W'Kar

That is unless the Gigantics next ultimate power involves a SCSI cable coming out of his rear end.

Many answers about the story will be kept intentially unanswered. Basically it's up to the reader to figure it out, or decide what they believe.

Episode 1 is now up under the W'Kar saga temporarily while I readjust the main page. Check it out and let me know what you guys think?

LOL! Alright, that's totally being saved and put in a best hits collection.

Not sure, but I bet he's really strong, like lot's of muscles and stuff!

There is a new writer for GWOTG focusing on a yet unspoken portion of the story. It involves the story of the Khemet, the People of the Order of Anubis. The story takes place on a planet called Zelu'Xianus where a civilization which worships the god Anubis lies. The story base has a strong resemblance to fantasy stories because the setting relies on a middle age technology level. I hope you all enjoy it. The writer is Valsharess, who will be joining the forum at a later date. Her writing is something I've enjoyed for many a year and hope all of you do too. I will post the whole fic on the GWOTG site once I get a chance to add a section up for her. With no further ado! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Episode One The Awakening [6] Quiet. These days, mornings were always dreadfully quiet in the temple district. Almost as quiet as the Champion Halls of Themes-Zera's Courtyard; it was midsummer and the Mardions were in training, not competing. A shame, High Priestess Asthen'ri so enjoyed the arena matches. The 'crunch crunch' of footfalls upon the sand echoed in the vast courtyard that lead to the main temple. Temple Del’Cious. Like a snake behind her, the High Priestess's robe swayed and fluttered here and there doing an almost tempting dance alongside her graceful movements. Suddenly, all was quiet again. She had stopped. Asthen'ri could never make it past the temple's entrance without stopping before the statue that acted as its doorway... It took four-hundred masonry men to sculpt, carve, and lay the two-hundred and sixty feet marvel before the temple's entrance. The same four-hundred gave their lives to color the statue with their own blood. Glorious! They would be remembered for all time. A man, young and mighty, sat at a large and ornate throne. His blood red armor was carved beyond any mortal's eye of intricacy, his hair flowed long almost melting into the regal cape that was draped over his right arm, and on his left, he grasped a long stave with an ankh decorating its head. Asthen'ri looked upon the face of her Dehan ("Lord or God") and smiled. No other power was greater, and in this image she was reminded of that power. The power of a true god! The High Priestess could dally no longer, and wiping a small bead of sweat from her brow she hurried herself along. Clutching a large tome tightly to her bosom and smiling all along, Asthen'ri entered he massive temple. A vast square hall made entirely of basalt; eight tall windows framed in red limestone and cut at a slight angle provided the temple with enough illumination that one was rumored to be able to see to its very end! The ceiling was supported by one thousand columns, each with a tapering finely fluted shaft resting on a torus with a circular base resembling that of a talon, or claw. They were made of black marble, polished to such a sheen that often times newcomers were startled at the amount of people within the temple only to realize it was their own reflection. Asthen'ri approached the main dais of the temple, it was lowered by at least four feet, circular, and twenty feet in diameter. Around its upper edge sat dozens of priestesses, all sitting quietly and humming. The base itself held three things; a lectern made entirely of gold, a red brazier its glowing fire licking wildly of the air around it, and finally a tall slab of black steel. More a table than a piece of furniture. Where normally there stood an altar, today, there was a rack of sorts. It was lifted up to allow its resident, Mhan'ri, to be in an upright position. She was bound by her wrists and ankles, and still, even after all this time, slept soundly. Dear daughter, today you shall be a proud woman... Today, of all days, you shall be a Khemet. A child of our Dehan. Asthen'ri thought. The High Priestess calmly approached her daughter and smiled. Mhan'ri was her youngest, having given eight children to the Ascendancy and three others already well into the priesthood, Mhan'ri was the last to be brought into the Blood-Circle. How proud she was! She lifted a soft hand and moved a lock of hair from her daughter's face. Asthen'ri stood once again behind the lectern and placed her tome upon it. The words of their Dehan, written by his most devout servants and brought only to the truly faithful... As she opened the tome she looked upon her daughter once more and removed her heavy robe. Asthen'ri threw her robe into the brazier, now, wearing only a light silken dress her own sweat causing it to cling to her sides showing slight glimpses of the skin beneath; the robe burned letting out an odd blue hued smoke. Immediately four priestesses lifted large fans and began to fan at the smoke. In a moment's notice Mhan'ri's nostrils flared and her eyes shot open. Mhan'ri threw her head hard against the rack, she craned her neck, and arched her back writhing for release. She tried everything she could to escape, she would not. Asthen'ri smiled slightly looking upon her daughter's form as it moved, so often did she remind her of her own youth. So graceful in movement... so beautiful. Soon, she would be more than that. Now that her thirteenth year had come Mhan'ri would truly be herself. She would be Awoken.

Oh yes, one big bad doggie. His datafile will be redone sooner or later to reflect changes in certain things, but basically there ya go.

Short of basic stuff, the matrix can't do much to a true W'Kar.

Quietus 1. a finishing stroke; anything that effectually ends or settles: Having given a quietus to the argument, she left. 2. discharge or release from life. 3. a period of retirement or inactivity

No, it didn't. The Matrix made her capable of using it at all. The actual using it takes time and practice.

Ha ha.... fixed.

As per the header guys, enjoy.

I wouldn't say that Jason isn't smart, he's just not cunning. Agito is cunning.

If you notice, the 2nd W'Kar inactive unit does not have a control medal on it.

All I can say is that there is going to be one helluva battle next fic.

In that stage of evolution is merely hid it inside of the body. At Pre-Warrior stage in hid it in an inconspicuous place on the body. In newer stages it is simply absorbed and spread throughout the body. The more powerful a True W'Kar gets, the less the control medal really matters.

What stage of evolution?

The original intent of the W'Kar Unit was to grant a creator not only a complete humanoid form (which they found better) but also higher levels of power so they could defend themselves better (Guyver 0 freaked them out!). The Unit-W is supposed to bond to a creator host and give them both a full humanoid like form, exceptional power (Ai-talis the first was 40X) and nearly complete control over the power of the W'Kar Element and it's multi-dimensional abilities. The True W'Kar evolves because it was severely damaged by it's activation. When activated it only lasted but a few minutes of testing with Ai-talis before it killed him and reverted to a dormant state like a guyver unit (like a low power mode) until it could repair itself. It can't unactivated, but when Greg got it it started to repair itself slowly. It requires huge amounts of constant energy to repair the W'Kar unit. The unit is also learning to adapt and bond with a human host through him. So in a sense it is evolving the host, and itself, during repair. W'Kar II though, well it's a brand new unit. Like the 2008 model of W'Kar 2000 car. The questions that can be raised are: 1. Is the W'Kar II completely functional like the last? 2. Can it withstand being bonded to a host? 3. Is it as powerful as the last, or stronger? 4. What new functions (if any) does the unit have?

Quietus fic has been uploaded. Due to the length of the story and my own personal desire to see that the fic is uploaded at good lengths of time between I have decided to chop up the story into two seperate parts. Enjoy!

Actually it's just the more 'Emotional' they get. It could be love, hate, anger, fear, lust, happiness or whatever. It's just that negative emotions such as anger, fear and such are much easier to induce. So the unit naturally wants to induce as much energy as possible so it bends the host towards such emotions strongly. Some Reproductions were worse than others, such as Reproduction 1 + 2. But ultimately it's a battle between the host and the unit to see if they remain sane or descend into walking monsters.

Malice was attempting to steal the W'Kar Element not just from the creators, but for himself. Anubis wants the Element, that was the reason for his execution. Was it coincendence that Dreadnough came in at that moment, maybe.

Yep, essentially the Crimson Unit is a partial bonding Aceaer with bit's and piece's of Grakken tech in it. Which is why Crimson can activate and utilize Grakken Technology while other guyvers have either a difficult time, or can't at all.

Possibly, but that's still a pretty big resounding 'If'.

Yes. It was designed by Grend, who incorporated more modern technology including Mark II, and many of the improved systems he designed for the reproductions. However it was said that when the element merged with the new unit it rejected the Mark II upgrades, pretty much deleting them from the unit. It may have done similar things to other techs. No telling really.

Could be, especially if it's something as sensetive as the matrix.