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07-31-2013, 09:10 PM | #1 |
Sentai of the Ages
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KAMEN RIDER NANO
APPROACH THE DAWN (Theme Song - ) The entire distract had been sealed according to the protocols. Barriers rose from the street and locked securely into place, officers blocked off each and every side street, homes were quietly evacuated, and Barrier Shutters locked down to seal each and every building behind a shield of tempered titanium. Only one single car had been allowed through. Roaming the empty streets through the night and heavy rains which had been plaguing the city lately. The headlight shining like beacons, the rain glistening the ambient lighting from around against the matte black body work of the armored limousine. Slowing itself to a stop, the headlights caught something ahead. An armored being in brilliant black, small LEDs of yellow here and there, with two narrowed crimson glowing eye slits within it’s molded helmet. The creature hissed angrily and within the Limo a woman dressed in a Lab Technicians coat and mini skirt offered the teen beside her a strange buckle. A white orb sat in the middle of a red housing, with indents of black evenly spaced throughout. “Go, Ichigo. Complete the Program.” The young man gave a nod and the Driver stepped from the car. Walking around to open the teenager’s door, allowing him to step out into that night of driving rain. The armored creature still hissed angrily inside his armor. Watching as this Boy of seventeen stepped around the limousine and stood with the beams of headlights behind him. Driver softly tapping against his jeanclad right thigh. He didn’t look like much. Only five foot six, couldn’t weigh more than 109 soaking wet with boots on like he was now. Wearing an old Godzilla Hoodie with the sleeves bunched up over his elbows. And rain matted blonde hair, with such stark blue eyes. “You are not threat.. Go home.. I wish fight only strongest...” Angrily hissed through the Armored Rider's featureless helmet. Glistening against the neon signage and blinking lights of emergency crews in the distance. Ichigo though just gave a faint grin. Defiantly holding out his Driver towards the Armored Rider. "Henshin." (Henshin Theme - ) Ichigo's left hand wrapped the metallic belt around his waist with a loud click of metal, allowing his right to easily slid the Driver into place. The White core began to glow brilliantly. Like a small sun in his Driver. As he gripped both ends of the crimson housing and slowly pulled it open. Henshin Approved.. Unlock Base State! The belt’s voice echoed through the emptied streets, even above the sound of limousine’s idling engine behind him. And Ichigo took the queue. Slamming both ends of the Driver shut with such force the glowing sphere in the middle shattered into brilliant pieces! The white liquid inside expanded. Covering his stomach, moving down along his legs easily as it moved up along his chest. And down along both arms. And once it fitted around his still faintly grinning head, it began taking it’s final shape. From within the smooth white suit now covering him came armor, like a great beast slowly rising from the surface of the ocean. Fluid in movement. Forming sleek chest armor and shoulder pauldrons, forming slender gloves over his hands and matching boots on his lower legs. And the final piece a molded helmet over his head. Once each and every piece snapped themselves into place the suit beneath changed to a stark black, the armor retaining that brilliant white. Gaining only a hatch-work design. As he stepped forward slowly, details began to form along the pieces of molded armor. Crimson LEDs dotted along the back of his hands, those sleek boots, and either side of his chest armor. The final piece of it all was his helmet. A black visor formed, angled angrily downward. And a golden V crest formed above, with a crimson jewel set in the depth of the V. Nano Henshin Complete! White bursts of oxygen hissed angrily from each seam, Nano now standing face to face with the Dark Rider. And the battle began! As the driving rain continued pounding their suits the Dark Rider tried punching Nano. But each punch was easily dodged with the smallest movements of his body. Until the third punch was caught in his left hand. And with a single kick sent him hurtling backward, flying through the air like a discarded toy, until his body crushed an unfortunate abandoned car nearby. “Stop playing with him and complete the Program.” The feminine voice came from the Doctor within the limousine, watching everything through her laptop. “Yes, Doctor.” Reaching for his belt, pulling off the crimson housing into two half-circles, he reattached them and sealed them around his right ankle. Nanomachines within the Housing forming around his lower right leg, creating a thicker boot with heavy angled armor, and brilliantly glowing yellow LEDs. “Rider Kick.” Rider Kick Approved! His left leg swept back, his right knee bending down low.. And then the hydraulics kicked in, launching Kamen Rider Nano skyward over the broken Dark Rider! A single flip forward, entering the Kick pose of countless Riders before him, and Nano soared towards the Dark Rider. Streams of air breaking the contours of his larger boot, the bottom glowing red hot, and when he landed there was a great explosion! So strong the power flickered throughout the closed district.. But through the fire, through the flames, Ichigo slowly walked free. Once more absently tapping his Driver against his thigh, and rejoining the woman within the back of limousine. She smiled, using a single slender finger to adjust her glasses. “You’ve done well. The Program was a complete success.” Ichigo gave a bored roll of his shoulders and gave an uninterested nod. “It was fun, Mom. Just like you promised.” |
08-01-2013, 01:54 AM | #2 |
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The Room was such awash in white light the long wooden table in the center seemed to be floating. Plush chairs lined each side of the table with one larger set at one end, meant for someone important no doubt. And before each chair were immaculate settings for coffee or tea to be served in the finest cups. Personally, she hated this room. It was like the room was detached from reality. Like whatever happened here didn’t matter, because no one would ever know. Made her uneasy.
Doctor Mai Konawa was the woman in question. A slender creature of six foot, three of those inches proved by black heels. Stockings of white sculpted her long legs beautifully, the same way her khaki miniskirt did her hips. And the white blouse she wore was loose and comfortable even with the full length technicians coat she wore over. Her features were angled though lovely, with shoulder length straightened black hair and lovely blue eyes behind a pair of no-frame glasses. Beauty and professionalism. And she hated this room. She stood against one of the walls, her back pressed against the in bore lighting just to remind herself this place was real and attached to the world outside. Arms folded across her chest, with her hands holding that clipboard close. The hiss of air as the door across the room opened drew her attention. In filed men and women, each in black business suits and grumpy faces. Someone didn’t like waking up at three in the morning anymore than she did apparently. Good. Another door opened as the first closed and the head honcho himself strolled through. General Joseph Kurosaki. A broad shouldered grunt of a man, so large he looked comically like someone had tried dressing a gorilla in an army uniform. The young women beside him though weren’t as comical. His personal assistants. Twin slender American women with blonde hair and long legs that everyone assumed he kept around for more then their impressive words per minute. Honestly, Mai wasn’t impressed. Once everyone was gathered, seated, and had their tea.. She began. “Gentlemen.” Spoken while standing up straight from off the wall, and lowering her clipboard into the crook of her arm so she could keep track of her various notes. “The first Real Program of Project Nanotech was a complete success.” And as if on queue a screen appeared behind her as though floating in the light, and blinked to life showing the fight between Nano and the Dark Rider. “He transformed and killed Kamen Rider Suicide within thirty point eight seconds. Including transformation.” The screen then blinked to a read out of Nano himself, arms and legs stretched open with vitals displayed to the left. “The Pilot survived with minimal wear on his body and mind.” The General leaned back, large hands gripping the table tight as he pondered the information he was being shown. “What about the corruption rate, I don’t see that anywhere in your report.” Folding his arms, one hand came up to stroke his black chin beard in thought. And she had to stop herself from cracking a smile when that picture of a gorilla entered her mind again. Luckily her hand blocking her mouth as she pretended to adjust her glasses solved that problem nicely. “As you all are no doubt aware,” Thanks to the General. “We’ve had Five Prototype Riders before Nano. Suicide, who died tonight, Butcher, Fire, Ruin, and Death. Names which they have given themselves upon escaping. We’ve corrected for these problems though, General. There is minor corruption of Nano’s Pilot, but nothing near what was experienced with our earlier attempts. Thanks to the NanoDriver System. The onboard computer constantly reads every aspect of the Pilot’s data. And, when certain conditions are met, automatically shuts off the Driver and cancels operations. Activating a Return Program which sends the Suit back to Base with the Pilot. Against his will if necessary. So you see General, that is no longer an issue.” The General gave an angered grunt. Oh how he did hate being shown up, and how she loved showing him whenever possible. “I expect a full analysis and report on my desk by sunrise, including details on this Return System of yours. Meeting Over.” The General turned and left, followed quickly by the rest of the dark suited men and women, leaving her alone once again in this detached room of white light. And she just sighed. Sure, everything she just said should happen in theory.. But in practice? If she was wrong the Pilot would be corrupted and become a psychopathic killing machine like all the others. .. Pilot. When, she wondered, did she start thinking of her Son as the Pilot instead of her flesh and blood? Maybe it made it easier to talk about him maybe going inside and killing them all.. Maybe. |
08-09-2013, 06:49 PM | #3 |
Sentai of the Ages
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Ichigo rushed down the emptied streets. Past Arcades and Convenience Stores, past the faces of people pressed to the glass watching him rush through another rained soaked night. And he was laughing. Laughing as the Kamen Rider swung and he easily slid beneath, catching the Rider beneath the knee to send him toppling off balance. Expertly righting himself, Ichigo just chuckled and clicked his belt tight around his waist. Absently tapping that NanoDriver against his thigh with another smirk on his lips. “You were supposed to be good, Butcher.. better than Suicide anyway. Want to see what he gave me?”
Across him Butcher slowly stood. The lights and rain were making his black suit glisten and gleam, trimmed with brilliant blues. Even along the black butcher’s smock adorning his chest and down to his knees. And that red eyed helmet angled so angrily. Reaching behind him, he brandished another pair of swords from the many strapped to his back and growled.. Ichigo just clicked that Driver into place and popped free the White Orb of his Base State, and replaced it with something new.. The Suicide Red Orb! “Henshin.” Gripping both halves of the Driver he slammed them back together hard enough to crush the orb, and release the Nanites inside! Henshin Approved... Suicide Unlocked! Liquid Nanites rushed forth like a great wave, one Ichigo happily rushed through with his arms spread wide. Forming along his body, creating a suit of pure black. As he pushed himself forward, his forearms and lower legs caught fire! Burning away to reveal thick gauntlets and equally thick boots of deep crimson trimmed in black, matching the full-length sleeveless trench coat flowing off behind him. And as he brought his hand back, rearing for a great punch, the helmet locked itself into place. Angled into a point like a great vulture, with sharpened pieces rising like feathers along his skull with two brilliant crimson compound eyes. "SUICIDE CANNON!" "BUTCHER'S GORE!" Butcher roared and brought down the thickest of his blades, near six foot long and three thick along the broadside, glinting a horrible blade against the rain. But Suicide Nano was ready.. Panels in his gauntlet opened, thrusters propelling his hand forward at a near supersonic speed! The enflamed right hand of Suicide, the burning purple blade of Butcher, brought together with such force the surrounding area was engulfed in their struggle. Glass shattered, buildings rocked, innocent people inside the storefronts watching all ran for cover or were knocked through their buildings like helpless ragdolls! The smoke cleared thanks to the police chopper circling overhead, shining the spotlight down on the pair. Both still standing among the carnage they created. “Think you can do that again, Butcher? I don’t know.. Looks like I cracked your sword.” Butcher’s sword was cracked, but so was Suicide’s gauntlet. The difference being he could feel the Nanites already beginning to strengthen and repair the damage done. Butcher, being a Raw Rider, didn’t have that option. “Nothing to say? Fine... LAST BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE!" Legs spread, arms risen high above his head... Nano threw his arms down and screamed his power as it rushed through him. Erupting his entire body in the intensity of crimson flames, giving him access to every byte of power surging through his suit. The instant the scream stopped the movement began. Sweeping his right foot behind him his armor began changing itself to his will. The armor of his forearms and his left foot all joined his right boot. Making it thicker, taller, until the entire leg was protected from the intense flames. Butcher just snarled. Pulling free his biggest blade once again.. He was not impressed. "BUTCHER'S GORE." Gripping the blade tight with both hands it erupted in purple flame and was brought to the ready.. But Nano was gone! Already so far high above Butcher, thrusting his foot down to begin that intensely powerful kick. As he gained speed the flames became more and more intense. The closer he came the more Butcher pulled back his blade for the attack. And when close enough he swung the blade wide, catching the bottom of that Rider Kick! Another explosion rocked through the square, toppling whatever poor structures were closest from the sheer ferocity of it. Engulfing both fighters.. It took seven minutes for the smoke to clear. Butcher laid dead, his Nano-Sphere laying on the ground just waiting to be claimed. But across the street, crumpled into several cars pushed into one another, laid Nanotech. The scar from the Butcher’s Gore burning purple across from his chest until his suit simply disappeared all together leaving the injured Ichigo exposed there on the street. But it did not end there. Standing on the pile of cars making Nanotech’s bed was someone new. Cuffed ankle-boots led into naked legs until they reached her one piece bikini-styled suit, black with long sleeves disappearing beneath cuffed gloves, with thick armored knuckles. Now though they were tucked into the pockets of her suits opened jacket. Crimson, silver-trimmed, with an equally silver anime Skull between her shoulder blades. And this new Ride effortlessly kicked the motionless Ichigo, sending him flying off into the one of the destroyed store fronts like some discarded toy. Before she innocently just stepped off the car pile. This girl of sixteen was the second of the Raw Riders, this girl with the featureless helmet and long blonde hair flowing out the back down to her waist. Was Kamen Rider Ruin.. Canting her head, the girl turned. Watching as Mai stepped from that Limousine beneath the umbrella held by her personal driver. But it wasn’t the clipboard she was holding this time, it was another Driver.. Shaped like a perfect circle, with recesses for three orbs to fit so perfectly into. Colored purple and black. “Doctor Mai..” Ruin’s voice came through as a hoarse whisper thanks to her helmet. Mai though only smiled, that soft sympathetic smile that you gave hurt children to try and reassure them it’d be fine come morning. “Hello Maki. I'm here to take you home. .. Henshin." |
08-10-2013, 12:29 AM | #4 |
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Henshin Downloading.. Kamen Rider Valkeryie Approved! Ruin leapt from her perch, aiming a powerful kick towards the changing Rider.. But Mai already rose her hand and caught her ankle effortlessly. The hand catching the foot became black as the Nanobots began covering it, moving along her body to make her skintight undersuit. “I’m sorry for what He did to you Maki-Chan, but this ends now.” The growing pressure of the Henshin forced Ruin backward, sending the sixteen year old Rider skidding back along her feet as Mai called upon the rest of her Armor. Smooth pieces of white crashed in against her chest, molding to her body perfectly trimming with burning silver. Matching the smooth gauntlets and boots erupting around her limbs, and the helmet snapping into place through angry hisses of oxygen escaping between the seams. The Helmet was molded after a dove. With a vented visor and two glowing pink eyes igniting behind it. “VALKERYIE DANCE.”
The words spoken and vents flung open on the back of her chest armor allowing two beautiful heavily feathered wings, and within her hands twin swords. Curved blades that attached by the handles with a single chain which flowed off behind her. “RUINATION.” Ruin pounded her fists together and created a mighty gale which swirled around her. Within the prison of wind thick armor and oversized fists of black metal were created along each arm. And the fight began! The pair of Riders took to the skies above the closed district. Ruin’s fists glowing brilliantly crimson as she pounded them again and again into Valkeryie’s glowing blue swords. Each strike was deflected away, slashing through nearby buildings even as they continued to climb. Valkeryie through her wings, and Ruin leaping between them for another strike of her fists. Blades met Fists again and again, Their bodies dancing through the rain, appearing only for brief glimpses between the buildings, until both appeared once more on the ruined streets below. Ruin’s arms returned themselves to normal as Valkeryie’s wings and weapons became white fire and then disappeared themselves. Both women were out of breath. But the fight was now over. Without warning Ruin disappeared! Valkeryie blinked, straightening her back as she felt a slender hand wrap tightly around her throat.. Ruin had her! The girl’s legs wrapped tight around her body from behind, while both hands gripped a tight hold around Mai’s neck. Slowly choking life from her. So tight she fell onto her hands and knees, allowing Ruin to stand straddled over her back. And just continue choking.. “He is here.” She whispered. Death, Mai thought. That was how she hid her movements.. Death’s Illusion. She was going to die with that being the last thought through her head. “SUICIDE CANNON!” Bursting through the building he was kicked like a fireball released from hell came Nanotech Suicide State. His hand connecting with Ruin’s cheek, sending the girl hurtling backward before slamming into a nearby wall and just collapsing onto the ground. He readied another but a figure appeared.. a Black Rider. A hood over his white mask, no detail seen beneath the black cloak draped across his shoulders. He merely scooped Ruin into his arms, and as though a dream, simply vanished into the rainy night. “... The Hell...” Mai coughed. Rolling carefully onto her back while the armor she wore returned into her belt where it belonged. Fresh air.. that was better. “Death, Ichigo.. That Rider was Raw Rider 05, the most powerful of the subjects that escaped. Death.” Ichigo joined her. Both by her side and turning off his belt so he could help her stand again and walk for the car. “You almost died.” Mai coughed and tried to smile. “Calculated risk. You aren’t ready for Ruin yet.. I barely was, you only touched her at all because she can be singularly focused. Did you collect from Butcher?” He showed her the orb as he helped her into the car, and she gave a faint nod. Allowing him to slid in beside her before they headed back to base. “Good. .. Now you’re ready for Fire.” |
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