ruined
clanship, and torn pieces ripped or blown off of the armored
marines, and when he looked over the ridge his hyper senses flared just as
his own sight saw the discharge of one of Vamore’s Hyper Smasher Pods. He had
little time, but raised his shields, the sonic energy flowing around his many
armor spikes as fast as possible but was launched
backward with the destructive force of the weapon. The sheer velocity sent
him spiraling out of control as he crashed through
another section of the clan ship.
W’Kar chuckled to himself
as WG Vamore vainly started to use a combination of his blast field and
gravity force to knock W’Kar off. W’Kar held strong, absorbing most of the
damage as he had a plasma sword still impaled through Warrior Guyver Vamore’s
shoulder pod and into the side of his skull. W’Kar had his other arm pulled
backward and was pulling as hard as he could and tore the arm right off of
him! WG Vamore screamed in pain, and suddenly his unit self activated the
teleportation and moved out of W’Kars locking hold.
W’Kar held Vamore’s arm in
his hand and picked it up to look at it. He laughed, but then his hyper
senses told him of an approaching threat from the south, and he turned where
his sight showed him a contingent of Bio-Titans heading his way.
W’Kar dropped the arm to
his side and activated his sonic emitters to destroy it. He didn’t need the
arm turning into some psycho beast, and as fast as the Warrior Guyvers healed
it wouldn’t take as long and though he didn’t know if Warrior Guyvers even
could do that, he wasn’t about to take the risk. W’Kars blast field erupted
around him and he disappeared.
He appeared in the midst of
the Bio-Titans, his teleport directly at the heart of their group. The force of
the blast field sent six of the zoanoids soaring away from him. The others
who were effected turned quickly and fired multiple
plasma energy balls towards W’Kar, who merely held his course as parts were
absorbed into him, and parts were burning the dirt from his armor.
W’Kar fired a large gravity
ball that slammed into one Bio-Titan and sent the zoanoid soaring through the
air, but before they could even notice W’Kar had already slammed his forward
facing plasma blade through another chest, and reached his hands inside to
tear the thing in half. He tossed both sides towards another with such force
that the two pieces of corpse knocked the zoanoid off of his feet.
Another one of the shocked
Bio-Titans began to build up a powerful surge of Bio-Energy. W’Kar noticed
this build up instantly, his senses tuning into it like a hungry animal. His
energy draining system was filling up, slowly but surely. It was then he felt
the rest of them do the same, including the damaged ones that had survived,
but were not happy about, his blast field. The discharge came moments later
as W’Kars body was covered in red hot fire and began to rapidly absorb the
energy discharge, his shielding and his armor
helped protect him but the Bio-Titans would smile had they mouths. Such power
could not be protected against.
Imakarum himself was not so
sure. The buildup of the Bio-Titans took too long,
far too long for beings of that level of capability. Against Warrior Guyvers
and what most of the opposition was they were great, but against creatures
that could nearly destroy Lord Kron so easily, it was useless. What could
that guyver be planning?
Imakarum was soon to find
out, as W’Kar emerged from the blast with his plasma swords all drawn and
chopped off one of the Bio-Titans heads and opened one of his chest plates,
turned, and fired at three Bio-Titans instantly vaporizing them. Two others
flanked W’Kar during the weapons blast and extended their weaponry. To their
surprise, even while firing the Mega-Smasher, W’Kar cut the blades from their
arms and his chest plate closed, he turned and punched one Bio-Titan with
enough force to slam his fist through the creatures head and into his chest.
W’Kars pulled up his arm and used the Plasma Blades to tear the creature to
ribbons then swung the dead body back around and fired a Pressure Cannon
blast one handed at the other one flanking him. This attack not only sent the
opposing Bio-Titan sailing away but blasted his comrade all over his body.
It was then that W’Kar saw
the teleporting image of Warrior Guyver Vamore appear again a distance away
and began launching multiple pressure cannons and laser fire towards him.
W’Kar knew it was Vamore’s only weapons that were
accurate enough and small enough to hit W’Kar without destroying the other
Bio-Titans. Well, W’Kar was not about to let that stop him. He kicked one of
the Bio-Titans into the oncoming blast which blew it to pieces. This visibly
angered Vamore as W’Kar then sensed the massive bulk of Guyver Powered Zerebubuth coming in.
W’Kar saw his position,
surrounded by 8 surviving Bio-Titans, Warrior Guyver Vamore, and Guyver
Powered Zerebubuth. Two beings who supposedly
matched his power and 8 pieces of fodder. It wouldn’t be long before W’Kar
would release the full power of his energy draining system and show them what
he could really do.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth came sailing down to
W’Kar at high speed, and W’Kar immediately dove towards him as well. He knew
he was faster, and dove under the approaching beast. W’Kar timed it just right
and cut the beast's ankle with his Plasma Sword, and it sailed downward
hitting the ground with such force that two of the Bio-Titans lost their
balance and fell, the beast nearly lost its balance as well, but his healing
was fast and he turned to pound W’Kar once again with a pressure cannon that
crushed W’Kars chest and blasted through his back leaving a gaping hole and
making him crash and slide across the ground into an open area.
W’Kar was then out in the
open more and Warrior Guyver Vamore took his opportunity and opened both of
his Hyper Smasher Pods and released a powerful blast of energy towards W’Kar.
He was aware of it and raised his shields just in time to be hit. W’Kar could
feel his armor burn and begin to tear off under the
power of the creature. Too many of these and he’d have to retreat to
hyperspace for healing, something he hated to do. ‘Warrior Guyvers, what
sissies’ he thought to himself as the blast finally ended.
Guyver Powered Zerebubuth looked upon the W’Kar Guyver again. Few things,
if anything, could survive a direct hit from that weapon. And it looked like
W’Kar barely did. His bio-armor was nearly melted
around his chest and arms. His left arm was nearly burnt to a crisp, and
large portions of his body were simply torn off as blood and bio-matter
seeped from dozens of wounds. His head was missing a large portion of the
brain, and his entire face was nearly ripped to pieces. W’Kar looked like a
dead man, even his Control Medal was singed black.
“HA!” Warrior Guyver Vamore
called out. “Nothing can stand against my Hyper Smasher Pods.”
“Great WG Vamore!” called
out the cheering Guyver Powered Zerebubuth.
W’Kars body was healing,
but his eyes lit up in flame itself as his body began to erupt in red
lightning. Flames shot from his body and suddenly his body began to heal
faster.
“Don’t count your blessings
yet!” He yelled out, shocking Warrior Guyver Vamore and Guyver Powered Zerebubuth. They couldn’t believe it! Guyvers always
reverted to self defense mode if the brain was destroyed,
or the body took so much damage that the host was dead! Hell even the Warrior
Guyvers were sent into hyperspace!
Imakarum and his
surrounding men also looked on in shock. Imakarum could not believe the sheer
endurance of this guyver. Nothing could have survived that much damage and
still stood strong. And the weapon it was about to release sent chills down
his spine. He had never felt such a strong concentration of energy up close
before!
Had W’Kar a mouth he would
smile. ‘Let them fear the oncoming tide’ he said to himself.
W’Kar released it. Hundreds
of massive red lightning bolts shot out of him tearing through the ground and
blasting hundreds of zoanoids to pieces! Lightning ripped through the Clan
Ship tearing piece and piece apart in fully destructive glory. WG Vamore
himself was hit by the massive bolt of energy and he raised his shields.
Despite it, the bolts blasted him with enough force to send his unit
retreating into hyperspace.
Lines of canals were torn
through the ground like mega smasher which nearly atomized the rock it
struck. Guyver Powered Zerebubuth reached up and
fired his laser arm which was sheerly absorbed by the oncoming blast as it barreled towards him. He had little time to ponder before
the bolt struck him with a huge amount of force and sent him tumbling
hundreds of feet across the ground and into one of the canals. His chest was
completely blown open, and his unit was entering self-defense
mode.
Meanwhile a group of armored marines were running from the battle on call for
the retreat when a group of zoanoid had headed them off. Leading them was an
Elegen who was tearing their group apart. Simply too many zoanoids were left.
But the men could cheer out
loud when a heavy concentration of lightning like energy slammed down upon
the Elegen, channeled through his body, and
destroyed the remaining zoanoids without even touching one of the armored marines.
“RETREAT! Everyone, we
don’t know what that thing is capable of, retreat for now and regroup at the
eastern quarter!” Screamed Imakarum, his message both verbal and telepathic.
W’Kar stopped the massive attack. His capabilities were great for mass
destruction, more so than any of these lesser units. He smiled to himself,
his body was nearly healed and he heard the message from Imakarum calling for
a temporary Chronos retreat. Good. He knew it would keep a few more of the
tin men alive for now. And he paid the few guyvers he knew about back for
helping him in his world. All the better he got to kick some ass while doing
it. The strikes of the Guyver Powered Zerebubuth
still hurt him, more than the Warrior Guyver Vamore’s attacks did. Vamore had
the unfortunate quality for not being as tough or as durable as his weaponry
was powerful. This made it all the easier to beat him. The Guyver Powered Zerebubuth, well, he was just so damn large. Powered Zerebubuth's themselves are not the most agile of
creatures for their size. Close in, if you kept moving, you can fight him. It
was better to keep your distance. His attacks were slow and a lot easier to
dodge than to absorb. Enough of the beast's attacks got through to give W’Kar
some serious hurt. It was a good fight. One W’Kar wouldn’t mind repeating at
a later date.
W’Kar turned to the ACTF
base camp and looked on. He saw them start to up the guard and station the
most capable soldiers and the guyvers themselves around the camp. This meant
that most if not all of the soldiers had gotten back. Good enough.
What W’Kar did find odd was
the staring he was getting from the black female guyver with four green
energy wings. He shrugged, laughed, and teleported away in a blast field
explosion.
Hours Later
Seattle
Jenny O’Conner sat down at the bar table, slapped a
five dollar bill down, and said, “Give me two.”
The bartender, who confusedly looked at the red haired
woman at the table wearing a set of gym pants and a tank top, did as she said
and filled two glasses of draft and set them down in front of her.
Jenny’s hair was a tangled mess. She hadn’t slept a
wink since she gained consciousness in the Black Nova unit. She wandered in a
kind of daze for days it seemed, though only hours had passed. She was
hungry, angry, and sorrowful. So many people…so many dead…
“You okay, honey,” the bartender asked her?
Jenny looked up from staring at the glass of draft. She
hadn’t even noticed she was looking at it. “Yeah, …,
yeah I’m fine.”
The bartender nodded, and left her side. Jenny grabbed
the glass and downed the beer. Never her favorite, but others said it helped
so she was willing to give it a shot.
“ARE YOU GUY’S READY!” Jenny turned at the shout just
as a band appeared on the stage of the bar far off to the side. She had never
seen them before, but it looked like a rock band of some kind. Shortly after
many of the people started getting up and running over as the heavy metal
music started blasting.
“Who are they,” she asked the bartender?
“WHAT!?”
“WHO ARE THEY!” she screamed repeating herself.
“COVER BAND. THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST THEY DO!
METALLICA!”
Jenny could almost laugh remembering her years younger.
Had she forgotten so much lately?
Jenny downed the two beers in quick rapid succession,
nearly causing her to choke. She got up, ordered another, and sat at a table
to watch and listen better.
‘Sorry Zeugma,’ she silently thought to herself. No.
Not right now. If it wasn’t for the fact Jason was a target she would have
never ended up in this position. Constantly, constantly, constantly!
But that wasn’t her problem, at least to her feelings.
Jenny killed so many people. So many innocent people. So many good people.
She couldn’t control herself. Her own thoughts seemed nothing to the
enveloping rage of the creature inside of her. She would have been happier if
her brother had just destroyed her completely.
Jenny watched as someone sat down in the table next to
her with an open bottle of beer. He was just under
six foot tall and wore a tight black silk shirt and a pair of black dress
slacks. Around his neck was a silver necklace of a strange looped cross that
Jenny knew belonged to some Egyptian god or something like that. He was
facing towards the band and taking a large swig of the beer. She saw the
color of his eyes. They were odd in a sense. They were dark brown in color
but she could almost make out a faint red outline around the iris. His hair
was a deep black, so dark it was almost blue in the light. As he drank the
contents of the bottle down he glanced at her.
“Well well well, if it isn’t a beautiful woman sitting at the same
table as me,” the man said smiling.
Jenny laughed. What a dumb opening line. Besides, she
was in no mood to do this game; her brother would come crashing through the
door and… Then she thought about it for a second. Fuck him!
“Why yes it is, and you are,” she replying sipping on
her own glass.
The man laughed and tossed his head back a bit. “Ah, I
knew that would eventually work. My name is Gregory.”
“Jenny.”
“Now that we have that out of the way, what brings you
to this squalor patch of paradise for the deranged and desperate,” he said
smiling and setting his beer down.
Jenny almost choked on her sip at the comment. She
wiped her mouth on her hand quickly and laughed. “Quite the terminology.
Guess I’m looking for escape.”
Greg looked around the room and made a half cocked
smile. “Good a place as any I suppose. Me, this is my first time here. Looked
well enough, and the music sounded good.”
“Fan of Metallica.”
“Aren’t you? You were tapping your left foot earlier.”
Jenny was caught. “Seems your sitting next to a beautiful
woman was no where near as random as you claimed it to be.”
“Caught me I see. Well what can be done,” he said and
took another big drink. It was then the song finished and another one
started.
“This one I like,” Greg said.
Jenny listened in for a moment, hoping to recognize the
song. “Sanitarium?”
“Yes,” Greg said taking a last big gulp and setting the
beer bottle on the table. “Seems like the song just makes sense about my
life.”
“You’re an oddball,” Jenny says chuckling to herself.
“Too odd to get a dance with?”
Jenny was surprised at his forwardness, but decided to
go along with it.
Outside the Club
Warrior Guyver had walked around for awhile now. His
hypersenses had picked up his sister awhile ago after his matrix had sent him
a dream while he rested. Seattle
was where she was, and Jason was not about to let his sister run around by
herself in her state.
But then he picked up something that had him both
confused and worried. W’Kar. His hypersenses had picked up a trace of massive
energy and his matrix had shown him that is was W’Kar walking around the same
area as his sister. Though he doubted Greg was here to hurt her or anything,
it still had him on edge. Greg was known to be a wildcard when certain things
came up and his sister had only just been healed of the Crystallite
infection, whatever the hell that was. He hoped that Greg did not sense
something about her that he didn’t.
Still, his hypersenses were acting funny ever since
W’Kar got in the area. His matrix was trying to compensate but W’Kar always
seemed to have that knack for getting around it. It was throwing him off by a
bit. Jason figured he must be in close proximity of Jenny.
So Warrior Guyver leaped from the rooftop of one
building quickly and quietly and slid onto the roof of another. His senses
told him they were just under this roof. As he looked about he saw a bit of
an ally off to the side so he jumped off activating his gravity orb and
floated down slowly. He immediately cloaked himself and looked around. Seeing
a small window that led to the basement area where he saw the lights and
heard some heavy music he bent down and looked into the window. There he saw
what he had thought he would never see.
His sister Jenny was dancing among a crowd of people. To
her side was Greg dancing with her!
“What the hell!” he said under his breath. And as
suddenly as the shock hit him, Greg looked up and right to his face looking
in the window. Greg merely stopped a moment, smiled, and winked to him.
“Bastard!”
<”Not really, my parents were quite married and well
at my conception, thank you.”>
<”You! What the hell are you doing?”>
Greg had a mental laugh. <”Dancing with your sister.
Hoping for some after battle sex, yourself?”>
<”WHAT!”>
<”Calm down Dread-nuts. I’m watching her back. We
can’t be sure it has all left her yet, and there is little doubt Chronos
might be taking an opportunity to nab her right now. Much less who can tell
what those ACTF clowns might do.”>
Warrior Guyver sighed. W’Kars point was well made. He
wasn’t really sure how the ACTF is going to react to her now. He let them
have the unit but would they want his sister too? He wasn’t sure who to
trust.
<”I want to see her.”>
<”Yeah, I know. Give me a minute and I’ll get her
outside. Go sit down. There is an ice cream vendor up the street, go get
yourself some.”>
Warrior Guyver sighed and got up. He deactivated his
unit and walked out of the alley.
Inside the Club
As the band finished up the song Greg breathed deeply,
“Whew, haven’t done that in awhile.”
“What’s the matter, can’t keep up,” she asked?
Greg shook his head and walked off to the side just as
they started playing again. “Doubt it. Listen, there
is something I have to tell you.”
“What?”
Greg sighed. “I’ll just say it,
you take it as you wish.”
Jenny felt the familiar feeling of the nodes on the
back of her neck. <”I have a unit.”>
Jenny’s eyes opened wide. “Who are you!” she said quite
surprised!
“No one who intends to harm you. Call me a free agent.
They call me W’Kar. Long story short I got here after your brother assisted
my universe in a potential problem involving extra-dimensional creators and
some other crap.”
Jenny shook her head. “No! I don’t want anything to do
with Guyvers anymore!”
Greg was happy to see the place was far too loud to
have anybody really hear there conversation well. “I don’t bother with those
ACTF clowns if that is what you are referring to, like I said, free agent.”
“And what do you want with me.”
“To tell you I know what your
going through right now. Let it pass,” he said and ordered another two beers
from the bar and passed one to her. “I’m not here to save the damn world or
anything. I’m mostly here paying your brother and the rest of them back for
helping my world out. After that, I’m leaving.”
Jenny stood still for a few minutes. The shock was bad
enough, but the bluntness of his speech didn’t seem to be out of any
deception. He hadn’t harmed her or anything. So she took another swig from
the bottle.
“So what would you have me do,” she asked?
Greg looked at her with a raised brow. “Have you do?”
“Yeah,” she said matter of factly. “You here to tell me
everything is going to be alright, you’ll protect
me, and tell me to go back to the ACTF because they need my help?” She was so
sick of people protecting her, especially her brother.
“HA! Listen woman, I like you. But frankly I could give
two shits if you decided to drink this bar into oblivion and spent the
remainder of your life giving blowjobs for a few extra Jefferson’s.
It’s your life. Do what the hell you want with it,” he said tapping her
bottle with his own and swigging deep with a curt breath.
Jenny looked at him puzzled. “So, you don’t want to
protect me or make me fight?”
Greg shook his head. “I’ll help you out learn to better
protect yourself if you want. I’ll even help you out on occasion. But I’m not
going to follow you around like some guard dog. You need to be able to handle
yourself.”
Jenny nodded. It was one of the best comments she had
ever heard, as rude as it was. “Alright. So, you want to bring me home
tonight or something?”
Greg laughed and drank the rest of his beer. “Ha, your
more fun than your brother I’ll give you that. Sorry, back in my world I’m
married. Still, he’s outside waiting to talk to you right now.”
Jenny squeezed her bottle tighter and glanced over at
the door before letting out a sigh that even Greg could hear over the
blasting music of the band. “He’s not going away, is he?”
Greg put the empty bottle back on the table. “Nope.”
Jenny began stomping off to the door pretty rapidly and
pushed two guys aside as she pushed the door open with enough force to send
it waving open and slamming the wall beside it. Greg started following when
one of the guys pulled a knife and started to follow her, angry at shoving
him out of the way. Greg merely walked by and grabbed the guy by the head and
planted him face first into the wall beside him. His nose made a crunching
sound as blood ran from his face. He laughed, stepped over him, and walked
out the door. Turning just before reaching it and stepping on the guys hand
to crush it as he screamed.
As Greg stepped outside he looked over and saw Jenny
reach back and slap Jason across the face.
“Wow. That I didn’t expect,” he said laughing to
himself as he walked over there.
Jason stood in a button down white shirt with a pair of
well buckled dark blue pants. Greg thought the expression on his face was
absolutely priceless as he stood there in shock.
“I’m sick of it and I’m sick of you!” Jenny screamed in
his face. “I’m tired of all this ‘I’ll protect you’ bullshit! So far all
you’ve actually managed to accomplish is dragging me into murdering thousands
of people!”
“Jenny I was just trying…” he was cut short by another
slap in the face.
“Trying what! To help me! After all of the shit I’ve
already been through did you think I wanted to be a guyver again! So the same
thing can happen all over again!”
Greg took a step back as two very confused people
walked by. He waved his finger and in one of the guys back pocket was a flask
of liquor and a pack of cigarettes he had levitate over to himself.
“Jenny, listen to me. What was I supposed to do? I had
to make sure you had the power to defend yourself and you needed a guyver
unit to do that,” he said, hurt visibly by her words.
Greg pulled open the flask and took sip. “Huh, Jack
Daniels. It’s been awhile.”
Jason just looked over to him with a confused
expression.
“What, all the breweries were destroyed in my world. I
like this stuff,” Greg said taking another drink.
Jason looked back to his sister. “Anyway… I did what I
felt was right.”
“Well don’t go trying to help me anymore! I’m sick of
being involved in this fight of yours. I may have nearly died at your wedding
but your wife did! I feel bad for Fiona but I’m not going to be stuck in all
of this mess any longer! I wanted a family. I wanted children and a degree. I
wanted to live a normal damn life. Even with this war I could have still done
those things and now I’m fucked! Why, because of your little destiny crap!”
Jason cringed again at the sound of his sisters voice. “I found Fiona, she’s was alive in another
world and I brought her here. She’s living with me in our old house Jenny,
please, just come back with me!”
Jenny’s eyes erupted in anger. “SEE! Look at yourself!
Everything is so goddamn perfect for you! You got the power you wanted to
fight Chronos! You got your home back! You have everyone relying on you and
saying how they need you! You even got her back! Well you know what, good for
Fiona but FUCK YOU!” she screamed as loud as she could in his face.
Greg opened up the pack of cigarettes and lit one and
put it in his mouth. Real tobacco, the good stuff.
“Everything is so great from your end Jason, but what about
me! I’ve been fucked from the beginning. First nearly killed at your wedding!
Then turned into an Overlord and nearly killed by your army buddy! Then made
into a guyver and targeted, and told to fight, told to kill! To fight a war I
never wanted to be a part of in the first damn place! Then, to top all of
that off I’m turned into some monster that goes on a rampage and kills maybe
tens of thousands of people! Good men and women living in there homes,
children and the elderly! Then I’m stopped and turned right back into what I
didn’t want to be and guess what, the cycle starts to repeat itself all over
fucking again!
“But that’s okay, right Jason!? That’s fine with you
because you get to feel safe at night because I’m okay and your little happy
world over there in New Cork is great! Your wife is back and she’s okay so
it’s fine! FUCK YOU!”
Jason was speechless as Jenny turned to Greg, “I’ll see
you back inside.” She walked off and back into the club.
Jason, shocked, fell weak at the knees and sat down on
a bench near him. “What…what the hell?”
Greg walked over and sat down next to him and took a
heavy drag of the cigarette before throwing one boot over his knee and
stretching. “Wow, I bet that made you feel like a total jackass, huh?”
“What?”
“Speechless, yeah I know how that is.” Greg reached
over and pulled the stolen pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and held them
out for Jason.
“I don’t smoke.”
“Suit yourself,” Greg said and put them back in your
pocket. “This shit will kill you,” he said with a sarcastic chuckle.
“I, guess I never saw it her way.”
“Yeah that can happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your too busy acting like a damn crusader to realize
the little stuff. It happens. Not your fault really but she damn sure is gonna blame you. You and me,
were the cream of the crop. The top of the food chain. Our actions will echo
in the halls of eternity. You fight the fight you want to. It doesn’t matter
what for, but you’ve decided to fight Chronos. It was bound to happen,” he
says taking another drag.
Jason looks over at him with anger. “What of you, your
part of Chronos.”
“Only because I realized who the greater enemy was,”
Greg says pointing up to the sky. “I may not like their ways, but it was the
best chance we had. In the end it’ll be a race war. Us or them. I made my
choice. Tell me, Dreadnought, what will you choose?"
"What do you mean?"
Greg took another long drag of the cigarette and let
the smoke flow from his mouth. "I mean, when the creators come knocking
down earth's door ready to kill the whole race, will you side with those that
murdered your family to stop them and fight them, or will you not and run the
almost absolute certainty of destruction?"
"You can't say we'd be destroyed."
"Look at your friend then, that Stephen guy. His
earth was wiped out. Look at my world, the bastards are coming for us now
too. Even now I can see little hope, but we are united. And even if my planet
goes down we'll make sure it's a battle they'll never forget!"
Jason and Greg sat in silence for awhile before Jason
sat back. "I can't say. Chronos deserves absolute destruction. They have
threatened the human race for long enough and I will do what I can to stop
them."
Greg nodded and took the last drag from his cigarette
before flicking it beside the garbage can. “Alright then. Tell you what. I’ll
keep my eyes on your sister then. Good chance the government is going to go
after her and well that’s just a bunch of bullshit. She can defend herself to
a point anyway, and those bastards don’t need another guyver unit under their
control. Good chance is if you win this war with Chronos whoever has the most
units is going to win the world war that’s bound to follow and well the good
old’ USA has got enough I think.”
Jason looks down again.
“I’m right,” Greg said looking down at him with a coy
grin. “Aren’t I?”
Jason nodded. “Yeah, it’s none of your business
though.”
“HA! Fair enough.”
“How did you get here anyway? I thought you would still
be in your own universe,” Jason asks?
Greg scratches his chin. “Long story really. I woke up
on a ship of some creator called Lar’cass. One from
that universe Krullnar came from, you know, the one Stephen’s from. Don’t
know how I got there though.”
“Well I ended up in another universe all together
as well,” Jason said turning to look at him.
Greg shrugs and pulls one leg up to have his foot on
the bench with him. “Guess it’s not too weird then. Well he had made
something called a Warrior Kavzar Commander. Bastard was tough, almost as
tough as me. Almost. We tussled for awhile on Earth in the middle of this
city actually. Of course it was nothing like this. Between the nukes and the
Warrior Kavzar there wasn’t really anything left on that dead rock. Lot’s of bodies, empty cars, you know all that shit you
see in bad post-apocalypse movies except no flesh eating zombies.
“Well after I had beat it the Kregen made me a deal.
They’d help me get back to my universe if I came here and fix the damage you
have inflicted upon the universe. Something about time travel, dimension
scrambling with eggs or some crap. Ends up they say your
responsible for the absolute destruction of this universe,” Greg says with a
healthy laugh. “Congratulations!” he says raising his flask to Jason who only
responds by rolling his eyes.
“Still, I’ve hurt my sister pretty bad haven’t I,” he
says looking to the club door.
“Yeah, but don’t come looking to me for solace or
anything. I’m bad at that ‘Help me, I’m depressed’ crap.”
Fair enough, Jason thought to himself. This day kept
getting worse and worse. He should be happy. “Watch out for her, she won’t
let me.”
“Yeah I will,” Greg said. “But I’m keeping my eye on Australia
as well. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the creators get their hands on
any tech from my world. And since they don’t have that Warrior technology you
have I’m gonna keep that
out of their hands too. Bad enough there are so damn many of them running
around earth. I’m pretty positive Earth is the garbage dump of the creator
race.”
“And if you do anything!….I
mean anything to her!” Jason adds pointing his finger at Greg.
Greg rolls his eyes this time. “Shut up. You’ll do what
exactly. You can’t beat me even if you really wanted to. Besides, I’m not
going to hurt her what point is there short of combat
tests and getting her used to her unit, which you would do anyway. Besides,
I’m married.”
“That’s what I thought. And yes, I could beat you.”
“Your welcome to give it a
shot, Dready-poo,” he says letting out a huge
laugh.
Jason gets up and walks off into the alley, calls his
unit and disappears.
Greg chuckles. <“Jason, one more thing.”>
<“What?”>
<“Do you think it counts as cheating if it’s in
another dimension?”>
<“ASSHOLE!”>
Greg laughs again and sits up. It’s a good day indeed.
A damn good day. As he looks down he sees a newspaper that had been torn in
two pieces with a ripped headline. As he looked on it he saw the words,
‘KILL’, and ‘HIM’ the only bold headlines in the torn paper. And even Greg
had to wonder if the Kregen were still trying to talk to him.
“That’s what you want, huh? If I do, I’ll do it when I
want to and not before.”
Hours Later
Uncharted Island in the Pacific
W’Kar finally landed on the old Island
that he had in his own universe. An out of the way place, good for hiding
away from the world. Ironically it was just as he found it.
And W’Kar set down the limp body of one Jenny O’Conner.
He couldn’t teleport with anyone without either killing them, or at least
seriously damaging them. So he had to cross the sea in flight carrying a
fully drunken young girl with him. After Jason had left the girl was slamming
shots so fast that W’Kar was half surprised she didn’t simply die from
alcohol poison. He wasn’t about to complain though. As much fighting as he
did he deserved a good time for once. So he danced and drank to his hearts
content. Alcohol did little to nothing for him, and no matter what he drank
it never so much as gave him a buzz. He missed the good old days.
It was night here now, and was going to be for only a
couple more hours. Since Jenny was fast asleep he figured this would be the
best place for her to be alone and recover. Only Jason knew that he had her
and he was the only person in this universe who knew he liked this island.
Chronos would be hard pressed to find her right now, as would the ACTF. So
W’Kar reached into himself and pulled out the matrix device.
“So, little hammer, let’s see what you can do,” he said
staring down at it. Mentally he contacted it to send it an image of what he
wanted done. For a moment the blue light came on, but dimmed.
“Damn junk,” he said and flicked the center crystal.
“Work!”
Then the matrix sprung to life and emitted a massive
blue glow. W’Kar stepped back, his very movement
seemed to force the light in the matrix to grow brighter, or dim. He knew the
matrix Jason had didn’t work too well on himself.
Maybe it was the same with all of them.
It got to work and began moving the wood, ripping up
the ground and started disintegrating various materials. And slowly, over a
period of only minutes, the matrix built a home for W’Kar of wood, steel, and
various other materials that W’Kar did not recognize. But he wasn’t about to
complain. So he grabbed the device and put in back inside of him.
He turned to Jenny, still lying unconscious on the
ground. His armor began to unwrap itself and absorb forming into the same
clothing he wore earlier. He walked over, picked her up, and stepped through
the doorway. Inside, much was the same way he remembered from his own world. A
getaway place. A useful quiet place. He stepped through the hallway, passing
a painting on the wall he remembered was done by Cassandra years ago. A small
black cottage in a green field. Odd painting, but she liked it so Greg didn’t
complain. Still, he missed her.
So he opened a door with his foot keeping the sleeping
girl balanced. Inside a queen sized bed with black sheets sat with two
dressers and a bathroom. He first sat Jenny down on the bed where she groaned
and rolled over.
He walked into the main living area, sat down on the
chair. Quickly, almost instantly really, his eyes shut and he fell asleep.
The day was long, and the night would be short. Greg knew his nap would only
be a little while before he has to go back and keep an eye out. But he was
going to get what little he could get while he could.
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