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Title: Enter The Guyver

Author: Guyver

Email: Guyver

Archive: Just ask first. Guyver

Rating: PG-13 (Language and violence. Personally, think the ESRB has too much control over movies and stuff.)

Category: Action/Adventure/Drama

Summary: 1. In The Beginning. (Time Frame: Three years before IASA astronaut John Crichton goes missing. Location: Camp site somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.)

Disclaimer: Farscape characters, props, terminology, and any other items used,that are the property of The Sci-Fi Channel and Jim Henson's Muppet company belong to them. Characters, props, terminology, and any other items I create belong to me. Remember that and give respect where respect is due.

Author’s Note: Talking through the Guyver units or a character thinking to itself is done in italics. Starting with chapter three, the story takes place after CDM and before TTLG.

Author’s Note: Legal Junk; The Guyver idea is the property of Yoshiki Takaya and Farscape and the Farscape characters are property of Jim Henson Company and whoever else. The Sliders show and characters don't belong to me either, but I don't know whose, I would give credit if I knew to whom it belonged; but it isn't mine. I'm not claiming any of the characters as my own, just this fanfic is mine. Please don't try to steal, plagiarize, or 'borrow' this story. Thank you.

Enter The Guyver


In The Beginning. (Time Frame: Three years before IASA astronaut John Crichton goes missing. Location: Camp site somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.)
It was around midnight, the dark, cloudy sky cutting off any chance of light getting through. He wasn't afraid, for he knew that the darkness would conceal him as it did the other creatures of the night. He also knew that his family wouldn't awaken until after dawn, so he had at least six hours to explore.
After about three hours of hiking and three miles of mountain, Matt knew it was time to turn back toward camp. Then he spotted it, almost cloaked completely in the darkness. Had he not had the special low light goggles he had bought, he would have missed it completely. It was a cave entrance, which looked pretty small from this distance. “What do we have here?” he whispered to himself.
“Well, only one way to find out...” he said.
He looked at his watch and saw he had about an hour to explore the cave before he had to go.
When he entered the cave, the first thing he noticed was that it was unusually warm here. Then he noticed that it didn't appear to be a cave at all, but a room instead. He took off his jacket and set it by the entrance, and then he took the corridor ahead and begun wandering around this strange place. Matt placed his hand on the wall and could have sworn he felt a pulse. "No, couldn't be. Could it?" That was impossible, wasn't it? He continued deeper into the cave or whatever it was.
When he came to the end of the long hallway, he found a large, cavernous room with a single podium like object in its center. As he approached the podium, lights inside the walls began to illuminate the room, barely noticeable at first, then brighter and brighter until he was forced to take off the goggles.
What the fuck? He thought.
It was as bright as daylight in the room. He approached the podium and saw an object resting on it. It was a black, sort of oval shaped thing with a silver four-sided pyramid in its center. What the hell is this? As if in answer to his question, the pyramid began to glow and pulse. “Ok, this is getting a little weird, but I'll bite.” He said, picking up the unit and hold it closer to his eyes so he could get a better look at it.
The pyramid pulsed faster and faster until it was almost a steady light. He could see the ropelike interior start to wiggle and unwind. Then the pyramid shot forward and embedded itself in his forehead and the ropelike flesh in the inside wrapped around his body as the, until now dormant, unit 'G' activated.
He let out a scream of pain as the pyramid pierced his forehead and embedded itself, wiggling small tendrils into his brain and spinal cord. Then he fell silent as the alien armor covered the rest of his body. When he was fully joined with the unit he began to sense things around him. This small relic ship was a type of biomechanoid, one of many sent here long ago to use the human race as a test bed for the Guyver weaponry against other races, including another here on Earth, called the Zoanoids.
He got this in a type of download through the unit as it interpreted what the relic ship was saying. When it was done telling him the basics how to use his Guyver unit, he started to leave the relic. He then turned around and commanded the ship to leave this planet; he couldn't have any of these Guyver things falling into the wrong hands.
When he ran from the relic, the control medal began to glow, and the Guyver unit deactivated. He looked down to see that he was in one piece, not really damaged or changed by the bonding. He started back toward camp so he wouldn't be missed. He had no intention of telling his family anything concerning his little hike, the relic, and especially the Guyver unit. He vowed to keep this a secret so that no one would know.
If and when these Zoanoid creatures started hunting him, he didn't want his family involved. Then he began to sense something else, even with the Guyver unit deactivated he could sense other Guyvers out there, close to five others within the surrounding states, and three or four far away on the other side of the world. “Well, at least it looks at though I’m not entirely alone with this.” He thought to himself. Then he continued back to camp. ***
2. Cronos And The Slide Device. (Time frame: one year after his unit’s activation.)
Using the alien creature in his body to communicate with the closest of the Guyvers, Sean Barker in California, Matt soon learned that Cronos Corp. was the Zoanoids front operation. They took people in, turned them into deranged killer monsters, and sent them to hunt the Guyvers. And they were everywhere, anywhere from places high in the federal government, even down to your mailman. They were always there, waiting for the right moment to strike.
And, he learned from Sean, Cronos had some kind of scheme to take their organization not just world wide, which it already was, but inter-dimensional. They were developing some kind of device that opened a wormhole into parallel dimensions. They couldn't let this happen because if it did, Cronos would have an almost limitless supply of Zoanoids. They had to stop them before it was too late, but how?
Sean, contact Sho and Agito in Japan and ask them where they said this project was being developed. Matt said through his Guyver unit.
Gotcha, I'll tell them to contact you in a couple of hours, or to tell me and I'll tell you. And remember; try not to blow your cover.
Yeah, yeah I know. You tell me this almost every time we talk. If I blow my cover I'm fucked. Cronos will hunt my ass down and kill me. I got the idea...
Matt shot back testily.
Just making sure. They don't know who you are, and we'd like to keep it that way.
Sean said, trying to calm Matt a little.
Yeah, I gotcha. Hurry up and ask 'em and get back to me on it. Later.
Yeah, later.
Then he broke contact. Being the youngest and most inexperienced of the Guyver team didn't help his confidence any. Being only 19, he was probably the youngest of the team. And he was probably the youngest in most of his college courses too, and he didn't like it. He was used to being the oldest and most experienced. He had only faced one Zoanoid so far. It was something Sean called an Enzyme II, and it had spit acid on him, melting part of the armor and burning his arm.
The unit had healed the wound rather quickly, and when it spit on him again, he was unaffected. The armor must have a damn good immune system built into it. He had finished the creature off by using the forward pair of vibrational swords (blades that could form nearly any shape and vibrated at a very high frequency, making them almost indestructible) to cut off its head, then blasting it with one of the mega-smasher cells; leaving a trail of destruction the powerful blast had carved into the earth for a couple of meters.
Well, he thought to himself, better get some sleep, looks it’s going be a long night.
He got dressed for bed and turned off the alarm. It was a Friday, and he wasn’t even out partying with his friends. “See what this damn thing does to you?” he said quietly. Then he crashed, hoping to get some sleep. The damn thing had been giving him nightmares again…
Matt awoke with a start after only a couple hours sleep. It had given him those fucked up nightmares again. He was getting kind of tired of the thing, but he knew he couldn’t get rid of it. It was his gift and his curse. He hated the irony of the situation. He had always watched those shows on TV like X-Men and shit when he was little where people had super powers, and he had always wondered what it would be like to have a gift like that. Well, now he had his wish, and he didn’t like it any.
Then he heard it, voices in his head; quiet at first, then louder. Matt, you awake?
Yeah, I am now, just woke up. Damn thing is messing with my mind again.
Whatever, look: Agito just told me where the project is being developed. Sean told him.
Where? Matt asked, sitting up.
You aren’t going to like it. It’s in New Orleans, Louisiana.
Shit, that’s too damn close to home.
Told you, you wouldn’t like it any. Look, you’re the closest and it would take too long for us to get there. I’m going to catch a flight out of L.A. tomorrow. I should be there in about two days. I want you to drive down there, break in, and steal or sabotage whatever they’re working on. I’ll be there soon.
Gotcha, break in, bust up the place, steal whatever it is, and get my ass out.
No heroics; play it safe. They’ll have a shitload of security there, so be careful when you find the place. Sean said, grinning on his side of the link.
Yeah, I’ll pack my stuff and go now. See you there.
Then he broke contact. He got dressed and started packing. It would take about eight hours if he left now and hauled ass. He left a note to his parents telling them he was going out of town to a friend’s house. He put his stuff behind the truck seat and began his journey to New Orleans.
When he got to Kenner, a small town outside of New Orleans, he rented a room in a Days Inn motel by the airport and away from the road. He put his stuff in the room and left for New Orleans. When he got into downtown New Orleans, he drove around looking for a library. When he found one, he went in looking for a computer with Internet access. He got on and found a listing in the phone book for Cronos Corp. La. These people were stupid enough to put their address in the phone book.
It was only 6:00 pm, so he drove around the cite looking for the place. It was after 8:00 when he found the place. No fences, no brick walls surrounding it, a normal looking building with only the Cronos logo on it. He back tracked a few miles and found a large hotel, and parked in a small lot behind it. Then he made his way back to the Cronos building. He waited another hour in a building nearby until the lights were off and it looked dark enough. Then he made his move, walking to the building and going in a service entrance. He silently activated the Guyver unit to conceal his identity. Then he looked at himself against the bare white walls. “Damn, I do stand out.” he muttered quietly.
As if in answer to the problem, the armor began to change colors like a chameleon and bend the light around it, concealing itself. “Cool.”
Then he walked down the hallway and found a map of the building. He found where the basement was and started for it. “This is almost too easy…” he thought. Then he found the stairwell and went down to the basement. When he got there, he found a room full of scientists, complex machinery, black boards with equations on them, and some small remote control looking devices. He thought he recognized one of the formulas on a blackboard.
“Shit, looks like we were right.” He said. Then, “Uh oh.”
He looked to see all the scientists staring at where he was. Damn, I said it out loud didn’t I, he thought. Oh well, might as well get it over with.

He de-cloaked the Guyver and watched the 15 scientists stare at him. “It’s a Guyver! Transform, lets take him!” one said as it started to change into its Zoanoid form.
It didn’t get half way through when its head was splattered against the wall behind it by a blast from the Guyvers head laser, one down, fourteen to go. He watched as they changed into 10 Enzyme-Is, 3 Enzyme-IIs, and a Gaster; which could shoot bio-missiles from pods on its body. “Get him, the bastard killed Kenny!” one yelled.
He laughed silently under his armor. “Time to die freaks!” he yelled and opened one of his mega-smashers on his chest, his most powerful weapon.
A blast of blinding white energy shot from his chest and all but two of them who moved out of the way, were vaporized on contact. The remaining two charged at him. He activated the sonic blaster and blew the first one’s head up with a blast of high frequency sonic energy, then extended the right, forward vibrational-sword and decapitated the other one.
He looked at the charts, diagrams, and equations and tried to memorize as much of it as he could. Then he picked up two of the remote sized devices. Then he moved all the equipment and stuff to one end of the room, opened the other mega-smasher cell, and destroyed the room and all the lab equipment. He then ran for a small docking and refueling place for the delivery trucks he had seen earlier.
He fired the laser and shot one of the fuel barrels making it explode as he ran out into the street and back toward the Radisson hotel. At the half way mark he deactivated the Guyver and stuck the remote things in his pockets and walked casually for the parking lot. He got in his truck and headed for the motel. When he got there, he contacted Sean.
Sean, I did it, I fragged the place. Matt said excitedly.
Good, did you find what they were working on?
Yeah, I stole two remote control looking things with a bunch of buttons and an LCD display on them. I saw a bunch of boards with some equations I recognized on them. Looks like we were right, this is supposed to be some kind of inter-dimensional technology. He said, twirling one of the devices in his hand.
Ok, my plane is about to land in a small city outside on New Orleans called Kenner.
What? That’s where I am now.
Ok, meet me at the airport and we’ll look over those devices you found.
Ok, I got an idea.
What is it? Sean asked; knowing Matt was already planning something.
We could use these things, if they are what I think they are, to recruit some more people or get some more weapons or something.
Yes, I know. The possibilities are limitless. Sean said.
Matt broke contact with Sean and headed to the airport. When he got to the airport and saw Sean, he saw him walking with a very fine woman. She was gorgeous; tall, short black hair, and a nice ass. This must be the girl Sean had told him about, Cori Marcus. He hoped they weren’t related, since they had the same last name. He waited until Sean was facing away from her, and then contacted him.
Sean, I’m on your left, about twenty feet away. Matt said, walking toward them.

Ok, be there in a minute.
He said something to Cori then came toward Matt. It was all Matt could do to keep from drooling at her, but he managed to keep himself under control. “What’s up?” Sean said, extending his hand.
“I got ‘em.” Matt said, taking the hand with a big grin.
“Hey, you know of a motel around here?” Sean asked.
“Yeah, right across the road.” He said.
Sean knew what he was thinking and laughed.
“Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Talk to you in the morning.” Matt said, turning to leave.
“Alright, we’ll talk about what to do with those things you found in the morning.”
Matt got in his truck and headed back to the motel. He ordered a pizza and went to bed. “No sense in both of us not getting any sleep.” He said to himself.
Then he laughed. This is turning into something like out of the movies, he thought.
The next day, Sean and Matt discussed what to do with these things. They thought up a name for them, Timers, because of the LCD clock looking display on them. Matt told Sean his plan for using the timers.
“I say we use them to recruit other Guyvers, if they’re out there, to help in the fight against Cronos.”
“Good idea, I’ll talk to Agito and Sho about it.” Sean replied.
“I’ve got another use for them though. I’ve been doing research on a new drive system for possible inter-stellar travel. If we could scrounge up the right pieces, we could build a ship to defend against the alien Guyvers that you said come here every now and then. And if the drive system works, we could attack the alien Guyvers and the Zoanoids home planets.”
“It might be conceivable, but it would take a while to build, and we haven’t even tested out the timers yet to see if they work.” Sean said.
“Umm, that’s where you’re wrong. I tested one last night, creates a wormhole that’s blue and distorts the space around it.”
“What?! You actually tested? You went in?”
“No, I’m not that stupid. I’m not about to have my particles scattered throughout an infinite number of worlds.” Matt replied testily.
“Man, next time, wait for me till you open it. We need to test it on objects first, then maybe us.”
“Maybe, but I think they already sent people through. Or they were about to do so.”
“So, when are we going in?”
“How about… now?” Matt asked, grinning.
He stood up, pushed a button on the timer, and a blue vortex opened in front of them. Sean looked stunned. “Cool.”
“I know. How long you want to stay over there?”
“Ten minutes?”
“Ok.” Matt said. Then he put 00.10.00 in the timer and they looked at each other nervously and jumped into the vortex. When they came out, they were surprised to see that they were back where they started. “What the hell? Well, that was a bust!” Matt said with disappointment.
“Is the timer counting down?” Sean asked.
“Yeah, its at 00.09.35. Wonder what happens when it zeroes out.”
“Probably reopens so we can go back.”
“Wait, you said Go Back. What, you mean that it worked?” he asked, puzzled.
“Yeah, I think so, lets look around.”
They walked out of the room. Matt looked up at the sign for the motel name. “Hey, look. Its different.”
“What is?” Sean asked.
“The sign, it’s supposed to say Days Inn. It says Night Inn.”
Sean looked up at the sign. “Yep.”
Then Matt heard beeping from the timer so he pulled it out and looked at it. Matt-“3… 2… 1… 0.” Then the vortex opened again. “You were right, lets go. Don’t want to see what happens if we miss our ride.”
“It won’t reopen for 29 years.” Said Sean.
“How do you know that?” Matt asked with surprise.
“Studied at Cal Tech and asked a friend about it before I left.”
Matt looked at him. “Lets go.” Then they jumped in and landed where they started.
“Whoa, what a ride!” Matt shouted.
“Yeah, and if I know you, it won’t be your last.”
He grinned. “You caught me, it won’t. I’m going to try my plan. Who knows, it may give us an edge.”
“Yeah, just don’t fuck up and get stuck in another dimension. Remember, 29 years.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Well, I’m headed back to L.A., if you find someone/something useful, let me know.”
“Yeah, ok. I’m going home too.”
Matt turned around to walk off, and then remembered something. “Hey, what was the name of that guy you said you asked about the timers and equations?”
“A guy named Quinn Mallory. He was at the university lecturing on quantitative physics and stuff. He showed us the equations.”
“That’s what I thought. See you later.”
“Yeah, bye.”
And with that they turned and left. Matt knew he would put his plan into motion as soon as he was home, so he began designing it in his mind. He just knew it would fly.
3. Ship Of The Line (Time frame: 3 years after finding the timers and 2 years after Astronaut John Crichton’s disappearance.)
It was almost complete. He couldn’t believe it. He had rented this building so he could build it in and kept it under lock and key. He had used the timer to go through the other dimensions buying, borrowing, or stealing the pieces he needed. It had taken about two of these years just to fully develop the star-drive system, even with help from the people from the other dimensions. Every thing except the final coat of paint and a few minor adjustments were done.
Guidance, propulsion, weapons, and targeting systems all checked out. All that was left now was to check the star-drive, which he planned to do tonight.
He started putting on the final coat of paint. When he was finished, he stood back and stared. Then Sean walked in. “She’s a beauty isn’t she?”

“Yeah, a real ship of the line.”
“Good luck tonight. Don’t crash into something, it would make a big boom.” Both of them laughed.
The explosion from a crash would be big enough to make a nice sized crater on the face of the earth, viewable from space.
Matt jumped up. “Awe shit, I almost forgot.”
Sean gave him a worried look. “What, what is it?”
“Bring me the stencils and the white paint. We’re going to name her.”
“What’s the name?”
“Excalibur.” Said Matt.

“Good name.”
When he finished, they stood back and looked at it. She was long, sleek, and black trimmed in red. She looked similar to an SR-71 Blackbird, only with warp nacelles instead on the ramjets, but on the inside then knew she was far superior. They had installed almost everything needed for a fairly long trip: armor, shields, weapons, and a bunch of extras. Matt had even installed one of the timers in the nose and adjusted it to travel over space instead of time or dimensions. Well, he thought. Just a little longer. Then he spoke aloud. “Sean, we better start the preflight check.”
Sean handed him a clipboard and he began a run-through of all the systems.
Matt threw Sean a radio head set. “Here, take this.”
“What’s the range?”
“Almost a light-year. I got them and the rest of the communications systems from that tech world. The main system has a lot longer range.”
“Ok, what about the sensors?”
“I programmed them to recognize bio-signatures, like Guyvers and types of Zoanoids.”
“What about the cloaking system?”
Matt frowned. “Untested, remember. The same as the star-drive, I plan to field test them tonight.”
Sean looked a little worried. “Ok, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Ok, beginning startup sequence.” Matt said, ignoring Sean’s worried look over possibly loosing three years of work and a good friend.
He tapped some controls on the pad in front of him and the engines hummed with power.

“Sounds fine to me.” Sean said, listening to the hum of the engines.
“Ok, everything checks out. Its launch time.”
Then he heard something beep. “Warning, inbound alien life forms.” The voice of the computer said over the speakers.
“Identify it.” Both Matt and Sean told it.
“ Two Guyvers in immediate vicinity and two Zoaloard type Zoanoids approaching.” The computer replied.
Matt looked out the open cockpit and down at Sean. “Sean, get going. I’ll distract them.”
“No, we can take them. Computer, give me a read on their energy output.”
“Energy readings well above recorded norm for Proto-Zoaloard class Zoanoids. They appear to be full Zoaloards. Estimate it would not be wise to engage in hand to hand combat against them.”
Matt looked from the console back down at him. “Told you. Look, I don’t have time to argue. Computer, transport Sean 10 miles away now. Wish me luck.”
“Dammit…” Sean was cut off in mid-sentence.
Then he dematerialized. Sean reappeared 10 miles away in a field. “…Matt. Awe shit. He’s going to try to take them on in the ship.” Then he put on the headset. “Matt, answer me.”
Back in the hanger: Matt opened the hanger doors, got back in the ship, and started warming up the engines. Sean-“Matt, answer me.
“Yeah Sean, I’m here.”
“What are you planning to do? The ship isn’t even tested yet.”
“Well, this is as good a time as any to test it.”
Then he disengaged the brakes and Excalibur started to rise. He pushed the throttle up a little and the ship leapt forward out of the small hanger, and he pulled up and headed toward the field Sean was in.
“Ship sensors indicate the Zoaloards are closing on our position.” The computer announced.
“I know Computer.” He said to the voice.
“Matt, I can see the Excalibur, but I see the Zoanoids too. They’re right on your ass.” Sean called over the radio.
“I know Sean, just putting on a show. Now watch, I think it’s time I showed them what she can really do.”
He pushed the throttle up to the 1/8 way mark and the ship shot through the sound barrier to about Mach-12 and kept climbing in speed.
“They’re still following. I’m going to take this into space.” Matt said.
“Ok, good luck.” Sean said back over the radio link.
Then the ship pulled upward and headed for space. And behind it, by about ten seconds, were two very pissed-off Zoaloards. They started firing their lasers and Gravity Bullet attacks at Excalibur. The ship shook a little with each shot because the shields weren’t up, but other than that was fine. When Excalibur was through the upper atmosphere, Matt began to plot a course for star-drive. Then he began picking up some strange readings.
The computer announced its findings, “I am picking up the remnants of a wormhole. It is old enough to be probable as what caused the disappearance of that IASA astronaut a little over two years ago.”
“Sean, I’m going to use the star-drive as a kind of weapon to kill the Zoaloards. I’m going to get pretty slow so the Zoanoids can catch up, then jump to star-drive. The energy backwash should be enough to fry them. I’m also going to follow the path of this wormhole to see where it leads.” Matt said over the radio.
“Ok. If and when you get to the other side, we’ll be out of communications range.”
“Thanks, I know.”
“Good luck and god speed, I have a feeling you’ll need it.”
“See you later Sean.”
With that he broke contact for what might be the last time. “Computer, plot the course of the wormhole.” He instructed the computer.
“Course plotted.”
Then Matt throttled back from close to light speed to about 1800 mph. “Come on guys, get nice and close.” He watched the rear display as the Zoanoids closed in on him. “Bring it on. Computer, we ready for star-drive?”
“Yes.” It said without a trace of the nervousness Matt felt.
“Well, here goes.”
Then he pushed a few controls and the ship hummed with raw energy. He saw the Zoaloards behind him were visibly startled. Oh well, He thought. It’s too late for them to do anything about it now.
They had fallen for the trap. Then the ship surged forward at over 100 times the speed of light. The Zoaloards were caught in the energy backwash and disintegrated. The stars around him distorted as Excalibur followed the wormholes course.
“Computer, how long until we drop from star-drive?” Matt yelled over the noise.
“Five seconds and counting.”
“Disengage star-drive on my mark. Three… Two… One… Mark!”
“Disengaging.”
Little did he know; he had already overshot his mark by a long way. Then Excalibur dropped out of star-drive.
“Warning, collision alert.” The computer alerted him.
“What the…”
He didn’t even finish his statement when he looked in the rear viewer and saw a huge ship coming straight toward him. He looped around behind the large ship and decelerated.
“Computer, does that ship pose any threat?” he asked.
“No ship mounted weapons detected.”
“Scan for life forms.”
“Eight life forms detected. 1 human, 4 other humanoids, 2 unknowns, and 1 biomechanoid.” The computer announced.
“Biomechanoid? Which one is the biomechanoid?”
“The ship itself.” The computer responded calmly.
“Your scanners have to be malfunctioning, scan it again.”
“Rescanning; no changes to previous list.”
“You mean to tell me the ship is alive? Well, it’s not unheard of. Wait, you said there was a human aboard.”
“Yes, 1 human…”
“Ok.” He said quickly, not wanting the list again.
Then two big doors opened on the rear of the ship.
“We appear to be being pulled aboard.” The computer said, stating the obvious.
“I can see that. Well, they’re inviting us in. I’m not about to turn down my chance to make first contact.”
He cut the engines off and prepared to land. ***
4. Moya
            Aboard Moya: John had been standing on the command tier, about to start tinkering with the controls again when Pilot called. “Commander Crichton.”
“Yeah pilot, what is it?” John asked.
“Picking up some strange readings. I think some kind of vessel is approaching at a high velocity.” Pilot responded.
Then Excalibur came out of star-drive right in front of them. “Pilot, were going to hit it!” yelled John. Then the small craft accelerated and pulled up sharply, looping around behind Moya. John noticed it was about twice the size of Aeryn’s prowler, and shaped strangely similar to an SR-71 Blackbird from Earth.
“Pilot, could you bring that ship aboard? I think I recognize the design.” He said, staring at the ship on the screen.
“I’ve netted it and am pulling it aboard.”
“Have the others meet me in the docking tier. I’m going to greet our guest.” John said, turning from the screen.
Then he grabbed a nearby pulse rifle and went down to the docking tier. When he arrived there, he found Aeryn, Chiana, and Zhaan all carrying pulse rifles, and D’Argo with his Qualta blade in rifle mode. Rygel and several DRDs were running around awaiting the ships arrival. ***
In Excalibur: Matt looked out the cockpit at the interior of the large, beautiful ship. At this range, he could sense it was alive. Then he looked to the forward view screen, and his jaw dropped. He magnified the image and saw a brutish beast in red, a blue woman, a gray/ white girl about the same age as he was, a beautiful human looking woman, a human looking guy, and a toad thing in a hovering chair all waiting for him.
He also saw that, except for the toad, all had weapons pointed at his ship. He figured the toad would probably be holding a gun if it could. Then he saw them, one was a long, sleek black ship; and the other was a small white module. He magnified the image of the module and read off the letters. Matt- “F-a-r-s-c-a-p-e-1. The Farscape? How the hell did it get way out here? Well, that means that guy is our missing IASA astronaut, John Crichton. Well, I don’t want to give them a scare. Computer set her down next to that black ship, nice and slow.” He felt the landing gear extend, and the thud as the Excalibur landed. Then he opened the hatch and climbed out. ***
“What the frell kind of ship is that?” D’Argo asked.
“Settle down big guy, I think I recognize most of it. It’s from a kind of ship we had on earth, called the Blackbird. It looks heavily modified though.” John told him.
“What do we do if it is not one of these Black Birds?” Aeryn said anxiously.
“I guess we shoot whoever is in there and ask questions later. If it’s human, he won’t be able to understand you. No translator microbes.”

“Yes John, then we’ll get the DRDs to inject it with some.” Zhaan said, looking to the craft.
Chiana looked at Rygel, trying to lay claim to something of value first. “If we take it out, I want to look through its ship.”
Rygel glared back at her. “No, I get anything of value I find first.”
John had to raise his voice over the engines. “Ok you two, knock it off. It’s landing.”
They all watched as the ship started to land next to Aeryn’s Prowler.
“If my prowler is scratched, I’ll have its head.” She said, looking from the new craft to her Prowler.
Then the hatch slid forward and someone began to climb out and walk toward them. He couldn’t be more than 21 cycles old, about the same age as Chiana.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Aeryn said from across the cargo bay.
All Matt could hear was a series of clicks and something that sounded like someone talking backwards. Looking at John- “What the hell did she just say?”
“Well, he talks like you John, could he be from Earp?”
“Earth Aeryn; Earth. Not Earp.”
“Shit, you are John Crichton. And that’s the Farscape.” Matt said, pointing to Farscape-1.
“How does he know your name?” D’Argo asked, looking to John.
Then one of the little mechanical bug-looking things came up behind Matt and injected him with the translator microbes. Luckily for him, the Guyver unit’s immune system didn’t kill them. Then he understood Aeryn. “On the ground now.” She said, waving the pulse rifle.
Matt looked at her like she was crazy. “Hell no, put the gun down. I pose no threat.”
“Where are you from, what’s your name, and where the frell did you get that ship?” John asked.
Matt looked confused. “What the hell is frell? My name is Matt Walker, I’m from Earth, and that is my ship, Excalibur, I built it. Look, it would take a while to explain. Tell them to lower their weapons.”
“Well, I kind of figured you were from Earth.”
“Just tell them to lower their weapons. This is getting unsettling.”
“We will not lower our weapons until you prove you can be trusted.” Aeryn told him.
“I’m warning you, lower your weapons now.” Matt said, looking worried. He could feel the creature on his back throbbing.
Aeryn raised her pulse rifle at him. “Who are you to order us around? On the ground now!” She started to move forward, as did D’Argo.
“I warned you. Guyver!” The unit activated and the armor covered his body.
“What the frell!?” the crew all shouted.
Then they made the mistake of firing. The shots were deflected harmlessly off of the armor. “My turn.” He said, activating the head laser and firing a couple of shots at their feet to get them to stop.
“Not another step. I came here to help you, not fight. If you lower your weapons, I’ll deactivate the Guyver.”
“Should we trust him?” D’Argo asked Aeryn.
Aeryn looked to John. “I thought you said he was human. He doesn’t look human.”
“I don’t know. Zhaan?”
“I say we listen to him for a micron. If he tries anything, we can have Pilot space him.” With that, Zhaan lowered her pulse rifle, as did Aeryn, John, Chiana, and then D’Argo. Then the Guyver armor deactivated, leaving only Matt.
“Thank you…” D’Argo’s tongue shot out and hit him, knocking him out cold.
“Let’s drag him to the med bay and find out what he is. Pilot, have the DRDs to go over his ship.” D’Argo said, grabbing one of his legs and pulling him from the cargo bay.
Zhaan walked up behind D’Argo. “That was uncalled for. We said we’d trust him and you knock him out.” She said angrily.
“I couldn’t think of anything else. And we can’t have him changing back into that Guyver thing.”
“I could swear I’ve heard of that thing before. I heard a rumor of things like that on Earth killing people. Could one have made it here?” John wondered.
“He did say he was here to help us. And pilot says his ship could have destroyed Moya at any time. Maybe he was telling the truth.” Zhaan Reasoned.
Aeryn looked down at him. “We can find that out after we cut him open and remove that creature.”
“I think that would be a mistake. We should just scan him for now.” Zhaan said, looking at Aeryn.
D’Argo picked him up by the leg he was carrying him by and dropped him unceremoniously on a bio-bed. Zhaan scanned him and printed out a sheet and looked at it. “There appear to be two creatures on his spinal cord, but they act as one. I can’t remove them without killing him. And I don’t know enough about his physiology to remove them anyway. Besides, it would probably defend itself. Hmm, this is strange.”
“What is it Zhaan?” John asked.
“It seems to be bio-mechanoid.”
“You mean like Moya?” Aeryn said.
“Yes. It appears to be sentient by itself, but acts more instinctively. I don’t think the armor we saw comes directly from them anyway. It looks like it is called from hyperspace or some dimension similar to it.”
“Ok, call me when he wakes up, I’d like to talk to him.” John said, turning to leave.
“Ok.”
Then everyone except Zhaan left the med bay. A few hours later he awoke with a start. He knew he was in the large ship, but where? He looked over and saw the blue woman, Zhaan, looking at some print outs of what looked like the creatures from the Guyver unit in his body.
“You’re awake.” She said, turning and smiling at him.
“Who, what are you? And where am I?”
“I’m Zhaan, a Delvian priestess. And you are in Moya’s med bay.”
“What hit me?”
“That would be D’Argo. You are lucky he didn’t kill you.” Then she tapped a gold badge on her shirt. “John, he’s awake.”
“Ok, I’ll be there in a microt.” Crichton called over the comm. link.
Matt sat up and looked around at his surroundings. His head still hurt where D’Argo had hit him with his tongue. Then John Crichton walked in. “How you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been run over.”
“Where did you get that ship? I’ve never seen anything like it on Earth.”
“It’s not from Earth, at least not our Earth. Look, it’s a long story, about five years long.” Matt said.
“We got all day.”
Matt began to tell his story about how he found the relic ship, and the dormant unit ‘G’. How he and Sean Barker had stolen the timers from Cronos, and how he had been going through the other dimensions collecting the pieces he needed to put his plan into action.
“You mean to tell me that a race of aliens, on Earth, is developing wormhole technology and you stole some of it?” John asked skeptically.
“Yes. They’re not really true aliens. They are humans given the ability to change into creatures called Zoanoids.”
“Ok, how did you find me here?”
“It was actually more of an accident. As I said, I was being chased by two Zoaloards and was about to test the star-drive system when I detected a wormhole. So I followed it but overshot my target and landed here.”
Then Pilot’s voice came over the comm. – “Attention, we are nearing a small commerce planet. We need supplies.”
“Who was that?” Matt asked.
“Pilot, he controls Moya’s systems. We’re going down there, want to come and take a look around?”
“Sure.” He said, hoping to learn more of this strange new place.
They got up and headed for the transport hanger. Matt pointed to a transport pod. “What are those?”
“Transport pods, Moya grows them.”
When they reached the pod, Aeryn stuck her head out. - “You’re bringing him?”
“Yeah, thought he might like a look around.” He told Aeryn.
“I could just take Excalibur and follow you down.” Matt said, trying to avoid starting a fight.
“No, a Leviathan transport would be less suspicious, even if that thing does look semi peace-keeper tech. John, he’ll need a weapon, at least a pistol.”
“I have some of my own, be right back.” He said, walking back to Excalibur and opening a compartment on the underside of the ship to reveal a weapons rack. He pulled out two pistols similar to John’s pulse guns and a therma-bomb (a sphere shaped explosive, the equivalent of about a five pound lump of plastique.), just in case. Then he walked back to the pod and got in.
“What’s all that shit?” John asked.
“Oh, just some weapons I collected from various worlds.” He said grinning.
Then the hatch closed and they headed for the planet. When they landed they found it was a subtropical planet. Not too hot for Aeryn, but enough to make them all sweat. Matt immediately got the sense that something was wrong; it was the same feeling he had gotten when he found the first Zoanoid. It was like something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Aeryn seemed to sense it, or either she was just interpreting his attitude. “Something wrong?”
“No, just a bad feeling. Lets go.” Mat said, and continued walking.
“Yeah, I’m ready for some fresh food. I’m tired of eating stale crackers.”
“Crackers? Way out here?”
Aeryn and John looked at each other and grinned. “It’s another one of those long stories.”
Then they headed off in search of food and supplies. Matt’s sense that something was wrong wouldn’t go away. He got to thinking “Could the Zoanoids have gotten out here too?” Then Matt spotted him; a Sebacean guy in front of them. Something about him just wasn’t right. He seemed more arrogant than the PKs John had told him about.
Matt tapped John’s arm and nodded toward the guy. They decided to steer clear of him. After a few hours of buying things and moving them to the transport pod, they were ready to go. They started to head back, but the PK gut Matt had spotted earlier had seen John.
“It’s the human, John Crichton!” the guy yelled, pointing to John.
John pulled out one of the pistols and fired at the guy and they ran for cover. “Is Aeryn in the transport pod?” Matt asked.
“Yeah, get her ass over here.” John told him, turning back to fire again.
Then they heard a woman scream and a disgusting crunching sound come from where the PK was. “I don’t like the sound of that.” Matt said; looking in the direction the sound had come from.
They looked up to see that the PK had changed into a Zoanoid.
“What the frell is that!?” John yelled; firing at it & watching the shots do little damage, which was healed within a few seconds of being hit.
“That would be a Zoanoid, looks like one of the higher level ones, a Hyper Zoanoid. But what is it doing here?” he said, turning to run behind a nearby building.
“I don’t know, but you know how to take these things out. Do what you did on Moya, change. I’ll cover you.” John said, shooting at its eyes.
Matt was way ahead of him. He had moved behind the building corner. He yelled “Guyver!” and the armor covered his body and he was ready for battle. He stepped from behind the corner and stood directly in front of the Peacekeeper/Zoanoid.
“What the frell are you? It doesn’t matter, I will destroy you anyway.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it.”
Then he extended the rear vibrational-swords and attacked. He charged the zoanoid and tried to cut it in half, but it was ready for this. It turned away at the last second, but its hand was cut away by one of the blades.
“My frelling arm!” it yelled.
Then it tried to spit acid at him like an Enzyme type. It hit his chest but had no effect. “Nice try, but I’m onto that move.” Then he dropped his hands in front of the gravity orb on his waist, forming a ball of energy between his hands. Then he fired the Pressure Cannon blast, blowing its lower body apart on contact.
“Now, where did you come from, is there a Zoaloard? I know you can’t be here alone.”
The thing’s eyes rolled back in its head and it died, starting to dissolve.
“Damn. Crichton, back to the pod.” He said, ripping a piece of undissolved flesh from the Zoanoid and deactivating the Guyver. Then they ran to the hanger where the pod was.
“What happened? I thought I heard weapons fire.” Aeryn asked.
“We’ll explain later, lets get back to Moya quick.” John said hastily.
Aeryn started the pod and they flew back to Moya. Zhaan was waiting for them in the hanger bay. “What happened?” Everyone started trying to explain at once. Matt pulled out a chunk of flesh from the Zoanoid and handed it to Zhaan.
“Here, can you have pilot scan for anything that matches this? We ran into a Zoanoid.”
She took the piece of flesh and walked to one of the med-bays.
“Why do you want her to scan for that?” John asked him.
“Cause where there’s one of these things; there’s usually a whole bunch of them.”
“You mean there are more of those things down there?” Aeryn asked, looking startled.
“Probably, and if there are we have to destroy them.”
Then Pilot came over one of the clamshell viewers. “I have completed my scans. There appears to be a large building in the center of the main city full of those creatures.”
“How many Pilot?” Matt asked the bluish image on the viewer.
“Close to three hundred.”
“Well, looks like I have my work cut out for me.” Matt said, anticipating a battle.
“What do you mean you, we’re going too.” Aeryn told him matter-of-factly.
“Why do you want to go?”
“She wants to frag something. Besides, we can help. And by the looks of it, you could use a little help.” John told him.
“Ok, but it’s going to be dangerous.”
John and Aeryn just looked at each other and grinned. Matt had the feeling they were going whether he liked it or not. Then D’Argo walked in with his Qualta-blade drawn and in rifle mode. “I’m coming too.”
“Fine, you can come. Might as well invite the whole damn bunch.” Matt said looking to D’Argo.
John looked at him. “No; Chiana, Zhaan, and Sparky can stay.”
“You’re damn right I’m staying.” Rygel said from behind them. “And if you don’t come back, I get your possessions.”
Matt glared at Rygel. “Don’t be messing with my stuff toad boy. If I get back and find something missing, I’ll know where to look.”
Rygel stuck his nose in the air and flew from the room in his hover chair.
“You three can go in the prowler. I’ll take Excalibur.” He said looking to Aeryn, expecting her to fly them down to the planet.
Aeryn mumbled to herself- “What do I look like, a frelling transport pilot?” Then they climbed into their separate craft and streaked toward the planet.

5. Assault
            They landed away from the building, grabbed their weapons, and headed for the building. They stopped long enough to drop the outer guards with the pulse rifles and Matt’s hand weapons. They reached a door without incident and started in and down a hall. When they reached a certain point, alarms sounded throughout the building. Matt looked around. “Damn, they’ll be all over us now. Come on, might as well keep moving.”
They reached a corned and the first of the PKs came at them. They killed him easily since he hadn’t had a chance to change to its Zoanoid form. They fired off shots at each, and most were dead with only one or two shots. Then came something Matt hadn’t anticipated, a group of blended zoanoids, like the best from each type was taken and spliced together into these.
They charged at him as he activated the Guyver unit. The blast field surrounded him as the armor covered his body, protecting him from their attack. But some of them were stupid enough to run head-on into the blast field, which blew them into small pieces and splattered them all over the walls. He quickly killed off the rest of the small group with the vibrational-swords and a few well places shots from Aeryn with her pulse rifle and D’Argo with the Qualta-rifle.
“Lets move, I have to get to the Zoaloard if there is one.” They got to the end of the hall and were met with a door that proved to be locked and made of some kind of reinforced metal.
“Now what?” Aeryn asked. “We can’t blast through that with these weapons.”
“Stand back, I got it.” Matt said through the Guyver unit.
He held his hands, palms facing toward each other, near the gravity orb. His palms glowed with energy as a sphere shaped ball of energy formed in his hands. Then he thrust his hands forward in a double palm-heel strike at the door. The energy burst from the pressure cannon struck the door, blowing it inward into shrapnel. They proceeded through the doorway and into a high-ceilinged room. They heard footsteps in front of them then a voice.
“I see you’ve arrived.” The voice said.
“Aeryn, John, D’Argo; get out. Head for the ships. I’ll be there in a few microts. Go now!” He said, and then put all his attention towards the figure in front of him. Then the three ran from the building toward the ships. “How did you get to this planet?” He asked.
“What, you think the creators didn’t toy with more than one species? We have been developing new Zoanoids in secret for over 100 cycles now.” The voice told him.
“Creators?” he asked, puzzled.
“The species that created our race, probably your race too.” It said.
“Hmm. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to set you back by about 100 cycles then.” He told the figure.
“I wouldn’t be so confident my friend. You have yet to see the true form of the new Zoaloard.” With that he began to change.
It kept getting bigger and bigger. Matt could tell this was no ordinary Zoaloard, he could sense its power. It felt stronger than most of the full Zoaloards of Earth. When it was finished changing, it looked like a cross between several creatures he had seen in horror movies and video games. It had six legs and two arms; which were equipped with powerful pincers; a scorpion’s tail, a head like one of the creatures in the movie Aliens, several pods on its arms and legs that looked like they shot some kind of bio-missiles, and a shell covering the back like a beetle.
“They seem to get uglier all the time,” he said, looking up at the Zoaloard.
Then he attacked. He flew up, extended the forward vibrational-swords and stabbed it where its brain should have been. Then he fired the head laser into its face, gouging out deep holes. It brought up one of its claws and swatted him aside like a fly; then shot the bio-missiles, hitting him in various places on the armor; knocking him towards the ground. He hit the floor, rolled, came up, and started rapid firing mini-pressure cannon blasts from both hands. Each shot blew out large chunks when they hit the body, but simply deflected off of the shell. He fired the sonic blaster into its face to distract it while charging the full pressure cannon blast.

He turned and fired, but before the beam reached the creature, it turned with lightning quick reflexes and tried to use the shell to shield itself. The blast blew a hole straight through the shell and into the body. The creature got pissed and tried to use the tail stinger to hit him. He dodged every one of the strikes and waited until the tail got close again to cut off the stinger. Then the control medal began to pulse. He could feel a massive charge building in the mega-smasher, about twice the normal Warrior-Guyver’s strength.
Then he flew up straight into its face and opened both the mega-smasher cells. A blindingly bright white beam of energy shot forth and disintegrated it and continued through the base, destroying everything in its path until the beam dissipated. There was only one thing left to do now. He deactivated the Guyver and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a therma-bomb, set it in the center of the room, and pressed the switch on top. He now had about thirty seconds to get out or he would go up in flames with the complex. He reactivated the Guyver and hauled ass, half running, half flying down the corridors.
He reached the exit and kept running for the ships, where Aeryn, John, and D’Argo had already taken off in the prowler. Matt deactivated the Guyver unit and jumped into the Excalibur. He started the engines and took off. When he looked into the rear view screen, the building blew. It must have had some type of large internal power source because the explosion was massive. He could feel the ship shaking through the shields as the building continued to explode behind him. Then he was gone. He climbed to space and headed for Moya.
“Warning; a large, unidentified, heavily armed vessel is approaching Moya’s position along with several smaller attack craft.” The computer announced.
He tried to contact Pilot as he got closer. “Pilot, I got a huge PK vessel closing in on Moya hard and fast on long range sensors.”
“I know; we see it. Moya is preparing to starburst but needs time to ready herself.” Pilot told him.
“Ok Pilot, tell Moya to starburst out of here as soon as she’s ready.”
“Matt, what the frell are you doing? You can’t take on a command carrier with that thing.” John asked over the comm.-link.
“Who said I had to win? All I’ve got to do is buy you some time.” He said, turning toward the PK ship and accelerating.
When he was just out of firing range he hailed them. “Peacekeeper vessel, this is the star-ship Excalibur. That Leviathan is under my protection. If you do not disengage now, I will be forced to open fire on your fleet.”
They didn’t acknowledge the hails though. His scanners detected a massive charge building in its forward guns. “Computer, damage estimate. If the ship were struck by those blasts, how many would it take to take out the Excalibur?”
“By the power readings I’m picking up, I’d estimate a total of three blasts would take down the shields and we’d be forced to leave.”
“Roger that. Charge all weapons.” He told the computer.
“All weapons armed.”
“Computer, target phasers on half their fleet.”
“Targets locked.” It responded calmly.
The command carrier fired the first shot. Matt could feel it detonate somewhere close to Excalibur, but it hadn’t hit. “Computer, give me manual helm control and targeting.”
The computer beeped its response and he let loose a burst of phaser fire at the prowler squadron, destroying all of them with one sweep. “I love this thing! Computer, lock on the other squad of prowlers.”
“Locked.” It responded.
He switched from phasers to the laser gatling-guns mounted in the nose of the ship. He depressed the trigger and saw a beautiful arc of green light come from the Excalibur’s nose. Each prowler caught about a second of this and was gone with burst of flame that was quickly extinguished by the vacuum of space. “Computer, re-hail them on all frequencies.”
“They are responding.” The computer responded.
“Well, put them on audio.”
“I am head inquisitor Scorpious, leader of this command fleet. You have destroyed our entire prowler squadron,” he growled.
“Well no shit Scorpie.”
“Fire frag-cannons! Take down that vessel and the Leviathan.” Scorpious yelled to the person manning the weapon control station.
The forward frag-cannons fired, sending yellow streaks on energy toward the Excalibur. Matt locked on phasers and laser gatling-guns, rolled the ship, and returned fire. “Computer, target their weapons systems.”
“Locked.”
Matt called over the radio again. “Scorpious, I’m giving you one last chance to turn that piece of dren around and leave here now.”
His only answer was the recharging frag-cannons. “Fine, you want it that way then you got it.” Then he fired off a single quantum torpedo. The projectile flew toward the command carrier’s main frag-cannons.
When it hit, it destroyed the cannons and set off a chain reaction along the surrounding sections of the hull, destroying or damaging most of the nearby weapons systems.
Pilot’s image came on his screen. “Matt, Moya is ready for starburst.”
“Hang on Pilot, I’ll be there in a microt.”
Then he re-hailed Scorpious. “Well Scorpie, looks like we’ll have to finish this some other day. As for now, so long sucker.”
Then he looped around and flew back to Moya at half speed.
“Matt, tuck in close to Moya and when she jumps to starburst, you’ll be pulled along too.” Pilot said over the viewer.
“Gotcha.” Matt said, pulling alongside Moya.
Moya’s hull glowed blue and bolts of energy shot from her starburst talons as they expanded creating a ring of energy. Then the vortex opened in front of them and they were gone.
6. The End is The Beginning is The End
           They came out of starburst far away from Scorpious, his carrier, or the Zoanoid infested planet. Matt came back aboard Moya and they headed for the mess hall where they celebrated their victory against the Zoanoids and Scorpious. Matt stayed aboard for another week, which seemed to drag on forever. Then came the day they all dreaded. Matt was planning to leave, to go in search of home. He walked to Pilot’s den to talk to him.
“Moya and I thank you for giving us the time we needed to starburst.” Pilot told him.
“Least I could do for friends. I feel a kind of kinship with this ship since we are both part biomechanoid. Tell Moya I would do it again for her and the others, all she need is ask.”
“Thank you.” Pilot said. Matt could have sworn he saw him grin.
“One more thing. The others told me of Moya’s offspring, Talyn. Tell Moya that when I leave, I’ll try to find Talyn and bring him back to her. I’ll kill Crais with my bare hands if I have to.”
“Moya wishes to convey her deepest gratitude. She says if you ever need anything at all, just ask.” said Pilot.
“Thank you Pilot.”
Then he headed for the docking bay and Excalibur. When he got there he found the whole crew waiting for him. He hated goodbyes, but it looked like he couldn’t avoid this one. He exchanged handshakes all around.
“Well, I’ll go now. You never know, I might be back. John, if I find Earth, I’ll come looking for you.” He said, turning toward his ship.
“Thanks.”
“Good luck. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” Aeryn told him.
“Thanks. Well, be seeing you.” Matt said as he climbed into the Excalibur and headed out of Moya. Everyone ran to the command tier to watch his departure.
Matt looked down at his screen. “Computer, plot course for star-drive deeper into the uncharted territories.”
He had copied all the star charts Moya had of the surrounding areas.
“Course plotted.” The computer responded.
“Computer, lets give them a show. Engage star-drive.” He said, turning to watch the star-drive effect out his window.
They watched from the command tier as the Excalibur glowed blue with energy strangely similar to starburst. Then it vanished, streaking off into space in a blur of energy, leaving a faintly glowing trail behind. He was gone. They stood watching for a long time. Finally someone spoke up. “Pilot, follow his trail. Lets see where it takes us.” John said.
p>Moya started forward along the trail left by the Excalibur. They would probably never catch up to him, but they would follow anyway.
Back aboard Excalibur, Matt was getting ready for some rest. “Computer, wake me up if there are any problems or we reach any planets.”
The Excalibur had already dropped from star-drive and was running at about ¾ full speed, fast enough to outrun a carrier if the need arise. He drifted off to sleep. He would keep his promise to Moya of finding Talyn, and would try to find Earth along the way. But until the day he returned to Moya with Talyn, he would keep searching. Though for now, he would sleep.
The End... Or is it?
Info on the Guyver:
-Normal Guyver: Physical strength: The normal Guyver unit multiplies the host’s own strength to that of 100 men.
            -Speed: Running- 0-200 MPH with a max of about 300MPH. Flying- 0-600 MPH with a max of about 1000.
-Durability: The normal Guyver unit makes the host almost indestructible. The host becomes bullet proof, able to withstand a rocket launcher or grenade launcher blast, and immune to radiation, pathogens, able to regenerate lost body parts, and the host stops aging after a certain number of years.
-Vibrational Swords: The Guyver unit is equipped with a pair of swords facing either forward or to the rear that vibrate at a very high frequency allowing them to cut through almost anything.
Warrior Guyver: Physical strength has been approximated to be at least four times greater than that of a normal Guyver. The unit also possesses unlimited stamina due to a HSL (Hyperspace Link).
-Speed: Running- 0-450 MPH with a max of about 600 MPH. Flying- 0-2000 MPH with a max of 3750 MPH.
Shielding is equal to Gigantic type, with a secondary shield protecting the control medal, and a regeneration/healing that is approximately ten times faster than a standard Guyver’s recorded norm. The armor has also shown an immune type response to biological attacks, being able to neutralize their effects. The unit has also shown the ability to recall the control medal into hyperspace to regenerate, able to pull the host (or whatever is left) along with it, even if the unit appears to have been vaporized.
-The head laser orb has exhibited an energy output ten times greater than that of a normal Guyver.
-The pressure cannon is roughly five times more powerful than a normal Guyver’s, but can be combined with the energy of the unit’s shields to produce a destructive blast more powerful than a normal Guyver’s full powered mega-smasher. The unit has also shown the ability to rapid-fire single-handed mini pressure cannon blasts at the rate of a Zoaloard gravity-bullet attack.
-This unit possesses two pair of vibrational-swords, one on the elbows, and one pair near the wrists, which are stronger than a normal Guyver’s, and are polymorphic; able to take on almost any shape.
-The unit’s sonic emitters have shown greater versatility and power. Radius of attack can range from 15 to 160 degrees and intensity has ranged from a low hum, to six times that of a normal Guyver’s.
-Hyper sensors give the host a wider range of sensory enhancements, in and out of the armor.
-The units control medal is pyramid shaped and has a more powerful processing unit, allowing this unit to work at very high power levels.
-It also has the ability to call up the blast field, which normally only comes on during activation of the Guyver, while the unit is still activated. The unit can also cloak itself, like a chameleon, or appear to be anything else. It can also project holograms. It also possesses telepathic and other psionic abilities.
-Note: Though the host possesses a Warrior Guyver unit, he has yet to master it. Consequently, it has yet to reach its full capacity/strength; meaning all the weapons would be slightly weaker than an experienced Warrior unit, giving it between a Gigantic type upgrade and a full Warrior unit’s power level. With time and battle, it will get stronger.
The End? Or is it....

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