The New World

Warlord Guyver

The Accolade

            Albass steps out of the shower, wipes her eyes out and stares into the mirror. She does not know what has become of this world.

            The year according to the Anti Advent Republic is 33587. It’s been approximately 20 years since the annihilation of earth by hands of the creators.

            Out of the 10,000 or so humans that survived the mass genocide, we now number 3 million. This is mainly due to the Anti Advent Republics generosity in allowing us of use of 2/3 of their cloning facilities. Now, 2 million people are stationed on The Accolade. Approximately 150,000 members of other races are as well. Members of the Yovkisher mainly. The Yovkisher are the race of people that Aqua Guyver belongs to. His people are the founders of the Anti Advent Republic and the largest group within it.

            In all there are 12 Warrior Races that are with the Anti Advent Republic. There are others but each group is too small to pose a real standing. Each of the twelve races was created by the creators and left to die. Now together the advents own creations will destroy them. The Humans, the first race to show the Guyver effect is also the smallest group in their numbers.

            Each race has a representative in the Hierarchy. The Yovkisher have Zass Tallas, the Koll have Q’Gongi, and the humans have Albass.

            The creators have not been seen lately. At first it was thought they detected us and began preparing for an attack, but it’s been years and it would not take years for the creators to build a sufficient army to attack. The other possibility is that they have stopped looking. At most the Anti Advent Republic poses a simply minor threat to them. Even with the mass numbers of Mark II Guyvers and troops we have little chance against the creators if we attacked head on. The creators have billions upon billions of Jy-taki and Orobouras. And even if we could defeat the Jy-taki forces they would become Orobouras and pose an even greater threat.

            Our situation is bleak at best. Mainly we’ve hid. Our forces are yet to be called upon for the Anti Advent Republic. We number 2 million Mark II Guyvers and 400,000 Zoagods.

            Mitsuki, Marilyn and Ken have all been processed into Wyvern. This was a difficult process that could only be completed so many times before the original Wyvern wore down. The copied Wyverns have the same strength but are unable to be copied.

            Ayame Sasaki, Kenji Sasaki’s wife, has been also processed into a Wyvern. Pirate Guyver, Dark Unit II, and Guyver4 II have also been joined with the Wyvern. Together they make a small arms force known as ‘Zeus Thunderbolt’, led by Agito Makashima. They are in charge of ensuring the safety of the millions of humans.

Pirate Guyver has been enhanced with present day Mark II and became equal to a Wyvern in power. Although still a complete Guyver, his weapons are at full strength and he seems to be able to seep energy from his environment similar to a W’Kar, although it can only be used to increase his weapons 40%.

            Necro W’Kar, Warrior Ninja, Xetel and Albass are part of the main force. They retain order upon The Accolade. Albass politics has allowed her to gain a lot of pull. Xetel has been entrusted as head of the Kronos Heavy Battle Forces and is in command of the entire fleet of Mark II Guyver and Zoagods and is one of the top generals in the AAR.

            The two W’Kar, Necro and Warrior Ninja, have each become deranged in their own way.

            Kenji has become overbearing and vengeful against the creators. He relishes for their destruction and will stop at nothing to see their end. His thirst for revenge is only surpassed by his overwhelming desire for his wife Ayame.

            Jessica is insane. Her unit is even more tied closely with emotions than Gregs was. With the death of Kalen by the hands of Anubis she wishes only for his death. Although she has not yet had foul play, at times it seems she wishes to kill him while he is frozen.

            The two W’Kar work together. As a team they are unsurpassed. Together they both have defeated a creator battleship trio alone fighting 50 Jy-taki. With the ability to keep their energy up and use attacks the Jy-taki cannot block they are revered as saviors. Amongst the Republic the W’Kar units were like conspiracy. They were heard of but never proven to exist, until now.

            Which brings us to the greatest worry. W’Kar himself, the infamous Anubis.

            Anubis is responsible for the death of Josh and the suspected death of Malice. Also for the murder of XT and somewhere close to 400 others. His power is unimaginable and unsurpassed, as is his evil.

            But what caused Greg to form shift into this creature. Is Anubis a separate being? Is it possible another entity was placed inside of the W’Kar Unit by the creators, or is the being simply shifting through bodies to survive?

            Is it Greg we see? Is it a highly crazy form of his madness we see?

            Anubis spoke as if he was another person. But the DNA of his has certain similarities to Gregs, even if they are simple things like eye color and such. What if this is his next step.

            Our most probable guess is that the creators did something to him while he was captured. They did something to him so when he evolved it freaked his unit out and made him like this.

            Albass steps out of her bathroom in her quarters. She dries her body off from the dew of the shower and places on herself a skintight blue jumpsuit. She looks over to see her Kronos armor, or what she calls the ‘Zoacloak’, next to a dressing table. Neatly placed are a hair comb and a batch of makeup. With it are two pictures. One is a photograph of her with her father. Both donned in their cloaks. Her father was so proud of her that day.

            The other is a photograph of her, Shendal Bensen, Jarrod Lucas, Ira Pike and Greg Lucas. Greg is on the side in his big coat with his arms crossed, back to the others. Shendal sits in similar fashion, although her arms are at her side with her face to the camera. Jarrod and Ira sit next to each other, Jarrod with his tongue out and a finger pulling the bottom of his eye down, Ira with a smirking grin on her face. She is sitting behind them smiling.

            Those were the years that she was raised by Greg and the others. Ira taught her to stand up for what she wanted, Shendal to never let the fact you’re a woman put you down, Jarrod to have fun even while working, Greg to fight for what you believe in.

            She was so happy then with them. Everyday Greg would set time aside and teach her how to fight. He taught her to take pain, he taught her how to strike for the weak spot, he taught her to battle for what she believed in, and never let anyone tell you different. For a many while she thought she loved him. But more and more it became more like he was a friend. Besides, he was far too infatuated with Cassandra and then Shendal and Ira were both always trying to get their claws into him. Jarrod used to get pissed and said, “The asshole gets the chicks while I, the nice guy, sits back and only get to watch their butts shake”.

            Ira taught her to be a lady. Although Ira herself wasn’t always very lady like she was raised to be so and knew how. Albass learned to cook, clean and do all sorts of chores. She learned to be nice and polite while being strong. Ira helped her become the great politician she is today.

            Jarrod couldn’t help but try and have fun, it was his nature. Carefree towards everything he was always trying to crack a joke. Even when Greg was trying to be very serious about something Jarrod would always do something funny. He showed her that being worried about something could only make things worse. You must solve the problem, but don’t kill yourself doing it.

            Shendal was the big feminist of the group. She was also the only person that dared stand up to Greg in his full powered form. Even Jarrod and Ira backed down, Shendal gave him the finger. She would follow Greg’s commands as if they were orders, but would always do things her way. In truth Shendal was the one who showed her what being a woman’s about. And she would help you no matter what.

            They truly helped her out a lot. Jarrods death was a great loss to her as well as Ira’s. Shendal is still here and Greg is now gone.

            She can’t give up on the person that helped her through the hardest part of her life. If she did that then she would never be able to forgive herself. Greg helped her when she needed it, she’ll return the favor.

            Albass grabs the hair comb and brushes her hair out straight. She straps on her cloak and armor before flipping her mane of blond hair back behind her. Stepping out she looks down the hallway to see Xetel. He bows for her.

            “Hello my lady” the giant says.

            “Hello Xetel, how are you today” Albass asks. She always disliked how her father demanded respect without showing it back.

            “The same as usual my lady, the troops are doing their normal exercises and drills. I have begun scouting for Lieutenants to gain Assassin Mark II Units,” he says walking next to her.

            “Very good. I hope to hear good news,” Albass says. Xetel bows and steps away to resume his duties.

            Albass continues down the hall. She passes many people. Many she does not know their name, but she simply uses her psychic powers to read it and reply the hellos and good byes.

            Kenji and Jessica speak in the hallway. As usual a small crowd is stationed nearby to see the W’Kar. Even being acknowledged by such a powerful being is considered a great fortune.

            “Yeah, Ayame won’t quit her bitching. She wants to fight so much it’s killing her. Agito is the same, he wants to test his new squad so bad it’s killing him” Kenji says.

            “She’s a great fighter,” Jessica says. “Oh, hello Albass”.

            “How are the W’Kar doing this morning?” Albass asks smiling.

            Kenji laughs. “The W’Kar are just screwing around as usual. Our jobs are to blow stuff up when it attacks. Nothings attacking”.

            “You two are revered even higher than the 12 members of the hierarchy. You two are the strongest members of the Anti Advent Republic and are responsible for the safety of millions of people. And you’re bored?” Albass says.

            Jessica nods with a half grin. “Jobs to easy. Occasionally we get to rumble with an Orobouras or two but even then it’s a joke”.

            “By the way Albass, Agito is bringing in all the members of the thunderbolt for a check. Last time all of the human big wigs got together the aliens didn’t like it much. They are spooked because the two W’Kar could blow them apart in a second and Agito’s squad is the most highly trained squad in the republic. They get kind of frolicsome at the sight of us” Kenji says.

            Albass nods. “Alright, I’ll be sure to try and keep him low profile. But the way he’s been for the past years he is probably going to want a procession in his honor”.

            “He thinks he’s all that, I’ll smack him a couple times and fix that shit” Jessica says smiling to herself.

            Albass waves goodbye and walks off. To her right she sees a door marked ‘Confinement’.

            She waves her hand in front of the door.

            “DNA SCAN COMPLETE. SUBJECT IDENTIFIED AS ALBASS” the computer says. The door opens and she steps in to see Hamical Balcus at work attempting to improve his old designs.

            “How are things?” she asks.

            “Decent. Mark II Technology is very difficult to implement in Zoaform. I’ve been attempting to give myself an improvement but am finding it difficult” Balcus says.

            Albass smiles. “Keep trying, you’ll figure it out. How’s the captive holding”.

            “Fine, I’m here to scan and see how Guyver like DNA can be implanted in him. It would help and give me a way to implement the Guyver armor into myself,” he says.

            Albass walks up to a glass wall. This side is pitch black to prevent people from seeing in. Her DNA is scanned and she steps inside.

            A large tube stands in the center of the room. In the center is a human male with long red hair, Anubis.

            Wires connect into his body. They were implanted years ago after he almost woke. The wires keep his body in stasis while keeping him alive with nutrition. His body is completely healed; it took 2 weeks for him to completely heal himself!

Aboard the Borckile

            Albass stands with the other 11 members of the Anti Advent Republic’s hierarchy. She is currently the strongest member of them.

            Q’Gongi speaks first. “We wish to exterminate W’Kar”.

            “WHAT” Albass screams!

            Jeri Flisol nods. “He poses too much of a threat. And his condition has not improved. From the reports of witnessing his power we have come to the conclusion that he is greater a risk than a treasure”.

            “That’s bullshit. Greg helped us through our worst days and continued with us. Once we learn what the creators did to him we can reverse it and have him back” Albass says forcefully.

            “The decision has been made Albass, I am sorry. W’Kar will be exterminated in 2 of your earth days” Q’Gongi says.

Ogallala

            After earth was eradicated, Cassandra was a wreck. Her husband kept in stasis for all these years. She visits him as much as possible. Her home here is a beautiful place. Modeled after her home on Forbidden Island, it reminds her everyday of what she lost. With her Lilis servants sent by the AAR for her grief she lives here.

            “I know how Greg felt when I died now,” she says straightening a photograph on the wall. Most of her possessions were excavated from earth. She has all of her things and Greg’s. His bed, his guitar, his music and his clothing. Although it seems he will never use any of it anymore.

            She cries again. She’s been crying for over 20 years. The unit in her keeps her young. She was offered for it to be removed, but she refused. She wants to be alive as long as possible. She wants to see Greg again before she dies.

            A beeping is heard and Cassandra goes to the monitor on the wall. She presses a button and sees Albass face.

            “Hi Albass, how are you” Cassandra says wiping her eyes.

            “Not good I’m afraid. The other members voted almost unanimously to have Greg exterminated”.

            Cassandra’s eyes widen. “My god, how can they”.

            “They don’t understand him. I tried everything I could. I can’t just bust him out either cause if I do its treason and we need the Anti Advent Republic” Albass says.

            Cassandra nods. “I’m coming, where are you stationed”.

            “We are at the Yovkisher home world, why?” she asks.

            Cassandra shuts off the screen and calls her unit. Without a blast field the unit is harmless to the home.

The Accolade

            WARNING, APPROACHING CREATOR FLEET

            Albass wastes no time and teleports into the control room. “How large”.

            “I detect 20 Battleships and a Mothership. Approximately 2 million Jy-taki and 25 million Azathoth” one of the ships operatives says.

            “Damn. Send out the troops. Contact the headquarters and request backup now!” Albass screams running down the hall. Warrior Ninja, Xetel and Zeus Thunderbolt immediately meet her. Followed behind them are approximately 20 million Mark II Guyvers of the standard class, over 120,000 Mark II Assassin Generals and 8 million Zoagods.

            Albass turns and drops her Zoalord armor to the ground reveling her slim blue body suit. Her body morphs into her Zoalord form as the suit form fits to her.

            ““This will be a very difficult battle, I wish you the best of luck”” Albass psychically says to the entire troop.

            The side of the Accolade stirs as the biological flesh disappears allowing the troops to flow outside in numbers.

            Albass runs into the thick of things, blasting away Jy-taki as fast as possible. Her aim is practically perfect hitting every one in the Power Crystal before they can react.

            Xetel uses his brute force inside a field of Azathoth, he breaks them apart with his bare hands, tearing the Control Medals from their heads and laughing as they die.

            Warrior Ninja uses her shielding and sword to slice apart the Jy-taki. Using their own comrades as shields, she is able to wipe many out quickly.

            Necro W’Kar teleports beside Apothecary Guyver. “Holy shit. I gotta help” Necro W’Kar says viewing the carnage outside.

            Apothecary watches as he teleports away leaving her onboard unsupervised. “So far so good” she says walking away.

            She runs down the corridor. The walls shake with explosion from weapons fire. She runs into the door where her husband is held. The damaged ships systems do not activate the security.

            She finds the tube where she sees him floating. His red hair filling the tank almost completely full. The hair floats aside to revel his naked body, smudged in tattoos and blood.

            “I hope their wrong” she says and deactivates her armor. She presses a key on the pad next to it and a red light flares, but no siren. The water begins to drain from the tube holding Anubis.

            The water flows aside. Suddenly Anubis shoots up and smashes through the thick glass and grabs Cassandra by the throat. His eyes stare at her face in a fire red glow.

            “Foolish woman, you are blinded by your love. Your husband is dead. Now I live,” Anubis says laughing.

            “No…this can’t be” Cassandra says choking.

            “Yes it can. I know what has been transpiring here. Do you not think my body was completely aware what was going on beyond the glass, the veil of stars? Finally I have broke through, I’m over the stars. I have been set free and will begin. This race thinks it has seen heartbreak and horror; it has no clue what horror is. I shall begin a reign of terror for which this universe has never seen” Anubis says. His red eyes light up with a smile.

            “No”.

            “Yes. And you, my dear, are to be thanked. For without your little intervention in today’s episode I would have remained within the bio tube” Anubis says. He chokes her harder and brings her face to his and kisses her. She moans and he smiles ramming his teeth into her lips tearing flesh from her.

            He looks at her and smiles, blood covering his mouth and flowing down his throat. “Later I shall thank you in a much more familiar manner my dear”.

            Aza Guyver floats through the ship using her mass abilities. She lands in the room that shows Cassandra and the tank with Anubis. But Anubis is out, holding her by her throat.

            Aza Guyver floats through the wall and looks ahead. Anubis is naked and wet, holding Cassandra who is bleeding through her mouth, her lips torn off and his fingers pressed hard enough to draw blood from her throat.

            Anubis turns his head and looks at Aza Guyver. His face smiles with his teeth stained with blood.

            “You’re a monster,” Aza Guyver says.

            Anubis laughs. “One big difference sweetie, monsters aren’t real. I AM,” he says with a smile. His head tilts back and he screams to the air, “W’KAR”. A blast field explodes around him. Cassandra, hit by the blast, automatically her unit activates. But it’s shielding is hardly strong enough and her body is completely toasted.

            The room is destroyed from the explosion. A 200-foot radius around Anubis is vaporized.

            Aza Guyver remains unscathed. She activates the Warrior Upgrade and becomes Aza Warrior. She runs ahead attempting to attack Anubis.

            He laughs and extends his Plasma Blade. It comes down on top of Aza guyvers head splitting her Control Medal into two pieces. Anubis turns and his Control Medal glows, as Aza Guyver is ripped apart molecule by molecule by his space dilation attack.

            Anubis looks around and sees a body. A young baby. It’s his child.

            He jumps down and grabs the baby by the back. The organism of his unit stirs as he sets the baby inside of it to keep it protected.

            “Raise your children right, they’re your future” Anubis says smiling to himself. The still unconscious Apothecary is held in his hand by the head, his fingers inserted into her skull.

            Necro W’Kar and Warrior Ninja blast their Mega Smashers together and destroy a creator Battleship.

            “One more down” Warrior Ninja says.

            An explosion is felt from behind and the two turn to see the Accolade exploding on the side.

            A split second later they see Anubis in front of them via teleport. “Hello my friends, did you miss me”.

            “You bastard”! Warrior Ninja screams going into rage mode. She slices at Anubis but Anubis is fast enough to dodge and kick her across the chest breaking her in half and hits her with his head laser in the face blowing the side of her head off.

            Necro W’Kar fires his Mega Smasher. Anubis absorbs it and re-fires it as a small gravity beam that shatters his left arm.

            “I have no time for games,” Anubis says. He stares up at the Mothership and smiles. His wings unfold and spread around his body. They begin absorbing energy and create a red field around him. Anubis launches forward and dives through the Mothership with an explosion. On the other side a mile wide hole is seen through the center as creators pour from it.

            Anubis pulls energy from his W’Kar Element and charges his Pressure Cannon and fires a rapid plasma burst that annihilates the ship and the thousand or so creators aboard it.

            The explosion blinds Albass. She looks over to see Anubis holding Apothecary and laughing.

            “Now, for my final trick” his voice screams, echoing through space and defying natural law.

            Anubis raises his hand above his head as his wings spread and the body glows. A ball of energy appears in his hand, pulsing in various colors.

            “Power can only be conceived by the powerless. Now view the power I hold” Anubis says laughing.

            The mile wide ball above him begins to glow brighter and explodes, showering all forms of energy in every direction. A field of battle, thousands of creator and AAR troops is destroyed in a blinding red flash.

Aboard the Borckile

The death toll from the attack reaches close to 7 million troops of ours as well as 4 million of the creators. We estimate that from our battle 2 million of ours were killed along with 1.5 million of theirs. Anubis did the rest.

Q’Gongi stands. “Now Albass, you understand our decision. This Anubis is beyond what we can control or hope to defeat. This is the reason why the laws exist”.

“Where in the laws does it say a being cannot be powerful?” Albass says.

“When has a being been so powerful?” H says. “Law 5: No form of the Unit G, or anything similar, can be allowed to bond with anything above a natural 30 Bio Level. That law was placed to prevent any being with power this high. True, it would be easy to enhance our Zoaforms with Guyver Unit, but in their uncontrolled state they could go rogue and destroy us as well as the creators. We cannot allow such power to exist, whether it comes from us or the creators”.

            Jeri stands. “Albass has a point though. We cannot send a hunt after a being simply because they are strong, or we would send a hunt for all of the W’Kar. But understand Albass, W’Kar is not only beyond a power range that can be controlled, but his personality so far deems him an enemy”.

            “I do understand, but I cannot abandon hope of resurrecting the good within W’Kar” Albass says. Jeri truly is the only one on the council who is as compassionate as she.

            “But how do you know the good still exists in him” Lola says.

            “WHAT” Albass says extremely loud, much more than ever before?

            “You yourself said that you have no idea what happened to the host upon the evolution of his unit. And from records every time the unit healed, every time it evolved, the host suffered severe mental and physical distress. How do you know that this simply isn’t the real host? How do you know this isn’t what he truly is now?”

            Albass flares in anger. “BECAUSE I LIVED WITH THE HOST FOR YEARS, I KNOW HIM BETTER THAN ANYONE IN THE AAR EXCLUDING HIS WIFE. GREG IS NOT ANUBIS, ANUBIS IS SOMETHING ELSE”!

            “Prove it” H says.

Planet Terine

            Shendal rolls her neck. The first part of the puzzle is almost complete. She looks at her lab. This is where she has setup her base, she’s almost ready to submit her pink slip to Albass.

            It smells of disinfectant, a invigorating smell, to those who enjoy it. The technology of the room is highly advanced, most of Shendal’s own design. Dirty with grease spots from dirty fingers, papers strung around the room in a unorganized fashion. Her desk an alter to the god of ineptitude. Clothes from two weeks ago litter the ground. She may be one of the smartest humans alive, but her cleanliness has something to be desired of.

            The planet is barren, an atmosphere much like earth, but with a much different people. The inhabitants of this world are the Lilis, one of there smaller worlds. They are an all female race that procreate asexually. All are peaceful. This planet is their home because of the odd nature of it, 95% of the planet is water, and only little is actual land. But in most parts the water has frozen providing adequate living space for over 4 billion of their kind. This planet attracted Shendal because it was the only planet that the AAR has in protection that they do not visit regularly, therefore giving Shendal the privacy she needs to complete her own personal mission.

            She sips at the cool drink, water. The monitor in front of her beeps as the words on the screen flash, DNA DOWNLOAD COMPLETE.

            Shendal smiles to herself. The first piece of the puzzle, W’Kars DNA.

EPILOGUE

            He opens his eyes. They sting, but he sits up. He looks around. He is in a creator spacecraft and is on a table like thing. He looks over to his right and sees a being. He’s a large built nude male, with an odd growth on his left upper arm.

            Rubbing his eyes he makes it out. It’s not a growth, but a symbol. It is the symbol of the creators. He sees the face more clearly, elf ears and brown hair. He stares at him for a moment.

            He thinks, who am I, who are you?

            I am Oberon.

            What? My head! That was not a sound but a feeling. Am I mad?

            No, it’s a psychic transmission. If you concentrate you can speak to me, we are the same.

            But I do not look like you.

            Yes you do, turn your head.

            He does as he says. A reflective surface, glowing. He steps up, finds himself almost floating towards the object. His body, he’s nude as well. His hair is black and neatly kept; his ears also poke out as Oberon’s do. His eyes, they are slitted and brown tinted, like a cat. Heavy build, his left shoulder shows the creator symbol as well.

            I was not like this.

            No you weren’t, not at first. The Advents made you like me.

            The Creators, the Advents, they killed me. But I’m alive, how is this? I remember the pain as the Azathoth attacked. Why am I alive?

            They wanted you alive.

            Why?

            Who knows, my fathers are a dubious bunch. Always trying new ways to destroy people’s lives, they deserve whatever pain we can give them. That is why I exist, the reason I continue, to show them pain they showed others, and to show others the same they showed me.

            How do you speak, you are asleep?

            How do you dream, you are awake?

            Is this a dream?

            No.

            Than I am awake.

            Yes.

            But who am I?

            Sho.