Warrior GuyverC: Takeover - Preview

[Matt Bellamy]

Got some actual writing done today!

There is more to this done, but I figure that would be a good point to leave a preview.

Naturally it's only gone through a quick spellcheck, and no grammar check yet. Nor has it been edited by anyone other than myself.

Things are looking up though... if I can actually start writing again.

Enjoy!

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Warrior GuyverC: Takeover

By: Matt Bellamy

E-mail: Guyver_9@hotmail.com

Ken woke up in a cold sweat. Was it a dream? It couldn't have been... it felt so real. The memories from the battle with the Thazell Hyper Zoanoids still seemed so real in his mind. He felt his arm, the one that he knew, technically was artificial... the one he had gotten lopped off... even though Cyber Darks nanites had reconstructed it, much like how a Guyver would regenerate a lost limb, he could still feel the pain in the dream, and it did not feel one hundred percent natural to him anymore.

He was physically better than he's ever been. In fact, in top shape. The nanites saw to that. Rebuilding muscle, and removing imperfection in his body. At first he thought he'd end up like Cyber Dark, only if it wasn't their one remaining order of " Regenerate the host", and since he was human when they got the job, he never became a full cyborg.

He sat up on his portable bed. He wondered how exactly he got messed up in all this. Was it his own stupidity? Bravery? The desire to save his friend? He remembered clearly the day Guyver 0 and he hijacked the original Chronos Robo-Guyver unit, in order to fight their way into the Chronos base, and save Max, who, himself got mixed up in this.

Ken actually smirked, remembering the fallout after they had returned. Commander Forrester really let him have it for stealing the prototype. He would have been jailed if it wasn't for the fact Sho and Max had spoke up in his defense, and then the General making the final decision. He was then put through the most rigorous training regimen ever. If he wanted to use the most advanced piece of equipment they had, he better have been able to fight, and take a beating. Fortunately, he was already in good shape, and had been planning a military career anyway... only now, he was in much deeper than a grunts part time service.

Ken got up and washed his face in the sink. At least he had accomodations, even in a small camp like this. The perks of being a Military higher up. His rank probably was some sort of record for how fast he rose. Now the military trusted him enough to lead a whole 2 battalions of the new Wolf Armors.

Suddenly he felt a cold chill up his spine, as the armor plates that bring out the Robo Guyver armor formed on his body. Someone was breaking into his quarters. He went back to his bed, and laid down, closing his eyes, but keeping his hearing sharp, his back to the door. He heard the door latch move as someone turned the door handle, and a slight breeze enter the room from the opening door. Whoever this was, they were good. they'd have to be if they were here to eliminate him. He heard a slow unzipping of something, then a rustling as something soft hit the ground. Hiding a weapon in a duffel bag eh? He rolled over onto his back, pretending to still be asleep.

He was about to open his eyes and power up, when he felt two soft, bare hands on his chest, followed by the rest of the assailants body... which seemed to be... naked? His eyes popped open, only to have a finger put over his lips, and the assailant finally speak. " Shhhhhh... you don't want to wake the whole camp, hmmmm...?"

Meanwhile...

Prometheus started cursing under his breath. In a second this whole mission would have to be scrapped. Within a split second of that thought, he disappeared from his current position. All that he could now see was a bright white.

The explosion was massive. Bio-Titans were engineered to be the top of the line soldiers for Chronos, and now Prometheus knew why. Powerful separately, but even more powerful when in groups. Even the likes of Dreadnought would need to be careful. Prometheus was caught dead center in the explosion, his body shields working at maximum were not enough to completely protect him from the blast, and he was sent flying. He was however still able to catch himself in mid air.

Mid air?

The pain brought his focus back. He looked down... he was about 3 kilometers from the ground. " How...?" he floated there for a minute, tryign to figure out exactly what happened. He remembered trying to teleport down to the exploding Bio-Titan, but not what happened after. He shook it off. Reflex. He had mentally teleported again, taking the Bio-Titan with him. Just how good was his Crystal based control medal? That matrix sure was a piece of work.

He paused, his train of thought broken, as he sensed movement below him. He spun around to look down... a bear. Actual wildlife. he smirked under his armor. Using his sensors, he scanned the base once again. Nothing. Mission accomplished... His crystal flashed, as his body began to regenerate the damage faster. When it completed, a piece of his armor retracted revealing the shirt he had been wearing. He pulled a small device out of his pocket, and pressed a button on it.

" Prometheus to base. Target is clear, mission accomplished." He spoke into it.

General Kulsers voice came on over the other end. " Good work Greg..." his voice waining, as if something was disturbing him.

" Sir?" Greg was puzzled. " Teams are already on there way. I'll stay and support them if..."

" New orders for you." Kulser cracked in again. " Head to Vancouver. Rescue op."

" Vancouver sir? What happened?"

" Please, Greg... I... just go... Kulser out..." Greg frowned under his armor. This was a bad sign. The General only got this way when something really terrible has happened. Greg's crystal flashed as teleported away, and in moments appearing over Vancouver.

At first, he did not see it. it was only until he turned around, and looked down that it became clear what had happened. His crystal flared again as he scanned the area for any life signs. He sighed a sigh of relief to see that most of the shelters had been protected. The loss of life had not been as bad as one might first guess by looking at the destruction.

However, the locations of 2 shelters were close to point Zero... and life signs were nil. Greg sat there silently for a moment, bowing his head. If only he had been here, and not pre-occupied with those Bio-Titans, he might have been able to stop whatever the hell did this. He started floating down to the city. Priorities first... check the shelters nearby first. See if they need any help. Then, the part he hated doing the most... finding the bodies of those who died... if they had not been vaporised... he shuddered at that thought as he headed towards the closest shelter.

Canadian ACTF HQ -

Guyver 0 entered the lab holding Sara, who was covered in a now bloody blanket. He destroyed arm wrapped separately by the field medics.

" My god! What happened?" Gast ran up to them. Guyver 0 looked down at Gast. Gast just nodded " On the table, next to the tube." Guyver 0 walked over and set her down. Gast looked over at one of his assistants. " Lets get her hooked up, I don;t think we have much time." The two of them started putting sensors all over her body, still in combat mode. Guyver 0 had backed off, and watched as they worked. Within 20 seconds, they had all the senors on her, as the slid the table over, and with Guyver 0's hep, got her into the tube. As soon as it was sealed, it filled up with a greenish liquid.

" Alright, hows she doing?" Gast looked over at his assistant.

" Life signs are weak. She in shock, but stable." Gast nodded.

Will disengaged his armor. " Staying here I assume?" Gast looked at him. Will just nodded. Gast motioned over to an examination chair. " Sit, rest... you've probably earned it." Will nodded, and did just that.

Manitoba, 05:00

Ken awoke with a bit of a startle. Someone was knocking on the door to his quarters. He got up, and tossed on his military jumpsuit " I'm coming, I'm coming..." he half said. He left the small bedroom, and entered a bit bigger room, with a small kitchen and a table with 6 or 7 chairs, usually reserved for small meetings. He looked a cross the room at the door, it was Kent, one the of the Black Knights.

" It's open actually." Ken said as he put some coffee on.

Kent came into the room, looking a little worried. " Sir, we may have a problem!"

" Calm down soldier." he shook his head. " What happened?"

" It seems Agent Landon has gone missing sir." He paused for a moment to catch his breath. " We cannot find her anywhere."

" Did someone mention my name?" Samantha Landon walked into the door way from the bedroom, wearing a half open jumpsuit of her own. After looking to see who it was, she zipped up a little more.

" I think I can vouch for her whereabouts captain." Ken gave a little smirk.

Bartfeld just sighed a sigh of relief, then paused for a second, finally cluing in as to what went on. " You... and you...? Wha...? How...? Why...?" Samantha leaned against the doorway. " But after all those times I..." Kent started getting a little mad. " Why HIM!?"

Samantha grinned a bit. She had an answer well prepared for him it seemed, but one look at Ken made her stop.

Kent was clearly getting a little flustered. " Why do you go cool off soldier. We need everyone we can get for this battle." Ken jumped in.

Kent growled a bit, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

" Did you and he...?"

Samantha shook her head. " He wishes. When I was assigned to the Knights, he tried for so long to get me to go out with him." She shrugged. " The wannabe player act didn't really roll that well with me."

Ken nodded. " Coffee?"

" I'd love some." She smiled.

Vancouver;

Greg Howzer just walked out of the last remaining shelter, carrying a few sheets of paper. He looked around at the devastation, and took another look at the papers in his hand. " One Hundred, sixty five people dead. Thirty seven still missing." He shook his head. Destrol would pay for this. Both he and Max could now take Destrol out. The problem is, Chronos has a few weapons of their own, more powerful than either Max or himself. And even though most of them are busy down south right now, they probably have one just waiting on the sidelines, just in case.

Without much more than a thought, he teleported away, appearing right behind General Kulsers office door. He knocked gently. " General? It's Howzer."

" Come in Greg." Greg walked in, and the general was sitting behind his desk. " I take it, you have seen what happened?" Greg nodded as he sat down. " In the past, I have wondered, since the creators return, and other Alien species showing up, rationalising chronos' plans... why we haven't been in agreement with them."

" Sir...?"

" It's things like this, that remind me exactly why we fight both sides." There was a moment of silence. Greg then put the papers on the Generals desk.

" Final count, One Hundred, sixty five dead. Thirty seven missing. Seventy eight in some state of injury." The blast knocked out two smaller shelters, one completely, the other partially collapsed." The General listened as Greg listed off the information. " Out of those losses, we lost 24 soldiers, and quite a bit of shelter resources." Greg continued. " The whole area has been sectioned off, and clearing of the rubble, and finding bodies has already commenced."

" Will they find anything?"

Greg shook his head. " It's doubtful. From witness reports, the blast clearly incinerated anything it touched." He looked at the General, " However, the blast was only a surface blast. Seismic reports indicate most of the buildings in that area had deep basements, and possibly bomb shelters of there own."

The General slowly nodded, taking it all in. He picked up the sheets and started reading through them, while Greg remained quiet. The Generals eyes widened a bit as he read one of the names on the list. " This list is accurate, correct?"

Greg nodded. " Very. We've been keeping a good track of anyone who entered the shelters."

The General rubbed his eyes. " This is not good..."

Manitoba, 08:00,

Ken looked at his watch. 1 hour until it was time to head out. Thankfully, all the equipment had been loaded and prepared the night before, leaving the morning for the troops to ready themselves, instead of having to worry about their machines as well. His mind racing with many thoughts. Things that need to be accomplished, things that could go wrong, and things that could go TERRIBLY wrong. And yet... despite the negative feelings he had about the mission, somehow he seemed optimistic.

Reports are confirming that the main guns of Chronos have bigger things to be worrying about, what with Dreadnought, and other, unconfirmed power houses fighting down south. Hell even Max, now dubbed Ultimus, has gone down to fight. And that was only a day or two ago.

It was that time that he was contacted, and shuffled over to this position. Thankfully they had started preparing for this mission, weeks in advance, but he still felt rushed. Although the marines had prepared plenty for the upcoming mission, he has had barely enough time to run over the battle plan, let alone lead it. But, it seemed like a simple enough plan... if what they hope is true. These armors have little trouble with regular Zoanoids, but if there is anything there that is above the norm... well it could turn downhill. That of course was why he is there as well. At best he could handle a Proto-Zoalord... if he got lucky.

He had walked past the Black Knights trailer a few times on his final checks. They had already been loaded into their armors. It was probably for the best. It was now game time, and nobody needed unnecessary distractions.

In all, there was quite the mixture of units they had for this mission. 50 units, about 30 of them being the latest Wolf Armor designs. The others were a mixture of retrofitted Blue and Red units on loan previously from the United States. They weren't much better than artillery units now, but at least they could cover any units going into the base pretty well with the new additions to their arsenal.

He walked around a bit more, and pondered about the battle plan itself. Attacking a Chronos base, without a single Guyver unit? As ludicrous as it sounded, they were sure as hell that they would succeed.

He headed for the lead transport. Although their was a command car, full of tacticians, he would be riding in the lead. Granted, his armor allowed him to tap into the communication networks of anything nearby, so he was always tapped into the network.

Minutes seemed to pass like hours until the faint sounds of distant engines starting. Maybe a bit of his inexperience in large battles was starting to weigh on him... or it could have been the bad feeling he had in his gut... but either way it was time to go, and he'd worry about that later.

[McAvoy]

Excellent. Now, I wonder what happened. Who caused the explosion?

[xtro guyver]

Wow happy days some new warrior guyver C fiction

I can't wait for you to finish the rest of the story Matt keep up the good work

[Matt Bellamy]

Excellent. Now, I wonder what happened. Who caused the explosion?

Oh that little thing?

That was the pissed off Destrol from my last fic, who decided he was going to be a big baby and destroy something after Gigantic Guyver 0 and Sara were able to beat him.

He really is just a child sometimes...

[McAvoy]

Oh... Well like Prometheus said, him and Ultimus can take him now easily. Since Gigantic Zero and Zoalord Sara were able to beat him, it's no wonder why he is acting like a baby.

... well he is a baby. Only two years old...

[Spartan Warlord]

woo finally...i like prometheus hes a pretty powerful character id like to see him have more of an active roll

[Armageddon]

Oh... Well like Prometheus said, him and Ultimus can take him now easily. Since Gigantic Zero and Zoalord Sara were able to beat him, it's no wonder why he is acting like a baby.

... well he is a baby. Only two years old...

That's what Alkanphel gets for creating a child in a man's body. He should've made sure his mind grew with the knowledge he was infused with.

Wonder what he would think of daddy dearest being in that cocoon now?

[Shenzon]

Wow happy days some new warrior guyver C fiction

I can't wait for you to finish the rest of the story Matt keep up the good work

I know right! WarriorGuyver.com is coming back!!

[Matt Bellamy]

woo finally...i like prometheus hes a pretty powerful character id like to see him have more of an active roll

Oh don't worry, once this one is done and over with ( Ha! Me finish?), the next fic will be a big one.

For both him and Ultimus.

[guyverfanatic]

woo finally...i like prometheus hes a pretty powerful character id like to see him have more of an active roll

Oh don't worry, once this one is done and over with ( Ha! Me finish?), the next fic will be a big one.

For both him and Ultimus.

Sweet! I can't wait to see WGC in action!

[Spartan Warlord]

woo imma b waiting eyes open ready to read!!

[Juggernought]

pretty gud, nice sneak peek. Gettin a strange sense i've seen this scene before......

[Weltall2]

Oh I have a few speculations as to who was in the shelter. Megan Max's girlfriend duh duh duh. Or destrol snaged a nearly dying megan as he expressed and intrest in her from earlier fics, though in large part this was motivated by a desire to piss off Max.

[Spartan Warlord]

i was jus reading over destrols df hes a pretty mean mo-fo his ultimate attacks got sum kick to it...he cud destroy Matrix Warrior Guyver *not using the Dreadnought Armour of course* buh yeh hes a bad son of a gun

[Weltall2]

S. Warlord I think you are seriously underestimating MWG he has fought on an even footing with Guyver Zerebubuse, after just aquiring a Matrix, Destrol is 4-6 times character, and he does not have unlimited energy.

Further he does not have the composure of more seasond fighter like those on the ACTF, as demonstarted when he starts losing. In fact this seems to be a prevalent trait among the ranks of Chronos.

Edited June 11, 2007 by Guest

[McAvoy]

Matrix Warrior Guyver is for all practical purposes a 20x character with 10x strength. He has also shown the ability to Power Boost to double his power.

Destrol is only 5x. He can fight a normal Warrior Guyver toe to toe. However, I think the WG2 units are better for this type of enemy than WGC or even WG1's units. But that's just me.

No way in hell can he fight a 10x character. That's the same as Kron fighting Dreadnought.

[*zeo]

Actually Destrol's ultimate attack is powerful enough to pose a threat to MWG.

The trick of course would be getting MWG to stand still for it

Remember Ultimate attacks can be many times more powerful than a characters normal power level.

[McAvoy]

Well there was a second part to that after my mention of Dreadnought vs. Kron. Kron is easily half the power of Dreadnought and was nearly killed even though he was using his ultimate attack on Dreadnought.

Same could go for any enhanced Warrior Guyver who fights Destrol. Ultimus, Valkryie, MWG, Zues, or even Aceaer Warrior Guyver 2. They would just keep coming and coming. But that's only if they're not careless and let them get vaporized like Kron did to WG2 and WG3. If just one of those two just teleported out of the way and then came back. Kron would be dead.

[*zeo]

Kron is less than half as powerful as Dreadnought and he didn't use the full power of his Ultimate Attack on Dreadnought. He was too busy trying to escape since Dreadnought was preventing him from teleporting away.

Kron only used short fractional bursts of his attack to slap Dreadnought away as he tried to get some distance between them.

If he had used his full power he could easily have damaged Dreadnought but he knew with the teleportation block and no backup that it would only succeed in exhausting him and when Dreadnought regenerated he would return and kill him. So he instead tried to get away.

It doesn't change that the ultimate attack could have vaporized Dreadnought.

Dreadnought after all has been vaporized by much less powerful attacks, he's just hard to keep dead

[Spartan Warlord]

i made that statment on the DF of the 2 warriors i must have not accounted for some of the powers dreddys got mybad

[McAvoy]

Well, even Destrol is powerful enough to vaporize Dreadnought. But my point is that the main reason why Warrior Guyvers are so deadly is because they are difficult to kill and tire.

My comparison between Ultimus and Destrol is almost identical to how Dreadnought was dealing with Kron.

[Spartan Warlord]

kk ty

[McAvoy]

kk ty

What does that mean?

[Shenzon]

Well, even Destrol is powerful enough to vaporize Dreadnought. But my point is that the main reason why Warrior Guyvers are so deadly is because they are difficult to kill and tire.

My comparison between Ultimus and Destrol is almost identical to how Dreadnought was dealing with Kron.

How do you figure Destrol is powerful to do this to Dreadnought?

[McAvoy]

The fact that he can create a White Hole powerful in the megaton range. Dreadnought's standard shields are only so powerful and using the Gravity Shield or Quantum Matrix Shield both take time.

In fact most of the higher zoalords have powerufl enough weapons to seriously damage Dreadnought, despite being a tenth or so of his power.