Prologue—The Final Miracle
######
Shirogane Takeru may be done with the world, but the world is not done with Shirogane Takeru. In another plane, in another time, two mysterious beings gazed intensely into a spherical object. If one were to describe them, angels seem to the likeliest descriptions. In a room bathed in white light, their six pairs of golden wings radiated as much glory as their long blond hair. The only way to tell the two apart were the facial hair. One of them possess none, meaning one of them was significantly older.
"See you again, Kasumi…" Those were the last words of specimen 20706 as he faded out of existence.
"Not bad," the young angel commented. "He managed to destroy the original hive in two months time. A significant progress compared to his previous incarnations."
"The original hive on Earth may have been destroyed, but the fact remains still that Earth has less than thirty years left to live." The older angel looked grim as he assessed the situation. "The BETA is vast in number, and the human race too fragile to take on the remaining nests in the galaxy. Not to mention, the 00-unit ceased functioning and Kagami Sumika has lost her value as a casualty anchor."
"I understand your worries, Master Levoras, but what choice do we have left? Our cards are all spent up; this Alternative Universe is the best chance at saving the Galaxy that we have."
Old Levoras cannot accept such minimal progress to be the end game. The Silicon lifeforms that created the BETA, the Ixti, has the power to cross worlds much like themselves, the Ageans. The Ageans were running out of universes to run to, they were lucky to find one where the BETA have not reached, the Extra Universe. But it is only a matter of time before the Ixti bring the BETA to the Extra Universe.
"Orlan…the biggest mistake of the Agean race has been the creation of the Ixti. Because of our folly, we have lost our planet and our physical forms. Earthlings do not posses our spiritual powers and neither do the other races left in the galaxy that are still fighting." Levoras eyes hardened with resolve. "We must keep trying, surely in one of the many possibilities there must be a specimen that is powerful enough to not only destroy the BETA threat on Earth, but also be able to perceive other sentient life in scattered in the cosmos."
"But master, we have already given Shirogane Takeru at least a thousand chances and have exhausted our spiritual powers to just store information of the past iteration in his consciousness. That was our best chance."
"Are you giving up Orlan?" Levoras questioned his pupil.
"No…forgive me master." Orlan humbly apologized. "However, it is true that we cannot keep this up forever. Each time we restart the loop, each time we escape to a different universe, we lose more and more of our people."
Ageans are spiritual entities now that their planet is no more. They exist inside a pocket dimension that is maintained by the spiritual energies of the people. Each day, three Ageans burn up their spiritual energy just to keep things going. Currently, there is less than a thousand left.
"We are already dead, it doesn't matter how many of us are left. But if we fail to destroy the BETA and their wretched creators, then our people will have died in vain."
"Then what do you suggest we do now?" Orlan became depressed thinking about the end of all carbon-based life. "Despite Shirogane Takeru's passion, he only managed to destroy one hive superior. Out of all the individuals of the various races left alive, 20706 made the most progress. There is no other life form as powerful as he."
Levoras became silent in deep thought. "No, there is a way left. Shirogane Takeru is still our best option, but perhaps we made a mistake in choosing which Universe's incarnation was deemed the best. 20706 had the most love and courage a species could offer, we thought he could motivate the people of Earth to join forces. But in the end, human infighting turned out to be the sole reason for humanity's destruction. Do you remember what happened in most of the one thousand loops?"
"Yes, master." Orlan regretfully replied. "After dropping G-bombs on the Earth, those left behind fought against each other despite there still being BETA left on Earth. Eventually, the humans G-bombed each other and Earth fell into decay."
"We were wrong to rely on love and courage, what we need is ruthlessness and cunning. We need a Shirogane Takeru that will not hesitate to become a demon, one that will grip humanity with an iron fist in unity."
"But wouldn't that be adverse to the human race? If this Shirogane Takeru is to become a ruler, would not more blood be shed?"
"No victory is without sacrifice, Orlan. Though this path will have more tragedies, in the end, I believe that humanity will rise up from the ashes. Through blood, there will be peace. Through conviction, there will be justice. We need a Shirogane Takeru with the same passion to defeat the BETA, as well as the maturity and ambition to see through his goal. We need one that will kill one hundred humans to kill ten thousand BETA."
"Where on Earth can we find a personality with such a radical change of personality from the norm?"
"Universes are the results of infinite probabilities and simple binary logic. In one universe, the war is won one way and in another, it is won another way. That is the origin of diversion and parallel universes. Likewise, because of the sequence of choices, we Ageans only exist in one universe. And likewise, because of certain probabilities, there exists a Shirogane Takeru that is a radical departure from the common archetype."
"I see, I had not considered such possibilities to exist. I still have much to learn from you master."
"I'm afraid that the time for learning has ended, my dear Orlan." Levoras smiled sadly.
"What do you mean, master Levoras?" Orlan looked puzzled.
"As you have said earlier, we cannot keep this up any longer. Therefore, I shall burn every drop of my spirit to create a final miracle."
"Master…"
"Do not weep for me Orlan, but rejoice in the fact that a new possibility is born. And through that new possibility, a new hope."
Gathering all his strength, the old Agean set his soul ablaze. Levoras has lived longer than most and more than he should have. He was the one that made the Ixti, it was his duty to bet all that he has left on this last miracle. Using all his willpower, he pictured an image of the ideal savior. It was a one in a billion chance that such a perfect being existed.
"Ah….I see it, Orlan." Levoras smiled at his pupil one last time. "I can see the future…."
And then he was gone.
"Rest in Peace, master Levoras." Orlan paid his respects. "I shall join you soon enough."
######
October 22, 2001
A young man, no more than twenty five years of age, awoke in an unfamiliar room. It was simple, a commoner's room, with a commoner's taste. The man was more irritated than confused. It seems like his disgust for the interior decoration was more powerful than the thought of waking up in an unfamiliar room.
"Please tell me I didn't get date raped." The young man said out loud. He had a habit of voicing his thoughts, his grandfather often called him out on that.
Looking down at his body to make sure he wasn't naked, he was relieved to find out that he was still in his American Air Force uniform. The last thing he remembered was walking out of an Air Force bar back in Okinawa. He and his buddies from the USAF and the JSDAF were celebrating his recent promotion to Captain.
"Bunch of assholes could have at least called a taxi for me."
Upon a secondary inspection of the room, the young captain concluded that he was indeed in a boy's room. Seeing that his lower half doesn't hurt, he can safely say that he hasn't been violated against his will. The house must belong to the bar staff, who put him up here since he wouldn't wake up when they closed down the bar.
"But man, what a poorly decorated room. Even, my officer's room has more class. There is simply no excuse for poor interior decoration, rich or poor."
Gathering his wits, the young man attempted to gaze out of the window by the bedside.
"…" He blinked a few times before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
"Hey, I'm going to borrow your bathroom!"
There was no answer. Taking the silence as a yes, the young man walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap. He then dipped his head under the tap and let the ice cold water run over his long blue hair. For a pilot, his hair was rather long. The sides of his hair reached the neck and his bangs covered parts of his eyes. Of course, regulation never said that he couldn't grow his hair out. As long as he put on a headband during flight and his eyes weren't blocked, the brass generally let him off the hook.
After making sure he was sober, the young man's blue eyes stared into the mirror as if expecting something else. To his surprise, all he saw was a handsome face.
"Hey there, did you get hotter during the night? Maybe it's the Captain's charm."
The young man struck a few poses in front of the mirror like he was a superstar. His All-blue USAF dress uniform complimented well with his natural blue hair and eyes. It was as if he was born to join the air force.
He then took out his USAF identification and looked at it. Everything was in order, Captain Mitsurugi Takeru, issued October 21, 2001.
"There we go, nice and sober."
With great exaggerated motions, Captain Mitsurugi marched all the way back to the room and once again peered out at the window. No change.
"Excuse me!" Takeru called out to no one in particular, maybe to his own sanity. "Some drunken ace crashed his giant robot on your neighbor's house!"
Obviously there was no response. If no one answered him the first time, then why would he get an answer back now? The residents of the house probably ran for their lives.
Any sane person should have freaked out by such a scene. Yet, Takeru just found himself amused at the spectacle before him. Was he insane? Maybe. Afterall, for a genius like Takeru, who graduated from MIT at age fourteen, insanity and genius are both sides of the same coin.
There is however, one thing Takeru was certain of.
"At least I know it wasn't the Tequila."
####
Welcome to a new beginning. A future with a new possibility. This is the story of Mitsurugi Takeru and his quest for unification.
This is MUV LUV EXTREME!