5/9/2002
Jason_Souran A spot can be seen from the heavens, a little mark, close to the top of the world. The famed Himalayas. Famed for its highest peaks, and infamous for the deaths of the climbers and hikers that tried to reach one of them. Now he found himself in that place. What else could he do? He was quite alone in this world. Parents, died. Relatives, drifted away. Family, none.

Jason_Souran Now, in his mid twenties, climbing in Himalayas, wishing either for death, or glory, and the prize of fame from the media, as the one that had managed to climb the famous mountains. barehanded, with a heavy load upon his back, he slowly continued on with his quest. The worst thing was, that the backpack wasn't his only load, and most probably, not the heaviest, either.

Jason_Souran The several thoughts stroke his mind like small lightnings, and it wasn't just the headache that tortured him, but the fear of loneliness. A non-existent one, however, since as it seemed, no fear dare dwell this courageous human body, mind or soul. It was all a strong union, yearning for some interest in his life,

Jason_Souran ever searching for that knowledge he thought he'd never acquire. The eternal drifter. That's what he thought of himself, sometimes. He had managed to get himself out of the most dangerous situation, without a single scratch. The scars of adventure had obviously marked his young soul, and his body, as it was obvious that he was both mentally and physically a strong being. However, a human, nonetheless...

Jason_Souran Cold sweat beads built upon his forehead, immediately turning into small stallactites from the extremely cold temperatures, and the coldest of winds that blew up there. Another step, another grab...Continuous movements, never stopping. If he did, it would cost his life. His hands acted like his silvery cord.

Jason_Souran Connecting him to the mountain, and the mountain, subsequently, to his very life. For the horizontal position he found himself in, was mostly dangerous, and tiredness made it all the more difficult to hold on the edgy rocks. His hands even bleeding, even the hardened coating of his skin torn apart, and the blood itself turning to nothing but icy goo.

Jason_Souran He blinked. His only reaction to the pain of the cut, and the blood that flew afresh. A look downwards was cast, and the only thing he could see was a large gap, between him, and the rest of the world, below the mountain. Several branches and trees layed around, but were to be broken at the slightest touch,

Jason_Souran and they were too lucky to even survive under that cold weather. Gathering all the strength he had left, he performed another crawl upwards, this time, a semi-fatal one. His hand clasped on a rock, but as it seemed, it was nothing more but frozen ice pebbles, and were immediately shattered with his grab, a thing that caused him to lose his balance.

Jason_Souran And of course fall. He could feel nothing but fear for his life, and his complex mind passed through thousands of survival plans, only to stick to the most logical. The instinctive reaction. In less than an instant, he found himself falling down to that dark chasm, and the only thing he managed to do to save himself from sure death, was to grab on a branch,

Jason_Souran hanging from the side of the mountain, with the only effect of slowing down his downfall. The thing that actually saved his life. And then, it currently seemed to have ended. For he had falling into that chasm, and for the moments he could see, he noticed the giant opening to the left, a cave that lead somewhere unknown. His head bent down slightly, to touch the ground, eyes lidded. Senses lost...danger stalking in the dark shadows of the murky chasm...

Jason_Souran says, After a few hours...He finally regained his senses, only to found himself down on the freezing rocky ground, bleeding from almost everywhere, and aching in every damn spot. As if he had broken everything with that fall of his. But still, that aforementioned branch had saved him, and he was quite thankful for that, inwardly praising whoever God let him live again.

Jason_Souran Wishing for death before, and now, so close to it, he had come to despise it. How strange life was, indeed. Man's temporary crisis', feelings, emotions...All circling around his soul, never remaining in one spot. Only to excruciate himself, and the ones around him. Having slightly recuperated, but still in that dizzy state, he brought his palms down, and pushed upwards,

Jason_Souran getting back on his feet with difficulty, dusting the snow off his tattered and torn clothes, no longer protecting him from the cold. At least, no effectively enough. He could feel the killer cold invade through the opening of his uniform, and slowly and painfully drain his life-force away.

Jason_Souran :A look upwards certified the fact that he wasn't going to exit this cave from there, and maybe not at all. At least not alive. The only thing he expected was to be eaten by some polar bear, inside that cave, or freeze to death, if he was lucky enough. If not, he would starve or dehydrate to death, as his backpack was lost during the fall, as well.

Jason_Souran Slowly, he massaged his temple, trying to fully get his senses back, and slowly proceeded inside the dark cave. A huge hollow, that seemed to be illuminated by the snow, lit-enough to make out a strange tube like form, which ended in some gooey doorway, to some other path. Quickly and full of hopes of survival, he made his way to the end of the cave,

Jason_Souran until he reached the doorway. Without much hesitation, he passed through, and inside the next room. A round room, seemingly like a strange spaceship room, only without the extraterrestrial organs. Nothing but a round, empty hollow. Quickly, he walked into it, hoping to safely reach the doorway to the next room.

Jason_Souran says, It seemed as if someone had other plans, however, as a surprise was to hit him. The room began filling with water, or better some strange kind of liquid, seemingly coming from every tiny crack in the wall. Running as fast as he could to the back, his boots splashing on the wet ground, the water ever-filling the room, flowing pretty fast.

Jason_Souran However, upon reaching the door, and with the water rising to the ceiling, the conclusion was that the door had, all magically-like, been locked. Cursing whoever did that inwardly, he dove down inside this water, trying to find the doorway, which at his surprise, had risen alongside with the water. And the water itself, had stopped being poured inside.

Jason_Souran Quickly, happily, and with a strange grin of satisfaction and amazement, he proceeded to the doorway, hoping for it to be the last one he would encounter. The door was opened, but what he found was even more frightening than the water before. A room, just like the previous one, but with its wall having some strange kind of layer, seemingly some strange kind of flesh,

Jason_Souran of a strange material, and in the middle, a strange robot-like thing, standing still. A strange sound was heard, and before he could even turn to look, he knew the door was locked, once again. Without fear torturing his soul, he proceeded towards the unit, staring at its form from bottom to top. Whoever made that thing must have been a master at what he was doing.

Jason_Souran It was the first Guyver unit he had seen. Not that he knew it was a Guyver, and neither did anything like that came in mind. It more seemed like a mechanical statue. Without hesitating, he extended his arm outwards, fingers splaying to lay upon the "thing"...

Jason_Souran And then...It happened. He knew nothing about that thing, but before he could even explore its dusted surface with his hand, it seemed to come to life, all of a sudden, and without second thought, he bonded with the brave human, known as Jason. Hell, he didn't want that! It was as if something was eating his inside, burning, tingling,

Jason_Souran feeling strange sensation he had never felt before, surging all throughout his body. "what the hell's going on?" was only he could manage to utter, before the transformation was almost done, the bonding of the two finally successful. That strange field had formed around his whole body, and it seemed as if something else had gotten into him,

Jason_Souran or better him going into something else. Something very strange. Then, it came that armoring. Giant chest plates, shoulder blades, his whole body was covered by this strange armor...And then, it was finished. He was another being, and regardless his ignorance about it, he possessed great powers...

Jason_Souran powers which would be put to testing with a strange ordeal...Slowly, he reopened his eyes, really not realizing what had happened, but only being able to sense many things, see in a strange, better way, and suddenly, feel really powerful. Still, the thought of seeing himself somewhere hadn't crossed his mind, and thus, he remained standing there, in his Guyver form, as if waiting for something divine to come and help him out of this situation...

Jason_Souran However, it seemed that he wasn't alone on this strange vessel. Some strange creatures, shadows as he could only see now, unable still to use, or better understand from his hyper senses. He had no idea what kind of creatures he had to encounter from now on, and he was about to find out.

Jason_Souran There were three, quite big shadows, easily surpassing his human form, for about this, he didn't know much. Without much thinking themselves, the began their attacks, and to his surprise, one by one...First came that strange, ape like, ugly creature [Ramotith]. it seemed to be pure muscle, and he knew nothing about what powers it possessed, but now,

Jason_Souran he only wanted to get out of there, and if he had to fight those abominations to do it, then so be it. The Ramotith attacked very fast, with twin punches, and once he avoided those with simple instinctive movements, he was surprised at his own self. How the hell he could do that?

Jason_Souran He asked no further, however, for the Zoanoid attacked again, and it was time to counter it. With his very thoughts, or at least his will, he gained much greater speed than the Zoanoid, and before that could even understand it, found itself down on the ground, with a powerful punch on the lower back bones, most likely leaving it paralyzed.

Jason_Souran The second one's turn was now, and the Rhino like creature [Darzerb] preferred something more advanced. With no more than a second passing, a strange kind of fire poured forth from its shoulders, onto him, and pretty quick. All instinctively, he found himself extending the vibrational blades upon his forearms, feeling only the heat of the vibrating frequency,

Jason_Souran and after successfully avoiding the napalm, he counter-acted with his own blades, with a, quite clumsy, yet successful slash, which sliced the creature almost in half. He needed not persuasion to attack the third creature. Immediately, he proceeded over to it, and with quite the same move, he killed the zoanoid...Lunging, he fell to the ground,

Jason_Souran feeling this was finally over...After little time needed for his recuperation, and still maintaining his Guyver form, he followed the same path, out of the cave, as fast as he could, still with one question in his mind...What the hell had happened...