Me: Hello all! My name's, obviously, littleblackwing. This is my first story, so don't hate too badly. Constructive criticism is good, but don't tr011 me, 'kay?
V2G Kouichi: PieMcMuffins!
Me: K! That's my word!
VA Kouichi: you shouldn't have made him such a perfect copy. He's been eating my chocolate like mad.
Des Kouichi: Mine too! He's crazy!
V2G Kouichi: I like chocolate! It's my favorite!
Kami: *in Des Kouichi's lap* We do not own Cardfight! Vanguard. Please support the official release. Kay?
Me: KAA-MII! I was gonna say that!
Kami: You forgot.
Me: Uhhh . . . I'm just gonna start writing now . . .
VA Kouichi: Yes, please. I'm done sitting up with you at night helping you revise the prologue.
Me: . . .
Rain poured down in the darkness on the capital city of the water-locked nation of Shang, more specifically on the monolithic skyscraper that housed the political leader of the nation: the Director.
Across the street, hidden in the shadows of a small bakery, stood a tall, broad-shouldered man in an ankle-length, black trench coat and matching fedora, which cast his face in shadow. He was turned towards the silvery home of the Director of Security of the Mighty Nation of Shang and Napolineum. He nodded his head, a fraction of the back of a military haircut showing for just a moment as he did so. "Let's move." The man spoke to 2 others in black coats standing off to the side. As one, the 3 men moved across the street to the huge building.
As they entered the walled complex, a security guard, dressed in a grey jumpsuit, stepped up to the leader of the three. "What is your business at Napolineum Security Offices?" the security guard asked warily.
The security was socked. The Director's office was one of the more volatile offices in the government, for the reason of the succession process, which allowed any citizen of Shang to challenge the director to a Vanguard fight for the position if they had a grievance. Director Seeschal had however, done an excellent job of avoiding decrees that would leave anyone angry. This was the first challenger that had been here in over three years."Well I suppose you may enter if you wish."
Wordlessly the mystery man and his two huge bodyguards entered the skyscraper in the center of the complex. The monolith was built like a lighthouse, tall and skinny with a pushed-out top just on a much larger scale.
When they reached the top, the elevator dinged quietly and opened. Inside, the three men saw a tall, thin man in a suit with a white shirt and silver tie. The man stood as he saw the elevator doors opened.
"And you are?" Asked Director Seneschal.
"That's not important" said the man in the trench coat, "What is, however; is that I am here because I am dissatisfied with your performance as a Director, and wish to take your place."
Seneschal sighed. "Follow me then and leave the gorillas there" he said, turning to a translucent glass door behind his desk.
The tall, broad-shouldered man nodded to his companions and followed the black-haired man into a large chamber, about the size of a basketball field. Seneschal moved onto the middle of a circle cut into the steel floor. The mystery man stood on another. The Director pressed a button on the wall, and a guard rail popped up around each man's circle. The circles slid along the floor toward the walls, then trundled up the walls to about six feet off the ground, or halfway to the ceiling then sped around until the two faced each other from opposite sides of the long part of a basketball court-sized room. A view-screen popped up, showing Director Seneschal's face, and the shadows where the myster man's ought to be. A space to place cards jumped from the wall and pulled out in front of each player near the video screen, which showed their respective opponents as well as their fields.
"Shall we?" asked the mystery man. He placed a hand on the face down unit in front of him. director Seneschal nodded.
"Stand up, Vanguard!" Seneschal called.
"Stand up, Vanguard!" the mystery man intoned, keeping time. As one, they flipped their starting Vanguard.
"Blaujunger!" called the Director.
"Berserk-er Demonlet", retorted the mystery man.
Below, around, and above them, dusty wind whipped across the arena. When it had died down, a man-sized blue robot with a lazer rifle clutched in it's hands stood across from a monstrosity. It was purple, but otherwise looked like a stereotypical demon, half-buried in lava that had arisen from the Nova Grapple Arena floor. Its chest was as tall as Blaujunger.
As the challenger, I have the honor of going first. Draw, and ride Berserker Wyvern, Daryi" said the mystery man as he placed a card from his hand over Demonlet.
Down on the field, Demonlet was absorbed by dark purple light. In its place, a purple Wyvern Guard, Daryi cawed as it appeared settling on the ground.
"Demonlet moves. Turn end," said the trench coat-clad man as the demon reappeared behind Daryi.
? - Seneschal
5-Hand-5
0-Soul-0
0-Damage-0
Field
none-none-none-none
Demonlet-Daryi-Junger-none
none-none-none-none
"Draw, Ride, Blaupaunzer!" Seneschal called, "with Junger's skill, when I ride Paunzer over him, I can search my deck for Blaukruneger and add him to my hand."
The blue robot grew half again, now wielding a laser rifel in each hand.
"Continuing, I call Tough Boy and Dancing Wolf!"
A white wolf balancing on one paw and a green-gold-grey robot appeared around Paunzer.
"Dancing Wolf boosts Paunzer, who attacks your Vanguard!"
The robot aimed his twin laser rifles at the indifferent wyvern.
"No guard," retorted the mystery man.
"Drive check is Moai the Great. No trigger."
The laser rifles blasted the Wyvern, one after the other.
"Damage check is Berserker Knight Blaastr. No trigger."
Seneschal flipped Tough Boy sideways as the robot dashed in, broad fist pulled back for a punch.
The mystery man dropped a card into the damage. "Daryi, No trigger." Seneschal signaled the end of his turn.
?-Seneschal
5-Hand-5
2-Damage-0
2-Unflipped Damage-0
Field:
none-none-Tough Boy(8,000)-none
Demonlet(5,000)-Daryi(8,000)-Junger(8,000)-Wolf(7,000)
none-none-none-none
"My turn. Stand and draw. Ride, Berserker Dragon, Dorwan!"
The Wyvern screamed in pain as it was surrounded by purple-black flames. They burned autonomously for a few moments, and then were shattered by an almighty roar from within. a massive dragon stood where there had once been flame, balefully regarding Blaupaunzer.
"Now, I call Berserker Knight, Rheon and Berserker Archer, Achacha!"
A purple-clad knight and archer appeared next to the huge dragon.
"Now, Achacha boosts and I attack your Vanguard with Rheon!"
The knight, sword held high, struck at Paunzer. Seneschal dropped Moai the Great into his damage zone.
"now, since a rear guard's attack went over 20,000, Dorwan's Restraint is released: With support from Demonlet, Dorwan attacks, and since Dorwan is boosted by a Berserker unit, he gets an additional 5,000 power!"
The dragon gave an almighty roar, and purple flame washed over Paunzer.
"Drive check...stand Trigger, get! All effects to Rheon!"
"Check a damage trigger...Eisenkugel, no trigger."
"Rheon attacks and Daryi's in-soul skill activates! When a unit attacks for a sec ond time, I drop that unit's power by 5,000 and counterblas 1, and you cannot guard the attack."
The purple-clad knight struck Paunzer again as Seneschal placed a Dancing Wolf in his damage zone. The mystery man signaled turn end.
?-Seneschal
4-Hand-4
1-Soul-1
2-Damage-3
1-Unflipped Damage-3
Field
Achacha (9,000)-Rheon (11,000)-none-none
Demonlet (6,000)-Dorwan (12,000)-Paunzer (8,000)- Wolf (7,000)
none-none-Tough Boy (8,000)-none
"Its my turn now! I stand and draw. Now, ride, Blaukrueger!"
Blue light enveloped Blaupanzer, consuming the robot and, in a white flash, transforming it. The new mecha was as tall as two men and wielded a massive blade of golden light, which if stabbed into the ground as it contemptuously regarded the dragon which it stood as tall as now.
"I call Storm, Paunzer and Brutal Jack!"
In golden flashes the blue mecha that was Seneschal's previous vanguard appeared, even as the grey robot jumped -nimbly, despite it's size- backwards, in another yellow flash, a golden mecha appeared, emotionlessly shouldering a hammer as it came into existence. Then, a massive gilded light erupted in front of Paunzer, coming with mighty wind that billowed capes, pulled on armor, and whipped around everything that wasn't directly part of the combatants.
Suddenly, an almighty, mechanized roar billowed from the golden light, and a huge, clawed fist, adorned with silver plating and a black greave set with a scarlet gem shattered the aura, revealing Brutal Jack in all it's glory. It threw back it's head and let out a mechanized, choppy roar.
"Counterblast to release Brutal Jack into high gear! Now, with support from Tough Boy, I attack with Storm!"
The mystery man shrugged as the golden mecha kicked it's hammer back and jumped into the air. It struck the huge monster with all the considerable power vested in it, but hardly scratched the purple dragon.
Wordlessly, the mystery man dropped a card into his damage zone. It flashed scarlet. The man tapped Dorwan's card and drew a card.
"Storm's skill activates to unflip a damage! Dancing Wolf boosts, Blaukrueger attacks Dorwan!"
"No guard."
The blue robot picked his sword from the ground and rushed toward the huge dragon, pulled back for a side slash. The dragon's claws came in in a parry, swinging the golden blade out wide, but the mech whipped his blade toward the dragon's head. The dragon brought his armored forearms above his head in a parry. The robot, with a mighty bellow, redoubled his efforts. The dragon roared back, pushing against him with new vigor. Suddenly, a copy of Stern appeared next to the mech, even as the blue mech struck through the guard of the dragon. The yellow blade slashed at the chest of the dragon - and did next to nothing.
"Damage check is no trigger."
"Now, with support from Paunzer, Jack attacks!" crowed Seneschal, eyes bright with excitement.
Wordlessly and emotionlessly, the mystery man dropped a card into his damage zone.
? - Seneschal
5 - Hand - 3
1 - Soul - 2
5 - Damage - 3
4 - unflipped - 3
Field:
Achacha (9000) - Rheon (11000) - Jack (11000) - Paunzer (6000)
Demonlet (5000) - Dorwan (12000) - Krueger (10000) - Wolf (7000)
none - none - Storm (8000) - Tough Boy (8000)
"FINAL TURN!" the mystery man screamed.
Seneschal's eyes hardened, scanning his hand.
"Oh lord of the Berserk, descend to this battlefield and demonstrate the true power of your followers! Ride, the Vanguard! Almighty Berserk-er, THOR!"
Dorwan let out a last, vengeful roar as it was consumed in purple-black flames. A mighty bolt of pure white lightning erupted from the abyss above the combatants and struck the flame. Storm-clouds appeared above them, and then another bolt of lightning joined the first, then another and another. Then, an almighty, vaguely human bellow shattered the lightning bolts. Inside them, with it's head in the clouds, was a massive, humanoid god-thing. It wore only a pair of silver spaulders and straps for a shirt, with tight black pants and dark purple boots that reached mid-calf on the thing - as tall as Blaukrueger. Its silver beard reached the middle of its chest. The god-thing stretched out a massive, heavily muscled right arm. Bolts of lightning coalesced in the palm, elongating into a hammer of epic proportions. It was as high as the god-thing's neck, so none of the wicked instrument was obscured.
"Call, Dorwan and Daryi. Now, Demonlet's skill. Now, by Counterblasting 1 and moving Demonlet to the soul, Thor gets 5000 power and +1 critical. Next, Thor's skill! I drop Thor's power by 5000 to check the top 5 cards of my deck for a Berserker unit and Superior Call! In this case, Achacha! Now, Dari's Persona Soulblast gives Thor an additional critical! Now, Thor . . . LIMIT BREAK! When Thor reaches 3 critical, I can retire the unit who gave him the latest crit to give Thor 10000 power. Thor's first skill . . . Superior call, Berserker Archer, Achareon! Now, with Achacha's boost, Rheon attacks!"
The purple-clad knight rushed forward to strike at the mech.
"No Guard! Damage check . . . Draw Trigger, get! Power to Blaukrueger, and draw!"
"With Achacha's boost, Thor attacks your Vanguard!"
The god thing's left hand swept away the storm with a gesture, revealing the thing's terrible face. Thor raised his hammer high, summoning lightning bolts from the heavens, turning the black head of the hammer white. With an almighty bellow, Thor whipped his hammer back - and then towards the tiny-seeming Blaukrueger.
"Guard! Wall Boy, Brutal Jack!" The named units appeared with a flash of green, ready to defend their leader to the death.
"Twin Drive, first check . . ." Thor's hammer neared the living shields.
As his opponent gripped his next card, Seneschal held his breath. Somehow, he knew that everything rode on that card now - his job, his newborn daughter, Lite - everything that mattered in his life.
"Second check . . ."
Seneschal gasped. I-impossible! How could he-
"Critical Trigger . . . GET!"
Thor glowed with golden light, his power jumping from 27000 to 32000 - and his critical jumping to 4 - as the white hammer smashed through the guardians and into Blaukrueger. The mech's brilliant blue armor cracked and cumpled as it flew as though it had been shot from a cannon. It struck the wall of the arena, cracking in 2 and exposing the circuitry underneath. It fell off the wall to the ground - and shattered. Seneschal checked 4 damage triggers, and pulled nothing. Not a single Heal trigger.
Outside, the rain that fell in the darkness turned to hail as the reign of the evil 'Director' began.
Me: and PHEW! It's over!
V2G Kouichi: D00D! Dat took u S0 L00NG!
Des Kouichi: You shouldn't have given him a cell phone. Or a laptop. But I agree.
Kami *still in Des Kouichi's lap*: Rate and review people. Please? *does winning, 11-year-old-girl smile.*
Me: *sigh* yeah. R&R and stuff. Peace out yall.
V2G Kouichi: C U l8-