Aranor

Eliminator was not necessarily loyal to Alkanphel. Alkanphel simply gave the matrix the command to create something capable of defeating FWG. He didn't say do that then come back to me and await my next command. Also, being as complex as the matrix is I am curious, IF, eliminator was to be loyal, could the matrix not have given him the ability to distinguish between dimensional differences? And possibly know that this Alkanphel is not the one responsible for his creation? As for Alkanphel, his mental abilities are immense, there is no doubt. So he is not ignorant of what is happening to him should he be consious. If he is unconsious it was something powerful to do so. Being consious he is either aware of what is occuring to him or he has been subdued and has been turned into what he was meant to be. The general of the creators army. So I'm guessing he knows he is getting more power or some sort of armor upgrade and is allowing it to happen, or he is now a creator grunt. If something was happening that he did not like I am sure he is more than capable of breaking through the caccoon.

Oh...okay. And here I almost had doubts for a minute.

Indeed it will. Just like doing 90 on the interstate then taking the offramp and having to do 40. Makes you feel like you are crawling. But the sheer numbers is just overwhelming. Especially going from the vast void of space, even if it is just outside of the atmosphere, to with the atmosphere. Almost like taking the battle from 3D to 2D.

I was suposed to go into the navy, Advanced Eletronics technician. MEPS sent me home due to recurring ingrown toe nail............ I congratulate you on serving during these times. Back to topic, I think Jason simply hasn't the time to think. Sure he can pause time but how much good does it do when he can not move about and interact? His mind is simply held up with "Stop them from getting the ship."

Correct. Basically, each time the unit is summoned I would guess, having to repair the host to its recorded form it would recognize a problem and remove it.

Wow.....not sure if I want to ask or not.......

Zeo, how about from this perspective. We know the unit basically brings the host back to the state of first bonding. Clothes, scars etc are not damaging the host. HIV though is degrading the health of the host. Each time the host summons the unit repair is needed. Do you think the unit would then distinguish this as something damaging to the host and remove it? Just another way of looking at it.

Alright...bad example. How about being attacked by a hundred brawlers and trying to remember which beer bottle on which table was yours. And the blnde is a transexual who just joined the fight against you.

Or he could be a Master Zoalord enhanced Kavzar warrior guyver with a gigantic upgrade. We simply don't know. But definitely not something to dismiss.

How about Alkanphel coming out of his coccoon with some sort of gigantic upgrade and wreaks holy hell on the Grakken, then turns his attention on Dreadnaught and this new Guyver/W'Kar. I'm sure a pissed off Gigantic Guyver Alkanphel could manage to irritate Greg a little. Especially when Alkanphel is a buddy from home. Not here.

The main problem with that is time. Something Jason does not have right now and that includes time to think about something like that. Let's say you were at a bar and got in a fight with three hundred bikers. Would you have time to think about the blonde at the end of the bar sitting by herself? Probably not. That is the kind of predicament Jason is in only magnified by three million or so. And now a river gang is possibly approaching.

Found this article on our internal web at work. Not quite Control medal technology but getting there. Atomic computing Nanotech breakthroughs pave the way for the ultra-small If an 80GB iPod can store up to 100 hours of video, imagine the possibility of a similar device able to hold 30,000 feature length films. IBM has taken a couple of steps in that direction with results featured in two research papers being published in the same issue of Science; a rare occurrence that highlights the significance of these breakthroughs. Building on IBM's rich nanotech past Research continues to break new ground with two major scientific achievements that could permanently alter the way computing works. The first paper focuses on our milestone in understanding atomic magnetism, bringing single-atom data storage closer to reality. The second paper sheds light on single-molecule switching, which could lead to molecular computers. What does this mean? It means that storing enormous amounts of information on a single atom and the idea of a computer comprised of just a few molecules is no longer just the stuff of science fiction. While this type of work still falls squarely in the realm of exploratory science, it will enable scientists at IBM and elsewhere to continue moving forward in the field of nanotechnology – the exploration of building structures and devices out of ultra-tiny components as small as a few atoms or molecules. Such devices might be used as future computer chips, storage devices, sensors and for applications nobody has imagined yet. "One of the beauties of doing exploratory science is that by researching one area, you sometimes stumble upon other areas of major significance," said Gerhard Meyer, senior researcher in the nanoscale science group at the IBM Zurich lab, commenting on the discovery of two hydrogen atoms inside a naphthalocyanine molecule that can do switching. "Although the discovery of this breakthrough was accidental, it may prove to be significant for building the computers of the future." The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not 'Eureka!', but 'That's funny...' - Isaac Asimov This "accidental" discovery happened while the Research team had been screening various molecules for their suitability in molecular switches, the tests were not to observe switching, but rather to examine molecular vibrations and how those would affect devices operating at the atomic level. During those tests, the team observed results that were intriguing for switching at the molecular scale, and they shifted their focus from studying vibrations to studying switching, leading to this breakthrough. How does it work? In the first report out of the Almaden Research Lab, the scientists describe major progress in probing a property called magnetic anisotropy in individual atoms. This fundamental measurement has important technological consequences because it determines an atom’s ability to store information. Previously, nobody had been able to measure the magnetic anisotropy of a single atom. With further work it may be possible to build structures consisting of small clusters of atoms, or even individual atoms, which could reliably store magnetic information. Perhaps more importantly, the breakthrough could lead to new kinds of structures and devices that are so small they could be applied to entirely new fields and disciplines beyond traditional computing. In the second report, out of the Zurich Research Lab, the scientists unveiled the first single-molecule switch that can operate flawlessly without disrupting the molecule's outer frame -- a significant step toward building computing elements at the molecular scale that are vastly smaller, faster and use less energy than today's computer chips and memory devices. In addition to switching within a single molecule, the researchers also demonstrated that atoms inside one molecule can be used to switch atoms in an adjacent molecule, representing a rudimentary logic element. This is possible partly because the molecular framework is not disturbed. Article published by Research.

I mean not to step on anyones toes by any means. Simply offering my thoughts on how it could have happened. I spent a lot of time playing and thinking about Legacy of Kain series. Lots of hours wasted. If anyone is interested I did write a fan fic in an attempt to finalize the story on the eidos forums http://forums.eidosgames.com/showthread.php?t=64556 I will gather and offer some thoughts a little later. (Work is over, time for playing on the internet isjust about done.)

I can agree with that. What I am trying to figure out is, a world in which life is supposed to have not existed. A being of great power came from its future. This can't be as something can not come from nothing. So who set the paradox in motion. While we all are seeing the fingers pointed at Jason because he is the one whom we see as the one who performed the act. However he would not have done so if not instructed. And no signs of time dissipating as he asked how they could be sure it was him. I'm thinking that perhaps initially it was another warrior guyver whom interveined. Then when Solom sent Jason back the original could witness his intervention was no longer needed. Hence we also see that Solom is dead and the possibility of relaying that it may not have been Jason who was the one to intervein is left to the cosmos.

Curious question. If Dreadnaughtis the nexus of the paradox, who is the one that allowed the world to exist when there should not have been a world from which dreadnaught was born? Possibly a Kregen degenarate throwing a wrench into things for some fun? Perhaps total destruction of the world is not what happens? Simply what we are led to believe would have happened. Just some thoughts, guyver zoaloard destroys the creators not realising all life was not destroyed. Human eventually form a civilization on the world and thrive. Without Alkanphel to meddle things someone stumbles onto the ancient warship and activates the warrior unit. Fleeing creators stumble upon the life on Earth finding what they hope could stop the Guyver zoalord possibly during a time when it was weaker and with a prototype Matrix allows for this warrior guyver to go back in time to battle the guyver zoalord. Now the civilization that allowed this warrior guyver never formed and a new host will find the unit. For the creators to live on it must happen. Thus upon activation of the warrior guyver unit the host is sent back in time to fight and defeat the guyver zoalord. Now for this mess, since the original host was never born, Jason is to blame. Or not. To better understand time paradoxes I suggest working your way through the legacy of Kain series. It will really help to confuse the hell out of your.

Cool. It would be kinda nice to see more of the story from the perspective of other characters. Kinda like the way Robert Jordan writes the wheel of time series.

http://www.moller.com/legi.htm Check out some of the videos. The first one is crap, obviously animated of what it could be used for. The others are real.

Thanks, I shal keep that in mind.

Just curious, let's take the ship Jason has stored away and say whatever model it may or may not become, war ship, clan ship, space station, fighter ship, SUV (Space Utility Vehicle). It had a unit in it. Is it possible the ship upon command has the ability to grow new units? The ship control medals we have encountered show the ability to enhance units, why not grow them? Perhaps the rooms in which they are stored is designed for this.

Sorry about that. It had indents when I copied it. I just went and tried to edit it but the indents still did not come out. Anyway I put line spaces between paragraphs. Hope that helps.

Had to double post, too long for a single post. Enjoy again! Two hours later: Craig turns his head, Dart can hear as well. Dart, Craig, if you can hear me, they're coming. We have what looks like six large vessels on our radar. And a lot of smaller ones. Too many to count." "Thanks Chris." Craig says. "Alright. If those smaller vessels are like the one I was in then we can expect six Guyben in each. If there are a hundred of them then that means six hundred. Who knows how many in the larger ships. These things are hard to kill. Their weakness so far as I could tell is the silver orb in the center of their forehead. Make sure this is known. You can cut their heads off and they heal. Destroy that medal and they die. Rhaijan, Shiara, I want you two to go to Seles and keep an eye out there. Duke, Evalyn, I want you two to go and monitor the Capital city Mayfil. Armont and Ethena, I want you two to go and keep an eye on Fletz. Craig and Rhunac. Go meet up with Chris. He can monitor the situation and let us all know where to go. Each group has one who can teleport. Take care of one another. This is a battle to end all battles. Keep the heads clear. Go!" Dart looks to Charle. "You should stay here and protect this area with your people. Viraan, you should protect your new home." "Our new home is not yet a home. We stay and fight with you." "Alright. Just remember not to get too close. Craig, do we have a confirmed landing yet?" "No Dart. They all seem to be heading in one direction. Looks like it is....towards you guys." "drenn!" Dart looks around. This city is no place to stand and fight something like that. "Charle. We can not fight them here. There is no room. This city will surely be destroyed." "Where then would you suggest?" "The desert around the Divine Tree. There's plenty of room." "Yes, but will the human soldiers survive its heat?" "They might have to. Get your fleet ready." "They are." Charle leads Dart and the Viraan to the training grounds. Precious time is wasted but Dart is pleased with what he sees. Nearly one thousand Wingly soldiers awaiting orders. "They are at your disposal." "Alright. Make sure they know the Guyben's weakness. We go to the desert now." Dart opens a portal. At first wide enough for a single person then begins to grow. It stops when it reaches both sides of the training fields nearly half a mile wide. Charle gives the signal to enter. Deep in the desert in front of the Divine Tree the portal opens. A legion of Wingly soldiers march out, their backs to the great tree. The small army of Viraan follows. Dart and Charle walk through behind the soldiers closing the portal. Charle walks over to the commanding officer and explains to him what they are about to face. He in turn is ordered to spread the word making sure everyone knows. "Everyone" Dart says "make your way to the Divine Tree. Craig, make sure Chris can get the human army here as soon as possible. And bring any hard hitting weaponry they have." All reply with acknowledgement. The Dragoons begins teleporting into the desert in pairs. When the last appears Darts looks to them "Alright, these things are here to wipe life of this world. If anyone is going to let loose make sure there are none of our people around. We don't need to be helping them. Craig, how is the human army coming?" "They are nearly ready. It will take them two hours to get here by flight." "Not god enough. Chris, can you hear me?" "Yes Dart." "When you get in the air let me know. I will try to transport everyone here myself." "Yes sir." A large shadow begins covering the desert. Everyone looks to the sky. The vessel approaching is huge and growing as it descends. Everyone save Dart and Duke who had seen one before begins to stir. Dart can sense an overwhelming urge for people to run. Where to? Charle begins reassuring her commanders. The Viraan while in awe seem not to fear the object. Suddenly a cry is heard as a Wingly is cut in half. Those around it begin fighting the Guyben. A Wingly is seen throwin into the air above the others. A ball of fire explodes as the Winglies retaliate. "Its started." Charle says in a calm voice. A Guyben appears before Dart. He draws his sword as it fires a head laser at him. The laser is redirected skyward by his natural shielding. He swings only to have the armored soldier stand there letting the sword hit it. The sword does nothing. It grabs for his arm but he catches its wrist with his free hand. Its other hand grabs his sword arm. Now locked in a show of strength Dart struggles. In a quick move he pulls back rolling to the ground and throwing the Guyben with his feet. The Guyben seemingly floats as it flips landing on its feet now with one reverse sword extended. Darts eyes glow as energy forms around him. A hue of multi colored energy swirling about condensing into his Dragoon form. His sword enhanced as well now looking like it was grown rather than forged. His armor gray with near clear wings. His sword gray, the back rigid with scaled smoothly forming the blade as the gray flows to reflective silver. The Guyben lunges for him, he swings and blocks the vibrational blade with his. Its weapon slowly tearing into his sword as the sword tries to reform itself. Dart lets go with one hand and grabs the Guybens chest. He pulls ripping the chest plate off damaging the smasher cell as the Guyben is thrown to the ground. A hard stomp and the Guyben's spine is broken. It writhes in pain a moment before the armor subdues it. Darts free hand gathers energy as something forms around it. A cannon. It glows and fires dissintegrating the Guybens head. Dart looks around to see many are not locked in battle. Many are already dead. Fires explodes here, ice shattering there, earth erupting elsewhere. All forms of "Magic" being used seemingly effectively. "The battle has just begin and we are already heavy with losses. "Charle says." "All the more reason to fight." Dart says as he takes to the air. His cannon chargin while he drops behind a Guyben grabbing hold of a Viraan. His sword comes down on its head stopping half way through its head. Dart let the blade go quickly grabbing its forehead and pulling the control medal out. He holds it out to the Viraan and charges it with ice before crushing it in his hand. "That is how they die." The Viraan looks to the decaying Guyben. Filled with assuring knowledge it returns to battle. Dart grabs his sword. It is partially dissolved. Energy gathers around it when he touches it reforming it. He points his arm to the side letting loose his cannon blowing a hole in the chest of another Guyben. It is thrown to the ground, a Wingly and Viraan charge it, the wingly beating at it with a spear, the Viraan filling itself with earth energy punching at its head. Duke is fighting a Guyben. It is stronger and faster than he. His advantage is the vortex. He keeps portalling behind it for a quick strike keeping it busy. Ethena flies over them gathering water energy in her right hand. She pulls back and throws a spear of ice. The Guyben turns slicing the spear with its vibrational sword only to have the energy explore near instantly freezing it. Duke portals in front of it and brings his sword down on its head shattering the creature. Rhunac is locked in hand to hand trying to overpower a dark green Guyben. Their strength is nearly even. It fires a head laser at him only to be reflected into the back of a Wingly. "RrrRRR!" Rhunac forces all he has on the Guyben forcing it to bend its knees as its wrists are snapped. The being beneath the armor moans before Rhunac's knee comes up to meet its face shattering its jaw and eyes. It is forced onto its back. Rhunac summons his huge maul and drive it onto the Guybens head creating a hole five feet deep. Three more surround him. He begins swinging his maul around. Armont is standing before a yellow Guyben. He stares at it waiting for it to move. It is watching him, judging him. A head laser is fired at him. To him the beam stands still as the battle field pauses. He moves in ducking beneath the beam and driving his fist into the Guybens chest. The field moves again as the Guyben is thrown off its feet and back ten paces. The guyben stands holding a hand on the now cracked chest plate. Armont simply stands there waiting for its next move. Shiara and Evalyn are fightning four Guyben. They are leading them away from the main battle isolating them. The Guyben's head lasers do little to nothing against them and the two move to fast to use the mega smashers right now. One tries another head laser. Shiara catches the beam forcing it into herself while drawing the fire concentrated light out of its generator. The beam grows stronger as it is drawn from the Guyben forcing the Guyben to stay where it is draining it. A moment later its laser generator overheats exploding sending it to the ground. Seeing they are far enough away the two girls swirl about one another letting lose wind and fire creating a cyclone of fire fueling itself as it draws the Guyben into the air scorching them. Evalyn flies to the ground maintaining its position as Shiara flies down its center glowing with fire. The cyclone glows bright red near white as the four Guyben are incinerated. Rhaijan seems to be enjoying himself dodging the slow attacks of the Guyben while hitting them with fully charged burst of lightning. His fists tear the armor apart when he hits. He too is drawing a group of them away from the battle. Craig while fast is not as fast as Rhaijan but uses his attacks to learn from his enemies. Each hit he lands sends him a wave of information about these organic armors. He grabs one lifting it while it grabs his arms. His strength matched only by Rhunac and Dart, he pushes his hands together breaking the Guybens ribs beneath its armor. A shadow appears above him followed by a loud crackling of earth and a larger shadow as the ground rumbles. He looks behind him to see a mound of stone formed, a crack along the ground connecting the mound to Rhunac's foot. Craig returns his attention to the creature in his hands. He can sense a massive build up in its chest. It lets go of his arms and reaches for its chest plates as Craig lets go of its waist and grabs its wrists. "Everybody move!" He pulls its wrists forcing it forward then grabs its neck and drives it to the ground. Standing on top of it he reaches around and grabs the control medal ripping it out. He flies straight up dropping the medal as the Guybens mega smasher cells let loose exploding the Guyben and taking out anything fifty within fifty feet. Duke now has a group of them following him. Armont is moving in to help. Their head lasers doing nothing to Duke he flies above them. They fly after him. "Come on you cowards! Let's see what those mega smashers can do!" Armont can see Duke does not need his help and returns to the fight. The Guyben charge their mega smasher then grab their chest plates and let loose. Fifteen mega smashers fire at him. It is enough for most of the battlefield to stop and watch. The bright bursts hit one another creating one glowing sphere of energy. The energy begins turning on itself and whatever lies within creating a small sun. The light halts and suddenly draws back in on itself revealing a black orb hovering. Behind the Guyben small portals open letting beams of energy out in a goemetric pattern carving the fifteen Guyben to shreds before forming a perfect cyclinder of energy. Duke teleports out of it in front of a single Guyben. It turns its attention on him knowing no thoughts except the orders of its Gods reguardless of its expense. Three Viraan are atempting to team up against a single dark blue Guyben. One of them attempts to catch it in a gravimagnetic field. It fires a pressure cannon forcing the Viraan to explode leaving little remains of its bone like carapace's covered in blue energetic gell quickly evaporating. The other two grab it in the same field this time stopping if from moving. Together, pulling on opposite directions they rip is apart at the waist. Then double teaming the beat on its upper half. A group of Winglies are fighting a dark yellow and red Guyben in the air. Its pressure cannons obliterating the ones it hits. As it flies it it charges its megasmashers while repulsing them with its head lasers. Their shilding is not as effective as the Dragoons and many of them find themsevles severely burned. It stops, turns with its chest open and fires. The twenty winglies stand no chance against the blast. Nothing of them is left to fall to the ground. Charle finds herself surround by three white Guyben. She is nothing compared to one of them let alone three. The one behind her pushes her forward onto her hands and knees. She is tired. Exhausted. The two in front close in for the kill. A busrt of light and Charle is replaced with a flying Divine Dragoon. Two sword out he cuts their heads off and stops both feet sliding in the sand. "Dart, this is Chris. We have the fleet ready and are in the air on our way." "Good. Look for the black hole. Use it." Dart stares at the single Guyben. It grabs for its chest plates and opens them. He puts one hand forward forming a bowl of light. The Guyben releases. Dart catches the blast in the bowl forming a fifteen foot ball. He grabs it with the other hand and slams it to the ground blowing a hole twenty feet deep fourty feet in diameter. The Guyben and two heads are gone. Dart looks to the south. He sense the fleet flying into the portal which is placing them five minutes away. Fire is coming from them as they let loose an arsenal upon the hovering vessels. The human weaponry does little against its shields. "Chris, tell them to combine their firepower on one point. Their shields have to give in some time." "Roger that." Three black and gold Guyben appear before him. These are different. Their control medals larger. Battle class. Each evenly strong as he physically. Each with both forward and reverse vibrational blades on both arms and blades on the outside of their calves. A burst of white energy and Dart is flying backwards away from everyone else. A quick glance shows him the three are following him. A pressure cannon catches his shield. He absorbs it. He flips and stops now facing them firing his divine Cannon at them. One strifes left, the other right. The third is hit. It reveals shields. The shields stopped most of it but the armor is singed beneath. He thrusts forward bringing his sword down on the burned Guyben. His sword does little to the armor. It grabs him and throws him to the ground firing its head laser at him. He does as Shiara did and draws the fire energy from it. It can not control the flow and tries to pull away. Another grapples Dart to the ground and begins punching at him. He cathes its fists with him straining to hold them. He reaches up with his legs grabbing it around the neck and thrusts it back into the healing one. The third drives its fist into his face as he tries to get up. He is forced into the air. Catching himself he draws energy into his hands. A blue hue covers them. The one who punched him is coming again. He duck letting it go over him and drives a fist into its waist. It falls as its gravity orb is frozen and shattered. Another comes for him. This one catches his hand. Its hand beginning to freeze, it slices it off with a forward blade. Catching him by surprise it back hands Dart cutting at his face armor. He falls back then flies forward grabbing it as its arm begins to seal. Driving energies of earth into it he forces its body to petrify. It fall to the ground sending dust everywhere when it hits. A burst of white energy covers Dart, his shields holding out yet he can feel the energy forcing on him. He teleports behind it grabbing its wrist and putting a knee in its back. He pulls until he hears something snap. Charging his hands with lightning he grabs the open chest plates andrips them off burning the smasher cells. He throws the plates to the ground and sends a bolt of lightning through the Battle Guyben. Its body shakes uncontrollably as it falls. Rhaijan finds he is far enough away from the battle to stop running. Ten Guyben suround him. Neither can lock on him. Hi flies into the sky and stops. "Fists of four Gods!" His body glows purple as he flies towards the ground, a stream of ionized air following him. He smashes into the ground throwing stone everywhere. The guyben try to get a location and fail. Each lowers themselves to the ground in an attempt to use sonic vibrations to locate him. A burst erupts from the ground forming a ten foot wide lightning bolt shattering and melting stone. Another, another, another. The area a myst of atomised stone and Guyben. Rhaijan stops on the ground looking at the destruction he has caused and smiles. He sets his sights on another. Dart flies after the last. It is charging its smashers while firing pressure cannons at him. He simply ignores them absorbing the earthly energy. It stops and turns firing at him while another burst comes from behind him. Too much for his shields he finds his armor begin to burn. A sensation he has yet to feel. He screams as a blast field forms around him. His height increased half again his size as the armor seals itself. A snort comes from his exhaust vents as his eyes glow and his control medal is sealed in a green coating. <"Now you've pissed me off."> He flies for the on before him grabing its should and throwing it to the ground removing its arm. he throws the decaying arm at its host and turns to the other. The body still petrified on the ground. Its control medal disconnected from the dying host, sank into hyperspace and regenerated its host. He fires a head laser that penetrates its shields and burns through the Guyben scorching the sand behind it. He flies at it and drives it into the ground causing a five foot crater. His wings glow as he lifts himself into the air and fires a pressure cannon. The being is obliterated. He can feel the Control medal die. Dart reaches back and grabbs the last of the three without looking as it tried to fly towards him with its swords out. His arm orb opens letting loose energy forming into a sword, the Guyben can only watch as the sword penetrates its forehead cutting its control medal in two. Again Dart feels its demise. He can feel others as a burst if ice and stone erupt from the battle. Lightning strikes amidsts the clouds above. Rhaijan is fighting, it was not he. Most of the fighting stops. A single entity floats from the skies. Those with eyes good enough can see the fair skin and pointed ears. Dart recognizes the figure. "Dragoons, leave the fairy to me." A beam of light is all that is seen as Dart rushes over the battlefield towards the figure. Alkanphel charges himself flying towards the creature coming at him. Both strike releasing enough energy in the air a crater is formed beneath them. Every figure on the ground is thrown ten feet into the air for miles. The vines surrounding the desert tear as the force hits even them. Both figures hover looking at one another. Dart watches as without a word the figure changes form into the Master Zoalord then a blast field erupts around him sealing him in his own battle Guyben armor. Each word pronounced perfectly. Reminds Dart of King Albert. <"Go to hell."> Dart glares at him behind his armor. Alkanphel not wasting any time puts both hands forward, a telekinetic blast forces Dart back. His wings glow as he catches himself he changes course rounding back up with a ball of fire as wide as he is tall in his hands, half the ball covering his body. He lets it go and punches the ball towards Alkanphel. Behind the ball of fire Dart has the Divine cannon formed and charge. He fires. Alkanphel blocks the ball of fire ready to charge only to be hit by the cannons blast. He takes the blast with little damage. Alkanphel lunges for Dart grabbing his cannon arm spinning him and throwing him towards the ground. Dart Catches Alkanphels wrist and spins him in turn almost ripping both their arms out of their sockets and throws him towards the nearest ship quickly following persuit. Alkanphel bursts through the hull of the ship. Dart flies through standing on the floor. Creator and Guyben alike running for cover. The nearest creator screams <"LIKE HELL!"> Dart stomps his foot shaking the entire vessel. A huge hole burst open revealing the world below. Wind begins howling in filled with fire and lightning tearing at the inside of the ship. Alkanphel dives for Dart thowing them both out again. He pulls back and punches Dart towards the ground speeding up to do so again. Dart catches Alkanphels wrist pulling him in where he can grab the Guyben driving both of them towards the ground. The sand turns red as it begins melting. Dart drives them both into the molten Earth. A splash of liquid stone flying a hundred feet into the air. Dart emerges from the pool of molten stone. Drops fall from his armor as he hovers. He forces the pool to condense and cool solidifying in a diamond hard bulb of glass. Standing ready he charges himself with the cold atunement of ice forming a ball in each hand. As expected the glass begins to crack. A sudden burst of energy sends shards everywhere as Dart throws two balls of freezing energy into the eruption. Most of the glass shards lose their moments and fall further shattering. Amidtst the fuid glass Alkanphel is half out. His armor cracking losing chunks as he moves resisting the massive cold. Another burst of energy explodes around him. Glass and ice pummel Dart to no avail. He stays put watching. Sensors reveal no life form below. The dust settles and Alkanphel is gone. Dart waits. A blast field opens sending debree everywhere. Dart cathes the regenerated Alkanphel as Alkanphel gets his hands around Darts neck. Alkanphel turns snapping Darts neck and throws him into the ground forcing him five feet into the soft sand. Dart gets his neck back in alignment as Alkanphel is again on top of him this time pummeling fists into him whereever Darts arms are not. Alkanphel stops seeing the damage he has done. Dart's armor it broken, ribs sticking out, blod everywhere. Both arms are broken, one shoulder is separated, both eyes are shattered. Dart is simply a pile of bio fluids. Alkanphel reaches down as the armor tries to gather itself. He opens his hand reaching for the control medal. A burst of energy sends Alkanphel half a mile away. He lands and holds his right hand. It is nothing more than a stump. Dart manages to move one arm. Pain like he has never experienced. His eyes finally work but are blurry. Clearing up. He groans as ribs and shoulder are pulled back in place. Alkanphel lands in front of Dart, his hand partially regenerated. He grabs Dart by the neck with his good hand and throws him the distance he was thrown. He lands just after Dart. His vibrational blade extended on his good hand. The other forming the fingers. He drives the sword into Darts stomache forcing him to squirm causing as much pain as possibly. One legs raises and kicks Alkanphel off him. He manages to stand. Still battered he stands in a fighting stance, both legs with knees slightly bent, hunged over slightly with both arms to his sides. All four orbs release energy forming blades. Alkanphel is standing now. He bends his new fingers extending his other sword. Both run for one another. Dart swings Alkanphel blocks and duck sweeping with his other arm. Dart blocks it with his claf blade and kicks Alkanphel in the head. Alkanphel rolls pushing himself into the air opening both megasmasher cells. Dart concentrates his shields as his body is sealing the last wound. The green shell around his control medal finally forming again. The blast damages his shields penetrating. Alkanphel closes his chest plates looking in awe at the white orb resting at the bottom of the sixty foot cave he made. The orb comes forward at tremendouse speed releasing when it hits him sending him skyward. Dart stands pulling his shoulders back as a beam of energy eminates from the orb on his chest, a smasher type beam only concentrated and longer lasting. Alkanphels shields can not hold against the beam and fail, his body carved as the beam cuts through him. Dart rises to meet him charging his smasher cells. Alkanphel is nearly recovered when Dart opens his chest. A vortex opens behind Alkanphel wide enough to accept the rest of the blast. Alkanphels body is severely burned, his left hand this time gone at the elbow, his legs missing their lower halves. The portal closes as smaller ones open sending concentrated beams of smasher energy at him. Dart grabs the torso and head and tears the head off. Holding his hand within the neck preventing it from regenerating he brings it into space. Dart lets it go as both arms form Divine cannons. He fires them at the head, the Control medals shield protecting it forcing it into Hyperspace. Dart waits with his mega smashers charged. Alkanphel emerges fully regenerated with his chest open. Both release, an outward ring of energy is dispersed. Both close their chest seeing the other is charred. Alkanphel teleports himself a thousand miles back in space and begins gathering energy. Dart fills with energy himself and begins flying for Alkanphel. The glow around Alkanphel grows as he is soon out of sight. The nearby ships begin to move. Dart begins glowing with gold energy leaving a golden earth stream behind him with soon turns clear with wind, then to purple with lightning, red with fire, blue with water, black with darkness, white with light, fusing it all together with technology his glow is tremendous. Alkanphels build up is massive. Nearly eight miles in dameter he lets it loose. Dart squints his eye focusing on where Alkanphel was behind the ball. He clenches his fists increasing speed. The ball approaches as the glow around Dart grows. A stream of light forces its way ahead of him penetrating the massive ball with the light the void opens tunneling a hole through it. Dart focuses on Alkanphel as he passes through the ball feeling its force trying to crush him. Alkanphel sees the opening form and has no time to react. Dart flies towards him at half the speed of light he teleports himself past Alkanphel allowing the stream to do as intended. From the back side the strem dgars the massive ball turning it inside out forcing it upon its creator. The stream begins to his Alkanphels shields. They last three seconds before the full brunt of the blast hits him. His scream is heard by none as the massive blast engulf him. His control medal teleports to hyperspace. The force of the blast is stronger than the blast field of hyperspace and forces an exlposion in hyperspace as well. Dart again teleports this time out of the way of the remaining blast. He can feel the death cry of Alkanphels control medal. In the distance he sees the ships leaving the area. <"Oh no you don't!"> He fills himself with the same elemental energies flying towards the first ship. This time forcing the energies of earth to form a hardened barrier around him he soars blasting his way through the hull of the first ship. Without stopping he arcs turning himself around hitting it again. Its contents begins spewing into space as it colapses in on itself. He turns to go after another ship to see they are fleeing by worm holes. He watches as they close leaving behind little trace of where they went. In the calm of space he rests there staring. Every star can be seen with absolute clarity. The thought of all that space and somewhere within is the small world he calls home is almost enough to turn his stomach. "Dart! Dart! Are you there?!" It is the voice of Evalyn. He teleports back to the desert. The site is devastating. Evalyn runs to him wrapping her armored arms around his large armored form. He holds the back of her head with his hand holding her tight. Charle is looking over the dead possibly counting in her head. "How did we fare Charle?" She turns to him, hald her face burned and her garments scorched. Her right arm tied up inside of what is left of her garment. "We did well considering our enemy. Our losses however are great. Reports indicate Winglies lost seventy-six percent of their forces. Viraan lost sixty percent. Humans lost fourty-three percent. The Gigantos are reporting they fought five of these Guyben in their city. Their losses are great. Nearly seventy percent. They are strong but slow. No other reports of landings as of yet. You Dragoons will recover quicker than the rest. I suggest you be on guard watching for any we do now know of." "Agreed." "Will they be back?" "Who knows. We should ready ourselves in case. Hopefully they will not return. Perhaps we can study what is left of their vessels left here." Dart looks out over the dead. "Charle. I think this desert has seen enough death these recent months. Let us try to bring as many dead home as we can." She nods. A Wingly commander beside her does not need for the request to be repeated.

This is something I threw together this past weekend. Kind of a what if fic. For anyone who played the Playstation game Legend of Dragoon my characters originate from there. A while ago I had written some of what I thought a sequel to the game should be like. Any questions let me know. Enjoy! Dart stands atop the tree of life. The Divine tree. A place he has frequented often these last two weeks. They have been a quiet two weeks. A sense of not being needed has filled him. Melbu Frahma is dead. For the now third time. The real form of Soa has been seen and destroyed. The God or whatever entity it was that seems to have given birth to this planet has made itself known briefly. Or perhaps that was a dream. The new species of Viraan are free of Melbu's control and roam the world as the others do. Beyond the uncontrollable fear of those entrapped by the former Viraan collective the world has little troubles to mend. He lets out a sigh of relief and ......boredom. The dragons energies coursing through him long for battle. Feed from it. As he is now a human mixed with the primitive dragon energies he too longs for battle. He yawns and looks to the stars. One streaks across the sky. Often he has wondered if he could leave this planet to explore the heavens. Or SPACE as it is now called. Knowledge of space tells him no. His Dragoon form holds no need for air as it feeds from energies on a plane he can not see. A plane where spirits roam. The Astral plane. His body should be strong enough to survive the lack of pressure. It has survived far worse. Somewhere far away he can feel the dark energies of a wormhole opening. A rather large one for him to feel it this far away. He calls forth his armored form. A glowing swirling orb of energy surrounds him as the astral plane opens, his armor waiting around him body to be called covers him. His body changing beneath it. The astral plane closes leaving the Divine Dragoon Dart behind. His thick armored form would look hindersome to most. The plates bend with his joints where needed giving him maximum mobility. His wings unfold filling with energy as he leaves the ground. A stream of multi colored light left behind. The light fades as he soars across the land at nearly three times the speed of sound. Upon arriving at the outskirts of Selond at the edge of the Death Frontier he stops. Ahead of him he sees another wormhole open. This one is small. Duke steps out from it. The Dark Dragoon. Dar flies to his location stepping down beside him. "You felt it too?" Duke asks without looking at him. "Yeah. Pretty strong." "I'll say. I was in Bale when I felt it." "I was at the Divine tree." "What do you suppose it is?" "I don't know." Something in the sky catches their attention. Something flying towards the ground. It is moving slow. Slow enough so it does not burn upon entering the atmosphere. It stops, hovering above the ground on the other side of Selond. Both men rise without the glow of energy filling their wings. Their flight is not as fast but stealthy. They lower themselves in the tree line on the other side of town. The ship has rotated, the point facing the sky. Three blades have extended and it is beginning to drive itself into the ground. It looks like an egg with three legs. Part of the ship opens, it looks as though the hull had melted away forming a round hole. From inside they can faintly see two pink lights. A sillouhette forms from the dark inside as something floats out of the ship. It is humanoid in shape. A single horm rising from its head. What appears to be two small swords on its forearms. The creature hovers while the ship drives itself the rest of the way into the ground leaving a pile of loose dirt to cover it. The dust settles revealing the creature standing on the ground. "It looks like a human grasshopper." Duke says. Dart snorts a chuckle. "Other than that is almost looks like on of us. Should we go great it?" "No. It is not one of us. Let's follow it and see what is does." Duke and Dart allow their armor to return to the astral plane so as not to alert anyone. The creature walks a short distance before stopping. Something on its head twitches. They stop. It turns around, its eyes and a ring around something in its forehead glows. "Acuren tiat emb du leed." Duke looks to dart looking back at him. "Um, yeah, gobble gobble, goo goo to you too?" Duke says. The creature points to them then waves its hand motioning them. It walks past them heading back to the ship. They turn to follow. "Keep a good distance. And ready yourself to warp away." Dart says. A portion of the ship rises from the ground. An opening forms as the creature hovers in. "Stay out here. I have already contacted Craig. He will be here shortly. If I need any help you will know." "Ok. Be careful." Dart follows the creature. Once inside the opening closes. A green blue hue illuminates the inside. At first glance it reminds him of the inside of somethings body. The creature is waiting for him. It turns and hovers down a hall passing a number of doorways. A couple of rooms have creatures similar to the one he is following waiting in them. The ship is obviously larger than expected as he has followed the creature for some time. It finally stops before a wall. The wall opens as the outside did revealing a large room. Inside are two reflective orbs on the ceiling. Another creature similar to the one he is following is standing beneath them. This one is smaller. It is standing there waiting. The one he followed kneels before the smaller one before hovering out of the room. The doorway closes. Dart turns to see it seal shut then turns to face the creature. He scrathes his head "Hi." The creature stands there. "Ne cru lo." Its voice something like a distorted synthesizer. "Ok, I don't understand a thing you guys are saying." The creature stares at him as it says "Ibu meb nirlay." A portion of the floor opens as something rises before the creature. A round object with a smaller version of the reflective spheres in its center. It has three plates that look almost like the carapace's on the creature. The creature stands as the object rises from its pedestal. The pedestal lowers into the floor and the floor closes. The creature grabs the object and walks to him with it in its outstretched arms. Dart stares at the object as the creature pushes it towards him in a gestrue to take it. Dart grabs it in time to see the center glow pink then blue. It rises above his head opensing into thousands of tentacles grabbing hold of him. There is pain as the thing violates every orifice in his body, its tentacles driving between the fabrics of his clothes forcing their way through the pores in his flesh and connecting to his very nerves. His body is altered against his will. He blanks out and wakes staring at the creature before him. He looks at his hands. They are covered in some form of armor. An armor he guesses is similar to the one the creature before him is wearing. <"Ok, what the hell is going on? Who are you? Who is the one I followed in here? And why are you here?"> Dart suddenly feels an almost overwhelming urge to follow the command. <"Like hell! I kneel to no one! Get this thing off me!"> The door opens revealing the creature Dart followed in. It holds something in its hand. A gun of sorts. It opens revealing three reflective orbs. Dart knows it is going to remove the thing this creature attached to him. If it's going to be as painful coming off as it was going on this could suck. However he did want this thing off him. He stands there as the weapon charges. The creatures fires as his head. The blast is redirected to the wall of the room revealing a solid barrier of energy around him. Tuthalin says Dart stares at the one who fired the weapon. <"Get this thing off me."> The creature looks to its master <"Whoa, wait a minute! I just want this thing off me."> The creature with the weapn places it on the floor and fires a head lazer at him. Again the shield redirects it. It raises its arms in a fighting stance. Both the swords on its forearms extend. <"Hey, how'd you do that?"> Dart says seeing his own arms have them. It swings at him, he sidesteps bringing his knee into its stomache followed by a backhand to the back of the head. It falls to the floor only to get back up. It swings again. He manages to parry with his swords still in their shorter fashion. Inside he is trying to figure out how that thing fired the laser at him when his goes off striking the creature in the center of the forehead burning a hole through the reflective orb. The creature screams as it holds its forehead. The armor begins to melt turning to an acid like substance devouring the thing which seemed human beneath it. <"Hah! I figured out something. Now, you! Get this thing off me and I will leave you alone."> The door opens revealing the four other creatures he had seen on his way in. All four fire lasers at him. His shield redirects them all scorching the armor of the smaller creater. He fires his into the chest of the first watching it fall to one knee. It gets back up! The hole reveals no blood and seems to be closing. The second swings a forward sword at him, he leans back under the blade grabbing the wrist pulling it over him while pulling himself back up. His reverse forearm blade extends slicing the creature in half from the neck to the groin. <"Heal that!"> The next is forming something between its hands Tuthalin screams as it lets the orb loose. Dart can feel it is some kind of gravitational energy. He puts a hand out and stops the orb reversing its force back to the originator who has no time to react. The orb tear into its gut exploding it at the waist. Both halves fall to the floor. The bottom half begins dissolving itself as the first one had. The last one in is now in the air with its foot forward. It catches him in the forehead forcing him back. The sting running through his body as the control medal was hit. <"Son of a bitch that hurt!"> He looks at the creature who is now swinging a reverse forearm blade at him. He grabs the creatures fist and uppercuts it sending it near the ceiling and across the room. Tuthalin is monitoring the ships sensors as this human fights. The reading he is getting off it are not possible. No human is as strong as a bio boosted human alone. And he is not fighting at half his ability. This thing must die! Tuthalin's concentration is broke when one of the guybens are thrown into him. <"Alright. You want a fight. Fine."> A sphere of brilliant colors flows around him as something from a plane Tuthalin does no know of forms around him. The armor is pulled off him some how as this new form takes over beneath it. The sphere closes and the bio booster armor attempts to refit itself around him. A blast field erupts as the control medal contacts the ships navigation spheres for assistance. The ship fails to respond. Both spheres have extended themselves pouring a beam of energy into the smaller control medal. The smaller medal grows nearly double its original size. The navigation spheres retract extensively drained. The blast field closes allowing the armor to form around him. Tuthalin stares at the battle class control medal the smaller had formed into. The being before him now stands nine feet tall. At the elbows and knees are three sets of overlaying plates coming to points opening as the joints open revealing three spikes on each of the four joints. In place of the high frequency blades are green oval orbs. Two horns on either side of the sensory horn. Both forming down to just above the eyes then bending back over the head. Two large wings on its back, the tips of the fingers have high frequency claws on them. The hands also have have frequency claws. On each foot two high frequency claws to the sides of the feet which appear to be able to extend. Its colors a deep black plating with white under layer. A single green orb rests on its torso in front of its solar plexus. The control medal settles in place. A green gel flows over it hardening into some sort of shielding material. The ship has the energy to offer a quick scanning of this things power level. Tuthalin's eyes glow <"You seem to like saying that."> Dart grabs hold of him by the chest. His finger tips bending around the sides of its rib cage. He turns and throws Tuthalin into the wall forcing him through it. The first Guyben as Tuthalin called them stands. Darts sends a head laser into its chest raising his head cutting it in two destroying its control medal. Dart looks to his right forearm, the green orb seems to melt as energy pours out of it forming into a blade of concentrated energy fused with fire. His left does the same only fused with water, more precisely cold. The air around it begins to crystalise as any moisure around condenses. Both orbs on the outside of his shins form blades in the shape of a cresent axe. One fused with earth, the other fused with lightning. Four of the eight elements he controls. Any of which he can alternate at will. The armor was feeding him information confirming what he suspected after discoveing the technology dragon. The magic he was so accustomed to was not the magic people percieved. Not a mystical force. Simply energy tuned to the aspect which they recognize as elements. Combined with other streams tuned one way or another the ability to manufacture amazing things is possible. Something the Winglies have been doing for nearly thirteen thousand years. The primitive dragons were not magical, their bodies simply naturally tuning energy to their repective elements. As a human joined with the dragons energies he was easily dozens of times stronger than a normal human. This armor seemed to boost that strength nearly tripling it. And now with his dragon armor beneath it, with enough focus his strength would know no bounds. The energies he wields this armor seems cabable of concentrating and refining. The two standing guyben stand there with their swords out. One retracts his swords and grabs his chest opening the chest plates. Two bright membranes are revealed as a blast of immense energy is shot forward. The guyben smiles beneath its armor knowing the creature had no idea what hit it. The smile fades as a fist emerges from the blasting energy grabbing him around the neck. The blast finishes pointed towards the floor burning a whole through causing the two of them to fall through. Dart falls backwards as he hits. He gets up looking at the guyben. Its neck is obviously broken. Yet it stands <"Ruged little ****s aren't you?"> With his right sword fused with fire he swings causing the guybens head to fall off. Its body begins eating at itself. The last guyben jumps through the floor swords down. Dart had not paid attention to his sensors and the thing drives both its forward blades into his chest. He screames beneath his armor as the swords made their way through his back. He grabs it by the shoulder and throws it off him, the blades breaking. They begin to dissolve as he pulls them out throwing them to the floor. He can feel the armor and his dragon armor healing him. The head he cut off appears to be growing something out of it. Almost looks like part of a spine. He looks at it and fires his head laser. The head explodes shattering the control medal. The last one has gotten up. Its blades growing back slowly. It steps to its right as he turns to his left. Wind begins to swirl about within the room causing the broken pieces of floor and loose liquid to stir. The guyben turns to run only to have the wind form a tunnel from Dart to it grabbing it forcing it off the ground and twirling it towards him. The rapid twirling caused dissorientation as the creature could not stand. Dart grabs it by the shoulders and drives his knee spikes into its chest out its back. The creature screams with an ungodly human voice. Dart bends his arm and drives his elbow spikes through its head. He must have hit the medal as the creature begins devouring itself. Dart jumps up into the next floor. The smaller one the others called their God is just now moving around. <"I think you can stay still for a while."> Dart puts his hand out firing a blast of blue energy. The energy engulfs the creature covering it in a layer of frost as it is frozen in place. Dart turns and looks to the two navigation spheres. <"Ok you two. You already helped me. But you think you can tell me what the hell is going on?"> The rings at the base of both spheres glow as he is dragged into the air between them. The green armor coating over his control medal flows back as if a ball were slowly bobbing out of the water and his control medal extends. Aeons ago the Uranus clan settled on a small blue and green planet to experiment on the luscious organics. In time they had sped up the process of evolution to the point two dominant species existed. Gigantic reptiles and humans. The humans were experimented on to increase their powers into what would be called Zoa-forms. A human was selected to bond with the Creators ancient armor and to their surprise the human was beyond their control. The strength it showed was immense. The human revolted. The term Guyver was used on it. The strongest of their children, Alkanphel, was called upon to remove the unit - G from its host and kill the host. After some time the Creators deemed it necessary to leave the planet. Alkanphel pleaded with them to wait. His pleas was heard. A suggestion from their child. Find out why it was out of their control. The creators stayed performing more experiments. Each time a human was bonded, if it could not be controlled the unit was removed by Alkanphel before the host could do any damage. In time the Creators found the cause of the interference and added a new configuration to the control medal to allow them, while in their armor or in a class 2 or higher ship to be able to control the bonded humans. The term Guyba was then replaced with Guyben. From out of control to controlled one. The experiments on the Zoa-forms was unnecessary and halted. Alkanphel and a few select others were the only ones to remain. In time the renewed interest in their ancient armor proved useful as a new battle based form of the armor was created. Those humans whom proved worthy were allowed this upgrade to serve their Gods. Once their fleet was ready the humans left their home world, any memories of it wiped from their minds thus no home sickness would occur. Only subservients with absolute devotion. From world to world they have travelled first testing to see what kind of life exists then judging whether it fits within their narrow view of life. If it can serve them it exists, if not it is exterminated. And now their travels have brought them here to his world. The ship continued flooding Dart with information on what the armor is capable of and how to use it. A hard learned lesson taught the creators once an armor has a large enough section removed it can regrow without a control medal and go rogue. This brought them to alter the armor so it eats itself with digestive acids one the control medal is separated from it. Should the host be destroyed the armor will regenerate the host using a sample of its DNA stored within the control medal. His particular unit, now upgraded will allow him more durability, more energy flow, stronger weaponry, and feed his body so as not to require sutanance. Not that he does anyway. The ship could not figure out the means by which he gains his energy through his other armor thus adapted the control medal to be compatable with it. His armor now works in a fashion unknown to the universe. The images seemed to pass in minutes, in reality the time it took was long enough for the creator to thaw and revive. Dart retracts his control medal once again covering it in the green gell like plating. The creator is attempting to walk up behind him while linked. Dart opens his wings placing each under an arm of the creator lifting him up. The wings lift him over Darts head and drop him in front of him <"Nice try. Now, tell your comrades out there to leave this world alone."> <"Fine."> Dart grabs the creator again lifting him off the floor. Pushing the creators hands aside with his spare hand he grabs the creators face. His fingers dig in around the control medal <"You know what happens if I rip this out and crush it. Tell them or I rip it out and while you are still alive thriving in pain I crush this thing so you know you will not survive."> Dart looks to the control navigation spheres <"Open a communications link to the fleet."> Dart dissapears as the Creator is dropped. Tuthalin stands looking into the sphere. Tuthalin is lifted off the ground as Dart reappears. <"I warned you!"> Dart again swats his arms away and grabs the control medal. He watches as Tuthalin thrives in pain as the armor digests him. With his glowing eyes fading Dart squeazes his hand shattering the control medal. Tuthalin screams. Dart walks to the back of the room, and with the Creator fleet still watching opens his chest plates. Duke and Craig stand outside the ship waiting. The sun is almost ready to come up. Suddenly a burst of light blasts through the top of the ship vaporising anything in its path. Both men fall backwards in shock. A scout ship for the creator fleet watches as a white burst eminates from the planet. It is strong enough light up the moon. Though no damage. Duke and Craig watch as something flies out of the ship at incredible speed. It soars into the sky only to come down landing in front of them. It is huge. It appears to be a distorted form of the Divine Dragoon. "Dart?" Duke asks. "It's me guys. They put some sort of armor on me to communicate with. Some how it is working with my Dragoon form." Dart stands upright. A burst of air come from the air vents sounding like a snort "I wish I could get this thing OFF!" Suddenly the armor releases dissapearing in a void of sorts behind Dart. His Dragoon form disperses in a mysty energy cloud. Dart reaches behind his neck and feels two small bumps. Contact organs for him to communicate with the armor when he needs it. The ship had told him the armor is commanded mentally. Will it to do what he wants and if it is capable, it will. "So, was that you who blew the hell out of that thing?" "Yeah. The armor has some amazing weaponry. And it works with my Dragoon form. Magnifying it." "Ok. Should we have a look at you in my lab?" Craig asks. "No time. The leader of that ship sent a message to others to come and destroy this world. Not much time to tell you now. Go and find the others and meet me at Spring town Ulara. I will explain everything." The others nod. Duke opens a portal and walks through it. Craig simply dissapears leaving a sillouhette of his form behind for a second. Dart walks into town to the mayors house. It is early but he needs to know. The town is small, the mayors house a simple house at the edge of town. He knocks on the door hard enough to be heard. A light comes on and the door opens. "Yes?" "Mayor Binly?" "Dart?" "Yes. I'm sorry to wake you so early. Outside of town there is something that landed in the ground. I can't tell you what it is yet but it is dangerous. Keep people away from it." "Alright. I will have the local authorities close it off." "Thank you." Dart steps back calling his Dragoon form and soars to the skies. At flying speed Ulara is a half hour away. Duke steps out of the poral onto his balcony in the city of Bale. His house is large, more so than most of the other guards. He turns and walks through the curtains. Inside Shiara is sleeping. He leans down and kisses her on the lips. Her eyes slowly open and she smiles. "Good morning." She says and looks to the curtains. The light is faint. "Good morning. We need to go and meet Dart in Ulara." "Now?" "Yes. Get dressed. I will wait." Craig appears before a grand monastery. It stands seven stories high. Each time he comes here he has to stare and wonder at the intricate workings in the stone all the way up the front wall. Two large wooden doors mark the entry. He walks up and pushes one open. Standing alone in the main hall is an man dressed in white. "Hello Craig." The man says without turning around. "Master Armont. Dart needs us in Ulara." "I am there." A flash of white light and the man dissapears. Craig again blanks out of sight reappearing in the deep of the evergreen forest. The Wingly outpost of Wyven. Quitely he walks through the paths of the naturally grown city. Each house formed within a large tree. He comes to a single house, smaller than most. A line of flowers growing around the door and each window. Inside some sort of flashing lights. He knocks on the door. Music is playing. He knocks louder. The door opens exposing him to the blaring sounds inside. The young woman grabs his shirt pulling him in as she dances him into the living room. "ETHENA! DART NEEDS US IN ULARA!" She walks over to the radio and turns it off. "You don't need to yell." "Sorry. Dart needs us all to go to Ulara immediately." "Ok. I will be there as soon as I can." Duke and Shiara step through a portal into the Large city of Fletz. There atop the second palace they see Rhaijan practicing with his chains. Arcs of lightning flowing around the chains. He whips them sending a thunderous boom throughout the area. Rhaijan spins kicking the air as a purple flash fills the space he stands arcing in front of them tearing at the ground nearly blinding them. "Are we needed?" "Yes." Duke says "Ulara as soon as possible." "Good." Another flash and he was gone. Duke opens another portal to the new city of Kraul. A city build around the ancient ruins of the city of Gigantos. There is the morning light he sees the large stone dome with oval openings all around without glass in them. The home of Rhunac. Inside he is sleeping. A deep snoring can be heard from the entryway. Duke opens a small portal in front of him mouth connecting it next to Rhunac's ear. "GOOD MORNING YOU BIG FLUFFY BUNNY!" Shiara looks at Duke. "Its a joke from a while ago." Rhunac can be seen jumping out of bed. He stands looking around to see Duke standing in the main entryway. "Damn you!" "Hey, let's go. Dart needs us at Ulara." "Alright alright. Give me aminute to get my stuff." Dart opens a port like Duke's and steps through into the room of the King's twin sister. She is lying in bed, her long black hair covering her pillow. He walks over to her side of the bed and kneels down. He gently burshes a few strands of hair away from her face. She stirs slowly opening her eyes. "What time is it?" She says groggily. "Early. But we must go. Something has happened that requires our special attention." "Ok." She sits up stretching her neck. as she pulls the sheets off her. She is wearing a long white night gown made of silk. She walks into the bathroom to change. The sound of running water fills Darts ears as she burshes her teeth. She comes back out wearing a green silk shirt and black pants. A picture of a golden dragon on either side of her shirt. She walks up to and kisses Dart on the lips. "I'm ready." He opens a portal to Ulara. The sun is still faint in the distance. A few Winglies walking around. None seem startled at the appearance of two Dragoons suddenly appearing. Their faces are known, they are welcome. Dart and Evalyn walk arm in arm to the bench on the side of the courtyard. Armont is next to appear wearing his white robe. He stands taking in the fresh air around the island before making his way to sit on the other side of Evalyn. He knows Dart will not speak until they are all present. Craig suddenly appears holding Ethena's hands. Both see the group and walk towards them. "What's up?" Elara asks. "Wait for the others." Dart says as a portal opens in the center of the yard. Duke, Shiara and Rhunac walk through. As the portal closes Rhaijan appears in a burst of purple light followed by a thunderous boom. Dart, Evalyn, Armont, Craig, and Elara turn to greet Duke, Shiara, Rhuna and Rhaijan. Ethena turns to Dart "What's up now?" Dart begins to tell everyone of the early evening experience. "The thing sent a message out telling the others like it to come and destroy life on this planet. The army the ship showed me was larger than the one we ammased to fight Soa. Many times larger. And these things are resilient. If they come we need to have that army ready again. I will tell Charle in a few minutes as I see she is up now. Then I will go and see if I can convince the Viraan the join us. Let me go and see Charle and I will be back." Dart walks up the stairs around the bountiful garden, the flowers still closed for the evening. Atop the stairs is Charle's house. The branches grown together forming an porch and roof with supports. He walks onto her porch and knocks on the door. She comes around a corner in a soft blue evening gown. Her platinum hair like Elara's only longr, past the small of her back. Her soft white skin and semi pointed ears giving her a beautiful glow of a ravishing young woman. If only she wasn't fifteen thousand years old. She waves for him to come in as she covers a yawn with her other hand. He opens the door and walks in. "Haaawh! Sorry. What brings you...all here this early?" "Did you feel a large vortex open this morning?" "Faintly. I take it it was not you?" "No." Dart tells her what happened. She leans back sitting on a table letting it sink in. "I know it has not been very long for people to recover." "But recover they must. If war is at hand the fatigue will have to be set aside." "I do not know when they will arrive. For now I would suggest we get soldiers ready. Let the stand guard in shifts. When they come we make sure everyone is ready." "Agreed. I will tend to the Wingly armies. I have something for you nine. Something I think will allow you to communicate with one another over distances. Here." She walks over to the other side of the room and grabs a box. She opens it. Inside are fifteen rings. "Whoever wears these rings can speak no matter how far away as though they were as close as you and I. One for each Dragoon. One for myself" She says as she slips one on "One for the Human King Teron. One for the Viraan leader. That leaves three more. Perhaps the Giganto will give one to a General of his people. Two left." "One for a human General. One for a Wingly General." "Settled. Take one. I will give the others one. Go and speak with the Viraan." Dart slips one on his right ring finger and walks out the door changing into his dragoon form. His wings open as he speeds into the air leaving behind a wake of broken sound. A black hole appears ahead of him. He enters it leaving a white spark as it closes. The Viraan had chosen to ocupy the barren waste of the Mille Seseau. A place not previously inhabited they have made the beginning of a city out of the mountains of ice. A spak ignites in the sky as a black hole opens within it giving way for the Divine Dragoon to soar through. It closes the same way it opened. Dart flies until he sees the new city. Acra, they have called it. Dart lands at the entry road to the city. Three Viraan stop what they are doing and stare at him. Their existance has not been long. Thirty years or so. They have known little other than the mind which controlled them. Now that they are free much of what they know is that of those who can destroy them. He does not blame them for being weary around him. "I see the one leading your people." All three point towards the center of the city. The city is not much yet. Mostly foundations for buildings made of ice fused together by their magic. Well, their ability to manipulate energy to freeze among other things anyway. A couple of buindings have been erected five and six stories tall as he goes deeper into the city. A group of four are pulling a large sled of ice carrying a load of ice blocks from the frozen lake two miles west. In the center of the city is one directing others. As most look alike Dart knows this one by the scar he put on its chest. The Viraan turns to see him and stands stiff. "Easy. I am not here to harm you. I have much to tell you. Will you listen?" The Viraan slowly nods its head. After telling him Dart explains "These things are here for the purpose of destroying all life in this world. If they succeed your civilisation will never come to exist. Will you help us?" In a language Dart has yet to understand the scarred one communicates to the others. It sounds more like someone banging on the inside of a ceramic jar than words. It looks at him "We are of service." "Good. Now first. What do I call you?" "Scarred one." "No. What is the name you are called by your peers?" "Fifteen." "You all have numbers as your designations?" "Yes." "When this is over I think that should change. You are no longer under his control. You should choose new names. Become your own individuals. For now I will call you by this designation." "No. Call me Scaron." Dart smiles. "Tell the others to choose their own names. We will see you all outside of Ulara as soon as you can get there." Dart takes to the skies again forming a portal. The portal opens and he glides himself down to the stone floor of the Ulara courtyard. Dart sees Rhaijan and Craig are gone. "They have gone to inform the human forces." Charle says now in a dark blue gown with matching pants covered in ancient wingly armor. The armor consists of a helmet, shoulder plates, chest and back plates, gloves, boots and thigh plates. All seemingly holding themselves in place. A human would think the armor worthless. However, the armor links with their aura making their entire body more resistant. Charle carries a single sword at her side. A sword that was once known as the Dragon buster sword. A sword now harmless to the Dragoons but a weapon to rival most others. "Are they coming?" She asks in a calm voice. "Yes." "Good." Craig appears before them "I have the fifth through tenth squadron almost ready to be deployed. In a matter of an hour another six or so squadrons will be ready. My brother will notify me when they are ready. Rhaijan appears. "The king is informed. He is readying his forces. "Alright everyone." Charle says"Dart and I already have one. Here are rings. Each of you is to take one. It will allow us to communicate across the world as though we are standing as close as we are now. One will be given to the Viraan leader when they arrive. One is to be given to the King. A human General I presume Chris, Craig? And a Wingly General. Craig steps aside holding a hand to his ear "Ok, is the ETS ready yet? Good. Keep it online and keep me informed." He turns to everyone. "The Endiness Tracking System is online. It will monitor the world over and let us know of anything entering the atmosphere. Hopefully it will let us know when they arrive. I do not think he needs a ring, he can communicate with Dart and I. This will give us another contact." "Now we wait." Dart says. One hour later a vortex opens on the beach. It is large than the ones Dart and Duke use. Out steps a single Viraan followed by a row of two, three, five, seven, nine, eleven. The rows come out in elevens. Eleven rows of eleven Viraan. All together one hundred forty-eight Viraan. They may be a small army but considering their strength is slightly less than the Dragoons they will do fine. Some of the local Winglies are seeing them now for the first time. A hardened bone like torso with hollow where the limbs come out. A bone like face with two openings where the eyes should be. Their limbs made of a geleatenous blue energy. Bone like claws on their hands and feet. The scarred one motions for the rest to stay and walks up the beach, up the stairs to the courtyard. In front of Dart it kneels. "Names we have chosen. Time it will take to memorise. Our skills in battle are lacking since Melbu's demise. We require leadership. Will you lead us?" "No." Dart says. The Viraan looks up at him "You will lead your people with our guidance. Here. It will allow you to speak with any of us." Dart hands Scaron the ring. It grows to fit over its large finger. Dart looks up at Rhunac "Do you think the Giganto's will fight?" "I believe so." His voice deep, rattling the ribs of everyone there. Rhaijan, can you take Rhunac to Kraul to speak with his people. Take a ring and hand it to the one who will lead." "Yes. Come." Rhaijan grabs Rhunacs forearm before Rhunac can react they are replaced with a blidning flash. Everyone covers their eyes with their arms. Algruen watches the stream of data for the fifth time now. Both from what the scout ship saw and the comm link. He sends a message back to the scout ship "We are coming." He turns to face the other creators. I do not know what that was that Tuthalin bonded to the armor but it is powerful. I want it. The rest of the life on that planet can be irradicated. I want that units control medal. The entire creature if possible but the control medal at all costs." The other five creators acknowledge before teleporting back to their respective ships. Rhaijan and Rhunac teleport back. "They will fight. They now stand guard in their lands. Tao A'ful leads them. I gave him the ring."

I have to confess I have not read the Manga yet. I have a question though, does it show where the point of Alkanphels force was excerted? Let us say it was fully excerted on the surface if this asteroid or whatever you choose to call it. The outcome may just be a hold in the front slowing it down blowing chunks off the surface. Now, if Alkanphel was able to burrow into the surface and excert his forcce somewhere around halfway between the surface and the core he might have been able to split the asteroid in a different manner causing most of the debree to continue outward away from Earth almost in a cone like fashion. Possibly slowing down a large enough mass to reform and make the moon. Granted is would still take a boat load or two of force to acomplish this.

Bringing the body to the level of perfection was only part of what I was getting at. The other being to have the matrix alter his DNA to accept more mass. Have him grow three to four inches which in turn should broaden the shoulders and allow for more muscle tissue to develop. Then perfecting that. The small amoung of extra strength in human form alone would be enough for most humans to not want to test him. When amplified by the unit it should equal out to be a decent increase without zoaforming him. Is this something that could happen?

How about the line? "I may be powerful and violent, but I don't lie" W'Kar says.