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Bio-Booster Armor Guyver and all related characters
and situations are © 2000 Yoshiki Takaya.
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At the dawn of creation, the Gods arrived on Earth.
Now we shall know their awful legacy
and how it affects the Megaverse.
[OP: Guyver OAV Theme, Yoshiki Takaya]
The Evil Midnight Lurker what Lurks at Midnight
in association with
The Insane Banana
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\_________/ --Superdimensional Warrior Guyver--
By W. Samuel Ashley
BRAVE NEW WORLD
The Minds Dark Eye
guyver (gîvûr), n.
[Kôrin-go, fr. gaiva beyond the norm, out of control.] 1.
symbiotic battle armor, esp. when bonded to a human. 2.
the human host of said
armor. 3. (slang) hero, martyr.
Websters New International
Dictionary, 2036 edition
An eternity of silent darkness
shattered by light.
Where am I?
Not the most original thought, but he could
be excused as things were more than a bit blurry. Who he was was
also up for debate.
How long was I dead?
Wait, that didnt sound
shouldnt that have been how long was I
asleep? He was fairly certain that death should be
and yet the thought remained, along with the idea that
hed been dead before. More than once. Maybe he ought to work
on that who am I bit
Fukamachi. Im Shô
Better. Memories were beginning to
sort themselves out.
Tetsurô. He and
Tetsurô, walking in the woods near Mount Narisawa
Something happened that
something important. Why cant I remember
An explosion in the distance!
Something hurled toward them by the blast, a thing of metal
flesh. Alien flesh, that arose and engulfed him
The Unit! That was the day I found
or it found me
the day I became a Guyver.
New memories now, a torrent of nightmare
images that threatened to devour him. Zoanoids! Wave after wave of
hideously altered soldiers, human tools of the Kronos organization in their
bid to remake mankind. Each more powerful and more deadly than the last,
each determined to destroy Shô
each falling before the power of his
alien bio-booster armor. Even Shôs own death couldnt
end the madness; the control medallion reached into his dying brain, captured
and stored his mind, and recreated him to fight anew. Hed been
No. Three times, now.
Three. But he could only remember
first by the hand of Genzô Makishima, the first Enzyme;
NO! Not again! I dont
want to know, dont want to SEE
then by Fumio Fukamachi.
His father, remade into a new Enzyme,
unable to resist Barcass telepathic commands
the claws, striking
out at his sons head
then the darkness of pseudo-death,
followed by light
and the terrible knowledge that the mindless Guyver had
killed its opponent. Killed his father
I supressed the memory, blocked it out
so totally I didnt remember Id tried to rescue Dad in the first
place. But Aptom broke the block, forced me to face reality
it happening again? I dont know what killed me, how I got
where here is
Maybe it was time to deal with that.
With a shudder, Shô forced himself more fully awake and tried to sit
up. He failed at first, then readjusted to the Guyvers form.
Hed been lying on some kind of cushion, almost repellently soft; the
light was too faint to make anything out
With a thought, the armors optics
enhanced his nightvision
revealing a scene of devastation.
A tangle of rusted girders and chunks of
concrete lay around him; a damp rock wall arose beyond. Patches of dully
phosphorescent fungi clung to it, providing scant illumination; the wall
curved around in a great circle, and above to form a dome perhaps a
quarter-mile wide. A cave
The cave under Relics Point! This
is the observation dome they dug out around the Iseki! But it
More recent images were coming back
now. After all the effort theyd made to escape from Mount Minakami,
Shô and his friends had wound up going back in
testing a renegade
Kronos scientists theory, that the bio-booster armors telepathic
transceivers could command the Iseki, the living Ship of the Advents;
that they could use it to escape, and in the process destroy Relics Point. But
it had all gone wrong, horribly wrong
and still his mind shied away from
Groaning in frustration, Shô levered
himself off the cushion and stood up to get a better view of the cave.
He remembered a vast, brightly-lit area, the prow of the Iseki, the
Ruin, at the center of a web of observation platforms and scanning equipment,
the cave ceiling opening into the two-mile-deep shaft leading down from Mount
Minakami, the shafts Cyclopean central column that descended to touch the
All gone now. Shô stood near
the center of the cave, where the Iseki should have been; the rubble
around him, he realized, was partly the remnants of the observation complex
and partly fallen pieces of the column. There was no sign of the Ruin,
but the dark shaft above him was as narrow as ever; it could not have escaped
Wait. Not all the rubble was steel
here and there, vast pallid spikes lay among the
jackstraw-piled girders. In size and shape they were a close match for
the spines girdling the Iseki.
We couldnt save it. I
couldnt save it, couldnt stop
The name eluded him. An image danced
around the corners of his mind, teasingly refusing to make itself clear.
Fire, and a suggestion of wings
he wasnt the real
threat, powerful as hed seemed. Murakami had nearly fallen before
him, though, when
The image stabilized, and Shô
shivered. Anyone seeing the ancient First Zoalord in his glorious and
terrible battlestyle could have no doubt that legends of the Fall were based in
fact; would know that tales of angels and demons alike had their source in
eons-old glimpses of Arkanfæl. The ten lesser Zoalords, trailing
in his wake, were by comparison utterly insignificant. He destroyed his
traitorous underling Guyot in an instant, then turned his attention to
Shô and the others. They didnt stand a chance. Guyot,
weakest of the Twelve, could survive a point-blank megasmasher blast;
Supervisor Odagiri was certain that Arkanfæl would simply ignore
anything Shô and Agito could throw at him. But there was one
He remembered the council of war.
The Zoalords dont really possess
energy shields as such, Odagiri-shunin informed the nervous
assemblage in his Basement conference room. They psionically
create and control radiant energy and gravity; while they can build
barriers, its far more efficient simply to warp incoming laser and
particle blasts away from them. Thats undoubtedly how Guyot
survived your mega-smasher bolt, Makishima-san.
The darkly handsome young man
scowled. This isnt good. If Fukamachi and I combine
full-power blasts we might be able to overload his power and take him
out. Might. But that leaves eleven more. If we could
just take them on one at a time
Odagiri shook his head. I
havent given you the bad news yet.
Fire away, Doc, Tetsurô
Segawa sighed. Were already so low on hope were
running on fumes. How much worse can it get?
Ill grant you might be able to
deal with the eleven lesser Zoalords one-on-one, the renegade
explained. Khan, van Purgstall, Amniculus
on a par with Guyot. But Arkanfæl is another matter
The mysterious, never-seen founder of
Kronos, Agito smirked. How much of a threat can someone
whos afraid to show his face be?
More than you can possibly
imagine. Ive recently come into possession of new information that
totally invalidates many of our beliefs about the organization.
To begin with, Kronos was not
founded by humans who stumbled across Kôrin-sha technology. Far
from it. Arkanfæl built it up almost single-handedly, after Barcas
discovered him in suspended animation four hundred years ago.
A wave of exclamations and oaths swept
across the table, followed by numb shock
on all but Shô, whod
guessed already where this was going. It was Murakami who broke the
silence: Youre saying Arkanfæl wasnt given his
powers by Barcas, or anyone in Kronos. That makes him
The original model, Odagiri
finished. Created by the Advents themselves, a hundred thousand
years ago, as the commander of their Zoanoid army.
And the powers they gave him exceed
those of all other beings on Earth combined. Including you two
Guyvers, every Zoanoid in existence, and the eleven lesser
There was dead silence for a minute or so.
Tetsurô broke it. That
doesnt make any sense! Why all the secrecy, the
infiltration and buildup to X-Day, if he has that kind of power? He
couldve just levelled every government on Earth back in the sixteenth
centuryby now wed all be worshipping the bastard!
Im not absolutely clear on that
point myself, Odagiri shrugged. It most probably has to do
with his only real weakness: like all the Zoalords he tires after excessive
use of his powers, and it seems to be far worse in his case. Apparently
he has to spend most of his time in hibernation, sleeping in some remote
hideaway known only to himself and Barcas.
Tetsurô sat back, mind spinning
furiously. Yeah, I can see that. Let me guess: while
hes awake hes a god, but asleep some human nobody with a grudge
and a sharp knife could stamp his account closed.
Arky happened to bond with a bio-booster
I imagine the Guyvers
regenerative abilities would solve that problem quite nicely, yes.
And, of course, hes wide awake
at the moment. Tetsurô grimaced. And if your
informants are right, he and the whole damn Council will be here in under an
hour to deal with Guyot.
Shô, tell me youve got good news
I wish I could, the
student-turned-warrior sighed, checking his mindlink to the Ruin just in
case. Same as before: theres no way the Isekis
going to be ready in less than six hours. It has been feeding me
images about some kind of upgrade for the Guyver, but I get the idea itd
take at least a year to grow one.
queried. Just for curiositys sake, how much power are we
More than enough to take down Guyot,
but Im not sure beyond that. Like a giant suit of bioarmor
over the Guyver, with amped-up versions of all its weapons
you could call it a Guyver Gigantic or some such. I got the Iseki
to start one up, just on the outside chance we live through this, but
theres no way itll be ready anytime soon.
One? Why not two?
Too much of a power drain.
Itd have to shut down the engines completely.
rubbed his temples. A ship that wont fly, a superweapon that
doesnt exist. Doc, dyou have any ideas that dont
involve surrender or seppuku?!
Only one. Odagiri walked
over to a long chest sitting against the back wall. When the
Kronos Japan crew analyzed Liskers armor, they reached some tentative
conclusions about its particle-beam cannons. Conclusions weve been
attempting to put into practice.
He opened the chest, and took
something. It was spectacularly ugly; Shô decided it
resembled nothing so much as an AK-47 that was being devoured by a small
This is a prototype weapon, a
beam rifle if you will, something that could be carried and used
by human soldiers. Weve only managed to grow this one without
being discovered, and obviously we dont dare test-fire it,
buttheoreticallyit should duplicate, or even exceed, the
power of a full mega-smasher blast.
Unfortunately, without whatever power
source the Guyver taps into, this version basically converts itself
into energy. Along, most likely, with its operator.
You have got to be kidding. A
one-shot suicide gun that wont do much more than give Zoalords a
That, Segawa-san, is about all it can
do. But I didnt have a straightforward shootout in mind.
I told you, before, that the Zoalords
control radiant energy. But this is not an automatic
process! They have to concentrate, to consciously shape the power to
their will. If we can break their concentration, take them by
a distraction might well cause even Arkanfæl to shift his
attention elsewhere, drawing his power away just enough for the two of you to
hit him with a real attack. His unguarded body cant
possibly withstand your combined beams. Its a long shot, but
its the only hope I can see.
So, Agito spoke up, we
confront the God Generals, charge up our smashers, and while theyre
snickering someone else takes a shot at them from behind or to one side with
thing? And then, when theyre off guard
Have you lost your mind?!
Ive felt Guyots power
the thought of having to deal
with a dozen like him at once is sheer lunacy! Even if it did
if they managed to parry even a tiny fraction of our blasts,
itd be enough to kill us all!
And I suppose youve got a better
idea? Tetsurô asked.
As a matter of fact, yes. So
the Ruin cant launch yet? So what? It still makes a perfect hiding
place! We quietly pile aboard, the Council turn Guyot into a thin red
mist, look around, assume weve escaped, and most or all of them leave to
hunt us down. Six hours from now we launch straight up through Relics
Point as per the original plan, and then go to ground somewhere while the
Iseki grows us a pair of those Gigantic things.
If it comes to that,
Tetsurô pointed out, itd only take one Zoalord to shoot the
Ruin down as we launched. Better no ship at all than one in our hands,
right? I agree with the Supervisor. Our only chance is to stand up
and even if we
die, he went on, paling slightly,
we can at least try to take Arkanfæl and the Council with
us! No Zoalords means no slavemasters for the Zoanoid army, and no
Barcas to come up with new designs
if nothing else, we could give the
rest of the world a fighting chance.
Shô locked eyes with Agito.
Hes right, you know. If we run now well be running for
the rest of our lives, and that wont be a long time! Even if we
could get away with the Iseki, itd take years to grow a
maybe decades, its not all that clear. We
dont have that kind of time; by then Kronosd be in total
control! Even a hyper-Guyver wouldnt stand a chance against a
planet full of Zoanoids. Running just doesnt work. I say we
make our stand here, today. If the Professors plan works
wont just be throwing our lives away, not if we can wipe those bastards
Shôd been expecting more of an
argument, really, but Agito always could find ways to surprise him. The
older boy was silent, a completely unfamiliar uncertainty writ large on his
face. There was no time to pursue this further, though, with Guyot and
Arkanfæl tearing their way down through Relics Point and the rest of the
Twelve close on their heels.
Any further objections?
Odagiri-shunin asked. Silence greeted him. Then we just need an
operator for the beam-rifle
and with that, Shôs memory
ground to a halt. The mental equivalent of three-foot-thick steel doors
slammed into place, cutting him off in mid-flashback.
NO! His armor-synthesized
scream rang across the cave, breaking its perfect silence for the first time
as he drove a fist into a nearby girder and snapped it like a reed.
Dammit, I cant do this again! Shô ranted on,
desperately trying to reason with his own subconscious mind. If hed
suppressed some other traumatic event, there was no telling what might trigger
it again, keep him from using the Guyver at some critical moment.
However much he might hate what fate had made of him, Shô desperately
needed the bio-boosters power now. To defend the human race
to save his friends and allies
There was a hole in his mind, and now he
could see its shape: a hole where a person should have been. Someone he
knew, someone close to him
closer even than Tetsurô
Had he killed again?
The answer lay somewhere within. Once
more at war with his inner self, Shô descended into a mælstrom of
This was their last stand, and their last
The Iseki was dying. Still
linked to its control-medallion computer systemno, Shô corrected
himself, to its soulhe could feel its terrible pain; and, worse,
its shame at having failed its Captain.
The Iseki was dying, and Shô
could spare no part of his mind for grief, because Guyot was dead and his
killer stood before them. Because Murakami was dying, burning the last
of his power to shield their allies. Because Agito stood by his side,
their mega-smashers charging in unison, in what must surely strike their
opponents as the last word in futility.
The eleven remaining Kronos God Generals
were arrayed before them, resplendent in their elaborate robes and shoulder
armor. Hamilcal Barcas, wizened and greybearded, zoacrystal gleaming in
his forehead. Shin Rubeo Amniculus, Arkanfæls second in
command. Luggnagg de Krumeggnik, grinning wryly at their
foolishness. Kablar Khan, shriveled form levitating above the
rest. Others, some nearly human, some distorted mockeries, whose names
Shô had never learned and now never would.
And in the lead, burning like the morning
star, the first of them all. He whose desires had shaped human civilization
from its beginnings, who had protected his hidden people from those who would
destroy them not out of any humanitarian urge, but because of an ancient,
insatiable desire for conquest, and because the Zoanoids were helpless to
resist his every command.
The cavern was too small, it seemed, to
contain his might. Near-tangible waves of zoapower affected even the
unmodified humans, nibbling away at undeveloped telepathic receptors, urging
them to fall down and worship the First Ones awful majesty.
Only two of all there assembled were
completely unaffected. Shô and Agito felt nothing beyond perfectly
justifiable fear; knew, finally, the true meaning of the alien word
Not beyond the norm. Not
out of control.
You really are bent on
self-destruction, arent you? the Super-Zoalord marveled, that
mellow, commanding voice echoing throughout the cave. I had hoped
it wouldnt come to this
but, really, I never expected to find
surviving bio-booster units in the first place; their loss will do nothing to
Kronoss plansand far be it from me to deny such dedication.
You would, I suspect, have made
excellent Zoalordsfar better than this, he gestured at Guyots
Never! Agito bit out before
Shô could respond. Once I might have walked Guyots
paththough in his place I would not have failed (here
Arkanfæl actually nodded slowly) but I see now that there
are higher, better roads to travel. I blamed Kronoss existence, my
true fathers death, on corrupt humanity. I see, now, that
humanity never had anything to do with itthat all along, all the
corruption was in you! Even if it means our own deaths, we
will destroy you!
The small part of Shôs mind not
keeping track of the situation was shocked. Not half an hour ago, Agito
Makishima had been the sole dissenting voice in council; if what Murakami-san
had told him and Tetsurô in private was even partially true, Guyver III
was dedicated to overthrowing Kronos and then setting himself up as the
immortal emperor of Earth. And yet, just then, hed sounded more
utterly sincere than Shô could ever remember him being. What in
the name of the kamis had happened to him?!
No time for that. There would be no
time for anything else in this life. The Guyvers sensor discs scanned and
rescanned Arkanfæls psionic defense field, coming up with the same
answer each time: the effect was at its strongest where the two Guyvers stood,
more than enough power in it to warp their combined beams awaybut not too
much more; he must be conserving energy, only days or weeks away from
hibernation. It could work
The mega-smashers hit peak capacity
simultaneously. But rather than firing, the two bio-boosters stood
waiting for no more than a half-second
and, with no warning whatsoever, a
blinding beam of energy sliced into the Council from far off to the right!
The Zoalords were taken utterly by
surprise, charged particles smashing through their weak side-shields.
Three, including Barcas, were consumed in the firestorm; the others were badly
burned. Even Arkanfæls shield was pierced; blisters dotted
his arm as he and the other survivors reflexively shifted their defenses to
deal with the sudden threat
and that was the signal for Shô
and Agito to release their own pent-up bolts of power.
The mega-smashers finished the job that the
beam rifle had begun. The remaining God Generalseven, Shô
noted with a last moment of satisfaction, Arkanfæl himselfvanished
like sandblasted ice-sculptures in that torrent of subnuclear fire. But,
as theyd feared, enough power was turned back by the First One to ensure
their own destruction
As the flames consumed him, a few last
impressions made their way into Shôs mind. Murakamis
shield held out, protecting Tetsurô and the renegades, though the
proto-Zoalord would not himself live out the hour. Agitos dark form
leaped back, in a desperate and possibly successful attempt to escape his own
returned energies. Shô, however, stood his groundlooking off
to the right, to where the beam-rifle had been fired, straining for one last
and the walls came down again.
He was beyond screaming now, fighting a
grim war against deep-rooted defenses.
I have to know. I have
to know what happened. I cant rely on my power until I know the
truth, no matter how painful it might be!
I need the power! If
Im still alive, and if any part of Kronos is leftIve got to
be in control, to fight them, to defend the world, to protect
Deep inside Shôs mind, something
Closer than Tetsurô
A hole where a person should have
We just need an operator for the
To protect the one who mattered more to him
than life itself.
oh gods, no
else, anything else, let the world die in fire, let Arkanfæl rule
forever, but not that, not her
The last walls crumbled.
Then we just need an operator
for the beam rifle.
Odagiri-shunins people began
discussing the merits of martyrdom. Whoever actually fired the thing was
unquestionably doomed; Shô, Agito, and Murakami were out of the running
as theyd all be needed elsewhere. Around half of the Basement
crew, especially the older scientists, were at least vaguely willing to
sacrifice themselves, but
It was Agito who came up with the most
cogent objection. This whole plan, he pointed out,
requires whoever has the gun to stand well away from everyone else in
our group. Doesnt anyone think thatll make Arkanfæl
and the others just a bit suspicious?
He may be right, Odagiri
allowed. The operator has to be someone theyd never
suspect. Someone who seems absolutely harmless
Theres only one choice,
then, a new voice broke in. Give me the gun. Ill do
All heads turned to the speaker, to
Chaos erupted around the table.
Tetsurô, seated next to his sister,
sent his chair flying into the wall as he scrambled to his feet and grabbed
her by the shoulders. Mizuki, tell me youre joking! You
cant possibly mean
Aniki, she replied, brushing
his arms away, please, for once, just shut up. Mizuki
turned, just in time to intercept Shô. And you, too,
she warned, cutting him off. Just
Her grey eyes brimmed with tears.
began. I wish it didnt have to be this way. I wish,
more than anything, that we couldve just lived out normal lives
but that never could have happened, even if you didnt run into the
Guyver. She took his hands, tears now streaming down her face, as
silence fell across the room.
And now were in so deep, that
there isnt any way out
and the only thing you and Makishima-san
Mizuki fought to keep from breaking down completely.
Do you really think Id want to live in a world without you?!
Shôs heart performed the difficult trick of sinking into his boots
and leaping at the same time. Mizuki-chan, youve got to
everything Ive done, everything I let myself become, it was
I know, Shô. And I
love you for it. She buried her face in his chest. But
we cant just think of ourselves now
we cant let
Kronos ruin any more lives. What they did to your father
those people in Takeshiro
It must never happen again.
No matter what it takes. And I am the only one here whod
get away with this.
She waved a hand around the room,
indicating each group in turn. Odagiri-shunin? Your people
are the masterminds heredo you think the Zoalords wont be watching
Onuma-san? Shizu? Not
after that last fight
blowing a squad of Ramotiths away with shotguns
isnt exactly going to draw attention away from you.
Tetsurô? Everyone knows
youre the brains of our little group. If I were a Zoalord Id
wonder what you were up to
as far as anyone in
Kronos is concerned, Im harmless. A distinctly bitter edge
crept into her voice. Ever since this started, Ive been
nothing but bait to them. If I accidentally get separated from
the rest of the group
they wont even care!
No one answered her; no dissenting voice
was raised, as Shô struggled to find some counter to the terrible weight
of Mizukis logic. Hed become a warrior, a killer, all to
protect her. And yet
if their sacrifice could destroy
Kronoss plans for humanity
Did he have any right to stop her?
Mizuki-chan, he managed,
through a haze of his own tears. All I ever wanted
live an ordinary life
with you. I guess that just wasnt
meant to be
You know how much I want to say
no, to find someone else. But I cant
me, I cant. If youre sure this is what you want
Im sure, she
whispered. I wont live without you,
but we will be together again. I know it.
The silence was shattered by a shrieking
alarm. Sir! a tech called to Odagiri.
Guyots just broken into Sector Fifteenfigure we have ten
minutes max before they hit the Basement!
The renegades leader stood, looking
years older and wearier than he had a few minutes before. We have
no more time for debate, he said heavily. Segawa-san
seems youve left us no choice. Everyone, to your postsyou
have five minutes!
The conference room emptied, leaving only
Shô, Mizuki, Tetsurô, Shizu, Odagiri, and a distinctly
shellshocked Agito behind. Segawa-san, the professor sighed,
Ill be in the main lab, with the beam rifle. Youve all
got five minutes to say whatever needs to be said, then meet me there.
As he left, Mizuki regretfully broke away
from Shôs embrace and turned to her brother.
Im sorry. I wish there were some other
way, but this is the only path left for us.
try not to get
yourself killed too, all right? Someone needs to live
to tell the world
what really happened here. She smiled a brave little smile.
You always did want to write something more serious than
Tetsurô gathered Mizuki and Shô up in a rough hug. I
Ill make sure everyone knows. Ill make sure no
one ever forgets you
eyes with his best friend. Wherever you go, whatever happens
Take care of her.
Shô just nodded, not trusting himself
All right, then. Agito
Agito Makishima was still sitting at the
conference table, staring at nothing in particular, stiff and silent
solitary tear slowly working its way down his cheek.
What the heck happened to
him? Mizuki asked.
Tch. Tetsurô shook
his head. Jeez, he picked a great time to have the
revelation of his life
Look, you two go on ahead. Shizu and
Ill handle zombie-boy here. He gently pushed them toward the
There was no more time. The next few
minutes passed by in a blur: the professor showing Mizuki the beam rifles
firing mechanism, hiding the super-weapon in a duffelbag, Agito and
Tetsurô showing up at the last moment, one final lingering kiss
and then, the showdown.
looking off to the right, to where the
beam rifle had been fired, straining for one last glimpse of
Mizuki, right arm and much of her torso
vaporized, clothes, flesh, and bone alike burning
somehow, still alive,
screaming in agony with the one lung left her, falling back against the hull
of the dying Iseki
Mizuki was dead.
Mizuki was dead, and he was still
alive, brought back against all odds and against his own desires by that
damned, monstrous machine in his head!
No. There had to be more to it.
The medallion shouldnt have been able to survive the firestorm, there
must have been some outside agency hed been lying on some kind of
Shô whirled, megasmashers charging,
ready to annihilate whatever force had had the temerity to resurrect him
and froze, struck stone-still
by what he saw.
It was around fifteen feet long, an
elaborate shell of bio-booster chitin lined with soft tissue, open like a
flower to show spaces for three occupants. On the left, a depression where he
must have lain, conforming exactly to the design of Guyver I. In the
middle, nine feet tall and the color of old ivory, an incredible figure that
could only be the hyper-booster armorthe Guyver Gigantic, empty and
waiting for a pilot. And on the right
on the right, there was another
Guyver. Not Agito, not Lisker, its armor a deep purple
contours unmistakably female.
It couldnt be real. Absolutely,
and yet hope, so recently dead and dust, rose
like a phnix in Shôs battered soul.
Its opticsher opticswere
dark, but the control medallions crystal ring shone, pulsing like a
heartbeat. The host still slept, but the Guyver was awake and monitoring
its surroundings. If he made one move it interpreted as a hostile
well, better not to go there.
Trembling, afraid to believe his
armors senses but desperately needing to, Shô awakened the
telepathic transceivers on his back and sent a gentle mindcall to the sleeping
Shifting, half-formed thoughts slowly
responded to his touch. :Mmm
? Zat you?:
oh, gods, it was really
Mizukis mindvoice switched gears, from half-asleep to sheer
terror. :The firemy arm!:
Shô! She snapped upright in the cocoon, optics
flaring to life, as Shô rushed to take her in his arms.
Mizuki, its all right! he
said, in what he hoped was a firm-yet-reassuring manner.
Youre healed now, were both fine, theres
nothing to worry about As gently as possible, he lifted
Mizuki out of the cocoon and helped her stand.
? she echoed, not
quite believing. Shô, we were
we were dead
is this Heaven, or?
None of the above, the young
warrior replied, heart suddenly lighter than a feather. I
it was the Iseki, it must have been. I was still
mindlinked with it, right up to the last moment
it must have used the
last of its power to protect me. And it saw you in my thoughts, knew
how I feel about you
and saved you, too, the only way it
could. Shô held her firmly, hoping his next little surprise
wouldnt shock her too much. Mizuki-chan
She stiffened for a momentbut no
more. Slowly, Mizuki raised a hand to her eyes, flexing her fingers,
studying the bio-booster shell in what Shô belatedly realized was
neither fear nor revulsion
Purple? she finally
It looks good on you, really,
Shô hastened to assure her. Almost like someone polished and
waxed it, not all rough like this one
He broke off as Mizuki
tapped a finger to his sonic busters in what would have been a
shushing gesture had his mouth been exposed.
Shô, its all right.
Really, she said softly. Im not going to break down, or
panic, or anything like that
after all weve been through,
itd take a lot more than waking up in a symbiotic battlesuit to spook
me. I guess this makes me Guyver IV, right?
around, taking in the ruins about them for the first time.
Shô, what happened here? It looks like this place has
been deserted for
Well, thats the bad
news, Shô sighed, gesturing toward the cocoon. I guess the
Iseki decided to keep us on ice until its little present there was
hyper-booster? But you said it could take
Years, maybe a decade or two,
he confirmed grimly. Weve been down here a long
While Mizuki digested that, Shô sent
an experimental psi-command to the cocoon. Obediently, it slid shut and
vanished into whatever pocket dimension bio-booster organisms called home,
taking the Gigantic with it. One less thing to worry about.
We really did it, didnt
Mizukis tone caught Shô by
surprise again. Eh
? You mean the Zoalords.
Yeah. Theyre gone, all of
And if enough times gone by for all this to
then its over,
Shô finished, the implications finally settling in. Agito lived,
Im almost sure of it
and with nothing but regular Zoanoids to
fight, theres no way Kronos could have stood up to him.
Its over. The words
sounded like something in an alien tongue, a concept he could barely grasp
after so many weeks of war; but moment by moment, like sunrise on a clear
morning, the new reality was illuminating his weary soul.
Its over. Mizuki-chan
free. Whooping, he lifted her up and spun about in sheer
exultation, their laughter filling the cave. Were
As Shô set her down, Mizuki pulled in
close for a kiss
and fell back in frustration when chitin met sonic
oscillators. Shô, she asked in a sweet-yet-dangerous
tone, how exactly do we take these things off?
very glad bio-armor didnt blush. Now that I think about it,
that might not be a good idea just yet. For one thing, its got to
be freezing cold down here, and the airs probably gone stale.
he trailed off.
the Guyvers can regrow our
bodies just finetheyll even keep your hair styled,
dont ask me howbut theres not a lot they can do about
Now it was Mizukis turn for a hidden
blush. If anything theyd been wearing had survived that firestorm,
shed be amazed. Okay, she managed, one more
reason for us to get out of here.
weve been trying
to escape from Relics Point for so long now, even discounting however many
years we were asleep
and every time we wound up heading back in
Lets end it,
lets leave Relics Point, leave Takeshiro
and never come back. There are too many terrible
The blue Guyver nodded in agreement, looked
up toward the dark shaftthen paused. Actually, theres
something wed better get out of the way first.
And that is?
Guyver Operations 101,
Shô grinned (well, at least his voice grinned). Dont
worry, this shouldnt take more than a few minutes
That was in fact the case. As
Shô explained it, in times of crisis hed often discovered the key
to a new weapon or defense would simply appear in his mindno doubt
placed there by the control medallion. When hed started comparing
notes with Agito, theyd found that merely being shown a new trick was
enough to prompt the medallions guidance; now, as Shô demonstrated
vibro-swords, gravity cannon, and infrared laser, Mizuki found herself with an
intuitive grasp of their operation. In a surprisingly short time, she
was burning an arrow-pierced heart bearing the legend MS+SF into the cave wall
for future archaeologists to puzzle over.
If we get into a fight,
Shô explained, youll probably find yourself a lot better at
it than youd thinkthats the control medallion at work
again. Theres two things you need to keep in mind, though.
First: try not to worry too much
about getting hurtthe Guyver can even regenerate lost limbs or organs,
really quicklybut if
an arm or something does get cut off,
make sure you retrieve it afterwards.
You remember the monster that showed
up at schoolthe one that looked like me?
Mizuki nodded. Yes
thought that was a Zoanoid
it was a mindless,
rogue Guyver, that grew out of my arm after Enzyme chewed it
off. Shô winced at the memory. When I caught up
with it, the control medal absorbed the whole thing back into the armor
dont know what it might have done if it stayed loose.
Aack. Okay, and the
Just this. He tapped her
forehead gently. You can survive just about anything in the
but the control medallion is your life. If its
even slightly damaged, youre in constant danger of losing
and it doesnt heal itself like the armor, and as far as I
know theres no one on Earth who could fix it. Dont ever
let anything hit the medal, no matter what.
Got it. She shivered
Wed better save the big
gunsthe sonic buster and mega-smashers for a less enclosed
area, Shô concluded. Which just leaves one last
lesson. This one youre gonna love
No question, he said, taking
her handand lifting off, as the gravitonic generator at his waist flared
to life. Time to fly!
Mizuki gasped in delight as she in turn
rose above the wreckage, flitting about as control came to her.
Okay, you were right, she laughed, doing a midair pirouette.
This is fantastic! Just think about where you want to go, and it
So lets think about
The two Guyvers ascended into darkness.
Relics Point was in ruins.
As Shô and Mizuki made their way
upward, it became very clear that someone else had come this way
beforesomeone whod been determined to leave no trace of
Kôrin-sha biotechnology intact. They found computer banks melted
down, sliced apart, shattered, and/or riddled with the neat, slightly
cauterized tunnels left by gravity bullets; filing cabinets were gutted, their
contents charred to ash; and every last Zoanoid processing tank had
Agito must have been in a really bad
Some of that was wearing off on them.
The corridors of Relics Point were choked with dust; trickles of water ran
down the walls and floors, rust and discoloration everywhere. There was
an overwhelming impression of age, and the unspoken question weighed
heavier on them with each passing hour: how long had they slept?
Theyd left the main shaft, now
thoroughly blocked with wreckage left over from Guyots foolhardy coup
attempt, hours ago, and wereas far as they could tell from the
occasional faded you-are-here mapboardhalf a mile below the surface,
past the R&D sectors and into a barracks area, when they found the warehouse.
Shôs best guess made it a
storage depot for covert-operations gear. The hard plastic crates were,
for the most part, still intact and tightly sealedand most of their
contents proved untouched by time. Military rations had long since
spoiled, but the bio-boosters kept hunger at bay if they could
regenerate entire bodies from mere scraps of tissue, Shô mused, they
could certainly keep their hosts fed.
They unpacked and discarded all manner of
surveillance equipment, not likely to be of any use to them; it was Mizuki who
uncovered the real prize: the entire west side was devoted to camping gear and
clothing. A lantern, its batteries an unfamiliar design that
miraculously still functioned, provided real light for the first time while
they eagerly ransacked the crates for anything that might fit.
Locating changing rooms near the entrance,
Shô and Mizuki separated to try on their finds. For the first time
in gods only knew how long, Guyver I dispatched his armor into subspace and
became merely Shô Fukamachi.
The air was chill, but a slight breeze from
the upper levels kept it reasonably fresh. Shô studied himself in
the fitting-room mirror; this was his third body, yet indistinguishable from
the original. As always, no trace remained of any of the terrible
injuries hed suffered since first bonding with the armor, but the few
scars hed picked up before that day were faithfully duplicated.
And, however long theyd been asleep
in the Basement
he hadnt aged a day. Now that was
something to think about.
Brushing thoughts of eternity aside for
now, Shô dressedjeans, sneakers, sweater heavy enough to banish the
coldand returned to the main chamber.
Where an incredible sight awaited him.
Somewhere in those crates, Mizuki had come
up with an exact copy of her Narisawa High sailor fuku. There in the
lanterns light, grey eyes shimmering like the moonlit ocean, that warm,
she was an island of normality in the midst of strangeness,
and heartbreakingly beautiful.
No, he decided, not heartbreaking.
And then they were together. No armor
to intervene in their embrace, nothing but the warmth of two human hearts
driving off the cold of Relics Point
With a soft buzz, the last boulder blocking
their way fell into four pieces. Fresh air washed over the two Guyvers
as a star-filled sky was revealed at tunnels mouth.
I told you this was the way
out, Mizuki reminded Shô as they picked their way over the
rubble. The last route hed picked turned out to lead nowhere but a
long-dead power plant, too far below the surface for a safe exit; before
that, theyd wound up in a laundry room.
Now, at last, the Guyvers were on the
surface: a small access tunnel emerged somewhere atop Mount Minakami, where a
warm summer night waited for them. Relaxing at last, they shed first
backpacks and then bioarmor.
After all this time and effort, heartbreak
and reunion, Shô and Mizuki were free.
Theyd come out in a clearing,
surrounded by the ancient forest that covered most of the artificial
mountain. Shô flopped to the ground, laughing softly, just looking
up at the cloudless night sky; as Mizuki joined him, he switched their lantern
off to improve the view, as they and Tetsurô had done on camping trips
before the madness consumed their lives.
Both lay there for some time, not speaking,
just revelling in the moment; in the grassy blanket beneath them, the sounds
of cicadas and nightbirds, and the jewel-studded sky above.
After a while, Shô broke the
silence. I thought wed never see this again, love, he
murmured. But we really made it
beat the odds, beat the bad
guys, saved the world, and lived to tell about it.
Its been so long, though
yknow, everybody probably thinks were dead.
Eh, so well surprise
em. Think Tetsurôs made us famous yet?
If I know my brother, Mizuki
laughed, hes got the whole world singing our praises by now.
We might have to get plastic surgery just to keep the press off
Lets worry about that when it
happens. Right now, I just want to get some sleep. Shô
began unfurling Kronos-issue sleeping bags. Man, what a
night, he continued. I dont think Ive ever seen
the sky so clear before
Abruptly, Mizuki scrambled to her
Shô, youre right. We
havent. There was a sudden note of panic in her voice.
Eh? Mizuki, theyre just
There are too many of
them! The terror was rising, and it was beginning to creep into
Shôthough he still had no idea what she was talking about. He
looked, and looked
and then, all at once, he saw,
and the vision was terrible to behold.
Too many stars.
Even on the darkest, moonless night, the
lights of Takeshiro and surrounding towns should be drowning out all but the
brightest. With a growing sense of wrongness, he picked out the seventh
star of the Pleiades, something theyd never managed.
There was no distant, dull highway roar.
And the air. Fresh, clean,
utterly devoid of any trace of pollutants. Cleaner than anything hed
breathed in his life!
It was as if all traces of humanity had
been swept away.
was mumbling. So Takeshiro should be that way
Shô, weve got to find out whats happened!
Hurriedly repacking the bedrolls, the two
troubled youths made their way to the southeastern slope. What they
found was beyond any expectations.
There was no trace of Takeshiro Village,
none at all. The valley floor was covered in old-growth forest as far as
even the Guyvers eyes could see.
There were, however, two sources of
One, halfway across the valley, appeared to
be an ordinary campfire. The other
It was a wall of faint, rippling blue
light, three hundred feet high, as if some kami with a strange sense of humor
had stripped the surface off a river and set it on its side, flowing
arrow-straight across the valley and over the horizon. The Guyvers
sensors provided no explanation; there was nothing there but sourceless
visible light, no sign of any instrumentality that could have produced it.
Years? Decades? Mizuki
whispered, trembling. We must have been down there for
years? A hundred
Oh gods, I know I said I wasnt
going to break down again, but I dont know how much more of this I can
Shô wasnt feeling much more
stable himself, but he felt that at least a token effort should be made.
Whatevers happened, we cant just stay up here forever.
We need to learn the truth
might as well start with whoever those people
by the fire are. At this distance, his
sensors could just make out the presence of two humans and four
Mizuki brought herself back to reality with
no small effort. No sign of civilization, two people out in the middle
Something in the corner of her armors eye
caught her attention. At the base of Mount Minakami, almost directly
I dont remember anything about a
shrine on this face of the mountain
Mizuki broke into a run without further
comment, heading down the slope in great armor-assisted leaps. Shô
followed, his questioning mindcalls ignored, fearing that his true love had
finally been driven over the edge.
Reaching the valley floor, he caught sight
of herarmorless now, in the courtyard of a dilapidated Shinto shrine,
shivering in the warm night, her lantern trained on a group of statues.
As their forms sank into his badly-stressed mind, Shô shed his armor and
joined Mizuki, holding her close in utter silence.
There were three statues, thirty feet high
and carved from white marble. They were weathered, chipped in places, streaked
with the detritus of generations of perching birds
Mizuki slipped her lanterns beam down
to a greened-bronze plaque on the heroically-posed groups pedestal:
MASAKI MURAKAMI SHÔ FUKAMACHI MIZUKI SEGAWA
May 10, 1950- March 25, 1968- December 9, 1968-
May 8, 1985 May 8, 1985 May 8, 1985
NEVER FORGET THEIR SACRIFICE
Standing before their own ancient memorial,
the two could feel the terrible weight of years pressing in upon them, and the
question Shô had asked himself on waking dominated their thoughts.
How long had they been dead?
END PART ONE
[CL: End-credits theme from Fist of the North Star TV]
So just what the heck is going on here,
After all the nastiness thats just
been heaped on our heroes, they deserve a little good karma. So
Shô and Mizuki are about to meet the one person on Earth who can best
help them understand and come to terms with their new world. Join us
whenever the hell Im done for equal parts exposition, angst, affection
and action as Stage One continues in
DENSETSU NO GUYVER: A History Lesson
CS Guyver is a very open
series. That is to say, I have a definite ending worked out, but a lot of
stories to tell along the way, and more may turn up in the process before we
reach the final stage, Mysteries of the Worm.
NOTES FROM DEEP LEFT FIELD
I cant believe thats over.
This first chapter of a hopefully epic saga
has been in the works since 1996, possibly setting a new record for slowest
fanfic writer (though I kinda doubt it). Who knows, maybe ch. 2 will be
finished before the next millennium
(i.e. 2001, so theres still
Anyway: this is a crossover fic,
primarily involving Yoshiki Takayas Bio-Booster Armor Guyver
manga and Kevin Siembiedas Rifts role-playing game.
Rather than arrange for Shô and company to visit Rifts Earth, I did a
little history patching and arranged for one to be the past of the
it was surprisingly easy. Folks from a couple other worlds
will be showing up around Chapter 5, but Im not saying who just yet.
For Guyver fans: this follows the manga
version exclusively right up to volume 7 (the end of the Viz translation) but
then takes a sharp turn into deep left fieldmy home turf. :) Much
of the info in this chapter, though, is derived from volumes 8-15 (I live less
than forty miles away from a huge Japanese bookstore. Jealous?
Good. ;) and from
Star's Guyver Page. In particular, note that I take English spelling
from the manga datafiles and not from the horrible Viz Comics
translation; hence Guyot instead of Gyro, Barcas for Valkus, etc. (I
dont know for certain how to spell the #1 Zoalords name, so I went
with the coolest variation on it Ive found so far.)
For Rifts fans: very little has actually
changed, and most of it has to be kept secret for the moment. Sorry
If you dont know what a Guyver might
be, or if youve only seen the horrible ghastly stupid American
live-action movies, check out the above-mentioned Stars page for a full
If youre a Guyver fan who has no idea
what a Rift is, dont worry, that stuff doesnt show up til
next chapter and there will be a full explanation on site.
Mizuki's armor is loosely based on
Inspector Valcuria/Guyver II from the "Out of Control" animated movie.
What was a Narisawa High sailor fuku
doing in Relics Point, you ask? Remember the Mizuki-doppelgänger
Zoanoid from manga chapter 12Kronos obviously prepares for things like
Think of the BGM as mostly cribbed
from the Guyver OAVs, the Fist of the North Star TV series, and Vampire Hunter
D. The OAV opening theme, though, will be replaced next episode by the
regular SDWG opener.
The term God Generals is
taken from the manga; the Zoalords are frequently referred to as the
Jûni-shin-shô, the Twelve Divine Generals.
Likewise, Arkanfæl is called the Super-Zoalord on several
Incidentally, there are kanji
associated with both Zoanoid and Zoalord:
Jû-ka-hei beast-shifting-soldier and
respectively. The Zoalords transformation phrase, translated by
Viz as ZOAFORM TRANSFER! for no readily understandable reason, is
in fact Jû-Shin-Hen!, which literally translates into
Beast God Change!.
More Japanese notes
Advent-people; specifically religious term (In Volume 14 we
discover that the Advents refer to their collective consciousness as
Uranus, which explains a lot.)
-go: language (Nihongo: Japanese,
Eigo: English, etc. Kôrin-go: Adventese.)
Aniki: brother (informal); what Viz
translates as bro
dôjinshi: fanfiction (text or
self-published manga; Japanese copyright laws and traditions are rather less
strict than those on this side of the Pacific, and there's actually something
of a market for this stuff)
Senshi: warrior (not necessarily in a
sailor suit n.n;)
seppuku: ritual suicide (if you have
to ask, you dont want to know.)
Well, thats about it for this
one. Please send comments, flames, or what-have-you to email@example.com. Be
sure to include To Sam or similar in the subject, as it's a shared
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