Everyone's favorite Guyver gets a much needed BIO-BOOST!!

[McAvoy]

A good question is that would Guyot retain any of abilities? I mean sure he may far stronger than a normal human and have some access to control energy. But really would be as powerful as Dark Nova. I think at best he would be as powerful as Black Nova.

I am also curious on how Guyot re-acquired the unit remover. Could it be the same one he used on Guyver 3? Or did he find another one.

[Juggernought]

All in good time my friend....

[Juggernought]

And after much delay here's an envisioning of what the "new" Sean would look like. Some mistakes here and there but what can ya do?

Let me know what you think..

*Edit* - This is by no means completely my drawing, it was based off unused guyver art that one of the Admins showed few months back.

[Spartan Warlord]

damnnnn...dats one mean sob...very nice

[Guyver_Astray]

definately what I had thought he'd look like. i like how he has those spikes protruding back just by his neck and on his heels, giving him this speed look to him. has this image of speed and power more-so then some of the other WGs.

[Juggernought]

Still got a ways to go with him though, I want him to be unique instead of just another warrior unit so that's what I'm focusing on right now, however the second half of the story should also be complete soon as I am working on both at the same time.

[jedi-guyver]

Excellent. I look forward to more of the new WG Sean

[McAvoy]

I love that picture. He is definitely different from the other Warrior Guyvers. More so that I am inclined to believe he is a Mk. II WG than just a normal Type 1 Warrior Guyver.

I'd imagine if these MK. II mutations in WG are host linked than a WG Sean would be more geared in the area of hand to hand combat. For example, his Gravity Shield sort of enhanced to be like the CPMs but not like one. For example, he can build up a gravity charge or absorb an attack for a quick boost in speed and strength. The downside that he would not be able to hold high a charge as even a Type 1. I estimated a while back that a safe maximum charge on the Type 1s is around 20 megatons. So let's say that WG Sean can hold only 20 kilotons for an attack but can be readily diverted to his other systems.

But that's just me.

[Juggernought]

He isn't Mk II, although he is still different in that he is a variant of the other WGs.

I should have an updated profile of him by the middle part of next week at the latest or by the end of this weekend, and part 2 of the story soon after that.

[McAvoy]

So are we talking about a Type 3 WG unit or just a Type 1 with host differences?

[Juggernought]

He is still a Type 1 WG, although host differences is still not what makes him different.

[Juggernought]

OK edited my first post on the unofficial data file for Warrior Guyver US....it's just the first data file that has been changed to reflect what he is capable of.

[McAvoy]

Great edit on the datafile and doeds reveal something about the unit. He can use his body shield to physically enhance his strength and speed with a cost to his gravity shield. Makes sense. You also added a little tidbit about it's geared like the Battle Guyver unit. Which means he isn't a standard Type 1 either. He's slightly different, something host differences could not change unless he was some sort of specialized zoanoid, which is not. So either he is a prototype V2 of the Type 1 or he was enahnced somehow along the way.

On a side note, the datafile is very similar to a datafile I wrote up a couple of years back on a what if the Battle Guyver was enhanced to Warrior unit specs.

[Juggernought]

Essentially he is like a prototype for a V3 warrior unit, if the research is still ongoing. V1 had the gravity shield, V2 sacrificed that for the cpms, and in this one they tried to incorporate both traits in this unit. Although somewhat successful there is still the issue of power containment. Battle Guyver was used as a template because its successfully used the body shield in ways that were not predicted and similar and it would mean the gravity shield would not be lost.

I got part 2 of the story just about complete but i'm wanting to finish another pic first before releasing it. Nothing to do with the story but just something i wanted to see done first.

[McAvoy]

Any updates yet?

[Juggernought]

Yessir...things got a bit busy at my flight school. Got a whole boat load of new students so have been busy instructing and what not. However part 2 will be uploaded this weekend. And i'm also working on getting a picture complete of one of my favorite guyvers, based off an original of course, although it may or may not be complete by the same time. And then as soon as my schedule settles down and gets into a comfortable routine, updates will be more frequent hopefully.

[McAvoy]

Flight school?

Well real life gets in the way of such things.

[Juggernought]

Yea since military didn't work out, resorted to being a flight instructor for now. Working that 5am to 6pm...long hrs but it pays the bills

Update should be either tonight or late tomorrow sometime, if i don't get distracted or busy.

[jedi-guyver]

NUDGE

[Juggernought]

Alright guys very sorry for the HUGE delay in getting this second half out. Things just kept coming up with work and all that. But without further delay here it is. Keep in mind I'm still amateur level but maybe one day it will progress even more!

Let me know what you all think. Critiques are always welcome.

Obsolete: PART 2

Parallel Earth Dimension – from the memoirs of Sean Barker

His name is Sean Barker. He was born the same as you or me. Just your regular everyday human being with his head in the clouds and going about his life aimlessly, unsure of his place in the world.

But there were people who wanted more out of humanity, out of him. They wanted a weapon, an unstoppable, immortal warrior. So these beings began to shape the probability of Sean’s life. His parents mysteriously died in a car crash on their way home from church. All the friends he had simply vanished or stopped communicating with him all together. Women rejected him, job offers were rejected, and banks refused loans and closed down his accounts. By all means, Sean Barker had arrived at the point where he believed his life would end and the oblivion of death began.

All that changed when a man dressed in standard Chronos military fatigues approached him out of the blue and offered him an escape from this nightmare he called his life. For the next 2 years they honed the killer instincts in him, and raised out of it, a ruthless fighter all but stripped of inhibitions. A home, clothes on his back, educated in war and combat, unbreakable faith and loyalty to their cause, no mercy and the all the cunning of one well practiced in manipulations, and purpose; this is all they gave him and more.

But they took away his humanity, his free will and ability to love.

Every day is a growing life and death struggle between the core human that is Sean Barker and the ruthless programmed killing machine of Chronos he had become. Now his actions are carried out with armored fists and bladed gauntlets; the power over gravity and the strength of 100 men.

As a Guyver, he served them for decades, carrying out assassin missions, genocide, bodyguard and enforcer protocols, all in the name of ‘Peace’.

That peace was shattered; something came that signaled the end of the reign of Chronos. The world met its end and life as we knew it ripped asunder.

After thousands of years, the Creators had returned; they who created us in their own image and bred us to be the ultimate warriors, had now become the instrument of our extinction…

New York City – Parallel Earth Dimension

Location: What used to be the center of Times Square

5 Krullnar type Aceaer soldiers was seen chasing a lone blue humanoid guyver through abandoned streets and disheveled and neglected cars. The guyver didn’t sport a normal smooth armored look; instead it was dark blue and mottled almost looking as if it was ancient in appearance. Gashes and burn marks distorted the armor, giving it an extremely ravaged but still functional look. This was Chronos Guyver US; one of the last remaining of an elite guyver strike team of the Chronos Administration. Outnumbered as he was, Chronos Guyver US wasn’t worried. His masters never tolerated weakness or cowards in the face of what seems like unbeatable odds and neither did he. Keeping low to the ground while still travelling at high speeds the guyver allowed his hyper senses to guide him through the maze of forgotten vehicles and he concentrated on sending random unexpected bursts of head beams and pressure cannon fire at his assailants; just using enough energy to keep them at bay as he continued to make his escape through the city.

“End of the line guyver!!” screamed one of the lead Aceaers and at the same time fires a burst from his rail gun like gauntlet.

The projectiles slam down into the tarmac below, tearing up the streets and blowing apart the abandoned vehicles. Chronos Guyver US manages to dodge a few and block others with a pressure cannon shield but with him flying and trying to shield at the same time, his unit just did not have the power to maintain both at peak levels and a few of the lead Aceaer’s attack slipped through his defense and tore into his armor, causing even more damage and weakening him further.

A few shots slammed into his back and legs causing him to crash into the ground and come to a grinding halt next to an overturned car. About 20 yards away the Aceaer squad also landed. Even though they had the advantage in numbers, they knew not to underestimate this particular foe. Peeling himself off the tarmac, Chronos Guyver US watched them wearily as they fanned out in an attempt to flank him. But on the ground, in between skyscrapers and large buildings it was a hard thing to do without having to take to the air. He felt the twinges of pain and spurts of warm blood came out of his wounds as the unit began to knit back together muscle sinew, veins and arteries and finally the skin cells. Damn, did their swords really cut that deep? He thought to himself. Suddenly he began hacking and coughing up blood through his breathing vents.

Sean hardly had time to recover from that bought of coughing up pieces of his own lungs as the Aceaer team hit him fast and Hard. They weren’t even bothering with energy weapons now, and had resorted to righteous revenge for all the hard times this particular guyver and his comrades had given many squads in the Creator Armada. Using only their blades, fists and legs, the Aceaers pummeled, hacked and harassed the wounded guyver. Shouting whoops of glee as they tormented what they saw as a doomed victim.

Chronos Guyver US tried his best to fend off the worse of the blows. His reactions were still lightening quick in some instances but he was gradually weakening. At least for the time being he was keeping his control medal protected with head beam bursts and counters with his swords. Suddenly one of the Aceaers rushed in low to the ground, front flipped forward and pushed off the ground with his hands and extending his body as taut as a bow string to slam both feet into the guyver’s chest sending him spinning into the air. A second Aceaer warrior then jumped after him and brought him back down to terra firma with a spinning leg kick in the center of the guyver’s back.

Then they all retreated a few feet to see what their prey would do. Painfully and slowly, Chronos Guyver US began to exhume his body from the pavement. He had been in tough binds before, but outnumbered and alone like this, he knew he stood little to no chance. Slowly glancing around him, he caught sight of his attackers. They weren’t even breathing heavily, almost as if they had forgotten all those dumb humanoid habits despite his efforts to remind them that they should not take him lightly.

“Guyver, before we finish off this farce you even call a fight we really must know why you fight this war. It is hopeless, the time of the human race and this world is over, our gods have triumphed and you have nothing left to hold onto. Although your efforts continue to amuse us, we really must know.”

Struggling to get up and remain standing, Chronos Guyver US attempted a small laugh that instantly turned into a growl of pain as he continued to maintain his brave front.

“Well First of all…you gotta be human to understand why this fight goes on. Second of all you had to have lived on this mud ball to really understand the ties that bind…Thirdly do you assholes really think I’d be out here without some kind of back up??!!”

At that moment all hell broke loose as dual mega smasher beams lanced down into the general area of the Aceaer squad. 3 where instantly vaporized in the dual blasts and the remaining soldiers threw up shields moments later as bleed energy from the beams hit them from all sides. A few seconds later the energy beams dissipated and vanished altogether leaving the surrounding area they affected smoking, charred and broken with the power. The Aceaers were affected as well as they received burnt and smoldering wounds all over their armor.

Female Guyver 2, Guyver Zoanoid and 4 Bio-Titans suddenly appeared from the surrounding building and rushed to provide aid to their wounded comrade. The 2 remaining Acear soldiers stumbled out of the still smoking crater each supporting the other as their armor began their slow repairs. Glaring at the now very dangerous combination of warriors before them they knew they didn’t stand a chance unless their gods sent stronger aid to combat the new threat. Moments later they glowed brightly and disappeared as a Creator scout ship zoomed overhead and teleported them out of the combat zone.

“What the **** took yal so damn long to attack?!” Screamed a tired and frustrated Chronos Guyver US; he knew it was his time to be the bait but hell; he didn’t want to be hacked to pieces before they made their move.

One of the Bio-Titans shambled forward and clapped a clawed hand on his leader’s armored back.

“C’mon guyver, we thought your kind was a tough lot, but really when it comes down to it you’re all just another kind of that which we call pussies.”

“If I wasn’t already in debilitating pain, I would disembowel you and feed you your testicles Brock.” growled a disgruntled Chronos Guyver US.

The Bio-Titan only laughed in his deep gravelly voice and stood guard near his team leader to ensure his safety. Guyver Zoanoid then returned having briefly scouted the area to be sure no other enemies were around.

“We should leave this area now, before those Creator inbred cretins return to do some overkill on our asses.”

“Point taken Crane honey,” Female Guyver 2 purred. “Help our heroic leader to his feet so we can leave this boring place; I feel a hot shower coming on.”

Being the only female in the group, competition was pretty high to get her attentions, and her attentions were much to be desired for. All the male Bio-Titans shifted nervously a bit and gave each other sly looks. No one had even had a chance to tag that ass but to be able to boast that and to be the first to do it with a guyver no less, would be a trophy on the pedestal at the least. The man to do that would have bragging rights for life.

Chronos Guyver US having nearly fully recovered now stood up and turned to face his fellow soldiers. He trusted every one of them with his very life. They were brought together years before, and they were all well oiled killing machines, acting with the efficiency, ferociousness and experience of battle hardened veterans that they were. They were his, his team, his friends; merely extensions of his will if need be. They trusted him with their lives as well. Since the death of Warrior Guyver at the hands of the vile creator Solom, and the mysterious disappearance of Stephen Cain who had become the Warrior Guyver 2, Sean had done what it took to preserve their lives and made sure they survived. At times it wasn’t easy working for both Chronos and the ACTF but he managed…barely.

Looking up at the sky, at the swirling pale glow of red that now filled the atmosphere where it was once blue, Sean couldn’t remember the last time he saw a blue sky, or heard birds sing or felt real rain. Where there was once clean air, it is now poisoned and inhospitable to all air breathing organisms. When water did fall from the sky it came down as acid from black noxious clouds. The earth was lost. It was nothing but a forgotten mound of dust in the solar system just like its sister planet, Mars. Kavzars and Aceaer warriors of all kinds combed the graveyard that is now a dead planet, seeking out survivors of the initial attacks and for any sign of where the remnants of humanity had disappeared to.

“Come; let us leave this place our ride is here.”

With that said, all of the fighters glowed white for an instant before being teleported away.

Time: Present Day

Location: Sydney, Australia

Sean Barker awoke suddenly and stared up at the ceiling of his hotel room in silence; being so long away from home made him dream of the friends and people struggling for their very existence that he had been forced to leave in order to find some other means of their survival. Coming from a world where the young died and no matter how many guns were pointed in the air, no matter how many resisted, it was all for nothing. Looking at the clock on the simple plain wood dresser, it read 3.45am. Sighing inwardly, Sean knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again so he got up and closed all the windows and shut the shades. Lighting a few candles he had set up in the middle of the room, he sat down on the worn carpet and steadily with a practiced air about him he began to slowly put everything out of his mind. The years of war, his friends, his home, his mission, his guyver unit until there was only the lazy rhythmic movement of the flame. Fire is truly the most pure thing on earth, a perfect balance between untapped destructive potential and a calm soothing atmosphere. This was what he was seeking, for in the complete chaos of his life thus far, any moment of peace was something to be treasured and held onto less one loses his sanity.

Gradually his breathing slowed, and his pupils dilated as he gave himself over to the seductive quiet state of mind that meditations bring. His mind stretched out and briefly touched every fiber of his being until he had a sudden awareness of things. He saw the blood in his veins filled with life rushing throughout his body giving energy and nutrients to his other organs and inner workings. He saw his cells at war with the body’s natural bacteria, slowly die and regenerate. He witnessed a thin film of perspiration break out over his skin cooling his body off in the steadily increasing warmth of the room. He saw the electrical discharges of his brain firing away keeping connectors and receptors active feeding information instinctively to his inner extensions keeping all in sync and in the preserved form he had since bonding with his unit. Ah, his unit. The fabled Warrior Unit that only the Creators of his home world thought that they were the only ones worthy of such power, and only a select 2 was fortunate to receive, he being the third.

Despite the initial setback of activating the unit in its damaged state, although it was now repaired thanks to its recuperative abilities and the Aceaer Unit, nothing could be better. He didn’t know what made it different from other units or even if it was different. But he’d definitely figure that out before any more confrontations with this world’s guyvers. There were definitely a lot more than he originally thought possible. They were everywhere and more and more unknowns popping up faster than you can blink. A foreseeable set back but that could in turn become advantageous. And then there was Warrior Guyver 2. Suddenly Sean’s body gave a small spasm; it was as if his entire body felt his resentment towards that particular guyver. Stephen Cain, how he ended up in this world he did not know. But the bastard let Jason O’Connor get slain and different loyalties aside, Jason was a friend and he did nothing to stop it. Such an atrocity will not go unpunished. Many more things were still left to be considered but the sun was now up, there was a war going on and Sean had to take advantage of this new life he was granted, a second chance to prevent what happened to his world.

After a brief shower, Sean slipped into his normal military fatigues. His stint with the ACTF allowed him access too many things other than their mainframe computers. Especially this world’s Cori. Sean allowed himself a small smile at that thought and headed to the elevator. The hotel was relatively deserted with the customers all departed in wake of the war leaving only the skeleton crew whom he suspected to actually be zoanoids in disguise. Not that it bothered him, he worked around those monsters for years and some were even close friends of his. Getting into the elevator there was already a tall well built black man in there, dressed in a black suit and tie with a Chronos ID badge hanging off his breast pocket. Maintaining a calm aura and straight face, Sean got in and moved to the far side of the elevator and pressed the 12th floor that would take him to the top of the hotel. The man in black appeared to be focused on his Blackberry and seemed not to notice that he had company, which was fine for Sean as he concentrated on the floor indicator slowly sliding from the 4th to the 5th floor. Then the man put his phone away and seemed to then notice his company.

6th Floor.

“Quiet morning so far ain’t it?” said the man in black.

For a second Sean thought he was on the phone but then realized that the guy was talking to him.

“Yeah, it’s alright.”

7th Floor.

“So I see you’re a military man.”

“Yup.”

Another uncomfortable silence ensued. This elevator was moving too damn slow and that irritating typical elevator music was getting annoying.

“So, you saw much action out there?”

Sean looked over at the man in black briefly, who was staring at the same elevator dial he was.

“Yeah, some here and there; they keep moving us around. You know priority areas mostly.”

“You with the resistance or Chronos?” said the man.

“Did some mercenary work for a while, but mostly for Chronos; off the record type stuff.” Sean said warily. He didn’t like the way this conversation was going. Chronos or not, he didn’t want to have to blow his cover so soon and have both factions breathing down his neck.

11th Floor.

“Well good luck soldier, you’re going to need it out there with all those damn guyvers and resistance forces running around. This is my stop. Have a nice day.”

Finally, Sean sighed; that was too close for comfort. The bell chimed as the elevator stopped on the 12th floor and Sean headed to the access stairs that led up to the roof. Stepping out into the warm Australian morning, he took a moment to breathe in the smells and enjoy the quiet before heading to the edge of the roof. Looking around, he had a panoramic view of everything around him in the city. The people below, despite the state their world was getting into were still going on with their pointless and meaningless lives. Closing his eyes briefly Sean mentally prepared himself for what he had ahead of him to do. Then leaning over, he let gravity claim him and plummeted off the roof top. A moment later a loud boom was heard and the unit exited out of hyperspace and latched onto its host. Seconds later Warrior Guyver US came into being and his gravity orb glowed as he took control of gravity and hovered for a second before blasting into the sky quickly accelerating to a cruising speed of Mach 3 with the sound of a sonic boom indicating his departure. Back at the hotel, the man in black stepped out of the shadow and taking off his sunglasses, the strange man’s eyes began to glow green and if anyone was watching at that particular time they would have witnessed a second transformation of another powerful being flying off the hotel roof and quickly disappearing in the brightening Australian sky.

ACTF Base – Washington DC

“What and who the **** was that?!” exclaimed a now very pissed off Stephen.

When he had teleported in and saw Battle Guyver and Edutsol Guyver battling an unknown warrior guyver utilizing an Aceaer unit. Despite all his speed and power the mysterious unit had teleported just before his cyclone power blast had obliterated the now vacant spot. The base was now on high alert and everyone was on edge after the suspected spy had escaped. It was not beyond Chronos’ abilities to clone a person and implant them in the ACTF, but a guyver? That was next to impossible, there had to be another explanation.

“It was Sean, Stephen. Or at least whoever it was claimed to be sounded and acted exactly like Sean would. The only difference was that unit. We both know Sean is only a regular guyver, so how could he remove his unit and got a warrior unit without a matrix or unit remover?” asked Cori.

Stephen didn’t answer right away he was still amped up from the close encounter and right now he wanted someone to slap around. But he calmed himself and turned to Cori.

“That’s impossible; there are no more warrior units that are currently in working order. Chronos either got their hands on a few and the only other one I know if is currently in Dreadnought’s possession, and whoever THAT was, it isn’t Sean. He’s in Australia now as we speak.”

Cori walked up next to him and watched as the repair crew came in with their equipment and began cleaning up the debris and repairing the damage.

“Well we need to figure out what’s going on Stephen. Things are getting worse by the moment with the battle with Chronos over the clan ship and now even the Grakkens want in. This kind of thing, we have no time for, it will only waste time and resources.”

Stephen looked over at her with a nod of agreement. He approved of how she was handling herself and the situation, even if she never had military training. This war with Chronos turned everyone into soldiers the instant sides were drawn.

“I will remain here until things are back in order, then I will be needed in Australia. I will contact Jason and a few others to verify Sean’s whereabouts. We will get to the bottom of this matter, mark my words.”

With that he walked away towards the direction of the canteen. Cori stayed where she stood for a moment more, looking at the spot the cleanup crew was repairing, thinking on the strange guyver that had to the audacity to call itself Sean. She couldn’t help but think of the time when Jason had such an episode, but at least his “other” had a similar style unit. In this case the units were totally different by far. Just what was going on? Shaking her head slightly, Cori moved to follow Stephen but at the last moment changed direction and headed towards the room she and Sean shared for the past week. Maybe some clues can be found there.

Earth Orbit - Australia

Things had quickly gone from bad, to worse to completely ****ed; in orbit over Australia W’kar had been hard pressed to cause as much destruction as possible, and he was an instrument of destruction. The Grakkens, mutated experiments of the Creators’ early venture to creating the guyver units, four armed and quadruple chest behemoths of formidable power were now attacking in force. No matter how many he shot down, blasted and sliced more and more warriors and ships took the place of the dead. At this rate even with his vast energy reserves and his energy draining system even he would need time to stop for a breather. Then shaking his armored head in stubborn refusal of backing down, his control medal flashed briefly and with a roar W’kar launched himself at the nearest Grakken ship.

“C’mon you Creator bred rejects! Is that the best you got? Is that all the power you can muster?! Haha, I am not impressed. I will show you how it’s done, I will show you Power!!”

Mega smasher pods opened up on the first 2 Grakken ships and began glowing ominously with dark energy. W’kar quickly altered his course and accelerated in their direction all the while hurling insults and cursing into the void of space. Inside the Grakken ship the pilots looked at each other as they watched this strange guyver flying at full speed in the void of space towards their dual beam attacks. If they had mouths, what can only be described as an evil smile would have played across their alien lips, as they pressed a serious of dials and the power gauge on the control panel lit up and showed an increase in power out as power was transferred from the shielding. Outside, the beams slammed into the still on rushing form of W’kar. With only a slight grunt W’kar’s eyes glowed red and his shielding activated as well as his energy draining. Despite these the power of the mega smash beams were only slowing him down slightly. Then he started to glow in a dull red light as his power started to overcome the energy blast. But the Grakkens were not done there where there was one Grakken ship, hundreds followed, and in this case that was true as literally hundreds of mega smasher pods opened and fired at the point where W’kar was.

“No! It will not end like this. I will not be de—“

And those were the last words he spoke before the enormous levels of energy easily broke through all his defenses and sent him into hyperspace with only a smoldering half an armored head remaining with his control medal.

Clan Ship crash site - Australia

Below Dreadnought had stopped fighting Warrior Guyver Vamore and to his chagrin found himself aiding Chronos in fending off the invasion off the Grakkens to this planet. He launched himself to the forefront of the battle lines and started throwing everything he had at the oncoming Grakken waves. But despite his power, it was clear he wasn’t even making a small dent in their numbers and the first grips of despair clawed at his mind before he suddenly felt the ground rumble, gravity seemed to be drawn from his area towards another direction! His unit instantly compensated for it and kept him rooted to his spot. Moments later the sky darkened as a massive mega smasher blast scorched the sky and obliterated a number of Grakken ships before wiping away a portion of amassing escort alien warriors that where accompanying the ships on their descents. It was Enforcer Prime, loyal to only Guyver 4 an affiliate of Chronos!

“How ironic this must seem guyver. I was created to ultimately be the instrument of destruction of your kind, yet here I find myself aiding in your very survival.” the behemoth growled.

“Yeah well don’t get too comfortable there buddy, I got a vibro blade with your name on it, ready and prepared to ram up that pompous armored ass of yours.” Quipped Dreadnought, though secretly he was relieved the monster decided to help him rather than the alternative. At this point he couldn’t pick and choose his enemies anymore. Chronos was the lesser of 2 evils now. And the Grakkens were one large ****ing evil.

A few miles away Imakarum was also glad that the Enforcer Prime had left from guarding just the Guyver 4 to subsequently defending the clan ship and in lieu, Chronos. Scientists were extremely busy trying to get Guyver Powered Zerebubuth back in action. At present he was only up to 35% and it was projected he would not be ready for another 20 minutes. They might as well turn the earth over to the Grakkens now, mused the now leader of Chronos, hell why not bend over and let the Creators have a jab. Without any of his powerhouses available to be sent out to the frontline, all he could do is damage control and hope there was a Chronos left after the dust cleared or his Lords awoke.

<“Warrior Guyver Vamore, what is your present location and why are you not at the side of the Enforcer Prime and Dreadnought?”>

No sooner had he sent that thought towards the intended recipient, the dual beams from the Warrior Guyver Vamore’s hyper smasher pods thundered above the clan ship and bright orange dots were seen in the sky signaling the destruction of even more Grakkens.

<“On my way there presently my Lord, just making sure our backs are not left undefended from these abominations.”>

< “See that you do, Chronos must survive this day if we are to lead the world in the defeat of the Creators.”>

Yes my Lord thought the Warrior Guyver Vamore a bit forcefully to himself. If there was one being in the whole world he would easily trade his new unit to ensure his death, was Dreadnought. That being alone caused the death of countless members of his kind. But orders were orders and despite his feelings, Lord Imakarum was not one to be disobeyed, so turning towards the direction of the front line WGV focused on the spot where the two powerhouses were valiantly defending the crash site and swiftly flew down to them as Dreadnought had sent a general call to all guyvers, ACTF and Chronos that he was actively blocking all teleportations except those coming to and from the Ark.

The hyper sensors of both the Enforcer Prime and Dreadnought suddenly flicked back as they registered the arrival of WGV.

“Heh, you back for another ass whoopin’ zoanoid?” jeered Dreadnought.

WGV visibly bristled as he snarled a response.

“Silence!!The only reason, you filthy human scum, that I do not rip out your throat and shove them back down your gullet is because Lord Imakarum commands so and these Grakken bastards need dealing with!”

With that said the three designated Grakken death dealers roared their defiance at the oncoming swarm with all the power their units could muster that did not cause harmful damage to the Chronos troops behind.

Sydney – Australia

Warrior Guyver US hadn’t been travelling for very long or very fast, for he had sensed that someone was with him on that roof the second his unit had activated. But he’d rather face this unknown pursuer on his own terms. Setting down near the beach WG US waited until his assailant caught up to his present location. He didn’t have long to wait as a dark form touched down about 20 yards from his current position. As he touched down, the man in black now in his transformed state noticed the warrior guyver had expected him and was waiting his arrival with his arms crossed and what can only be seen as an uncaring expression being displayed by his body posture. Whoever this being was, he seemed quite sure of himself and his power.

Warrior Guyver US wasn’t one for extended silence so he initiated the first dialog.

“Well now that you’ve finally caught up with me. Mind explaining who you are and what is your purpose?”

“You will know soon enough guyver.”

“Not much for talking are we, besides I already know who you are.”

“How, we were never enemies nor have I seen your particular unit before?”

“Because Zoalord, I have seen this before. This moment, this time, has repeated itself on numerous occasions. But this time…I am to get it right!”

And without any further explanation, Warrior Guyver US suddenly attacked with his swords at impossible speed. Further augmented by the warrior unit, his decades of experience as a normal guyver and constant fighting had honed his abilities to pure instinct. The armor alone was now just an extension of his will. The Proto Zoalord tried his best to counter the attacks but it was just too much for he found himself outclassed by the experienced warrior and he was quickly getting hacked to pieces.

“This is madness guyver! I have not come here looking to fight you!” exclaimed the Zoalord.

“Ohh don’t worry Zoalord, I’ve had decades of practice. I know just how far to push before…you…break!”

Chronos Training Facility

Location: Alternate Earth dimension

“Fall in you maggots! You lot are the sorriest sacks of drenn that I’ve ever seen sign up for the Chronos cause!”

In all, there were 50 new recruits all young, brave, courageous and downright stupid and little did they know exactly what they were getting in to. Sean was there because he had nowhere else to go, this was his home now, Chronos had given him a purpose to remain alive and he was not about to throw away that chance. In front of them was a trainer, a tall massively muscled 260lb Caucasian male garbed in the black training uniforms that all in the barracks had to wear. His face was heavily scared and his voice came out deep and gruff. There were even rumors that he may even be a member of the Hyper Zoanoid Team 5.

“Listen up because I will only say this once. You are here to serve for the honor and glory of a unified world under Chronos. You will be pushed to your limit and then taken over, you will be beaten, you will be bloodied, and there will be lots and lots of pain.”

With an evil grin on his face, he stopped in front of the recruits with his steely gray eyes sweeping over them all as if looking for any signs of weakness. None of the recruits wanted to meet his eyes less they be picked for something unpleasant.

“Now, who thinks they got what it takes me on and brag about it after their done?” said the bull of a man.

As expected no one raised their hands, but the trainer didn’t mind, he’d wait all day in the blazing hot sun until someone stepped forward. So a standoff ensued, the unmoving drill instructor and the nervous recruits until someone from behind Sean suddenly pushed their hand into the small of his back causing him to buckle forward a step. It was just what the drill instructor was waiting for.

“Ah! A volunteer, up front and center boy we shall see what you have to offer Chronos.”

“B-but sir! I did not – “

“Now you quit your bitchn', you call yourself a man and you aren’t able to act like one. Shut that hole in your face and take up your fighting stance and get ready to defend yourself!”

Reluctantly Sean walked forward and faced the mountain of a man leering down at him. He knew he stood little to know chance to even hurt this guy. But he was called out, and it was too late to turn back and change things now. So with a sigh of resignation, he placed his fists up to his face, shifted his body at an angle to his opponent and then brought his arms down into the tiger fighting style.

“Ohhhh Kung Fu! How quaint,” laughed the drill instructor, “We’ll see how long you last boy.”

Soon as he said that then Sean attacked with his overhead hand, coming down in a clawing fashion, which the drill instructor easily dodged without bothering to counter attack. But Sean didn’t stop there; using the momentum from his down strike he twisted his body around and brought his legs into play and lashed out with a solid body kick to the midriff of his opponent only to have the man catch his leg solidly trapping it between his bulky arms and his body.

“I think…you wanted to achieve this effect.” grunted the drill instructor.

Before Sean could even react the man then slammed his elbow down on his knee effectively snapping the limb backward. His scream of pain could be heard throughout the court yard mixed in with the evil laughter of the drill instructor who then preceded to beat the now disabled Sean into unconsciousness. Hours later, he awoke laying in a bio-tube with his leg in a restraint and a machine slowly working to repair the bone at an accelerated pace. His oxygen was being fed through a face mask so his situation was comfortable if a bit disorientating. Outside his tank he could see a team of scientist working on other bio-tank stations with other people inside of them, probably from injuries similar to his or from the zoanoid process. A shadow appeared near his tank and he looked down slightly to see his drill instructor smiling that impossible grin at him.

“Don’t worry kid; we have something else entirely planned for you. No use to try and fight it either, your life is ours now.”

Turning to one of the attending lab personnel he started barking his orders.

“As soon as he’s healed send him to D-Block. We have something very special in mind for this one. Heal him that is all you are allowed to do, anymore and I will see personally that you are flayed alive within an inch of your life!”

“y-yesir” stammered the lab tech who hurriedly busied himself with something on the control panel to get out of the line of fire from the brute of a man standing menacingly behind him.

The drill instructor looked up once more to where Sean lay in the Bio-tube then turned away stiffly and walked away.

Sydney – Australia

Present day

Warrior Guyver US lunged forward with his blades, intent on showing this insolent proto Zoalord that he was not one to be trifled with. The Zoalord really stood no chance against this power house and he knew it, seconds later his zoacrystal flashed and he teleported a few miles away from the battle. However, unbeknownst to him, Warrior Guyver US knew that tactic would come, as he had said, he has seen this moment several times. He teleported behind the prone Zoalord and grabbed him in a full nelson headlock and then using his gravity orb he angled them both down and plummeted towards the ground slamming the Zoalord into the rock face of the beach at well over 400mph. The Proto Zoalord wasn’t going anywhere; his wounds were slowly starting to heal but nowhere near the rate that would allow him to pose any danger. Slowly the Zoalord opened his eyes only to find a vibrational blade humming in his face pointed directly at his zoacrystal.

“Start talking Zoalord and chose those words very carefully because if for any reason I feel you are trying to manipulate me or lie I will end your miserable life here and now.” threatened Warrior Guyver US.

The Proto Zoalord struggled to sit up and after a few failed attempts and nearly hacking up his lungs and spitting up blood; he resigned to laying in the crater and looked up at his victor.

“I-I did not come here to fight guyver, I came here – for your help.” said the Zoalord.

“My help, what kind of a fool do you take me for. You are a slave of Chronos, I should kill you now and not have to worry about this folly.” sneered Warrior Guyver US and punctuated his threat by inching his blade closer to the zoacrystal.

“You have that ability guyver but ultimately you will have missed out on hearing my proposal. It would benefit us greatly, and to prove my sincerity...”

Suddenly the Zoalord shifted from his battle form to that of a naked black man. Blood and gore still seeped out through his wounds whose healing process had now slowed to an agonizing crawl.

Warrior Guyver US stared down in shock at this new development, this wasn’t anything he had seen before nor could he have predicted such a thing. Quite literally he was at lost for words, but since he was still in his armored form he saw no visible threat so retracted his blade and stepped back to give the man some breathing room.

“I’m listening Zoalord…for now.”

Chronos Training Facility – Parallel Earth

Two years had passed, two hard grueling, painful and trying years. It was everything they had said it would be. Chronos pushed you until you either conformed to their standards or they send you out used, broken and useless. Many washed out recruits were either used as cannon fodder to “blood” the new processed zoanoids or they committed suicide because they were unable to fit back into mainstream society of human life. Sean and 6 others of his fellow recruits were the lucky ones. Upon graduation, they were given a choice; become hyper zoanoids or undergo a Creator made experiment to become one with a bio weapon of their design and use it to serve Chronos’ purpose. Four out of the seven chose to become zoanoids and were immediately teleported out of the facility to the Ark for a special processing. Sean and the only remaining female recruit, Valcuria chose to go through with the Creator based armor program. Arlen Crane they were to learn later, had best of both worlds as he was Chronos’ first foraging into the realm of merging Chronos made zoanoids with the power of Creator technology.

And today they all held their heads high, they were the new fighting force of Chronos, they were the public faces of the regime and the enforcers of law. All new recruits were expected to live up to their standards and live by their example. Alkanphel and Kron were present at their formal introduction into the Chronos army and personally congratulated them on their success. Afterwards a banquet was held for the newest powerhouses in Chronos and all the Zoalords were present with their escorts and some even had families. Everything was stiff and formal, from the way they dressed in their black on red uniforms to the way the banquet guests conversed with each other.

Picking up a glass of champagne Sean could only think back on the events of his life that led to this moment. To think one such as he would be standing in the presence of the two most powerful beings on the planet and the leaders of Chronos no doubt! He truly was overwhelmed by the aura of power both Master Zoalords had about them as they walked through the maze of guests, talking to some and even pleasuring themselves with the beverages. They were to be feared, they were to be respected and they were to be obeyed.

“Well Guyver 1, it seems that we have survived all they could throw at us, now all we need to do is never allow the blood to stop flowing from our enemies.” said a feminine voice behind Sean.

Without turning around he already knew who it was. Valcuria was the only woman that even talked to him, even in Chronos. Sean always had a serious look on his face and his whole demeanor meant that he was all business and straight to the point. Those close to him knew that this was only there to cut through the bull**** that most people throw at each other before getting to the point, and also they knew that all the compassion, niceties and pleasure Sean had once found in life was now all but gone. All that was left was the warrior, the leader and an instrument of death.

Glancing in her direction he gave a forced smile and took a sip of his champagne before answering.

“The name’s Chronos Guyver US now, it’s been made official for over a week, you know that Guyver 2.”

“Aw but come on now honey, that is such a mouthful, couldn’t you perhaps shorten it so we don’t feel so out of breath when saying it?”

But Sean’s lip was pressed in a firm hard line indicating that what he had said on the matter was final and no manner of teasing or asking would change that fact.

Sighing audibly Valcuria only shrugged her shoulders and reached for a glass herself.

“Well suit yourself baby boy, it’s your damn armor so you can call yourself Big Bad Beetle Borg for all I care.”

Walking away gracefully she suddenly turned and added, “Oh, and the name’s Female Guyver 2. We can’t have them confusing me for that ACTF trash now can we?”

Then Sean allowed a small smile to play across his lips but his amusement didn’t last long as a servant came up to him in a submissive discreet way and whispered into his ear. Alkanphel and Kron had requested the presence of him and his team immediately in the adjoining room! He felt his throat tightened as a million thoughts ran through his head as to what he could have possibly done wrong, or rather what his teammates could have done. No matter who did what, as team leader he would always be held responsible and receive the punishment; usually 50-100 lashes from Elegen’s electric whips or even worse.

Calling out silently through his unit to Valcuria and Crane he relayed the message and then ordered them to bring the four Bio-titans with them who were in their human form flirting with a few of Zarfel’s female Overlords. Immediately the broke the conversation off with the women and left them in mid sentence to join their team in walking to have an audience with their supreme leader and master.

Lord Alkanphel was standing at the massive glass window in his usual immaculate white suite and black cloak overlooking the busy streets of LA. Lord Kron stood at his right hand side; his massive profile easily visible in the dimly lit room. The flames from the fireplace cast eerie shadows around the business room, giving it an air of something dark and powerful that lay hidden yet clearly tangible. The warriors all entered silently and got down on one knee with their heads bowed and awaited their masters’ acknowledgement.

“So you are here finally,” said the Master Zoalord without turning. “Do you know why you have been summoned?”

“No my Lord, we only know you desired our presence. That was enough; the why is purely yours to decide.” As team leader, Sean was expected to speak for his comrades.

“The fool is brave to speak so, without a touch of insolence,” Kron grated with his distinctive voice. “You would do well to keep your tone thus.”

“Yes my Lord Kron.” answered Sean as humble as possible.

Turning to them now, the leader of Chronos faced them and motioned for them to stand.

“You all have done well my children. I am very pleased with your progress and I want to personally congratulate you on making it even this far. There were many who doubted your resolve. But that is not the reason why I summoned you. You have proven to be the most trustworthy of all the Chronos army, barring the council members of course. And due to your special positions in Chronos now, I find it fitting that you should see and bear witness to the next phase in our evolution.”

Slowly walking towards them until he stood in front of the fire place he continued.

“You see, we find that the current hierarchy in Chronos to be antiquated and obsolete. For too long have the council of Zoalords deemed it necessary to ensure they are the most powerful of all zoanoid forms and this fact alone has prevented even more powerful warriors to be produced. The Creators had the right idea to create warriors that were truly awesome in power, yet, they were totally under their control. We the leaders of Chronos sought to do the same. And now we are nearly prepared to unveil the next phase in zoanoid evolution. Come my children, come and witness this brand new power."

Suddenly they all glowed brightly as they were teleported away from the room and into what appeared to be lab filled with bio-tanks. Scientists in white lab coats scurried around like ants in a hive, busily carrying out their duties despite the sudden arrival of the leader of Chronos and his entourage.

Alkanphel started walking down the long corridor past the main lab and the group all followed silently and at attention. As they walked past they could all see the labeled tanks indicating which zoaform was being processed currently; Bio-Titans, Powered Zerebubuths, Gliddeans, Neo-ZX-Toles and many others. But their lord and master did not stop there, he continued forth until they arrived at a large door with the Chronos glyph engraved at its center. Alkanphel reached out his hand which glowed brightly for a moment; there snapping hiss and vented steam came through the cracks in the door as it slowly opened. They were then bathed in a dull green light that shone from inside the room and what they saw inside shocked them to the core.

Before them stood a massive Bio-tank with huge pipes and cords connected to it. The control panels were lit up with information on the status of whatever they were observing. The tank was filled with a clear liquid that still had a greenish tint to it. But this wasn’t what took them all by surprise. What captured their attention was what was inside the tank. It was large, and even half formed still dwarfed even the battle forms of all the known Zoalords that they saw on holocams. There were feeder tubes and cables connected a various points all over its body as though it were a pin cushion. On one of the control panel in bright red it showed the zoaforming process was only at 45% and yet the awesome feeling of the power coming from that bio-tank was truly staggering. Only the two master Zoalords did not flinch in its presence.

“Look well my children, for soon this being and many like it will grace the army of Chronos and soon the whole world will know our power!” exclaimed the supreme leader of Chronos.

And look they did, all the way up, the full 17 feet of the hulking behemoth in the tank. This is no next step in evolution, Sean thought quietly to himself thankful that his unit sealed his mind from psychic readings, this was a monster!

The being in the tank stirred briefly, its clawed hands closed in a fist and then opened again. Slowly its blood red eyes opened and looked down at its observers. It didn’t move and only watched them as they watched it. Sean could feel the terror creep into his being, no matter how hard he fought, he could not look away from those yes. When he finally mustered the strength to do so, his eyes caught something written on the top half of the bio-tank. It was the name of the silent and powerful monster behind the glass. It was a name that was sure to inspire even more fear than that of Zoalord. Anyone who said it would surely only whisper it in the comfort and safety of their private homes and even then they’d fear to say it. For the name that was inscribed was one that said it all about this creature; it spoke volumes on its power and its unlimited potential.

The name that will carry the banner of Chronos into the future and beyond: ZOAGOD.

[largo]

Very cool juggy keep them coming.

[Guyver_Astray]

I'm confused. WG US is the Sean from another universe, and not the one of the Primary world?

[largo]

You know I was confused about that myself but hey its still cool so I'll go with it.

[McAvoy]

There seems to be three versions of Sean so far.

1. Sean that we know in the first part. Gaining the Warrior unit.

2. Sean the Warrior Guyver US who seems to be a Chronos agent undercover.

3. Sean the Chronos Guyver US, who has a history totally different then what we know.

I assume that Sean 2 and Sean 3 are the same, or not. But does bring up a good question. Guyver US that we know still exists and perhaps Chronos Guyver US took over his place and then became WG:US.

It is confusing.

[Juggernought]

Actually what i was going for is that the Sean in my story is from another dimension. The primary Sean still exists and is still active. This is a new guy, with a very different background, yet he has had several unexpected trips to other worlds before ending up in the Primary universe in the main line story. He knows enough from his experiences in those worlds to essentially fool the people for a period of time (usually when the primary Sean is away for a certain length of time) in the Primary world until he got the warrior unit.

In the next installment i'll hope to clear up all the confusion that it's causing everyone.