Voice: Yes that's it go. Go as fast as you can!
A Battered Guyver could be seen leaning against a rock in a huge pool of his blood. He sat there with his head armor retracted showing his head. His hair drenched in sweat clung to his head. He had deep gashes in his face including his left eye. His nose broken with blood dribbling down. The taste of blood from his nose and throat was hard to swallow as the gravity of his wounds started to set it, yet he smiles as the ship carrying its precious cargo raced into space to rendezvous with the rest of the fleet.
With the head armor retracted, breathing started becoming an issue. He looked down seeing the little diamond piece of armor between his chest plates was critically damaged and not repairing fast enough. He saw the gravity of his wounds smirking for the first time since knocking her out and sending her away to live. All of them catastrophic, such as the High-Frequency blade sticking out of where the Guyver repositioned his heart. He had received a gash from another high freq weapon along with his waist which cut through most of his human vital organs. He was missing his whole left arm and half his forearm. He coughed up blood which spattered and disappeared into the blackness of his black armor, not that it really mattered anyway.
Person: I've always been surprised at how much we bleed.
He saw his enemy dead through the haze of the ringing concussion and the blood and sweat in his good eye. He could barely make out the shapes of his enemy's army raging towards him to convey their frustration upon him. Smiling with vindication that the bastard wouldn't be hunting let alone harming his family again looked back at the ship now reaching the upper atmosphere.
Guyver: My love... I am sorry I had to do what I did. Please forgive me it was the only way I can do this.
The bloodstained ground started to violently shake. The Guyver wasn't sure whether it was from the hoard of Zoanoids and aliens rushing towards him or whether it was something unnaturally done to the planet. The ship was now out of his vision, assuming it was with the fleet speeding away from the planet.
Guyver: Our paths must part my love, I am ready to accept that and you must too. Your path now is more important. You need to get them ready for if my sacrifice is in vain.
The enemy hoard was now a mere mile away from him. He tried to sit up but the slightest movement caused him agonizing pain. He gasped for air causing even more excruciating pain.
He looked up he could see the skyline turn from an aqua green-blue color to a rageful red color as if the planet was angry with the war that had transpired on her surface. Black splotches could be seen in the red skies releasing bolts of lightning which would make the lightning on earth seem more like mere jolts of static electricity.
Through the fuze of his eye, he could make out what looked assumed to be meteorites streaking through the atmosphere. Some of them were, some of them weren't. Most likely ships caught in the dying planets fluctuating gravitational pull.
Guyver: Oh my love you should see this, it is so beautiful!
There was another violent shaking of the ground, more violent and longer. He could hear massive explosions as the planet tried to vent the pressure of it being torn apart in the last ditch attempt to save itself.
Guyver: I have done so many wonderful and horrible things, horrible things I must atone for. But I am ready to do so my love. I want you to remain strong in these trying times ahead of you. If the Gods are merciful I will wait for, no matter how long I will wait for you.
He played his head against the rock he was leaning against and closed his eye. His breathing came slower and slower as the hoard was just under 300 feet away from him. Slowly becoming aware of their impending doom for once.
Guyver: I will look forward to hearing about your life and the lives of our children. It is probably bested it be this way, that way they aren't cursed by being "father's children." Please keep them safe and away from anything that would cause them to lose their innocence and shed their enemies blood.
The planet started blow itself apart throwing huge jets of magma into space. The shaking of the planet threw the Guyver onto the ground, nearly thrusting the lodged high-frequency blade out of his heart. He screamed in blood-curdling pain.
Sensing impending doom, to itself and its master, the armor tried forcibly having the head armor and more specifically the Control Medal come out to save him. Like it had been trying to do since he first retracted it, but he wasn't having any of that. He needed this, he needed to die with his enemies to take the heat off his family. They needed to be free from the curse of being married to and being the children of a Guyver.
Guyver: For once in these near 2 decades of being a Guyver, I am scared, my love. But its okay, I am ready. I have come to terms even though my Guyver has not.
The heat of the ground started to burn his naked flesh and singe his once cherished hair. He saw the enemy hoard run by him, some in panic, some on fire, they had no interest in him anymore after he killed their master. Their main focus... "STAY ALIVE!" Some hid under things, others hid in caves seeking refuge, others panicked and started fighting each other while others wept. Magmatic explosions started to get more fierce and rapidly approached the Guyver.
Guyver: Well my love, this is it. remember I will always lov...
There was a feral anguished wail in the shuttle port as a half armored woman who was moments ago pleading to be taken back to the planet watched that very planet silently explode. She screamed in anguish again with tears violently rushing for her eyes as she slammed her fists into the force field demanding to be taken back. She didn't care that the field was burning the naked flesh of her hands, she just wanted him, her mate!
Crew members in the port looked in horror as the planet exploded like a supernova. Others merely looked away as the woman continued to violently sob. She grabbed her sides feeling like she had to throw up but nothing but wails came out. She kept repeating that she failed him, that she was useless and lost without him, and wanted to know how she was going to live now without him.
She pounded the floor with each fist sending out bolts of electricity and fire putting knuckle prints. Shaking uncontrollably she continued to cry before looking back to where the planet should have been and screamed his name and continued to do so. Hoping he would hear it and come back to her like he always did when he was in his self-defense mode.
It had been nearly ten years since the explosion, the year 2026. The war that everyone thought had ended that fateful day reared its ugly head on Earth in 2023. The aliens were ruthless and efficient nearly decimating nearly all of Earth's defenses in a matter of two hours. It took mere months for most of Earth's Civilization to be exterminated or enslaved. Other areas of the planet were experimented on to recreate the environmental flora and fauna of the planet that was destroyed.
A girl about 18 or 19 can be seen from the rear overlooking one of these test sites. Next to her was a wolf sitting looking up at her. She looked down at the wolf, her only family member left in this war, and smiled who wagged it's tail and lay down waiting for the go-ahead to do something.
Observing the city connected to the experimentation zone. Her light strawberry blonde hair with black strands hair swaying in the wind. She wore a black leather long coat that went down a little past her knees. It had a velvet crimson redlining to it. She also wore what looked like an antiquated battle suit that dated back to the war that stole her father from her.
Girl: Father, I know this isn't the life you wanted for me. I know you didn't want me to follow down the path you were forced to go down but I am ready to do so.
She looked up to the terraformed polluted sky just barely being able to see the stars she had grown accustomed to seeing. Thinking her father was somewhere looking down upon her, maybe still being alive after all this time.
Girl: Even though you were more focused on big brother, I hope you are not too upset that I chose to go down this path. I hope you are proud to call me your daughter with everything I have done.
The girl reached into the breast pocket of her coat and pulled out a picture of her family when she was only four. It was the last family picture in which the family was whole. She sobbed softly at the sight of her family; mother, aunts, uncles, grandparents, immediate cousins, even her father's bio-enhanced pet wolves that had all been ruthlessly exterminated except for one wolf and the father she lost to an alien planet.
Girl: Ever since I first saw you all those years ago when you rescued me from that ship; beaten, hurting, I knew all I wanted to do was make you proud to be my father.
Tears started to well and run down her cheeks as she kissed the images of her parents and siblings before putting the photo back in the pocket it was in. The girl moved her shoulders causing the collar of the coat to slide down to her shoulders. She put her arms behind her as if she were doing a so-called "ninja anime" run which caused her coat to slowly slide down her arms. It landed with a thump sound which causes the wolf to look at her inquisitively.
The wolf looked behind her to see a force of armed soldiers wearing the same antiquated battle suits before looking back at her and then looking forward to laying its head down. The girl knelt down undoing her boots that went up to her mid-calves and kicks them off. As she starts to strip the armor of the suit off, there were murmurs of wondering what she was doing. She casually undid form-fitting spandex like leather causing it to fall to the ground causing the wolf to jump up looking at the naked girl, wagging its tail.
Her breathing started getting ragged and then with a gut-wrenching blood-curdling scream. She started to shake as she huffed and grunted and growled as her naked body started to be covered in armor ripping through her flesh. Some of them who fought with her father those final days noticed the family resemblance in this girl's armor to that of her father's armor, they smiled knowing that his bloodline was still alive. Others were a gasped that this girl was what she was
When her transformation was complete, she looked almost exactly like her father minus the red organisms and the helmet armor. She looked down at the wolf who looked up at her waging its tail before it lowered its head in what seemed like it was in pain. It released an almost demonic roar as it grew larger then it was. Its muscles increased exponentially along with its canine teeth. The wolf's shoulders went from being level with her hip to now being level with her chest. She smiled at her wolf while others, even those who fought alongside her father were absolutely terrified of the transformation.
Girl: I am ready to follow in your footsteps father. Please watch me with pride.
She turned to face the wolf, she grabbed the sides of its head placing hers against it. It whined softly and she smiled and seemingly said something without talking that made the monstrous looking wolf excited.
The wind was starting to subside except for a soft breeze which felt familiar to her. As if it was a beaconing from a memory. No, not a memory, it was more like a vision.
She closed her eyes in which she was on the plains of what she assumed to be Nebraska or the Dakotas. She held her hands out and walked through the tall grasses of the plains until she came upon a clearing which showed a wolf playing with 2 children in the distance with a man wearing ancient native clothes and a woman wearing ancient Celtic clothes watching them.
She saw the man look up at her, it was him causing her to tear up. She ran towards them wanting to hug her father, who she hadn't seen since she was 3 and the rest of her family who she had seen since she was. But she could only come within 150 feet before being forced to stop. It was gut-wrenching for her not to hold her family again she was so close! She struggled to get closer tears just pouring out of her eyes. He smiled at her in a calm warming way, tears of joy welling in his eyes but disappearing, he held a hand out to her she stopped and fell to her knees and sobbed into her hands.
Breeze: I am so proud of the woman you have become.
She looked up from her hands. Seeing him inches away with the same warming smile. She jumped up wrapping her arms around him sobbing into his chest. Sobbing 15 years of pain, frustration, joy into his chest.
The breeze blowing: Dry your eyes my baby girl. Be strong, you were always the strongest of them all.
But then he was gone from her grip. Hurt by the sudden emptiness of her arms she frantically looked around and saw him back 150 feet with. She saw the 2 kids continued to play with the wolf waving briefly at her and saw her parents standing together before everything started to fade black.
The breeze blowing: We all love and miss you...
The girl opened her eyes, red from crying. She felt something on her naked chest in between her chest plates. She reached up and saw it was similar to a piece of jewelry her father gave her mother when they were young teens. It was a heart reading "Be Safe, my favorite child."
Smiling at it she had a piece of armor rip a hole in her flesh similar to the diamond piece on full Guyvers and cover it this new gift of hers. Holding the newly formed piece of armor as it hardened, she extended her arm blades.
Girl: Ready to make you proud daddy...
With that, she let loose a feral war cry and started charging at the experimentation plant with her wolf following in hot pursuit along with the soldiers that were with her.