Me: Inspired by the "What-If's" and "Could Have Been's" famous throughout the world and our community of fanfiction, I present my own series of one-shots featuring such What-If's and AU's.

Bahamut: So, which one is this one?

Me: AU, which is what these one-shots will be for the most part with mixes of What-If's. Basically, "What if the Kamen Riders landed in a different world?" Some will start at the beginning. Others in the middle. A few near the end. Depending on how well they're received I may, or may not, make a series expanding on said one-shot.

Bahamut: ... I meant, which world is this, not any of that crap!

Me: Oh. Well, if you can't guess, I ain't gonna tell ya!

Bahamut: Corvus...

Me: Fine, it's a recent television series. No more, no less!


DISCLAIMERS: Don't own what's not my own.


The OtherSide

By Corvus no Genmu the Prince of Slumberland

"M-Base"

His head was pounding and the world refused to get its ass in gear and gain a proper level of focus. All in all, Rodan was not a happy Kamen Rider. Not far from him, Anguirus was groaning as he silently pleaded with the world to please stop its rapid spinning with Baragon and Varan, both piled on top of him, reciprocating. A ways off, Gamera laid on his back, unable to get up as his 'shell' combined with his gods-awful headache enticed him to not try moving anytime soon. The only ones truly on his feet were Gojira, who wasn't spared from the terrible headache, and Caesar who had grown used to Mosura's teleportation spells.

Speaking of…

"Where is Mosura?" Caesar would later curse himself for his open-mouth as an alarm system went off in all its loud and blazingly bright glory.

"INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT. LOCATION: THE DANGER ROOM. NOW INITIALIZING LEVEL FIVE PROTOCOL."

"Ow! Sonofabitch, what the hell is that?!" screeched Rodan, rising to his feet with his hands over his ears.

"Troublesome that's what…" grumbled Baragon as he stood and helped his younger brother to his feet. His hearing was much more sensitive than Rodan's but he had the foresight to turn on his hearing mufflers.

"Danger Room?" asked Anguirus, looking around. The room was quite large, three times the size of a football field, and was shaped like a dome. Quite frankly, Anguirus did not see the danger in this room.

Until the stunning laser came out and started firing on them.

The Kamen Riders were up and moving before the blasts even struck and were already well on their way in taking care of them. Gojira raised up his right arm and, with a roar of, "Atomic Fire!" Sent a barrage of nuclear fire at the stun-blasters in a shotgun like fashion, destroying them all near simultaneously. Before victory could be felt and questions asked, the computer system spoke up once more.

"HIGH LEVELS OF RADIATION DETECTED. MOVING TO LEVEL FOUR PROTOCOL." Multi-barreled laser-blasters, still equipped to stun, replaced their fallen comrades while robotic tentacles grew out from the floor, one grasping Anguirus tightly only to fall prey to the spikes adorning his armor. As he fell, the Scarred Rider whipped out his Ankylo Hammer and started swinging, smashing the tentacle to scrap. He spotted what looked like a control panel on the opposite side of the obviously dangerous room.

"I'm going to try and shut this place down, cover me!" he yelled, charging forward, dodging past lasers and tentacles.

"Cover you?!" Rodan cursed and sliced a tentacle into mince meat. "Damn it, where the hell did we land?!" He received no answer, as he expected, and he ran after Anguirus to strike at whatever contraption tried to inhibit him.

Gojira was busy dealing with such a contraption and had just managed to destroy a tentacle with his armored hands when a laser blast nearly took off his head. Cussing at his mistake, Gojira fired another blast of nuclear fire only to watch it disintegrate upon coming into contact with the blaster's laser energy.

Varan, seeing this, ducked under a blast and threw his Orochi-Fangs. "Bite of the Orochi!" He yelled, smiling as his Fangs sliced four guns down before returning to his hand. "Take that ya, ya, what the heck was that anyway?"

"Cadimium. How the hell does this place have cadmium?!" Gojira blasted a tentacle and was pleased at how well they exploded.

"The better question to ask." Caesar paused as he jumped above a whip strike to land beside Baragon, who sliced a tentacle asunder with his Orochi-Claws. "Is why. Having fun, Baragon or is this too troublesome?"

"Compared to your style of training sensei, this is easy as pie." He ran forward, brandishing his Claws which were glowing brightly with energy. "Strike of the Orochi!" The Orochi Warrior slammed his hands down and sent the energy through the floor, tearing it in two and damaging the last tentacle beyond use.

"FIRST WAVE DEFENSE COMPROMISED. MOVING TO LEVEL ONE PROTOCOL."

"What?! The hell happened to two and three?!" yelled Varan who jumped and clung to the wall only to find himself suddenly trapped in a metal box. Moments later, the box was sliced in half via Varan's Fangs, which he used as buzz saws against the robotic saws currently aimed at him and his teammates.

Meanwhile, Anguirus was rapidly typing away at the command panel on the far wall while Rodan provided defense for him but while the Rider of Flight was fast, the defense systems had the upper hand with the sheer number of robotic devices aimed to hinder them and hinder them badly.

"Any day now would be NICE!" Rodan sliced an errant ball-shaped robot, which resembled something he had seen in an old film once, Star something or other, before blowing back the rest with a strong gust of wind.

"I'm working on it!" Anguirus couldn't believe how many firewalls this system had. Whoever installed them was good. "But I'm better." He typed a last command and flinched as a laser beam blasted near the panel.

"DEFENSE PROTOCOLS SHUTTING DOWN." What machines were left intact crawled back to where they emerged from while those too damaged to move laid where they were.

"Good work, Anguirus." Gojira called to his friend. "Now, can you see about—"

"NOW STARTING HOLOGRAPHIC PROGRAM. PROGRAM CHOICE: THE GAUNTLET."

Before any of them could react, the metal covered room was gone, replaced by a large clearing in the middle of a jungle, unfortunately not an urban one. The sounds of exotic wildlife echoed and though they knew otherwise, the Riders' armor systems were telling them that they were indeed somehow in the middle of a rainforest jungle.

"The hell—Shut this thing off, Anguirus!" roared Varan to the older rider from where he was once clinging to a wall now a large tree trunk.

"Oh gladly, just tell me where the off switch is." The panel, along with anything remotely robotic in the room, had disappeared the instant the hologram had activated and left the Kamen Riders alone save for the individuals standing across the clearing from them.

"Who are they?" asked Baragon, confused and slightly unnerved by the appearances of these people.

In front of Caesar stood a bestial man who growled low in his throat. "SABRETOOTH."

"Hmm, rather shady looking fellow… This just might be fun after all!" Caesar cracked his knuckles.

Across from Varan, also clinging to his own tree, rested a sickly looking individual who spat out a glob of slime. "TOAD."

"Eewww… shit, that's, that's just not right." Varan shivered, already armed with several poisonous senbon.

Baragon stood across from a large boy around his age, and by large he meant huge, which, in turn, translated to fat. Ridiculously fat. "BLOB."

"Alright big boy, you want some? Come get some!" Baragon brandished his Claws and took a ready stance.

Even from where he was standing, Rodan saw the arrogant smirk on his opposing hologram's face. "QUICKSILVER."

"I'll wipe that smirk off with my sword, bastard!" Rodan brandished his Primal Blade with a hiss of steel.

Anguirus cocked his head in confusion and snickered to himself at seeing his holographic opponent, at least that's what he assumed these things were, had a glass bowl apparatus covering his head. "AVALANCHE."

"I hope his name fits his reputation otherwise this is going to get real boring…" Anguirus muttered, shouldering his Ankylo Hammer.

Gamera tilted his head and looked at the oddly dressed man whose color motif was a blend of magenta. His helmet was informing him that the energy field surrounding the man was made up of high levels of magnetic waves. "MAGNETO."

"Really, I had no idea." Gamera sighed, shaking his head. This was going to be interesting indeed.

Gojira cocked an eyebrow beneath his helmet at the mountain of a man that stood not two yards from him. "JUGGERNAUT."

"Huh… interesting…" The Black Rider supposed that the computer was answering Baragon's question as it announced each new character in turn either because it was choosing now to be helpful or was trying to intimidate them by giving the names of their opponents. Nervous they might be but afraid?

Never.

Gojira's hand drifted to his left wrist where his K-Zector laid in wait. "Kamen Riders… Tear them up!"

"CAST-ON!"

--

Logan was not one to come up with names for people on a whim, he always had a reason to call them something other than their real name or their chosen code-name. Take Kurt Wagner for example. The kid chose the name Nightcrawler as it was a connection to his past, his family back in Germany, but Logan knew he called himself that because of his outward appearance. Logan's nickname for him was nothing of the sort, well not entirely. Elf seemed to fit the energetic boy more than Nightcrawler ever could as it connected more to the elf's personality than appearance.

Then there was Evan Daniels, Ororo's… troublesome… nephew. Troublesome, not exactly a good word for the kid. The boy had an attitude and didn't take well to authority. At all. His powers may give him a perfect offense and defense, with the right training, something that Evan did not like, but it was his attitude that earned him the name Porcupine. Keep to himself and let no one else in.

Everyone of the students had a nickname all to their own but even now as he walked, or more like stalked, beside Professor Xavier towards the malfunctioning Danger Room, Logan's instincts subtly informed him that there would soon be not one but a group of new recruits sharing the same name.

Trouble.

Inputting the override code, Prof Xavier and Logan stood back as the doorway to the Danger Room slowly hissed open as the holograms shut themselves down. Smoke and steam blocked their view of who was inside. Logan suddenly frowned. The smoke should have dissipated by now even without the suction fans.

"You can come out." Xavier called into the Room. "Despite your bad welcome, you are among friends here."

Silence and then a strange whoosh of air and the smoke was gone revealing a group of men of various ages, from as young as twelve to as old as Logan appeared to be. His eyes narrowed, he recognized them for what they were near instantly and slowly changed his stance behind Xavier. These men were fighters, soldiers, and had killed before and would not hesitate to do so again if they absolutely had to.

Xavier did not miss this either but did not show any difference in emotion beside his usual placidness. "Come and let us retire upstairs. I'm sure there are a lot of questions to exchange between us."

The tallest of them, a red-hair boy with a ponytail, smirked and raised his hand. "I got one! What the hell was that and can we do it again?"

Logan looked and saw that, while disgruntled with their fellow, the others did not look too indifferent to the idea. He smiled. Yeah, definitely trouble.

For the other kids.


To Be Continued...


A/N Inspiration: Seeing as the M-base is based off the X-gene commonly found in mutants, I always wondered how the Riders would interact with a group similar to them but sharing none of the same ideals. Let's face it, in Evolution, none of the X-Men save for Wolverine have ever had to kill anyone (intentionally) and the Riders are… well, too experienced in the act. This one-shot might branch out into other one-shots but the possibility of it becoming a full fanfiction is unlikely.


Next Reflection...

"Battle for Hearts"