Vengeance

Amazing work as always. I'm constantly impressed with the level of skill that all the artists from WG have and it is always enjoyable to find something I haven't seen before. I commend you on all of your obvious hard work

Sully you should never have to worry about explaining your time away from the site. Its been said before and will be said again I'm sure but real life always comes first. This site is great but it is still something we all do for free. On a side note while I haven't been able to put a story up for Yuri yet belive it is out there in the wings being added to little by little. I have a new respect for everything you guys have done here since I now can see how easy it is not. Best of luck with everything and you will get to it when you get to it.

Hola, So I looked over what you had and started running through my head some of the ideas I had originally had for this unit when I thought Yuri might be a possible host for it. A few things you might want to consider is that this guyver was designed around the times of Jason's original unit and the Black Nova guyver. The Stellar would be like a different car model along the same line so maybe granting the unit some technology that would show it to be a sister unit to Jason's original would help with the tie in. An example might be his Blast Field being designed to store and utilize energy other then gravity. I like the aspect of utilizing Electromagnetism instead of gravity, and if you need some help defining how those powers would work check out Cyber Guyver's datafile since he also utilizes an EM Orb. Totally agree with the strength being less and could certainly be explained with the unit diverting more power to speed and manuverabiliy then strength. Speed: I would actually push this farther then "a bit past" a normal Warrior Unit. Jason's unit and most others where tested and designed on a planet. Granting a unit like that with immense speed would be slightly ridiculous since they'd just be zipping around the planet like Superman trying to make time go backwards. However in the vast reaches of space, especially when like you said the unit can't neccessarily teleport to somewhere he lacks the coordinates for. Since this is an ability that would be relient on the unit being in space you could make it dependent on an energy source more prevelant in space such as Cosmic Radiation would could tie into a blast field that absorbs and stores the energy which helps power his abilities like immense flight speed, worm hole generation and his long range forms of attack. This might also present a "achilles heel" for the unit since the amount of Cosmic Radiation it would be able to utilize within an atmospheric enviorment would be greatly reduced. I might also want to consider that since long range combat would rely on speed and manuverability perhaps adding in a secondary system, such as small EM Orbs or Plasma Jets that would subject to make sudden and rapid turn on a dime course changes even while moving at top speed. Hypersenors: Another idea I had when trying to think like the Gen. What if the unit had a series of secondary Hyper Sensors. These sensors, I went with six in total, could essentialy detach from the unti and set up a grid around the Stellar Warrior Guyver greatly expanding his range and ability to react to long range attacks. They could also act as scouts or probes when the unit would have encountered enemy battle groups, interstellar phenomena and so forth. Energy Matrix Emitters: While it could certainly be a viable option for this unit I would wonder two things. If the Gen had access to this technology before why wouldn't more guyver unit's have been equipped with it? Certainly seems to be a better option then vibrational swords attached at the elbow per say. And even with that the Stellar Unit would be limited to attempting to engage a number of opponents by the number of emitters it had. Maybe instead the unit could have varying weapon systems all designed for long range combat. You could have long range cannons like the Edutsol did with more of a focus on various long range attacks like sniper beams, wide angle blasts, orb like bombs that could detonate on contact. The unit could also generate other weapons such as bio-missles like a gaster. The unit could energize the material through its EM Orb or Blast Field and then fire them at multiple targets at once that explode with immense power. With its power to utilize wormholes and spatial warping the unit could combine the attacks to attack from different directions and an exceedinly long range. I also think you might want to have a larged number of this unit's version of the Forehead laser. They could be on the edges of the chest plates, forearms, legs, back etc and could be used for more barrage like attacks and also function as a secondary defense system, working more like Anti-Air Weapons that defend the unit from attacks and opponents that threaten to reach the unit. Hopefully none of this comes off as a critiscm of your ideas, I really like what you've come up with so far. I just tried to make a few suggestions and you can feel free to use any of them. Best of luck to you, I'm sure whatever the Stellar Warrior Guyver ends up being will have us all in shock and awe.

So as I run through several of my story ideas I came up with a question that I cannot seem to find an answer for. We all know that Creator's or the Gen as they are now known, can wear a guyver unit. My real question though is what would the stats of Creator wearing a guyver unit be? Its been mentioned that Creators are not a match physically for a human wearing the exact same type of unit but I was curious as to how they matched up in comparison. Since I can't seem to come up with a reasonable idea I figured I would pose it to the collective Brain Trust that is WG.com and see what we can come up with. Any thoughts my friends?

Thanks Zeo, that means a great deal

Feel free to post questions, comments, complains or advice

OOC: I know I promised this story and long time ago but I finally managed to focus enough to finish it. Was originally going to be much longer by I decided to split it up. My desire is to continue this as a series. Hopefully you will enjoy. Disclaimer: This Fan Fic is based on created by Yoshiki Takaya and contains violent situations with adult language. I did not create Fighter Guyver II, Dreadnought, W’Kar, The Kregen, The Grakken and many others. This fiction has been created solely for fan fiction purposes. The idea for this Fan Fiction was inspired by the creative geniuses of the writers of The Warrior Guyver fan Fiction and The Great War of The Guyver’s Fan Fiction. I thank them for all their efforts. The Next Round He was going to die. This wasn’t like those other moments in his life when death seemed like a possible outcome in a fight. This time he knew for a fact and without a doubt that he was about to leave this world and hopefully pass on into the pearly gates of heaven. Chaos ensued all around him as his friends, his family and even some of his old enemies battled against the amassed forces of the Creators. The ruthless dictators of most of the known universe had decided that Earth had become tired of the trouble the tiny blue planet had caused them and made the choice to end all life on Earth. While the army they had brought was small in comparison to the endless forces they had at their disposal it certainly seemed like enough to achieve the goals. Hundreds of Jy-taki had attacked the forces of Earth and while they had made a valiant effort they would have been destroyed right then and there. Earth’s forces had already suffered loss as Alkanphal had given his life to stop the Creator’s Super Weapon from hitting Earth. Fortunately assistance had come from Zass the Aqua Guyver and a group known as the AAR. With an army of Guyvers they had managed to overwhelm the Jy-taki. For a heartbeat it almost seemed like they had one the battle when suddenly the Jy-taki crystals formed into Orobouras, the strongest warriors of the Creator Army. Within seconds they had tore apart the help from the AAR. “This day just can’t get any better.” Jarrod Lucas muttered under his breath. He was thankful for the fact that he had a modified version of W’Kar’s unit at this point. He had been fighting for hours already and with the arrival of so many Orobouras it didn’t look like either him or any of the others would have a chance for a reprieve any time soon. Sheathed in the armored form of Fighter Guyver II he managed to dodge aside as an Orobouras fired a handbeam at him. “Ok ugly,” he said to the giant monster, “let’s do this.” Fighter Guyver II extended his Bio-Swords and moved at top speed towards the beast. It extended its own blades and slashed towards his throat. Fighter Guyver ducked beneath the swipe and tore a line down the Orobouras’s side as he continued to move at high speed. Moving past the Orobouras he turned rapidly and launched a Pressure Cannon into its spine. Taken by surprise the beast flinched and grimaced in pain and Jarrod follow up the attack with a barrage of Pressure Cannons each of them with the strength of Guyver’s Megasmashers and the gravity orbs tore chunk after from the Orobouras’s body. With impressive speed the creature turned and fired a barrage of head and forearm beams as several managed to pierce his armor. “I don’t have time for this.” Jarrod said through grit teeth and a blastfield erupted around his body and he disappeared into hyperspace. The Orobouras turned this way and that as it tried to scan for him. Suddenly it felt a blastfield behind it and turned to come face to face with Fighter Guyver II’s megasmashers. Before it could react the beam of intense power tore forward and reduced its skull and control crystal into nothing more than free floating atoms. The green colored brushes imaginary dust off his hands when suddenly his headsensors twitch and draw his attention to the newest development. The Science Relic that fired the beam that killed Alkanphal seemed to recover from the its previous attempt to fire the weapon as energy begins to swirl in front of it once again. As he scans around he realizes that everyone else is to entangled with their own battles against the Orobouras to try and prevent the weapon from firing. With no other option Jarrod swallows hard as he realizes he has to stop the massive weapon, if not his planet, his race, everything he cared about in this dimension that wasn’t even his own would be destroyed. Plus The Accolade with its precious cargo had yet to make it to safety. It was all on him and he had no intention of letting all those depending on him down. His blastfield erupted again as he moved through Hyperspace and appeared directly in the path of the beam. Focusing every piece of willpower and determination in his body he raised the most powerful shield his unit had ever produced and began charging his Mega Smashers as the plates opened wide and summoned as much power as they could possibly hold. His spiked shoulders began to glow with intense power as he used his Bio-Energy Doubler to boost his power as much as possible and forced himself to become as strong as he could possibly manage. Before he knew the beam collided with his shields head on. At this moment of the utmost importance he heard his brother’s voice in his ears as his unit broadcasted what would probably be the last words he ever heard. “YOU ****ING IDIOT! EVEN ALKANPHAL COULDN’T STOP IT, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN?!?!?!” Jarrod managed to let a grin spread across his face even as he gritted his teeth against the tremendous force that slammed into his shields. Despite the immense power he had put into them in his boosted form it felt like using a wall of toilet paper to try and stop a hurricane. “Eh, who knows?” The final words he says back to his brother. If he had the chance he would have told Greg to have a little faith and laughed at the enraged response he would’ve received for making a comment like that at a time like this. However he didn’t have the luxury of using extra words at the moment. The beam tore through his shields and in that moment he fired his Mega Smashers. White hot power slammed into the beam of intense power. For a moment Fighter Guyver II actually thought he might have a chance at stopping the Creator’s Attack when he senses another power surge and the beam pushes forward and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Beneath his armor Jarrod shut his eyelids and felt the beam strike his armor as his word erupted into pure agony. Nothing else existed but the searing agony as it consumed his body. While the process felt like it was tearing him apart molecule by molecule, piece by piece over the course of hours he knew that it took less than a second. As quickly as he had been consumed by the agony did the intense pain cease. The first thing Fighter Guyver II realized is that he didn’t feel any different. He had always assumed when someone died a feeling of weightlessness would come over them and they would just “float” up to heaven. Apparently that wasn’t true at all as he still felt the same bag of meat that had woken up that very morning and flew off to save his race. The next thing he realized was that his eyes where closed and he couldn’t see anything. Strange that even in death his eyelids would block his vision. Curious as to what the afterlife looked like Jarrod slowly opened his eyes and certainly wasn’t prepared for what he was about to witness. Chaos, pure in its simplicity it seemed as if all reality and just torn itself apart and reformed in whatever shape it felt comfortable with for a few milliseconds before it ripped apart again. It felt like he was in space by the background of the landscape changed color every moment so quickly that he didn’t even have a chance to realize what color it currently was. As he turned his head he saw a myriad of orbs floating and swirling in every direction conceivable. Connecting this orbs in an interlocking web so complicated it made his head spin and a wave of vertigo forced bile into his throat as he tried to figure out how they where all connected. One thing was for certain with a landscape like this, he hadn’t died and gone to heaven. No it was painfully obvious that he was trapped in Hell. The entire scene was so overwhelming he felt his sanity start to tear apart and his hands clasped the side of his head in frustration as he screamed in agony. As he screamed he realized that he was still wearing his unit! Focusing the sensation of his armored hands as they clasped his head he felt his own mind slowly settle as it diverted all attention onto that one singular sensation. Jarrod tried to force all his attention on this sensation like the calm in the storm and wasn’t prepared for what happened next. He heard someone speak. “Greetings Jarrod Lucas.” His hands moved away from his head as he felt the words reach his ears. “What the hell? Is there actually someone here?” he said as his hand moved back and forth as his headsensors desperately tried to determine the source of the words. “Indeed there is brother of The W’Kar. We are here as we have always been.” “And where might that be?” “Described in terms that you can actually comprehend we are currently at the ‘center’ of the Multiverse. The crossroads of all existence where every reality, every dimension, every possibility, everywhere and every when meets in the tangled web that is existence itself. It is here that we exist, it is here that we have brought you.” “Exciting,” he said sarcastically even though he knew he really should try and be more respectful and serious about the situation, “and who the hell are you?” he asked the strange voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. “We are,” the voice replied, “The Kregen.” “Kregen?” he said with a voice of disbelief, almost like he’d been introduced to God himself. “ Aren't you the guys that have always been messing with Greg?” “We have proven to be a useful ally to the True W’Kar and have aided his efforts more then once.” The voice said sounding almost insulted. “Yeah well he doesn't share the same opinion.” But if the stories Greg had told him where true there wasn't much point in arguing with these strange beings. “So if this place is the ‘Multiverse’ as you claim and you are in fact The Kregen then what the hell are those things?” he said pointing at one of the countless translucent orbs floating in the air. They appeared at random in every direction and floated there like collections of water gathered into a single spot. If he focused on one for a moment Jarrod was almost certain that he could see movement within the orbs themselves. ”As we have said. This is the crossroads or center of the Multiverse. From here you can view a perception of each reality and how they are intertwined together. It is here we sit, we watch and from time to time we try to mend what has been broken.” As the voices echoed in his head Jarrod looked at the orbs and one of them seemed to shake violently for a moment before crumbling apart into ash and carried off in a wind that Jarrod couldn’t even feel. “The **** was that?” he asked. “You have born witness to sight no one of your level of evolution has been given the chance to witness. That was the collapse of an entire reality. This was, at one point, a rarity. We had only witnessed such an occurrence only five times before…….. “Before what?” Even as Jarrod asked the question his head sensor twitched and he turned to watch as another orb crumbled apart. “Before the perversion, before the birth of the dragon, before the ants of multiverse began to leap across the barriers and began playing with forces they do not truly understand. It is all kept in a very careful and perfect balance Jarrod Lucas, one change, one action that was not meant to take place in a reality can cause it to fall apart. And with the collapse of one the realities supported by it begin to crumble and fall apart with it. “And with each one billions of lives are lost?” Awe and shock where stuck in his voice. “If that is the number you require to properly interpret this information then yes. Although the true figures are far more significant. The whole thing made Fighter Guyver gasp. The concept itself forced bile up from his stomach and vomit escaped from his air vents before it hung in the air a moment until it floated off again. “Why?” he asked, “Why show me this? Is this the fate of Greg’s reality? Of the world I’ve come to call home? Did you just want to show me what my failure would lead to? You are nothing more then a bunch of sick ****ers just like Greg said!” His control medal flashed as a pressure cannon formed in his hand. He scanned about to find something, anything to fire it at. His head sensors searched futilely and with a scream of anger and rage he fired it off into vast nothingness of the crossroads. “We understand your anger at this Jarrod Lucas. But it was not our intention to cause you distress. “Then why?” “We brought you here because we………………need something from you. “The hell could I possible have to you would need.” “Your help. “You have got to be kidding.” “There are many things we can do Jarrod Lucas. But one thing we cannot do is affect anything that occurs in the realities themselves. Such actions could lead to a significant enough change to cause a collapse of that realm. We act in secret and of the smallest scale possible to prevent such occurrences.” “Then wouldn’t saving my life and bringing me here constitute one of those actions?” “It would. Which is why we did not save your life. When the Creator’s beam struck you it reduced you to pure energy and dispersed you across the Multiverse itself. Even with this fact we could not have brought you here had you not already removed yourself from your own reality. It was a trillion to one chance that such events would align properly but now we have brought you here.” “So, I’m dead then? And this is my afterlife.” “In a way. But we where able to reach out and bring your physical form back together.” “Then I guess I truly owe you one. I still don’t understand how I can help you when I couldn’t even save myself.” “As we said. There is much that we can do but with our limitations we are forced to utilize agents in various realities. We are reliant upon them and for the most part they have proven to be disappointing at best. Your brother was one such agent.” “You guys actually asked Greg for help and really thought he’d do it? Guess your not that smart after all. I’m betting you gave him a task and he just blew you off.” Jarrod said with a laugh. “Your brother has proven to be less then successful in accomplishing the task we set before him. “Still doesn’t explain what you want from me.” “We believe that perhaps the true problem with our agents is that they fail to recognize the scope of the tasks we put before them. They have never seen what you see and cannot fathom what is at stake. But you Jarrod are the one person we can actually bring to this place. To show what it at stake, to have an attempt to grasp the ‘Big Picture’ as you would say. Additionally our ability to bring you here has proven that with effort we can move you through the realities without causing harm to the dimensional walls as we do so.” “So really what your saying is that at this point I’m the only one that can stop this….” he said as he pointed to another orb as it turned to dust, “from happening. To save more lives then my brain can even fathom.” There was a long pause, a silence that almost seemed to be maddening before a response echoed. “Yes.” This whole thing was just too much. He was a simple man who had somehow been put into an extraordinary situation time and time again. Not only that he wasn’t very good at handling situations like this. Every time he tried to help he usually ended up getting blasted to pieces and needing Greg or somebody else to step in and save the day. He was always the second string, the runner up and if he was lucky he’d win the Silver Medal, never the gold. The fact that these “beings” for lack of a better turn basically told him they where betting on him. “You’re not giving me much of a choice. If I say yes then all this weight gets put on my shoulders. If I say no then I get to live out the rest of my time with the guilt that I let realities die off because I didn’t have the courage.” “You will not have to worry about the guilt Jarrod Lucas. “What do you mean? You’ll erase my mind?” “No. If you do not choose to aid us then you will simply exist as a collection of energy without a home, no place to exist, nowhere to go. You will simply disperse, return to being scattered across the multiverse itself, no conscience, no memory, no guilt. This is not a threat but without your aid then we cannot waste the energy required to return you to life as you know it.” Jarrod inhaled deeply. “Would it hurt.” “It would happen in a moment, you wouldn’t even realize it had occurred.” “As much fun as that sounds I guess I’m too much of a coward to accept just punching out. So while you might sit there and say that I have choice really I don’t. What do I need to do?” “Actions have begun to spread through the realities, changes that will eventually cause them to collapse and rip apart. We require that you set these changes back to normal, to help preserve the realities, to stop them from collapsing. “And how do I get started?” “Before you can begin there is one more thing that we must do. You are in possession of a truly powerful unit. A True W’kar Unit upgraded with the current level of technology of the Creators to help boost its ancient technology. Yet even with these you are weak, far less then you should truly be.” “Yes, I get that I’m not good enough. Thanks for the reminder. My unit isn’t mine. It thinks I’m Greg. Besides it doesn’t even have the W’kar element like his does.” “Even without the element your unit is still immensely under powered for what it should be. We will correct that.” “And how do you plan to…” Jarrod started to ask the question but never had a chance to finished it. From seemingly nowhere a beam of light raced forward and struck his Control Medal. Agony erupted from his medal and spread through his body like acid being poured into his blood. His bones cracked, he could feel his skin erupting into fountains of blood beneath his armor. Slowly and painfully, one piece at a time his armor separated from his skin. As it removed itself it took chunks with it until finally he was nothing left but a bloody mess, a pulp of a human being that looked like they impacted the ground after falling from a sky scraper. Agony wracked his form, it was all he knew and there was nothing else but the gore and the pain. His eyes, or what was left of them looked around and saw a Guyver Unit before him. A mangled hand reached out and touched the unit as it exploded outward and wrapped around his form. Armor reappeared across his skin as it hardened and the familiar form of Fighter Guyver reappeared. The pain slowly faded as his unit repaired the damage, although it did seem to happen faster then normal. “YOU SONS OF BITCHES! YOU RIP OFF MY ****ING ARMOR JUST TO PUT IT BACK ON! IF I COULD FIND YOU I’D KILL YOU!” “Calm yourself Jarrod. We did much more then that. Your unit never fully bonded with you. As such we where able to remove it from you, although had this occurred anywhere else you would not have survived the process. With your unit now it has fully bonded with you, you are its true host and are just that much closer to reaching your full potential. “Yeah but…” “The time for talking is over Jarrod Lucas. A bargain has been made and you will up hold it. You will travel to the reality of the Gigantic Enhanced Warrior Guyver you met previously. A race in this universe known as the Grakken has acquired a Black Unit from your universe. They are at risk of not being able to successfully escape with the unit. You are to make sure they do flee without losing the unit. Now go.” “Wait! What about…?” before he could finish another beam of light hit him and the world around him twisted and faded away. Moments later it returned as Fighter Guyver found himself floating in outer space. A battle raged around him and for a moment he almost felt he had returned to the point when he died. His head sensors searched and he picked up a multitude of beings. Some of them where similar to the Warrior Kavzar he had faced before, no doubt The Creators used these warriors in this universe. They battled every which way with the monstrous four armed creatures and despite their best efforts these creatures where losing. The four armed monsters had to be the Grakkens, the ones he was suppose to help. As his sensors continued to scan they came across something that caught his eye. A massive ship teleported above Earth from the surface as it raced as quickly as it could from the planet. It was clearly important as the alien ships he didn’t recognize maneuvered around to form a wall between the Creator Vessels and warriors while the larger ship moved as far and fast away from the conflict as possible. Despite the tremendous effort these Grakken where putting up the Creators where just too powerful. A hole punched through the Grakkens line and raced towards the larger Grakken ship. Jarrod wasn’t sure how he knew but somehow his brain connected all the dots together. The larger ship had the Black Unit and where trying to escape with it. According to what The Kregen had told him he had to ensure that ship escaped. He didn’t know enough to understand why the larger ship didn’t just teleport away but that wasn’t his concern. His concern was the line of Kavzar that where racing towards the ship to stop its escape. Information and ideas raced through his mind as his armor cloaked itself and he suddenly raced across the open area as fast as his unit could handle. As he approached the Kavzar from behind he cupped his hands and a orb of blue bio-energy appeared formed. He kept moving closer and closer before unleashing a Bio-Wave at the Kavzar. The wall of blue fire from the attack expanded as it crossed the distance so fast the Kavzar barely had time to react before they where engulfed by the flames. The group he attacked had dozens of smaller warriors and several larger versions. The small ones writhed in pain as Jarrod teleported next to them with a mega-smasher already open. The blast ripped into them and just like that the smaller Kavzar where simply gone. Two of the larger ones, Kavzar Commanders, rushed towards him with blades extended. Jarrod let a smile cross his face. he said through his unit, Fighter Guyver’s own Bio-Swords extended with a surge of power as the creator warriors closed the distance. He knew the Kregen had told him that merging fully with his unit would improve his power but it wasn’t for this moment he might not have believed it. His head sensors told him there two warriors where certainly above the strength of most of the guyver’s he had ever come across. Stronger even then the Jy-Taki when they weren’t using their Bio-Energy Doublers. But even with that it appeared to Jarrod like they where moving in slow motion. One chopped its blades at him to strike across his chest. Even as he moved to block he felt the strike but didn’t even make his arm budge as he twisted his right arm to parry a stab from the other. He twisted his wrists and grabbed them both before hurling them away before launching a trio of pressure cannons after them and didn’t even bother to worry about them after that. Fighter Guyver soared through space after the Grakken Mothership and tried to stay ahead of the swarm of Kavzar chasing after it. The Kavzar turned towards Jarrod as he approached and began firing their weapons at him. A shield surrounded Jarrod as the attacks struck it over and over again but none of the pressure cannons, head beams or hand blasts seemed to have the force to punch through. As each attack struck Fighter Guyver could feel his unit drain a tiny portion of each attack as it struck. He could feel that energy swell into his unit as it seemed to build slowly, like filling a buck of water several drops at a time. he mused. He dodged from side to side not wanting the attacks to accumulate to a point where they might actually hurt him. Fighter Guyver responded with firing head beams and pressure cannons back at the Kavzar. He didn’t kill many but the attacks weren’t intended for that. His real goal was to simply distract the Creator Warriors. If he could get them to slow down enough to given the Grakken a chance to escape then he would have done as asked. The Kavzar began to turn towards him and scores of them flew forward with blades extended and pressure cannons charged. When they almost reached him a blast field erupted around Fighter Guyver and he disappeared before emerging behind them as he launched another hail of pressure cannons at the Kavzar and their Commanders. He kept the tactic going until a large group teleported around him and unleashed a hail of attacks that actually broke through his shield and scorched his armor. Fighter Guyver teleported away by the army of warriors simply kept teleporting after him and Fighter Guyver had to use his speed to race away. As more attacks raced at him Jarrod could feel the energy he was draining seem to swell. His armor reached a point where he felt like he had inhaled to the fullest extent he could and his lungs wouldn’t allow to inhale anymore. The energy draining system was still very new to Jarrod but he had to guess it was nearly full. He wasn’t sure how W’kar used the system to generate his immensely powerful attacks but if he had managed to learn how to use it on the fly then so could Fighter Guyver. Fighter Guyver teleported away again and the Creator warriors teleported around him again and this time he was happy because that was exactly what he wanted them to do. Fighter Guyver reached deep down into his armor and tapped the energy store there before he “exhaled” all that power. His armor responded by releasing his blast field. Unlike the standard blast field his armor generated when he teleported through Hyperspace this one was massive and ripped out of him like the detonation of a small nuke. Not expecting the attack most of the Kavzar where just blown to pieces although the ones the farthest away managed to teleport to freedom. His head sensors twitched back and forth and Fighter Guyver turned to watch as the Grakken ship with the Black Unit shimmered and teleported away. Jarrod looked down to see that his blast field attack and burned his armor badly but it had been effective none the less. His armor told him that the Kavzar where starting to race at him in force. Jarrod used turned and let his Bio-Energy Doubler flared to life as he turned and flew off at almost the speed of light into the darkness of space. He wasn’t sure what the Kregen would want next but at least for the first time in a long time Jarrod had managed to come up with a win and do something right.

Yeah I too have hit multiple snags when it comes to writing Yuri's introduction story. Needless to say it'll get done when it gets done. Sorry for the delays and just wanted to let people know that I am still around and still working on the task at hand.

Well like you said for Yuri that should be easy enough, particularly since the story really just needs some editing to make it fit better. I can expand it more if you want, just let me know and it can be ready fairly soon.

It worked! *does the happy dance*

*Bangs head against wall* For some reason I can't find Part 4. Every time I click on it I just get the old version of part 1

OOC: As we patient await the decision to come down from on high from Almighty Sully I figured I would start working on another/longer story to help introduce the Warrior Guyver Universe to Yuri Boyka. Here's just a sneak peek for you guys. Hope you enjoy. Clear Cut Choices “**** that! Marines, WE ARE LEAVING!” the commanded was shouted with the pure authority and willpower that Yuri knew he had over the situation. The Marines heard his command and without another moment of hesitation they released the hold on their weapons and turned to sprint towards the door way. As they filed through one by one as quickly as possible Yuri swung his weapon aside and reached behind him to his rear pack. The last Marine raced through the door way and Yuri turned and followed through. He only moved several feet within before taking the claymore he had removed from his pack and slammed it down as hard as he could into the tile floor of the liquor store. He then armed the explosive and readied the small detonator keyed to the device. Just as he finished he heard a snarl and looked up to see a Ramoth in the door way. He raised his weapon and fired round after round at the creature. As the Ramoth fell more zoanoids where beginning to appear the doorway. He continued to fire until he heard the audible “click” of an empty magazine. The sound of his weapon being out of ammo was like him receiving a green light as he turned and ran. Yuri moved quickly and counted the steps in his head. As he reached the count of ten he gripped the detonator and squeezed the trigger. For the second time in less then an hour an explosion rocked the world behind him. He felt the flash of light and heat behind him as the claymore went off and knocked any intruders backwards. More importantly it caused the doorway and roof of the liquor store to collapse effectively blocking their pursuit for several minutes at least while the zoanoids attempted to either dig through the rubble or go around and find another access point.

I wonder if Sully had any idea what would happen when he put up that very first post for this thread

I appreciate the praise from someone whose stories I enjoy reading so much. As for the last part about him using the Prototype 5 unit that is perfectly fine with me. Of course now that there has been mention of a Stealth Warrior Guyver Unit I might argue that he'd be perfect for that unit, especially since with a unit like that his role in the ACTF wouldn't even change that much and it would blend with his personality and style. Just a thought but in all honestly I'd be happy either way you decided to go.

Blood slowly crept across the floor of the massive mainframe control room. For a room that was suppose to be dedicated to the simple storage and processing of encrypted data it had certainly seen its fair share of violence in the last several minutes. While cries of terror, screams of anger and the slowly gasps of inevitable death had echoed through the room only moments before now all that could be heard was the gentle hiss of the air-conditioning system as it did its best to keep the massive computers from overheating and losing the precious data they retained within their metallic frames. Yuri Boyka took a moment to wipe the blood off his combat knife before quietly slipping it back into the sheath at his back. A quick moment to check his gear allowed him to access the situation. Currently he still retained his anti-zoanoid pistol, a scaled down and upgraded design of the prototype weapons the ACTF had designed for use against the low-level zoaforms a short time ago. While he ammunition was limited he still had enough to make the weapon useful should the situation arise. Along with the pistol and his knife he had several high explosive grenades and two flashbangs. Neither of the grenade types he carried seemed to have little direct affect on even low level zoanoids he might still find a use for them after he completed his assignment. In addition to the armament he also had in his pockets several portable data hubs which where key to his mission. The building shook for a moment and Yuri instinctively spread his feet more to absorb the energy and keep himself standing effortlessly on the balls of his feet. As he looked around at the various technicians that now they lay dead or dying on the floor he realized just how contrasting their appearance was to his own. While the men on the ground appeared to be typical Americanized slobs Yuri's body appeared to be forged from solid steel. Hard muscles where draped across a compact form that while they belied an impressive strength they where crafted to avoid being excessively bulky and possibly interfering with his movement. His skin was a mixture between heavily tanned from a recent operation in Columbia to the gentle fading back to his typically pale tones he usually displayed. His face had been remade so many times he had a hard time remembering what it looked currently but he did know that it was designed through thousand of compiled images to be as "normal" or "bland" as possible. Anyone staring him directly in the eyes would be hard pressed to pick him out of crowd minutes later no matter how pressured they might be. His hair currently was in his favorite style, a short military mohawk with the rest of his head shaved clear down to the skin. The one feature he would never allow anyone to change though where his eyes. A piercing cobalt blue they seemed to have the effect of transmitting the bitter winter cold of Siberia, his homeland, into anyone he forced to stare within their icy depths. A flash of light from down the hallway caught his attention and drew him back to the task at hand. With a gentle grace he slid across the room as he stepped effortlessly over several bodies as he moved in front of the mainframe's main access point. He reached down and opened a pocket on his thigh and retrieved the first of three portal portal hubs and connected it to the mainframe. A nearby screen displayed the process of the data being being transferred to the portable hub and a rough estimate of the time it would require to finish the process. Yuri ran the numbers in his head and determined that he should be able to extract himself from the room and the building before anybody even knew he was there. More flashes of light and screams came from the same hallway and he knew the that his well provided "distraction" may be moving ahead of schedule or simply faster then the analysts had believed was possible. Most men might curse this possible turn in luck or begin to worry about being discovered Yuri was not most men. The possible discovery by Guyver US was simply another piece of data in this assignment and when it came time to deal with this deviation from the plan he would in the most efficient manner possible. This aspect of his personality wasn't something he had been born with but instead it had been engraved into his very bones through years of rigorous training and indoctrination. He swapped out the first hub for the second and checked the timer on the screen to ensure it still ran smoothly. The data continued to transfer over and before he knew it he was putting the third and final hub into the mainframe. The transfer was complete and Yuri secured all three hubs back into the same side pocket that had been retrieved from. He moved outside of the mainframe and took a moment to grab the three high explosive grenades from his belt and with a practiced ease from an action he had performed thousands of times over he lobbed the three grenades into various parts of the room. He slammed shut the door to the room just as the explosives went off. The extreme concussive force and heat from the explosions within the tight confines of the room would destroy almost every last piece of computerized storage within the room. With the cover of this being a guyver attack on a Chronos outpost the zoalords would chock the lost of the mainframe up to the guyver and would never be the wiser that tremendous amounts of valuable information had been stolen from right beneath their noses. He moved at a pace that somehow crossed between a run and a jog without making his movements seem frantic. As he passed down several halls and familiar doorways he kept close attention to anything that might come from around a corner and thankfully he did. Before he even realized why he ducked beside a stray file cabinet. It was good that he did because a heartbeat later two figures came out from a side room moving back towards the mainframe. The first figure was a standard technician complete with a shoulder bag filled with equipment and tools and seemed to be quite unnerved by the situation. The second was a lumbering hulk of teeth, fur and claws that had been classified as a Ramoth. They where standing between Yuri and the final doorway he needed to exit through and picked this as the most opportune time to stop and chat at the water cooler. "Come on meat," the Ramoth growled at the smaller technician, "this place is practically coming down on top of our heads." "Hey!" the smaller man responded, "Not all of use where blessed with an eight foot tall frame, incredible strength and unwavering stamina. Considering how far we've run already to retrieve the data on the mainframe you can give me a second at least to catch my breath. One of us has to be the brains of this assignment after all." The Ramoth glared for a moment and flexed his claws like he was prepared to rip the human's head from its shoulders but managed to keep control of itself. "Fine but hurry up. Last thing I want is to run into that Guyver that's tearing apart the others." The human leaned against the wall and took a moment to steady his breathing. Yuri didn't have time for this, his schedule was closely dictated and he was dangerously close to falling behind. Without another thought he drew the anti-zoanoid sidearm from its sheath and stepped out from behind the file cabinet and fired a round at the hulking beast. His unfamiliarity with the weapon caused the shot to go slightly astray and instead of drilling the beast directly between the eyes it caught a glancing shot to the side of the head. It stumbled back as Yuri felt the vibration from the discharged travel up his arm and into his shoulder. Not wanting to risk another single handed shot with the powerful weapon he raced forward. The human turned and stared at him with eyes that expanded to the size of dinner plates and didn't even try to run. Yuri curled the fingers of his left up so that they pressed against the top of his palm and with a surge of strength he slammed the heel of his palm into the upper lip/nose of the man's face and the power of the blow transferred upwards driving the sinus bone clear up and into the brain. He spun around and found the Ramoth holding its damaged skull and growling in pain. Before it could strike Yuri took the pistol in his right hand and land up a clear shot with the proper bracing he needed before the next shot tore through its brain and killed it. Within moments it had already started to dissolve but by then Yuri was already past the remains and out the door. Yuri raced out into the night and could see the fires burning all around the outpost Chronos had desperately tried to set up off the grid and away from detection of the ACTF. It had been a previous assignment of Yuri's that had located this outpost and gave the ACTF a perfect target for their guyver to wipe off the planet after he retrieved what he needed from them. Yuri now ran at full speed through the night. His vision even in the dark was impressive and he moved across the open wilderness with ease avoiding stray branches, small divots and stray rocks that could normally give someone a fractured ankle moving at the speeds he was. He took several quick glances at his watch which displayed his longitude and latitude. As soon as he was at the assigned location he scanned the ground and found a stray piece of rope in color that matched both the darkness and the ground. Unless someone knew to look for it they would never have spotted it. He wrapped the rope around his fingers and with a heave he pulled out the bag that had been buried. He quickly stripped down to his bare essentials as he removed his black ops clothing and replaced them with a standard issue Army uniform complete with a name tag and color brass that denoted him the rank of corporal. He retrieved the three hubs from his previous set of pants and thanks to some judicious use of duct that was also located in the bag he secured each one to a different spot as he hid them on his body, one on the inner thigh, another on the small of his back and the third he placed in the bag he had retrieved. Yuri placed the clothes, weapons and the hub into the bag and placed it back into the ground before he piled the dirt back over the bag. Someone else would retrieve the bag after he left and with the hub within it ensured at least some of the data would make it back to the ACTF should he be captured. Yuri broke into a run again as he raced towards a different set of coordinates. As he traveled over the ground he saw the lights of the helicopter as its pilot landed gently onto the open plain. He approached from the north side of the helicopter and without a word he slipped onto the bird. The crew jumped slightly but had been expecting him so they said nothing as he appeared seemingly from the darkness that surrounded them. He wiped the sweat and dirt from his face and did his best to control his breathing and blend in with the rest of the flight crew. From the south side of the helicopter appeared a creature that could have been from one of the tales of demons and monsters that consumed small children his mother use to tell him when trying to convince to be a good boy and not misbehave. The being was shaped like a man but he could tell clearly it wasn't. From the report he had read this had to be Guyver US. One moment the monstrous figure stood before him, the next was accompanied by a flash of light as suddenly the armored form disappeared and standing before him was man who could barely be considered more then a child. The face of the boy denoted a seriousness to him that Yuri recognized as someone who had seen things that would either break a man or forge him into a true warrior. Apparently the boy had gone through fire and come out tougher for it. As he was scrutinizing he noticed the boy was staring back. He decided to say something to avoid seeming suspicious. With a skill he had practiced time and time again he buried his native Russian accent and replaced with more of a southern drawl that seemed to be considered standard for most military men. "Mission accomplished sir?" he asked with genuine curiosity. Guyver US, whose real name he didn't know, stared at him for a moment before taking a heavy sigh as he responded. "Yeah," he said with almost a look of relief, "Chronos certainly will be upset at the lost of this outpost. Although what they where trying to hide it still unknown." Yuri glanced over his the boy's shoulder and caught a glimpse of the carnage and destruction Guyver US and brought onto Chronos. "Well sir," he said with a soft grin, "I sure am glad you're on our side." Sadly enough that might have been the most honest thing Yuri had said to someone in a really long time. ******************************************************** Yuri had remained silent for the rest of the helicopter flight back to main ACTF Headquarters. Once he had debarked from vehicle he mingled about for a moment and went through several meaningless tasks like unloading the chopper before finding the opportune moment to slip away. As soon as he could he presented himself to his handler and was taken to be debriefed by General Carter himself. The General presented himself as a military man who had spent his entire life in dedication to his country, a devotion Yuri could certainly respect. "So Mr. Boyka," General Carter began as he read over Yuri's file. While this wasn't the first assignment he had performed for the ACTF this was the first meeting with its leader and some would say its heart and soul at the moment. When the rest of world had run around like chickens with their heads cut off carter had made the decision to stand his ground and fight against an enemy he couldn't possibly defeat. It was this courage that brought Yuri into his service through an agreement between the ACTF and his home country. "Well it says here you certainly have an interesting back ground. Born in Siberia on a collective work farm you spent most of your life in what many people would consider hard labor. By the time you where sixteen you lied about your age, not a hard thing to do considering how in shambles the infrastructure of Mother Russia was in at the time, and joined the military. You showed skill as a marksman and received special training as a sniper. This combined with a life time of surviving in one of the harshest climates on the planet made you an expert in getting into the difficult areas to nail targets no one could seem to even find. While you don't have a perfect record you do still have an impressive success rate none the less. Seeing you as an asset you where transfered over to the intelligence division where you began training in black ops. At this point a lot of the information about you is blacked out and apparently your government doesn't trust me enough to give us that information. Needless to say once "X" Day occurred they decided your skills could be put to better uses here and contracted you out to us. So far you've done exceptionally well Mr. Boyka." Without another word Carter closed the file and simply seemed to stare at Yuri for a moment. Yuri kept his gaze but after a moments thoughts realized the man was waiting for him to speak. "Da, what you say is true enough." he had no need to hide his true accent from the man who knew more about him then anyone else in this entire country besides his handler. "But you did not call me into dis room to discuss what you read in file." Carter smiled and crossed his hands together, interlocking his fingers as he leaned forward. "Correct. As I read your file I see a man with incredible skill and who has proven to be an asset to both myself and the ACTF. Now with the addition of Guyver US to our ranks I find that you're usefulness could grow but I have some concerns. While I want to use you and I have absolutely no desire to place my trust in some soulless Russian killing machine that doesn't even have a conscience. Is that what you are Mr. Boyka because I need to know before we can move forward together in our attempts to defeat Chronos and free both my country and yours." Yuri contemplated the words the General had said and found himself respecting the man even more as they continued this exchange of words. "Many people see those trained by my government as mindless drones. They see our devote loyalty and willingness to serve as making us 'soulless' as you say. This is far from truth as we take our love and pride for our home and use it as fuel for the fire that burns in our hearts and allows us to justify what we do. We do as asked because we know it is necessary but we are far from the monsters some make us out to be. I assure you General that I am far from an emotionless robot, far from it indeed. I simply know when the time for my emotions are needed and when they are not. Now your choice to trust me is your own but I assure you that should you do so it will not be one you will ever come to regret." OOC: Just an attempt to show you what I had as an idea for a character. If you like it I can post up my datafile for the guyver unit later. Lemme know either way.

Any chance you managed to scrounge up some time and can post the whole Datafile in detail?

Just an update I'm still working on the fic and it is coming along nicely in my opinion. Glad to see that there is some interest for this. Hopefully I should have part 1 on my fanfic finished in a few weeks.

Hello all, so here is a very rough draft of a fanfic I am currently working on. Hopefully you will enjoy...... Disclaimer: This Fan Fic is based on created by Yoshiki Takaya and contains violent situations with adult language. I did not create Fighter Guyver II, Dreadnought, W’Kar, The Kregen, The Grakken and many others. This fiction has been created solely for fan fiction purposes. The idea for this Fan Fiction was inspired by the creative geniuses of the writers of The Warrior Guyver fan Fiction and The Great War of The Guyver’s Fan Fiction. I thank them for all their efforts. The Next Round He was going to die. This wasn’t like those other moments in his life when death seemed like a possible outcome in a fight. This time he knew for a fact and without a doubt that he was about to leave this world and hopefully pass on into the pearly gates of heaven. Chaos ensued all around him as his friends, his family and even some of his old enemies battled against the amassed forces of the Creators. The ruthless dictators of most of the known universe had decided that they had become tired of the trouble the tiny blue planet had caused them and made the choice to end all life on Earth. While the army they had brought was small in comparison to the endless forces they had at their disposal it certainly seemed like enough to achieve the goals. Hundreds of Jy-taki had attacked the forces of Earth and while they had made a valiant effort they would have been destroyed right then and there. Earth’s forces had already suffered loss as Alkanphal had given his life to stop the Creator’s Super Weapon from hitting Earth. Fortunately assistance had come from Zass the Aqua Guyver and a group known as the AAR. With an army of Guyvers they had managed to overwhelm the Jy-taki. For a heartbeat it almost seemed like they had one the battle when suddenly the Jy-taki crystals formed into Orobouras, the strongest warriors of the Creator Army. Within seconds they had tore apart the help from the AAR. “This day just can’t get any better.” Jarrod Lucas muttered under his breath. He was thankful for the fact that he had a modified version of W’Kar’s unit at this point. He had been fighting for hours already and with the arrival of so many Orobouras it didn’t look like either him or any of the others would have a chance for a reprieve any time soon. Sheathed in the armored form of Fighter Guyver II he managed to dodge aside as an Orobouras fired a handbeam at him. “Ok ugly,” he said to the giant monster, “let’s do this.” Fighter Guyver II extended his Bio-Swords and moved at top speed towards the beast. It extended its own blades and slashed towards his throat. Fighter Guyver ducked beneath the swipe and tore a line down the Orobouras’s side as he continued to move at high speed. Moving past the Orobouras he turned rapidly and launched a Pressure Cannon into its spine. Taken by surprise the beast flinched and grimaced in pain and Jarrod followed up the attack with a barrage of Pressure Cannons each of them with the strength of Guyver’s Megasmashers and the gravity orbs tore chunk after from the Orobouras’s body. With impressive speed the creature turned and fired a barrage of head and forearm beams as several managed to pierce his armor. “I don’t have time for this.” Jarrod said through grit teeth and a blastfield erupted around his body and he disappeared into hyperspace. The Orobouras turned this way and that as it tried to scan for him. Suddenly it felt a blastfield behind it and turned to come face to face with Fighter Guyver II’s megasmashers. Before it could react the beam of intense power tore forward and reduced its skull and control crystal into nothing more than free floating atoms. The green colored warrior brushed imaginary dust off his hands when suddenly his headsensors twitch and draw his attention to the newest development. The Science Relic that fired the beam that killed Alkanphal seemed to recover from the its previous attempt to fire the weapon as energy begins to swirl in front of it once again. As he scans around he realizes that everyone else is to entangled with their own battles against the Orobouras to try and prevent the weapon from firing. With no other option Jarrod swallowed hard as he realized he has to stop the massive weapon, if not his planet, his race, everything he cared about in this dimension that wasn’t even his own would be destroyed. Plus The Accolade with its precious cargo had yet to make it to safety. It was all on him and he had no intention of letting all those depending on him down. His blastfield erupted again as he moved through Hyperspace and appeared directly in the path of the beam. Focusing every piece of willpower and determination in his body he raised the most powerful shield his unit had ever produced and began charging his Mega Smashers as the plates opened wide and summoned as much power as they could possibly hold. His spiked shoulders began to glow with intense power as he used his Bio-Energy Doubler to boost his power as much as possible and forced himself to become as strong as he could possibly manage. Before he knew the beam collided with his shields head on. At this moment of the utmost importance he heard his brother’s voice in his ears as his unit broadcasted what would probably be the last words he ever heard. “YOU ****ING IDIOT! EVEN ALKANPHAL COULDN’T STOP IT, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN?!?!?!” Jarrod managed to let a grin spread across his face even as he gritted his teeth against the tremendous force that slammed into his shields. Despite the immense power he had put into them in his boosted form it felt like using a wall of toilet paper to try and stop a hurricane. “Eh, who knows?” The final words he said back to his brother. If he had the chance he would have told Greg to have a little faith and laughed at the enraged response he would’ve received for making a comment like that at a time like this. However he didn’t have the luxury of using extra words at the moment. The beam tore through his shields and in that moment he fired his Mega Smashers. White hot power slammed into the beam of intense power. For a moment Fighter Guyver II actually thought he might have a chance at stopping the Creator’s Attack when he senses another power surge and the beam pushes forward and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Beneath his armor Jarrod shut his eyelids and felt the beam strike his armor as his word erupted into pure agony. Nothing else existed but the searing agony as it consumed his body. While the process felt like it was tearing him apart molecule by molecule, piece by piece over the course of hours he knew that it took less than a second. As quickly as he had been consumed by the agony did the intense pain cease. The first thing Fighter Guyver II realized is that he didn’t feel any different. He had always assumed when someone died a feeling of weightlessness would come over them and they would just “float” up to heaven. Apparently that wasn’t true at all as he still felt like the same bag of meat that had woken up that very morning and flew off to save his race. The next thing he realized was that his eyes where still closed and he couldn’t see anything. Strange that even in death his eyelids would block his vision. Curious as to what the afterlife looked like Jarrod slowly opened his eyes and certainly wasn’t prepared for what he was about to witness. Chaos, pure in its simplicity it seemed as if all reality had just torn itself apart and reformed in whatever shape it felt comfortable with for a few milliseconds before it ripped apart again. It felt like he was in space but the background of the landscape changed color every moment so quickly that he didn’t even have a chance to realize what color it currently was. As he turned his head he saw a myriad of orbs floating and swirling in every direction conceivable. Connecting this orbs in an interlocking web so complicated it made his head spin and a wave of vertigo forced bile into his throat as he tried to figure out how they where all connected. One thing was for certain with a landscape like this, he hadn’t died and gone to heaven. No it was painfully obvious that he was trapped in Hell. The entire scene was so overwhelming he felt his sanity start to tear apart and his hands clasped the side of his head in frustration as he screamed in agony. As he screamed he realized that he was still wearing his unit! Focusing the sensation of his armored hands as they clasped his head he felt his own mind slowly settle as it diverted all attention onto that one singular sensation. Jarrod tried to force all his attention on this sensation like the calm in the storm and wasn’t prepared for what happened next. He heard someone speak. “Greetings Jarrod Lucas.” His hands moved away from his head as he felt the words reach his ears. “What the hell? Is there actually someone here?” he said as his hand moved back and forth as his headsensors desperately tried to determine the source of the words. “Indeed there is brother of The W’Kar. We are here as we have always been.” “And where might that be?” “Described in terms that you can actually comprehend we are currently at the ‘center’ of the Multiverse. The crossroads of all existence where every reality, every dimension, every possibility, everywhere and every when meets in the tangled web that is existence itself. It is here that we exist, it is here that we have brought you.” “Exciting,” he said sarcastically even though he knew he really should try and be more respectful and serious about the situation, “and who the hell are you?” he asked the strange voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. “We are,” the voice replied, “The Kregen.”

Okay then. While alot of the stuff that has been discuseed kind of flies right over my head by here is my idea. I may not understand what these stones are I do have a guess as to when they where created. So given the facts that they originate in the GWOTG Universe and where created a long time ago, I can only think of one event that might meet that criteria. The first activation of the W'kar unit. I'm not sure how, why or what they are but I believe that when Ai-Talis activated the W'kar unit after the W'kar Element was introduced into it somehow created the stones. According to Greg "Ai-talis was able to things the creators had never seen, power not thought to exist." (Meeting of the Warriors for a reference). Since thi, if I guessed right, occured after the the Element was added it makes me believe that the crystals are somehow connected to The Element itself. Maybe the reason they are so diverse and powerful is because the stones are actually segmented representations of the W'kar Element itself. Since the element can only be formed with the birth of a planet maybe the reason it is so powerful is because it represents the fundamental forces of the planet itself and takes the massive amounts of energy and potential and focuses it into an immensely condescened and amazingly powerful substance. This might explain why the stones each have various properties because they are linked to fundamental forces that combine together to comprise the W'kar Element, The Black stone being gravity, the one Zarfel found being lightning/electromagnetic and I have no idea which one Wynd found might be. However that's what I came up with, I might be wrong but eh, at least I tried.

So I was bored and looked up some information about a Guyver that I personally like alot known as Reaper Guyver. Everything seemed the same as always until I clicked on his Creator Datafile and it listed him as a Eve Type Darmon Energy Battle Unit. Darmon? As in the evil crystal that made Jenny run a complete muck right? Does this mean that the Reaper unit is based on what the Creators know of the Darmon Crystal or perhaps is this an attempt at harnessing its power? Im curious about the ties between this unit and the crystal. Any thoughts/help?

Tough choice. Both where really good entries but in the end its gots ta be RABID!

an enforcer is closer to dreadnought then zeus. They are certainly nothing to sneeze at. I am interested in seeing when/if the creators attack earth having Dreadnought face off against multiple 25x (or whatever the revised stat is).

Back to a previous comment about the stories. Each part begins and ends with a time. At first i thought it was local time just to give you a perspective of how long everything took. However after re-reading I notcied that the number is winding down. I think the numbers at the beginning and the end of each part is the count down to when Jason activates the WG Unit. I dont know what the plan is but it would particularly evil on some part to have part three end simply with 0:00:00 as the unit activates onto Jason. I guess we will have to wait and see.

I'm not sure how they meant it but in my refrence I believe the new mega smashers for WG should match the new hyper smashers for the Gigantic. I am one of those who is concerned about the fic becoming to DBZ like yet as it was stated before and as is evident in the manga that even at 100x the hyper smashers still do not do tremendous amounts of damage and dont seem to be a threat to the earth. I believe that the changes to the fic should involve an improvement of the lower level units such as standard guyvers, gigantics, warrior guyvers, nova guyvers, etc etc with some changes to the more powerful ones like Dreadnought, Zeus, Tonnin, Dark Nova, etc etc. Despite the tremendous power of the mega smashers Dreadnought would still be strong enough to defeat a Gigantic Guyver. All in all I think it will force the more powerful guyvers to fight smarter, if your mega smashers can tear huge chunks from the earth you would only want to use it as a last resort. Fights would require more stragety and it would mean that people who have to learn the art of combat, a two bit smuck who relies on opening a chest plate to defeat his opponents would be more harm then help when it comes to higher level characters.

As far as the new WG and WG 2 for Chronicles i got just a few opinions. Warrior Guyver Strength Somewhat less then Gigantic Guyver Speed: Faster Weapons: more powerful Mega Smasher: Same as Gigantic's but able to fire faster, longer and more frequently. Stamina: Greater Durability: Greater when shields are fully powered. I think armor and body shield should provide somewhat greater durability but not just completely out of the park. I think this would be a good match up. Since the Gigantic Guyver was merely a fluke it might have a tremendous amount of raw power at its beck and call. However the Warrior Guyver should be a more focused form of that tremendous power, given that the unit was designed to be a Warrior its level and abilities should reflect that. Think of it like comparing a body builder to a special forces soldier. The body builder is big and powerful and can do quite a bit of damage, but the soldier is trained for battle and in a combat situation would do much better and be more dangerous then someone not trained for the situation. Warrior Guyver 2 Same stats as the Warrior Guyver, however the CPM makes it capable of boosting the character to higher levels temporarily. I think the CPM should have more emphasis on its abilities as a weapon then its power to boost the physical stats. In all honesty it wasnt Jason's physical stats that helped him beat the GZ, it was his superior weapons system and I think both units should help refelct that even if they have different weapons systems. Well there ya have it folks, but that's just my opinion but what do I know?