some of 95157 part 2

[Aranor]

Here's part of the next part of 95157

95157 floats in the vaccuum of space staring at the vast void. To the life on Eyom it is a God. An eternal entity capable of watching down and forever protecting them. They offered it various items which to them hold great value. To it they are nothing more than a combination of miscelaneous molecules. Nothing much matters. The constant thought of destroying the creators and anything using their technology to avenge what was done to it's race has been shattered. Other life shares the hatred for them that it has. Those who don what has been made from it's race are not responsible for it. It was forced upon them as unwittingly as the raping was done to it. Any hope of recovering it's former brethren are gone. Those that exist now are grown within a laboratory. They have been genetically engineered to their specifications. They are not what they once were. While it can continue its fight against them they appears to be no real form of satisfaction left. If it stops them who will know of its deeds. The people on the world below? Perhaps. Their gratitude will never fill the void inside that longs form contact with its own kind. A void as vast as the one he floats in. Perhaps, not allowing its pain to be forced upon another is enough. "I will continue."

It detects a wormhole opening. A single cloaked ship emerges before it closes. 95157 rests there paying it little attention. He can feel its sensors trying to read it. It lets off a small disturbance field forcing the ship to find false readings if any. Confident in its ability to not be seen it moves closer attempting to read it with a stronger signal and reading what has happened on the planet. It releases a small probe to examine the planet in greater detail. The probe is capable of creating a contained wormhole within it allowing it to send data to near infinite reaches of the void instantly. Mapped regions anyway.

The ships moves in closer to the planet. It nearly pushes 95157 out of the way. It grabs the side of the ship digging its claws in. All fours arms and both legs dig in. Its wings fold up as its tail splits in two. Both ends emit their high powered lasers and begin cutting a circle into the hull. It detects an alarm going off inside. The hols complete it uses its gravity control system to pull itself and the round piece of hull off the ship. It lets go leaving the piece to shivel and decay as it floats through space. The green fluids retaining the ships outer layer flow for a few moments before they seal and begin closing the hole. 95157 crawls in. Two armored beings are making their way down the corridor. Its tails rejoin as one.

The two armored beings stop stunned at what they see. They had heard rumors. It takes the opportunityand moves in grabbing one by the chest and neck. The other steps back as the arms reach for it. The one it has fires shoulder mounted lasers at it to no avail. The creature simply ignores the damage. A quick jerk of the upper arm forces a cracking sound. What little spine the entity has is broken. The lasers stop. The free entity is calling for help to any who can hear it. Its mental reach is vast but the only ones to hear are those on the ship and the thing before it. Perhaps some of those who are armored on the planet. A blast of three lasers from its upper left hand takes most of the head and upper chest off. The creatures control medal is destroyed. It looks to the one it is holding. The eyes are glowing again. The neck is close to being healed. Small bones regenerate quickly. A glimmer of satisfaction fills it as it reaches for and grabs the control medal. The entity screams as the device is ripped from its armor. The organic device covering its body, developed to be immune to their boi electric bodies, begins to devour what little there is. The bio electric gel that is most of their form begins to evaporate as the energy dissipates.

The carapace's covering its lower front torso open as tentacles reach out grabbing the control medal. The tentacle retract, the plates moving back into place. Inside a link is established attempting to access the medal. Three hundred eighty-sevel four hundred three encrypted entries and it is granted. These newer control medals have higher security standards. With access it begins assessing everything within. Some ship designs it did not know about including the one it is standing in. Some of the newer armor designs, control medal standards and abilities. Better energy management. Those it can use it begins applying. Those it can not are stored. The physical properties of the control medal are separated and a controlled portal to the boost opens withing its torso. The pieces are placed within and the portal closes. A pocket in the boost which is stores excess materials for quicker regeneration. Possible materials for adding to itself should the need arise. Or perhaps creating something. Whatever the need should be, the materials are there. Much easier than manifesting them from energy concentrations.

The cry for help was not unheard as three more entities come down the hall. The ships specs reveal a crew of seven on these class-E8 scout ships. The control medals on these three will offer it little to no more than the one it digested. It puts its upper right hand out opening the plates within its palm revealing a small smasher cell. Only half the size of the new ones used in the upper torso area it is sufficient. A burst of white energy erupts from the cell creating a tube of energy as wide as 95157's shoulders. Without the need to allow room for a host it's body utilises the space for additional energy supply. Its palm smasher cells are as powerful as one of their upper torso cells.

The brief burst. ends revealing one scorched soldier remaining. The lower legs and hands of the other two are on the floor. A hole in the wall at the end of the hall letting bio material flood onto the floor. The one left is crouched over. The amount of pain the soldier is recieving matters not. 95157 walks up to it reaching down. The soldier falls back in a desparate attempt to get out of reach. Through telepathic channels 95157 listens as it screams for mercy. How many times did it scream while being torn apart and mercilessly forced back together. No. No mercy. It reaches down grabbing the soldier by the ankle and swings hard. Its body his the side of the hall as its leg is ripped from its hip. The knee broken in the process. The thigh dangles from the portion it holds. It dropps the useless limb. The soldier manages to turn onto its stomach and tries to crawl away. 95157's tail reaches into the open wound digging in as the soldier screams louder. The six claws open inside it exploding its waist and stomach region. With its upper left hand it grabs the soldiers head and squeazes. The armor plating holds but the soft material beneath it does not. The screaming seases as bio energy oozes from between the plates. It lets it loose and grabs the control medal squeazing it until it shatters.

95157 walks the corridors making its way to the control room. It commands the sphincter like opening to let him through. It tries to open and shuts tight. It commands it to open. Another on the other side is commanding it to remain shut. All four arms out it fires the twelve laser around the doorway. The door opens as the muscular tissue relaxes. The soldier steps back firing its shoulder lasers as the creature before it.

The lasers burn their way in but the creature ignores them. Behind the soldier is the pilot. Also armored the pilot can not currently move. Its control medal is extended, linked with the ship. It knows the creature is within the ship but needs to reroute its senses back to its body to disconnect.

95157 again fires the twelve lasers, this time into the soldier before it. The soldiers limbs fall off singeing bio matter smoulder filling the room. Its own lasers removed. It mentally pulls its limbs back. Its healing ability is slow. The blades on the forearms extend though the limbs are not usable yet. 95157 extends its lower arm swords digging them into the soldiers lower torso. It pulls its arms together slicing the soldiers body in half. Its upper arms catch the soldeir by the shoulders. It rears back and head butts the soldiers head. The soldiers head is crushed. It steps on its head driving its control medal through its skull into the floor below. The control medal survives the weight only because of the softer matter making the floor.

95157 grabs the pilot ripping its mind from the ship. The control medal flashes violently. Its body falls limp. 95157 links with the ship. The pilots mind still within resists the creature. 95157 sends a mental stream of data, the pain it experienced during of eight hundred seventy three planetary revolutions. The pilots mind shrivels into some dark corner no longer hindering it. It searches for any clue as to the nearest creator colony. Stiruis system. forty-three light years away. It scans the navigation spheres for any information it does not have. Some new systems. Nothing more.

Disconnected it sends a smasher beam into the front of the ship. It flies out into the void. Turns itself around and opens its wings. Its tail extends itself down by its feet opening the six claws facing the ship. All four arms out with palms open in a cross pattern. Its wings slowly begin to glow. Brighter and brighter until 85157 can no longer be seen. Its chest carapace's open as do the ones in its palms. Four chest cells, four hand cell, and one cell within its tail fire upon the ship, the blast supplied by the energy collected within the wings. Seven tecos the blast lasts. When done its tail closes and goes limp. Its body is nearly drained. The remaining blast continues on into space. The ship is no more. Most of the atoms making it up are gone, returned to their energy which makes them up.

95157 rests allowing its body to heal from the stress of energy which had flowed through it. All energy channels expanded and burned from within.

The damage does not last long. Stiruis system. Its wings begin to glow once again. This time energy it fcused into the gravitation system. The magnetic field of every atom within its body now focused into a single field of unidirectional force it takes off at speeds near that of light. The ever increasing force of magnetism allowing it to increase as more and more energy is focused.

Some form of energy gathers creating a blue and black vortex. With no time to react 95157 soares into it. The blue dominates the black emptiness of the void. It's momentum suddenly stopped, every atom in its body wanting to shatter. It finds it can not move. Three large featurless ovals slowly manifest before it. Two large ovals form within each of the three where eyes should be. "Little one. Welcom." the voice has carries no emotion.

[TheGuyversWill]

This would be great in the Guyver Fan Archive data files section!

You should tell me to put both parts in there!

We need updates! And that's what its there for!

[Aranor]

Ok. Can you put the first part in? I will try and post some of the second part soon. I have about nine other stories I am writing for other sites so time is sparse. But I will try and post parts of it in order.

[TheGuyversWill]

is the portion of part 1 represented on this message board the whole of part 1?

send me an email with the following things.

Name of writer

name of fiction

and fiction.

My email is TheGuyversWill@hotmail.com

Send the fiction as an attachment if you would, and make the title of the email Guyver Fan Archive.

add any fictions and or data files as attachments as well, this way I can make sure to get everything you have guyver posted at once.

Thanks,

Will

[Aranor]

Just sent it from my gmail account. Let me know if you got it.

[TheGuyversWill]

Got it.

adding datafiles as well

did you want to do any further updates to these prior to publishing?

Any other works of Guyver Fandom you might want to add?

[Aranor]

No updates but I do have more coming. No other works right now.