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Hyakuji 20XX GAIDEN - The End
Topic Started: Feb 23 2009, 05:32 PM (4,430 Views)
MaKeNsHiZeRo
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WHAT'S SO FUNNY?
This is a fanwork, nothing more, nothing less. It has no bearing on the site or any current plots going on. I just found Hiro's first post to be enough to create the right kind of ambiance for a pseudo post-Armageddon Hyakuji. Plus I'm sure we can all figure out some sort of end for our characters. Feel free to add your little bit for your character's final end or maybe for the resistance? Hmm... very interesting. So... here we go.

[ELEMANCER TOWER]
Year. 20XX Hyakuji.
Time. 23:00

Oh, the Elemancer Tower. The once beautiful ivory spear that pierced the sky with great honor and pride now lay slant, dotted with holes from the countless battles that had taken place for years on end. The great fields of grass which this beautiful tower once rested on was now a field of black and brown. The wild plant life which skipped across the grassy hills were now piles of machines and armor. For almost a decade, the Elemancer Tower had served as one of the final bastions defiant of the Machine Empire. The Elemancers along with those whom shared the same ideals fought until the bitter end to protect those who hid behind the great tower's walls. Day after day, countless waves of machines crashed against the great wall. Day after day, the Elemancers would fend them off, each battle taking its small toll on the group. One by one, the Elemancers dwindled. Each loss tearing away at the morale of the few humans left. Each day they fought, a smile would fade into black.

The battles had even taken place inside the tower. The once beautiful and colorful garden which housed some of the world's rarest wonders now remains a lot of black--the Machine Empire's armies had crashed through at some point to storm the building. The sky dome which rested at the tip of the tower now rested next to the furnace deep below the ground. The furnace, the ventilation shafts, the falls, everything was destroyed. Everything had been a battlefield. Everything had died.


Outside, the ground began to rumble as over the horizon, another group of Machine Empire soldiers marched. Their beady red eyes and their sharp drills for arms thirsty, thirsty for a battle that had long since ended.

Despite the strong sandy winds outside, still within the heavy remains of the walls there was complete silence, with the occasional howling of wind gaping through punctured holes and ruined walls. The numerous holes in the walls sent beams of moonlight all across the former Yuki Gardens. At those few spots, rare moon flowers battled their way for life. Littered across the great spiral staircase and along the long hallways and rooms of the tower were once again, armors and machines.

clank....clank....clank.....
The tired footsteps of a man weighed down by heavy metals came from a narrow hallway towards the gardens. "Don't worry. I'm sure tomorrow'll be better!" a familiar voice sounded. The footsteps were staggering. From the sound of it, anyone could tell it was a walk with a limp. "Yeah, I know. Of course they'll come, because I'll protect them." Walking through one of the beams of moonlight, the figure of an old and battered Mars Sohma appeared. His once-golden armor had now been dirtied to a rustic bronze and punctured with cracks and holes everywhere. The only thing that held it together was that it was all that Mars had left. His beautiful scarlet cloak had been torn to shreds. A long bit covered the space where his left arm had used to be. His golden blonde hair had turned into a tired gray. His fire red eyes had died out, there was no life behind them... they were just there.
CUE SONG
The old man limped his way to one of the withering moon flowers with an old rusty watering can and struggled to kneel down beside it. "See, I'll protect you little guy." It seems that sanity had left Mars as well. He tilted the watering can over to feed the small flower whose leaves had started browning. "You won't leave me... You'll stay with me." Mars let out a calm grunt as he hoisted himself up and began limping to the next flower.


The grunts had now surrounded the leaning tower, their cold and heartless eyes more than aware of what rests inside.

"Hey. You hear that?" Mars brought the watering can to his ear as he pretended to hear something in the distance. "That's silence. Isn't it nice?" The old man smiled as he knelt down again to water another plant. "I don't know. I kind of miss the times when it was loud. Don't you?"


The ground troops began to surround the Tower as they started their climb up the walls of the tower. Their synchronous movement made the building rumble.

Mars could hear the rumbling perfectly. Debris began raining from the upper levels of the tower as the memories came surging back into Mars' head. He remembered when he first came to Hyakuji, when he first started out the Elemancers. He remembered all of his young, promising recruits. He remembered how he'd line them up and have them repeat the Elemancer decree by heart many times.

"To be an elemancer, one must respect nature.
We do not control the element, we only borrow its power!
Without having the consent of the spirits of nature,
we are no better than those who abuse its strengths!
We fight not to win, not to lose.
We fight for balance!"

Mars stared at the empty armors along the walls. Some had skulls in them, others remained torn apart all over the floor. He couldn't stand the sight of them sometimes. His heart ached every armor his old body would limp by.

The grunts now made their way inside, slowly creeping their way down to the gardens where Mars knelt, basking in the moonlight.

Mars stood up, this time struggling a little bit more than the last time. He let out a sigh of relief as he felt his old bones withering away with each passing moment. "I'm so.... tired...." Mars whispered, slowly closing his eyes. Mars raised his arm, as if feeling the warmth of the moonlight. He slowly took in a deep breath...

The machines slowly closed in on Mars, their drill-arms beginning to spin.

...and exhaled.
Edited by MaKeNsHiZeRo, Feb 23 2009, 09:05 PM.
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[13:43] MaKeNsHi: I wanna see someone do a post as actually SIDING with the empire o/
[13:43] HiroTsukasa: haahah
[13:43] Pikachu_Fragger: ...
[13:43] Pikachu_Fragger: DAMMIT MAK
[13:43] HiroTsukasa: that'd be Jameson most likely
[13:43] Pikachu_Fragger: GET OUTTA MAH HEAD


[ELEMANCER TOWER]
Year. 20XX Hyakuji.
Time. 23:01

Outside, a little girl led the machines inside the now ruined Elemancer tower. Her purple hair blew in the cool breeze as she directed her little battalion inside. She simply stood unmoving from one of the tall hills nearby, under the light of the full moon. Her tiny frame was eerily illuminated by its light, and even that was overshadowed by that of a hulking automation, most likely her adviser, by her side.

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"Destroy all traces of the interloper. None of them must survive. After all... magic is dangerous. The only thing we can rely on... are machines," she spoke with a cold and strangely synthesized voice. She also slowly turned towards her companion and gave him a devilish smile.
"Isn't that right... Ayane-chan?"

Aisia Asakura turned towards the giant robot behind her, her usually sadistic and evil face now taking on a genuine smile of affection for the once-human girl behind her. She and Ayane Isuzu were once part of the resistance that fought against the Machine Empire, both believing that becoming a machine meant destroying their humanity as a result. But being forced to user her own gate a lot over time caused the Gate Keeper's body to slowly deteriorate, and Ayane eventually fell in battle.

It was a grave shock for the eternally young girl. Thinking that her lover was dead, in her despair, she tried to detonate a nuclear warhead that they tried to acquire at the time to destroy the incoming Machine Army, including herself. But death would not claim the girl; as her last act, Ayane managed to activate four of her last cellphones and erected a Steel Wall Gate that shielded her and Aisia through most of the explosion before finally dying in her lover's arms.

It didn't hold for very long, but it kept Aisia alive at the end. Alive enough for the Machine Army to retrieve her and Ayane for execution, but Ayane was already dead, and it seemed that Aisia did have an affinity for machines. Seeing this as an opportunity, they "re-educated" Aisia in her severely weakened state, and she was soon quick to embrace her new machine heart, especially since it meant that she and Ayane could live together forever.

Well, what was left of Ayane Isuzu, anyway. Her Gate had eaten away too much of Ayane that there wasn't much left to restore, leaving her as this... thing.

Since then, Aisia's affinity with machines made her rise to the top of Neo-Arcadia's ranks, making her a top Human Hunter. Which was why she was leading this force into the Elemancer Tower tonight. Previous attempts have failed to eradicate all resistance, but with her in charge, she would see that that would change.

After all, she hated magic. Magic was what killed Ayane the first time. She would see to it that the very thing that killed very person she loved the most would be completely erased from existence.

"Sir."
"Report," Aisia barked back over her internal radio. She was now a machine, no longer burdened by such a weak human body. A body that she had, long ago, wished didn't exist in her previous world.
"Target has been eliminated. No human life signs are left."
"Good. Return to the rendezvous point for extraction and debriefing. Tell the demolitions team to destroy the rest of the tower on their way out; nothing shall stay standing."

She looked on at the soon to be destroyed tower and grinned evilly. And yet, even as she did... her mind couldn't process why, but somehow... her machine heart ached.
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Aha~ Who says the end might not be a new begin?

Death… Some used to call it the end of everything. It was death that made every life end someday, yet other people believed it was just the stepping stone into another beginning. Maybe it was the fear of death that had caused masses of people to embrace the ideals of the Machine Empire that was quickly growing in strength and numbers. Was their fear for death that great that they would cast away their human bodies? Wasn’t death also a salvation? Yet in this time the idea of dying was forsaken by humanity, that had willingly adopted robotic bodies to escape the clutches of death. In the end the Machine Empire would make certain that those that didn’t join them, would have been taken by death swiftly. It was actually kind of amusing how death, the very thing humanity had tried to escape from was something that she couldn’t reach, no matter how much she longed for it. To find salvation in her own death, to escape the duties that were cast on her was a dream that would never come true. In the end the only way to die is to pass on into the afterlife right? But that was a option not available for her. No matter how often she sought out death, it would never find her. That was Athena Kanerudo’s fate…

[Secret Machine Empire Facility]
Year: 20XX Hyakuji
Time: 23:59

Something… There was something strange going on. How long had it been? How many years had passed since that ancient war ended? So many lives were lost during the process but yet she couldn’t say she was saddened by the way the events passed. To destroy the fallen ones and their minions was her duty, the only purpose her existence still held. If one had to ask what she thought about the events humanity had faced she most likely would have replied it had been none of her concern. Her ties with the world of the living had been cut a long time already, ever since those humans murdered her. Still it did brought her grief that she was tied to the same world she held such intense hatred for, because a spirit couldn’t pass on until their mortal body was gone. But she was even different, her spirit was not her own, it was a loan she received from death itself. It was for death’s amusement that she was tied into the world of the living for eternity, never to pass on, so the only option that was left for her was to go into slumber for eternity.

Yet something had made her willingly made a certain decision, to make the location of her eternal rest to be Hyakuji. It was that city, her life in that place that had made her feel alive, even if it was just a dream or a illusion. How long ago did she felt asleep? How would her resting place look like after all those years? Would the small graveyard, decorated with flowers and a carpet of grass still be there? Would her favorite haunting place, with her small tomb still be in place? Something within her said she wanted to learn what fate had awaited her resting place, yet never did she woken up from her slumber… Until now….

Slowly the sleeping angel opened her eyes, blinking slightly as if still being troubled by drowsiness. But it wasn’t drowsiness that had made her blink, but rather the sight that had awaited her. It felt as if she had been plunged under a lake, her body hovering within the water. Where was this? This wasn’t her tomb… Slowly raising her hand the girl reached out toward the empty space in front of her, just to feel a cold solid object block her way. Her senses slowly starting to come back the girl noticed she was indeed no longer inside her tomb but in a big thick tube filled with water. What purpose could this strange shelter have? Closing her eyes once more the silver haired child tried to recall anything that could give her some clues to what was going on, yet after spending a few minutes on a futile attempt she opened them again, raising her hands again, this time knocking slightly against the solid object.

“W-Wait a moment…”

Muttering softly the girl gazed down toward her own hands in confusion when all of sudden the water from the tube started to withdraw. Slowly her surroundings started to show itself to her, yet they were just as strange as her own situation was. A spacious room, all covered in a strange white color like the surroundings found in a hospital had shown itself around her, filled with countless monitors serving as screens and machinery she had never seen before but the thing that troubled her the most were the inhabitants of the room. Humans, all clad in identical while coats were seen wandering around the place, some carrying stuff, others typing away at the machines, it was like a messy ants nest.

When finally the water had disappeared from the tube the entire structure seemed to lift itself, only the ground remaining. Having suddenly lost her support the girl toppled over when two nearby men reached out toward her, grabbing her arms to prevent her from falling as the girl regained her footing. It felt strange, how her mind was so hazy, yet her body felt numb, as if it had been paralyzed. Noticing a tall figure appearing in front of her, the girl rose her head while the person wrapped her naked body in a towel, motioning a nearby person to get something while the figure started a long and complicated speech. It felt kind of hypnotizing how the person continued talking about things like adopting robotic bodies to prevent aging and how some fools were against the idea and the explanations why the Machine Empire was considered such a great faction that nearly the entire human population had joined it, yet there was only one thing that filled her mind.

“I… I’m alive?”
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"Death is a dying business.. Ne, reaper kun?"

"Not funny Chronus.." Asmodeus said as he stood from the rubble. Small flecks of rock falling from him. Signs that the roof of the tunnel was slowly beginning to crack and crumble. Another home soon to have been lost. Asmodeus was one of the lucky ones so far as the remaining humans went. Immortal, able to heal from injuries, able to vanish at a thought. Being an untouchable would seem like a dream to most, at least at first.

But he had a job to do.

He didn't have any friends left. He'd separated himself from them a long time ago. Most were dead, a few stragglers lived on. But no man could be called his friend now. He was truly death incarnate. He'd taken over for the last death. And when the deaths had tried coming for him to take that power he'd ended each of them one after another. After all, having the reaper's true power made it easier. He'd stopped each selfish foe and emerged the victor. The last death. Or the first new dead.

It was lonely.. but that came with the job.

As the world became lost to the machines his dreams of becoming a pro baseball star were lost. All he had left was his existence as death. The life he didn't want he had fought tooth and nail to protect. The life he had desired was stolen from him by this ridiculous circumstance. And so he had become Death itself in a world that was waiting to die. Which was fine for him. He wouldn't have to wait around forever as death. No.. It wouldn't be long now at all....

For truly, when the last human fell then death was dead, right? Robots don't die... Even if they did there was nothing to reap from a machine.

Soon his job would be done.

"Reaper Sama, I can see the end of the list.." Hades said with a hiss of amusement. "It's so short.. The list which numbered nine billion.. is so short.."

"It's almost over.. A hundred years.. A decade.. A year longer.." Deus said in a light voice. "Either way it's almost over.."

"But I still have a job to do." He whispered. Holding out his hand. "Thanatos.." He said lightly, one of his many charms came to life forming into a long black scythe with a wickedly curved blade.

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"Raindrops are falling on my head~." Jameson said leaping from the top of a large boulder landing onto a rock not far down from there. He was invigorated by the usefulness of his legs. It had been years since he'd decided to have his leg replaced. It was at the advent of the technological advancement of humanity where they had reached a point where it'd no longer be cumbersome to do so. Heh, how ironic..

I mean he spent all this time fighting the machines that where mechanizing everything yet he himself had slowly been exchanging humanity for metal long before it was being forced on them. A metal leg to replace his bad one. Part of his spine after he'd been paralyzed. His hearing had been repaired by machines. A hand. But not his eye, not at first. His eye was a lesson taught to him very directly. And so he'd chosen to allow it to be his reminder. For a time at least..

"And just like the guy who's feet are too big for his bed~ Nothing seems to fit!"

It wasn't like he feared the machines. He didn't fear much in the world. The fight was over. They had lost. Even if he did everything in his power he couldn't change a thing. He'd done his part. He'd fought his fight. He'd shown the world his justice. And the world had shown him a new kind of justice. Divine justice, a vengeance that seemed to come from the very planet itself.

He'd done his best and failed. And now everyone was going to die.

Jameson sighed closing his eyes and extending his mind outwards. Not that he even had to try. He could feel every last person in the city from here. Every fearful quivering heart. Ever terrified though filtered in his head. Every broken heart's fragments drifted through his mind. He didn't care though. None of it mattered at this point. All that mattered was that he'd lost.

"These raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling~"

It wasn't like he was particularly sad to have lost. It was a natural outcome of two opposing ideals clashing that the superior one rose up. Humanity had accepted this long ago, and a small group like the resistance never had a chance in the first place. But they had burned scars into the planet. They had made this world hurt. They had made the machines flinch.

It was something he could take pride in. They'd done well up until now. Nothing to be ashamed of in that. He wished, on some level, that he could have died at that time. Not that he wished for death. He just hated waiting. This infernal endless waiting that consumed his current existence. Waiting for death, to be found, for battles with no victories, just delayed losses..

Besides, it was time to stop sending others to their deaths. Some called him the devils advocate. Accused him of secretly working for the machines. He always came to the people who had the will to fight and motivated them to use that will and take up arms. With his words and knowledge of people's thoughts. He'd manipulated them and led them to battle. He was the greatest recruiter for the resistance.

And so, in the same way, was the man with the most blood on his hands. He'd told them exactly what they had wanted to hear. He'd lead them to battle. And with his level of power that bordered on the edge of reason he had always come out alive surrounded by dead. It hadn't taken long for him to start seeing them as numbers. A loss of twenty but defeat of a hundred was a good day. But the concept of that twenty..

It's meaning. That they were twenty lives. That had long since left his mind. He couldn't bear to think of the hundreds he'd led to death against an ever regenerating army of machines. He'd lived a long time like that. A tactical mastermind able to constantly recruit a fresh army to die while he miraculously survived each fight. His heart turning to stone. His mind turning to steel. His methods no less devious than his foes.

He ultimately replaced his eye. It was becoming a hindrance on the battle field.

It was sad that it took him until now to see the significance of that decision. He had become as much metal as man. His eye, arm, hand, leg, spine, skull, all one by one replaced as he was injured. Becoming the machines he fought. Both in body and mind. Factoring what number of foes he had to defeat before his entire force was slaughtered to constitute a victory.

But all of that was over now.. And looking back on it he had to say that he felt nothing. Not guilt. Not joy. He just felt empty. He'd tried and failed. And many had died. And he'd helped them die. And sure, maybe he was wrong to have drug them from hiding into battle. But what did it matter? Right or wrong he had done it so who even cared anymore. It wasn't like there was a history book that was going to frown on him. A society to judge him.

There was nothing. And he felt nothing. So nothing came of it.

"So I did me some talking to the sun! and I said I didn't like the way he got things done! Sleeping on the job~"

He stopped moving, sitting down on a stone and eying across the city. Machines had begun to move towards him. He'd waltzed through the heart of the city so it was no surprise really. A large movement of their force was coming towards him. Which he didn't mind at all. It was kind of what he'd come out here fore. It certainly wasn't like he'd accidentally walked around singing on the surface only to be 'shocked' when they found him.

"These raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling~"

He'd lived a long time and found hard. Besides, as if he'd allow these bastards to ever use his power against others. With his power there was no way he could allow them to recover his body. They'd be able to hunt every last human being down. He couldn't allow that to happen. Even if they spent their last days in fear they deserved their last days.

"But there's one thing~ I know~ The blues they send to meet me.. won't defeat me! It won't be long until happiness steps up to meet me.."

But he was done. Done hiding and done running. Done leaving battlefields. He'd plant his feet here. He'd dig in here. He'd turned his gaze to approaching enemies here. He'd fight right here. And eventually with enough of them, he'd die here. He'd be forgotten here. He'd turn to dust and ash here.

He'd made his mechanical components into a series of bombs. As soon as his heart stopped his body would be vaporized and he'd take everything nearby with him. That was his resolve.

"Raindrops keep falling on my head~ But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red."

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"Reaper Kun.." Chronus said floating at Deus' side.

"Heh... I figured it'd be an interesting show if nothing else.." Deus said folding his arms across his chest. Massive black wings keeping him airborne. He was invisible to human eyes as he stared down at Jameson below... Waiting..

"Won't be long now.. Until I'll have work to do.." He said lightly.
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Was this irony? Or was this spite for abandoning the American dream?

It seemed like so long ago, but John could recount and recite the days as if they had just happened in front of him. John remembered leaving Hyakuji for the first time in almost four years to attend the funeral of his mother, someone John could have really cared less about. Transferring out of Hyakuji, John stayed in New York for a while to look after his younger brother as well as stay in touch with what was left of the Ramsey family, who grew closer together as time went on. Soon John had forgotten all about Hyakuji and it’s absurd way of living and moved onto better things in life, including a wife and child.

But what had brought John back to Hyakuji after everything that he built for himself? Even John couldn’t remember as the images of fire, the smell of burning flesh and the screams of people entered his memory. And it seemed as if, in an instant, everything in his life was taken from him and all hope for a brighter future was dashed. The only thing that remained of John Ramsey ever since that incident were his consciousness, his blue eyes, and seven of his fingers.

But if someone were to look at the John Ramsey of today, not a single person would be able to recognize him. Naturally hunched over, John’s face seemed completely devoured by a beard made of red hair. John’s blonde hair now seemed dark due to the dirt that ran through it, and his skin was covered in tiny cuts and bruises from the damage he had received early on. And through all of the physical damage, his voice came off as hoarse and brooding as he sat alone underneath a pile of rubble he now called home.

Even John Ramsey’s mental state has changed dramatically over the damage he received. Long gone is the charismatic ladies man and ideal best friend, but now remains a very senile and very demented man cut down by both nature and technology. Having not encountered anyone since his ordeal, John has taken up talking to inanimate objects to hide the loneliness he can’t even begin to fathom. Having drawn a smiley face on a slab of concrete with his blood a little while ago, John had come to acknowledge the slab as his best friend and other half, a young woman by the name of Kayla. At least John can die happily with the slab by his side.

And such was the case of everyday life for John Ramsey, continuously dying and coming back to life everyday with the same feelings of loneliness and desperation. It was a never ending cycle that John wishes he had the strength to end him, but only found weakness and failure with each attempt. After countless days of wishing for his life to end, John had gone out into the darkened land and traveled to the highest point in the city. It was there that John made his finally stand, begging for salvation and joy from the gods above. Nothing came for John at first, so John pleaded as loud as he could to the sky in the hopes that someone could hear him in the sky.

Someone eventually heard John, and welcomed his soul to the sky with a powerful bolt of thunder.
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And in the endless pause there came the sound of bees.
It wasn’t fair.

All Reika had ever cared about was playing baseball…that’s all she had asked from the world. Back then, she wanted the chance to prove that a girl, a Japanese girl, could go out there and knock one out of the park. Was that so much to ask? Had she been too selfish? Maybe all this destruction, all of this pain and the constant, lingering fear was her punishment for even having such a silly dream.

Baseball…

It was all so far away now. Sports didn’t matter. Teams, statistics, championships, all of it had just been a tremendous waste of time. However, the powers Reika had been granted hadn’t yet faded, even with Baseball itself nothing more than a memory. Perhaps it was because she embodied the spirit of the sport itself, and as such now had to carry on its legacy. Maybe, if the world ever returned to some sense of normalcy again, she’d teach the sport to a group of survivors. Maybe they’d form teams, with games held out among the broad stretches of rubble that now made up Hyakuji. Then maybe she could at least have that much of her life back…

“Don’t be stupid.” Reika mumbled, scolding herself for even fancying such a foolish hope. It was over. Hyakuji had made their last stand, and failed. So many of her friends had died, gone missing, or been turned into machines against their will that she’d almost lost the will to do anything. Anything but running, that is. There was always the will to run, to escape, to live…but what difference did it make anyways? The Human race was finished, over, and done with.

Pacing slowly among the ruins of what was once the greatest city on earth, Reika did her best not to remember the good times. The happiness, liberty, and warmth that Hyakuji had once brought her and so many others was more than she could bear to think back on.

The pristine white of her baseball uniform seemed unable to be soiled no matter what she found herself doing, the very cloth itself humming with a power that seemed to repel even the dust that blew past her every few moments. Her trusted weapon, symbol, and beacon, the slim wooden bat she’d carried now for so many years was slung over her right shoulder, occasionally crackling with the all too familiar blue energy and emitting an ever so slight thrumming sound audible to those standing close enough.

A high-pitched keening sound followed by the vibrations of a loud crash behind her spun Reika’s attention around, an all too familiar figure slowly rising out of the dust its impact had created. It was glinting silver and serpentine in shape, around 20 feet long and a foot in diameter. The few clusters of humanity still remaining referred to them as “Bomb-Silvers”, silver snake-like machines that flew around up to 10,000 feet in the air before melding into a sphere of solid metal and plummeting down upon any human life they came across. Speaking of which, why hadn’t this one simply tried crashing down on top of her? Perhaps it was aware of what had happened to the last Bomb-Silver to attempt such, having been instinctively countered and knocked “out of the park”. Twenty kilometers “out of the park” to be exact.

Resting around thirty yards from her position, the silver serpent seemed almost reluctant to advance, the red-headed bat wielder standing still as well while a pregnant pause passed. Finally making a faint but unusual clicking noise, the serpent suddenly moved, slithering rapidly closer. With the metallic snake twenty yards away and closing fast, Reika still hadn’t moved an inch but her bat had now vanished, replaced by the true symbol of her sport, the red-stitched white sphere that her fingers smoothly found a proper grip for with an instinctual and practiced ease.

Ten yards away now, and thus Reika began her ritual. Though the process itself was nearly a blur to anyone watching, each pitch in this “Hashi” form was a work of art. From the tense windup, to the roaring early acceleration, down into the smooth but powerful follow-through, this pitch would be the end. The head of the serpent itself was no more than three or four yards away when the ball was finally released, the invincible sphere tearing through the air before it made impact with the machine’s skull, crushing it right between the eyes and continuing on from there as the head crumpled like a sheet of tin-foil, the outer armor folding and buckling under the impact before giving way completely as the ball tore through it and out the back side.

For better or worse (worse, in this case), the metal serpent’s momentum kept it still coming even with it’s core functions reduced to nothing but spasms of highly intricate servos, but Reika was ready, her bat already in hand as she adopted the proper position. Perhaps with more grace than she had just displayed pitching, a single swing of her bat would finish this once and for all. Unfortunately, it seems the machines had been learning, and adjusting their reflexes accordingly.

The swing missed.

Instead, the tail of the serpent whipped out for a deadly strike, its end pointed and dangerously sharp and determined to have her. A timely block prevented this, but the sheer force sent Reika reeling backwards, still standing but caught off guard by the serpent’s reflexes. Things only got worse however, as a familiar keening sound and several new craters around her marked the arrival of three more silver serpents, all rapidly advancing on her position, including the one she’d somehow failed to take down with her pitch.

Undaunted, Reika adjusted her hat and adopted a wide fighting stance, her eyes scanning quickly around her with bat in hand, ready to truly wield it like the weapon it was.

Was this it? Was this her time to go? Hmph, she’d at least make sure to take them all with her, somehow.

“This,” she began softly, “Isn’t fun anymore…”
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Chosen of Ares
Atop a mountain ridge a few miles past the outskirts - not that much remained to denote the official city limits - of Hyakuji, a red-haired woman in a military dress uniform surveyed the burned-out husk of a city below her, viewing the gathering robotic armies through a combat viewer. The badges and decorations on the jacket signify her as someone of high rank in Neo-Arcadia.

"If I'd known they'd be commencing the operation I would have gotten the upgrades to my optical sensors," the redhead grumbled as she lowered her combat viewer; as one takes a closer look into her emerald-green eyes, the faint glow they emit was a sign that she is not human, another one of the many who'd embraced The Machine.

"Commander Frostfire," the voice of her adjutant radioed in, which was picked up by Selene's internal radio. "Commander Aisia's forces are already in formation... your orders?"

"This soon?" Selene mused, shaking her head slightly. She had calculated a 99.95% probability that Aisia's forces alone would be sufficient to crush what remains of the human resistance at the Elemancer Tower, but seeing that her unit was also part of the operation it would be bad form to not participate in it. Selene raised her left arm, signaling for the wall of chrome before her to move out.

Responding to the cue, the army of Cyber-Valkyries under her command - feminine-looking androids designed for swift strikes and skirmishing - unshouldered their gunblades and moved out, running down the slope of the mountain with fleet-footed strides to make rendevous with Aisia's forces. As Selene gazed towards the wrecked but still-standing hulk of the Frostfire Industries building, she couldn't help but... sigh?

"Oh well... it was fun while it lasted," Selene shrugged, knowing that this is where they crush the opposition once and for all. "But all good things have to come to an end, I suppose." The android wondered what would she do with her time once the resistance has crumbled.
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Before you ask, NO, this won't be used as an intro. It's too specific and would only make sense if I only had Hyakuji listening in.


"Are you seeing this shit?"
"Yeah. Unfortunately."

These were the words from two burly men in powered armor and carrying assault rifles with... chainsaws attached to their ends. The first one who spoke was a large black man while the other was white and wore a black bandanna to keep his hair from getting in front of his face in battle. Nearby, a man with blonde hair and googles was visually examining one of the robots that they destroyed, while his Hispanic partner was trying to poke at the remains.
"Yo Dom, don't touch that shit," the man with goggles said.

There were small deviations from their armor, but one thing was for sure; these people were human, and merely using the powered armor to protect themselves. And they were all standing around as if trying to protect a nearby steam train that was called "Miss Jena" on the outside. Even though it was a train... there weren't any tracks that it was on, even though they were at the train station itself. The Hyakuji Train Station had long since been destroyed.

Not like the machines they encountered a few minutes ago.

"... Ahhh, goddammit," a young man groaned as he popped his head out from inside the cab. He looked unassuming enough; he wasn't wearing the powered armor like the others and only wore a pair of jeans and a shirt. And a... headset. "Mizuka, I told you not to use Blaster Three dammit!" he said to a brunette who was next to him.
"Hauuuu~" the girl sighed as she held on to her Raising Heart. She too wore a headset and was wearing a school uniform of some sort.

In the passenger car, a blue-haired girl peeked out. Unlike everyone else, this girl was completely robotic, and yet she still looked eerily human. She had connector cables being used as ribbons to hold her hair up, and she herself kind of looked like some kind of stewardess.
"Um... mister customer? How long will it take for Miss Jena's repairs to finish?" she asked.
"Oh, that. It's not broken, Mizuka just used too much juice. Thing is, though, the REST of Hyakuji looks messed up. I think we just got ourselves into some kind of apocalyptic future," the man with the headset said. He seemed to be the leader of this ragged outfit of misfits.
"Understood. I am adding that to my database."

"Well what should we do?" the girl named Mizuka asked.
"That's obvious. We need to get back in time again. Jeez, I don't want to be late for the show again, after all."

Suddenly, the one known as Dom started shooting at the air. "REAVERS!"
"... Those aren't reavers, man! Either way, get your asses back in here!" the man said as he started the train back up again.
... Well, to be fair, these "reavers" weren't the same as the ones from his time (or dimension for that matter), but they certainly looked like them. They were like giant flying APCs from the Machine Empire that started shooting at them from the sky.
"Everyone get back into cover!" the man with the bandanna said as he too started shooting back and running into the train.
"... shit. Mizuka, start the flux capacitor and get us out of here!" the man said.
"Haaah. I guess it can't be helped. Excellion mode, drive!" suddenly, the brunette was enveloped in a bright yellow aura as she raised her Raising Heart at the engine bay. The man with the headset then started moving the train as soon as all of the armed men were on board.
"Giddy-up, let's go! Get 'yo ass movin!" the black man yelled as he brought his hand out for the man with goggles and yanked him inside the train.

In a few moments, there was an explosion, and the train known as Miss Jena shone with light... and promptly disappeared.



"Wow. I didn't think I'd see them again."
"..."
Two ghosts watched the events from a nearby building. They were both blonde with long hair, and could easily be mistaken as twins, but in truth, the livelier of the two was actually the older sister between the two.
"... Let's go, Onee-chan. There's nothing left for us here."
"... Yeah, I guess. But you know, something's been bugging me since we died."
"What?"
"Why haven't we moved on yet?"
"Who knows..."
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Prelude to Disaster: Twelve Years Ago

It was by far the happiest, most miraculous moment of both their lives. At a time when both she and Aisia were dealing with the reality that Ayane was growing up physically and Aisia was remaining the same, there couldn't have been a better interjection. Neither was sure how--overwhelming magic, perhaps--but twelve years prior to the fall of Hyakuji at the hands of the Machine Empire, Aisia Asakura brought a miraculous child into the world. She was named Sumomo, and she made any worries about their physical appearance vaporize into nothingness. A girl who had been erased from existence in one dimension bore a child in another; Ayane even began to believe in a God. It shocked the community to find that two girls had a child of their own, but they took it in stride. After all, their happiness was in Sumomo.

The child had an... interesting upbringing. Of course, having to attach -mama to the end of your parents' names to distinguish them was something no other child in Hyakuji had to do, and it didn't take long for little Sumomo to figure out that her family was way outside the norm. Even so, they raised her as best they could, showing her with love as much as they could even as their day-to-day duties as heroes of justice pulled them away. It was one thing they never told their daughter--not about the Invaders nor the Strike Rangers. Both thought it would be for the best to not involve her in such dangerous things.

In time, it wouldn't matter.

Present Day, Some Months Earlier

The Machines had come. Hyakuji had so many valiant and powerful citizens willing to stand up to their single-minded oppression and swift forces, Ayane Isuzu and Aisia Asakura included. For a time, Hyakuji's combined forces were able to hold them off. The problem, however, was that machines did not feel pain nor fear. They merely created more of themselves, influenced people to join their ranks, and overwhelmed the city. The remaining defenders were pushed back as the Machines obliterated block after city block. It wasn't even a month before the town was turned into lifeless rubble and smoking corpses. Still, the Strike Rangers didn't give up. They fought to the last breath, their last ounce of energy... and then they fought some more.

It was one of those moments, when they were forced to fight on their own powers alone, that everything came to an end. Seeing that they were at their wits end and still surrounded, Ayane used her final trump card in an effort to let everyone in the resistance survive for another day; Full Gate Open. She knew the risks. She also knew its power. Using as much power as she could muster, she destroyed the Machine Army forces that were attacking them... at a horrible cost. As she continued to use it, the gate consumed not her time, but her body. As Aisia screamed for her to stop, it consumed and consumed, first her legs, then her right arm... before her body gave up and the Gate faded, her body limply falling to the ground.

She was sure that through the echo in her ears, she heard Aisia calling to her. There was no feeling in her body... no vision in her eyes. She couldn't tell where Aisia was. Was she nearby? Were the cries only in her mind? She couldn't tell. She did open her eyes... though how much time had passed, she did not know. All she could make out in the confusing sea of senses was Aisia's form, clutching the atomic device they had tried so hard to procure in her arms. As her mind slowly processed the sight, she realized that she was laying on Aisia's lap somehow, looking up at the flashing device in her lover's arms.

"...no..." she said weakly, pushing the device away with her remaining arm. She didn't have the strength nor cognizance to stop it. All she could do was offer Aisia a chance to live. "...no...reason...to follow...me..." she spat, reaching into the tatters of her jacket and pressing a button. Her last phones, having been placed around where Aisia sat, sizzled to life and surrounded them with a barrier.

The last thing Ayane remembered was Aisia's mouth. It seemed to be saying, "Idiot."

Present Day, One Week Earlier

Ayane Isuzu was killed on that day, but she did not die. She woke up once more in an unfamiliar place, unable to move her body. No one was familiar. She was surrounded by the very Machine Army they had been trying so desperately to defeat. Her instincts to destroy them wouldn't allow her body to move at all, and yet her eyes seemed to work. Between moments of consciousness her hearing returned as well. Though her perception of time did not function, she found that some while later she was able to move her head to look around. Yet why would her arms not move? Why would her legs not respond? Why was she unable to speak? And most importantly... why was she in the Machine Army?

In time, the reason was presented to her. Occasionally, she would see a relatively human-looking girl come into the room and stare up at her. The girl must've been quite small, considering how she craned her neck to gaze into Ayane's eyes. Yet the smile on that girl's face, the warmth... it wasn't something the Machines exhibited, and it was...familiar. Once her hearing came back to her, she discovered to her surprise that the girl's name was Aisia... just as her love had been. Yet this girl was different.... she didn't have the same hair, the same expression, the same voice. Only in her smile did she seem like the Aisia who Ayane knew.

"Can she move?" said Aisia when she came to visit on the day Ayane's hearing was restored.

"Her body is a work in progress. Once complete she will be fully combat-ready, but in the interim she will be quite immobile." The robotic attendant looked over, scanning Ayane's half-completed frame. Though since Ayane's head was unable to pivot low enough to see her own form and since her extremeties were unresponsive, the girl was still unaware of her situation. "Her cognitive functions have been fully restored, however. She can hear and see you now." While Aisia turned to ask the attendant a question, the robot seemed to already know the question and left the room without another word, the door hissing closed behind it.

Aisia walked towards her. Reached up, placed her hand onto Ayane's face. Pulled herself up, pivoting Ayane's head downward so she could see... the incomplete mechanical frame underneath her head. It was horrifying. What happened to her body!? Then Aisia's lips touched her face. This she only knew by Aisia's face filling her vision and blocking out the terrible sight of her robotic innards. She felt nothing.

"We'll be together forever, Ayane," said Aisia as she pulled away, stepping down and looking up into Ayane's eyes with a smile. Ayane's eyes followed her; though her body was incapable of expressing it, her mind was crying.

[ELEMANCER TOWER]
Year. 20XX Hyakuji.
Time. 23:01


Now completed and ready for combat testing, Ayane had been brought along with Aisia on a mission to crush the resistance once and for all. Her body hissed as it slipped effortlessly over the barren, uneven landscape on its hovering base, following the girl onto the hill overlooking Elemancer Tower as Aisia instructed her mechanical army by remote to siege the building. "Destroy all traces of the interloper. None of them must survive. After all... magic is dangerous. The only thing we can rely on... are machines," said Aisia across the radio, her voice metallic and cold. Then she turned and grinned up at the strange automaton who had come to rest by her side.

"Isn't that right... Ayane-chan?"

Ayane merely gazed down at the person who used to be her love in life as she ordered the people who used to be their companions to their deaths. Likely knowing Ayane's unwillingness to participate and the possibility that she would sway Aisia from her duties, she was incapable of speech. Her extremeties were not but weapons and machinery, incapable of expressing communication. She was but an advanced subordinate of Aisia's private army, going along with the girl's commands because she had no other choice. She was alive only by the whims of her enemies, and lived solely for Aisia. If Aisia was going into battle to crush the humans, then she too would follow the girl's orders.

Yet in every cognizant moment, she cried inside her cyborg mind. She had never in her most horrible nightmares imagined that this would be what it meant to stay with Aisia for eternity. What life was this, unable to speak or feel, unable to protest as the one you care for the most slaughters the people who you once lived alongside?

There is no God in this world... she thought bitterly, looking at the flashes of weapons fire in Elemancer Tower.

She just hoped their daughter had somehow escaped the fate of her mothers...

Schoolyard Ruins, Same Time

A girl with hair the color of graphite and long twintails stood leaning against a chainlink fence in what used to be Hyakuji High School's grounds. Flitting over her shoulder was a small black craft of some sort, following along with the girl's gaze as they both looked over the destruction, annoyance clearly pasted on the young girl's face. "Idiots. Letting a bunch of stupid robots come in and take over the place before starting to put up a fight. Talk about a failure in tactics."

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An older female voice crackled from the speaker on the black Skygrasper. "Sumomo-chaaaan," she started, stringing out the honorific with thick sarcasm, "You know for a fact that isn't how it happened. So how about you stop wallowing in self-pity and test out the armor already?" Sumomo responded by slapping the device with the back of her fist, sending it fluttering backwards a foot or so before it recovered and floated back to her side.

"This is retarded. I'm supposed to say some stupid line and become a hero of justice? Who the hell came up with that?" Sumomo Isuzu let out a heavy sigh, ignoring Shari's response over the radio for the most part.

"...or were you thinking about just going and getting killed by the Machine Army like your parents did? You aren't strong enough to take them on by yourself, Sumomo-chan," Shari finished, grabbing Sumomo's attention immediately. The twelve-year-old plucked the Skygrasper violently out of the air and screamed at it even as she slapped it into place on her belt.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO TALK ABOUT THEM!? UGH! HENSHIN, PHASE SHIFT ON!"

[Henshin! PHASE SHIFT ON!]

With a flash of light and a blast of dust, a dark form rocketed off into the sky towards Elemancer Tower. Clad in the armor of Strike Noir Ranger, Sumomo Isuzu proceeded to the battlefield, her twintails flapping in the wind leaving a streaky silver trail behind her.

I won't make the same mistake my useless parents did...! she thought to herself as she closed on the battlefield, clenching her fists and running through a check of her veritable armory of weapon systems.

Going off and dying in some stupid meaningless battle... Stupid useless parents...! she thought to herself as her indicators flashed green: combat-ready. Still... somewhere in her heart, she still yearned to see them again...

Aisia-mama... Ayane-mama...

"Sumomo Isuzu, Strike Noir, heading into battle!" she said over the comm line, charging towards the machine forces swarming the tower...!
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From deep within the ruins of the Neo-Photon Labs, a warbling piece of music could be heard echoing through the collapsed halls and across the broken walkways. The origin of the sound was a small radio relay, perched on top of the crumbling building's roof and connected to a sound-proofed laboratory that had been converted into a combination radio station and shelter by it's inhabitant.

Leaning back in his chair and operating the recording console with his unarmoured left hand, Saito was knocked out of his chair by the sound of combat from the direction of the Elemancer's Tower rushing through his aural implants. The fall had apparently also woken up his sword, which began to speak worriedly from it's place on his back. "Partner, that was pretty damn close! We should get out of here and see if we can he-"

"No! I've said it before, I refuse to fight any more. For either side." Del's speech was interrupted by a curt objection from his master, made through the rebreather of the suit of powered armour that he had confined himself to months ago while he slowly stood up. Looking over at the photos that adorned his 'home', Saito felt tears threaten to spill out of his eyes. At least, they would have, were his eyes still his own.

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After fighting a suicidal amount of skirmishes against the machines, he had had no choice but to repair and strengthen his maimed body with mechanical parts, from the modifications to his eyes, to his bones and organs. Saito's fellow resistance members had shunned him and made him a pariah, with the only members that had understood and supported him either long dead or now converted into slaves of the Empire. Yet his refusal to sacrifice his humanity completely still marked him as a target for their homicidal machine armies that scoured the earth in search of humans.

The photos of Aisia, Ayane and Shiki loaned him strength in times like these, but at the same time, made him unwilling to continue living this way. After all, Shiki had died years ago, Aisia had become a machine and Ayane had been resurrected as a cruel mockery of her former self. Aisia's defection had been the biggest blow to Saito's will to resist the Empire and help humanity. After all, what was the point in risking his life to save people who would just.......mechanise later?

Saito held up his left hand clenched tightly into a fist, the familiar runes glowing faintly red, as they had the night that he built this armour and encased himself in it. The resistance had lost many members that day, but the loss of his last two remaining friends had cut him the deepest. "Hey, Del........am I making the right choice? I vowed to protect everyone, yet they're all dead and I'm still here, doing nothing." His only companion clanked in it's sheath before answering as delicately as it knew how.
"I don't know, Partner. But whatever you decide, it's my duty to support and aid you."

Nodding to the sentient blade perched on his back, Saito exited the lab and began to trek up the stairs to see what was causing all the noise. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
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Yosuke

Time and time again Yosuke had transformed into the being known as Kamen Rider Kabuto...but most of the time it was just for show. In the past he used it as part of a gimmick for his little Manly News, occasionally to protect himself.

Not once did he even think of actually fighting for a reason such as this. Manly? Was he really when he only thought of himself? From reporter to...well, a nobody tying to survive over the span of a few years. His bout of fame was done with and now he was just another person

Maybe it was karma paying him back for all the reports he did? I mean, they weren't exactly proper news reports to begin with. After all, they were ramblings based on whims and whatever entertained him at the time. Maybe it was a push in the direction to using his powers for a good cause.

Of course, his help was often rejected. He just...couldn't be trusted. Thanks to his colorful TV persona, it was fairly hard to actually like the man as a human being. He didn't blame them, he'd done reports on half the people present, and he did seem to want to do anything for the sake of juicy back in the day...

"No use lamenting now...we've got a lot of work ahead of us...eh, partner?" the manly man mused, looking over his shoulder as a red, rhinoceros beetle like device fluttered about, before he caught the thing and slapped it onto his own belt.

"Henshin."

[HENSHIN]

The familiar red and grey armor formed over him as he looked up to the sky, making a simple statement that he found true. "Even if there is no God or Buddha...there is Kamen Rider." While some had fallen fighting the machines...they were always there protecting the people. It was time he followed their example.

After all, he wouldn't be alive if it weren't for a certain Number One's sacrifice.

Either way, he climbed onto his bike, the Kabuto Extender, and drove out of there to join the people on the front lines. It was time he proved that he too, wanted this to end.

"Oh...you're wearing the pink one's today? Awesome." the Rider soon mused over the comm link. He had looked up to the sky, seemingly directing his statement to a certain black armored figure. Armored being a light term as he could still see up her skirt.




He should have been dead.

He should have been resting in peace.

And yet there he was, part of the Machine Empires advance forces.

Shiki Mizuno.

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He looked exactly like he did back when he died...save his hair style generally being different, and his ever present smile being...gone. Why he was here, or why he was alive was anyone's guess at this point...but he'd been brought back from the dead, now a mere tool of the Machine Empire. His Whispered mind and his Technopathic abilities had allowed them to progress even further in terms of development, as he commanded his own, unorthodox forces. Some of which looked liked the Strike Rangers of days past. They were cruder and mass produced androids, however. He dubbed them "Windams."

Behind the man a blond android looked on...or what would be an android. It was just a girl's head connected to various systems via wire hookups. It's eyes were dead...it was all that remained of Saati. All of her program options had been wiped. She was nothing more then a doll that would occasionally call Shiki "nii-san."

Soon enough, his true nature would be revealed though. His artificial skin seemingly melting away save the bits around his head...revealing an entirely mechanical body. His clothes too were dissolved as he put on a helmet, now making him look like a complete machine.

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In a flash he was gone...now sent to fight against his former comrades.
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“The Machine is strong. We must purge the weak, hated flesh and replace it with the blessed purity of metal. Only though permanence can we truly triumph, only through the Machine can we find victory. Punish the flesh. Iron in mind and body. Hail the Machine!”

[Sound Cue]

On and on, over the loudspeakers fielded by Machine Empire Army, the Machine Fathers spread the Litany of Machine Supremacy, droning the familiar words in both Machine Language and Human Language. Their aim is to instill what amounts to morale in their army, a remaining human-like trait that somehow they felt necessary to do, as well as to enlighten the Machine Truth to the remaining human survivors, whether they like it or not so they can be captured and Mechanized.

If the Machine Empire thought that the fight had run out in most of the remaining survivors to let themselves get caught and Mechanzied, then it would be safe to say that they have forgotten altogether and underestimated the human will to fight back at something that stood to kill them all down to the last man and woman. And that is exactly what they will get here on the desert plain, facing a downed HoverBase they managed to disable that carried what remains of a pocket resistance led by a supposedly legendary warrior.

Hajime Go, despite going well into his late 40s now, still stood gaunt and fearless at the amassing force of the Machine Empire forces on the plain in front of them, as if he was still young again. His body was covered in scars now under what amounts as their uniform, scored from various extensive operations against the Machine Empire in an effort to stall the inevitable by sabotaging their military might. Now though, it is obvious that guerrilla tactics isn’t going to work.

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“They look serious out there this time ladies and gentlemen.” Hajime commented grimly as he turned away to face the number of men and women that gathered behind him under his command. “I thank you all, for staying with me until now. But this is it for us; we’ve come this far so there’s no turning back now. We have the armor, we have the weapons. We have the tactics, strategies and machines. We are the bulwark against the Machine Empire, the last wish of the City of Hyakuji left for us. We… are the Riders, and we shall know no fear! HENSHIN!

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The first wave came like a wall of metal, regular Machine Army soldiers with guns ablaze charging towards the ruined HoverBase. Explosions marched across the ground as artillery fire from behind the Empire force’s line pounded the earth with heavy shells and mighty laser fire. The HoverBase still has some of its guns operational and it returned in kind at the approaching wave, smashing metal bodies into pieces wherever they hit.

Still they came, unrelenting and uncaring of their fallen comrades, since they have forgotten how, such is the inhumanity they have taken up as their own once they were made into machines; one of the few things why the human resistance took up defiant arms against the Machine Empire after all.

The Riders opened fire as soon as the first bolt of a Machine Empire soldier gets into the range of their guns. Green energy shots first lanced out from the darkness of the wreckage, followed by a war cry and a salvo of missiles that arced up into the sky before smashing into the Machine Empire hordes.

Then, came the Riders, clad in green and black body armor with blaster guns in their right hands blazing and green ray blades flashing and burning the air in their left hand. They came in numbers, some on foot while some took to the air to land among the Machine Empire hordes, shooting and cutting up metal while the rest of their numbers approach.

Hajime Go, riding in one of their last few remaining Ride Armor was a god of war amongst his men, painted in red and gold and standing three heads taller than the rest with guns mounted on hardpoints firing away with no remorse. At times, he smashed the Machine Empire soldiers with the Ride Armor’s mighty power fist or cutting them up with its power sword.

All in all, despite being outnumbered almost ten-to-one, they were making good kills.

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“This is for Hotaru!” cried Hajime as he let loose a staccato of shells at a line of Machine Empire soldiers charging at him. “And this is for Hinata!” He cried, this time smashing an unlucky Machine Empire soldier who was unlucky to get close to him, leaving a messy wreckage of oil and machine liquids.

Despite his effort to remain calm in the thick and heat of the battle lest he gets distracted, Hajime found himself unable to stop from falling into the rage he had bottled up all these years at his loss. It pains him to remember that day, when he had lost the two woman he loved. Now, this fight was quickly turning into a personal one as he let himself loose into it, allowing himself to let the rage take over and make the best use of his abilities.

And it was because of the blind induced rage that he was shocked to find out that his Ride Armor was disabled with a crippling shot at its power source. Cursing his luck and carelessness, Hajime pressed the emergency released button, and he was ejected violently upward from the confines of the Ride Armor’s cockpit, just as the Ride Armor exploded violently below him and taking with it an unknown number of Machine Empire soldiers and maybe even some of his own Riders that were nearby in a fireball.

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Devoid of his Ride Armor, Hajime was forced to continue fighting on foot, clad in his red and gunmetal grey power armor that is similar to his old Kamen Rider armor of old, except this new one was fashioned by his own hands for all out war.

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After he landed back safely onto the ground, he unslung the blaster rifle weapon that was hung on his belt, and let loose a few quick shots of red blaster energy bolts at a mass of Machine Empire soldiers who wanted to capitalize at what they assume a vulnerable target, to which Hajime quickly corrected that he was anything but.

The communications report began reporting in of casualties and fatalities in their ranks; reports that were probably coming in since earlier but he was consumed so much into his rage that he paid no heed to them. And slowly, and surely, the fallen numbers were starting to get steep by the minute.

High above on a ridge overlooking the battlefield, Hajime could spot easily the figure of one of the Machine Empire’s Machine Fathers holding its staff of office and probably a weapon too, their spiritual guide and sometimes assigned field commanders for their army. Hajime could sense it watching them, studying their form and muster.

Hajime let him stare, for they have nothing to hide. In this battle that is their twilight, there might not be a reason for it anyway. But it always helps to disrupt the enemy’s plans, no matter what it may be. So if they want to watch, then Hajime will try to foil it, if just to add their enemy’s frustration at them.

It might just be the last thing they do anyway.

“Riders! With me!” He called out to any of his men who were still fighting nearby. Ten answered back, and they fought their way regroup around their leader who had called for them. “We go after their field commander. Charge!”

With an excited war cry as an agreement, Hajime charged up the hill towards the Machine Father, his blaster rifle blazing in conjunction with the guns of his men. Red energy shots hit and splattered metal pieces wherever they hit. Energy line blades dug deep into machine bodies, eliciting what amounts to a death cry from the machine soldiers before they cease to function with a well placed shot or cut.

The Machine Father sensed their advance, and as if to return the Rider’s call, he and a select number of units charged down hill themselves to meet the Riders up close. The Machine Father was sly and careful however, to put his own units between himself and the Riders’ hoping they will soften up the Riders before he could engage them in combat.

The two command squads finally meet up in full force, and a bloody melee ensues. One Rider blasted the head of a Machine Empire soldier and cleaved the head sensors of another before energy blades stabbed him suddenly and violently in twenty different places, killing him on the spot.

In retribution, two Riders doubled their effort in letting off more green energy bolts with their blasters that hit several Machine Empire soldiers, killing them before a huge energy blast from a portable energy cannon mounted on one of the Machine Empire soldiers blasted them apart.

Hajime turned and raised his blaster rifle at the heavy weapon packing soldier and let loose several quick shots of red energy at it, demolishing the gun and destroying most of the offending soldier’s upper torso.

Then there was an almighty explosion, as if a gun bigger and more powerful than the one Hajime just destroyed was fired upon them. There was a flash of bright light, a loud explosion, and dirt was kicked up high, and so was he. Hajime screamed at the pain that seared his chest, and then at the pain when his body slammed back onto the ground and he laid flat on it while he struggled to pause and rest before he need to rise up again to continue the fight.

The voices of the fighting men that were beside him only moments ago were silenced, and Hajime had the creeping feeling that he was going to be one of the few last standing now; it was only a moment of when. He stood up quickly, catching ragged breath through his helmet breathing apparatus that fed him fresh oxygen into his ragged body. Exhaustion threatens to leave him open for any attack, so he fought it back by force of will alone and raised his blaster rifle, still in his hands.

Only to face a veritable wall of metal abomination all surrounding him, their guns trained at him but not alive with fire to riddle him with holes. Hajime trained his own gun at them futilely, knowing well that it’ll take only one shot, just one shot and it’ll all be over.

He always imagined himself to die in battle one day, he just didn’t expect it to be today of all day: it was their anniversary of the lost of his beloved ones.

The host rise, taking one step forward, before one side parts to let their Machine Father pass through to the center, approaching Hajime with what equals smugness in the Machine Father’s heavy steps. He believed they have won. Hajime can still hear faint firefighting going on elsewhere.

“I am Machine Father Abram-Two-One-One, your nemesis.” Said the Machine Father in a heavily accented Human language. Hajime senses something like disgust in the voice, as if it finds using human language offensive for him. “Look upon me in despair, for you will not die here, man of flesh. We shall take you and break you and pour our faith into your soul until it is as the Holy Oil. Then, when you are ruined, wretched thing, we shall set you upon your own- a maddened Will of the War Machine. What have you to say to such delights?”

Hajime was still breathing raggedly, but he kept his helmet on despite it being stifling. His gun felt heavy though, and he let it hang down uselessly by his side, which registered to the machines as a sign of surrender. A moment of silence, and Hajime collected his breath finally to speak again, his voice amplified by his armor’s built in speakers. “I am Hajime Go, Rider Fighting Force.”

He then quickly raised his blaster rifle again, and nonchalantly with two hands, aimed it at the Machine Father. “Pray and tell me, who’s next?”

And he squeezed the trigger.
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IN life how many times do you die? Each year you feel like you're dieing inside, your childhood, your emotions, your innocence. You were once young, you once believed that the world had so much to offer, and that you had so much to give. You knew there was always something bigger than what you had, but inside you were afraid to have it. You envied birds for flying, but also fish for swimming. You wanted it all, but had no idea how to get it. Even the young boy in the inn, cleaning messes and taking orders has dreams of his own. He WANTS to fly, he WANTS to leave, but maybe his wish was too strong.

Falling. It was the first thing you remember. Anticipation. Preparing yourself for the merciless pain from the unforgiving ground. Confusion. Witnessing an act that it outside your comprehension. Realization. Understanding what has happened. Feeling the ground beneath your hand and asking yourself if you were alive. Are you dreaming, or this a dream come true? How can you even accept that you have lived. You should have died. That is why it is called falling. But you have yet to reach the ground. Did someone save you? No, it was you. You are flying.

There was a scream one night, it was caused by a nightmare. Many people in dreams awake before they hit the ground, but for some it is reality. A child who can fly is not of the norm. Nobody will understand this child and he will always be alone. Try they might to care for him, he will always feel alienated. Maybe that it is why he left. Hands felt face, it was leathery and sagged with wrinkles. Age has away of taking what you love. Stress is ages brother.

"Arghhhhh!!" the voice yelled and reached for its mid. It is not the first time he has felt this pain. Once a sword had gone clean through him. It missed the main arteries but that only made the pain worse. Another time he fell, unlike the first, this time he hit the ground. Broken bones were not enough for him to die, though he wish he did.

This pain was different. A few months ago he was asked to surrender. To live your life as others demand and to follow a set of laws. It was even disgusting to even say it. Which is maybe why spat, to get the taste out of his mouth. But like all those who disappoint, they must be punished. He tried his hardest to fight back, but his energy wasn't as much as used to be. It takes alot to manipulate a whole body let alone an entire army. He learned a lot from his teachers, but everyone has their limits. But admitting them was a regret that nearly killed him. Drone lied there on the ground almost unable to breath. They left him and continued their journey. They had told him it was a warning for all those who would did not comply with law.

Nearly dieing puts the world in prospective. You realize the needs of many out weigh the needs of one. To help the world you cannot sacrifice yourself for pointless reasons. Drone wanted to help rebuild. Let us unite as one, so that in the future we can bring peace. He rolled to his stomach and pushed off with his hands. He could limp but only for a few feet. He could crawl but only a few inches. He decided he would use the last of his power to fly. He would find civilization and help rebuild in anyway he could. This is not the end but instead the beginning for something better.
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Time certainly did pass by slowly. When the machines first rose up and took over the world, Casey was still living in Hyakuji. His powers eventually grew better. So much so that when he sneezed, he no longer regressed to a child’s body. He still was not turning into his regular age, but being a teenager with super strength was better than being a child.

After graduating from this place, he went off to a college in the United States, hoping that his knowledge and powers would get him through the rest of his life. He graduated early with a degree in Education, and decided to try his hand at teaching back at Hyakuji. After getting the job, he lived out his peaceful life in the town and enjoyed his time there. Midway through any normal day, the school was attacked, as was the rest of the city. And now he was here.

Where here was, he could no longer remember. His memories, as well as his willpower, had all pretty much been tampered with until all he did was obey his masters. The only actual people these days were hooked into robotic systems, so the machines could experience dreams and memories themselves.

They ruled the world. They were the most powerful beings on Earth. They were meant to be perfect. But even the machines had their flaws.

These machines were seen as the highest rulers, and they created other machines themselves so they could live the life of Roman rulers. Full of luxury.

It was no surprise that when they wanted to experience human life themselves that they gathered together the smartest people in Hyakuji and used their memories and minds for this purpose. Unfortunately, Casey was one of those unlucky souls.

They paraded him down the hallway, his head bent in exhaustion and shackles on his neck and wrists. He jangled as he walked, but didn’t seem to mind. He knew this day was coming, that was why he had tried to escape.

The electronic guards pushed open a grand doorway and shoved him through it, but the grin on his face never faded. A celebration went on behind his eyes despite how many times they pushed him around.

The three of them, Casey included, walked swiftly on the red carpet, heading up towards the throne that the master-computer sat upon. Even as they forced him to his knees, he was still grinning like a madman.

“Casey Morgan.” A computerized female voice said smoothly. He raised his eyes at her and stared coldly in her direction through his cracked glasses. “You have been caught trying to escape through the window of your cell. Do you disagree?”

He sneered in her direction, but didn’t answer. They had taken away his voice long ago anyway. It was part of the procedure in order to make the humans obey. If they couldn’t speak, they couldn’t fight against the machines.

If the computer could smile at him, that smile would be full of malice. “Then you shall be punished.” Was what she said before her frontal compartment opened. A cold fog poured out of the partition and Casey’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

Slowly, the computer lifted a young girl out of her center by the wires attached to the girl’s head. She looked lifeless as she dangled there, twenty feet above the floor, her flaming hair splayed across her face.

Suddenly, the wires pulled out of her head, and she gasped. Her eyes shot open and she fell from the spot the computer left her lifeless body hanging in.

In his own sort of desperation, Casey sneezed and pushed the guards aside with his super strength. As fast as he could, which wasn’t so fast due to the chains around him, he ran to where the girl was falling. The boy stretched out his arms and caught her rather easily. She looked up at him, amber eyes meeting blue-green, before something shoved harshly into the back of his own head.

His limbs went numb as the rest of his body stiffened against the intrusion into his spinal cord. The girl’s amber eyes kept his glued in place as he felt his mind being invaded with the computer’s mind. Images of the past few years intruded into his thoughts, and his own memories began to disappear.

Still holding the girl in his arms, he dropped to his knees, eyes wide and tears gathering. The girl lifted a hand up to his face and smiled gently, knowing his pain despite the fact that she could not speak to him. She knew the one thing she would tell him though.

‘Everything is going to be alright.’

Her eyes told him this message before his brain was taken over and his body fell limp. The guards took the shackles off of the computer’s new host and put them on her previous one. The girl was dragged to the spot Casey once stood in, but did not try walking. After all those years trapped in the machine, she wasn’t sure her legs had the strength she needed to walk on them.

Casey’s body was pulled swiftly into the supercomputer, and the compartment shut tightly behind him, just as his eyes closed only moments before. The amber-eyed girl stared dully at her once prison, but grinned that same renegade grin Casey wore as he strutted in earlier.

“Take her back to Casey Morgan’s room.” The computer ordered, this time in a man’s voice. As the guards dragged her away, she looked back and saw the screen flicker once. She winked in return before the doors shut behind her.
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