As I can tell, this is written to spite Shimegami's fic Techno Magic. They said,
1. "First off, I am totally rewriting the RG Veda series. Basically, names are the only thing that stays the same. So if you want something with the original story line and people, this is NOT it. Heck, I'm even rewriting the character's relationships. It's also a fusion with the anime/manga Saint Tail. It has elements from this show. Especially Kujaku's role. ^_~ The only other thing that stays the same is their appearance."
2. "Extra Note:This takes place in an alternate world where science and technology rule totally after major advances."
Holy unanticipated occurrences, what's wrong with them?! They clearly don't understand the brilliance of Taishura-oh and Yashura!
I hate you, Shimegami, with the candor of a million trillion Super Tengen Toppa Gurren Laganns!
2019 A.D., 736 years before L-Day
16-year-old Leyenar Oh stood in her room, still staring at the red ring in her hand. She always despised DC but loved the Green Lantern Oaths, since they were really aggressive and cool. And now, she never expected she would become a Lantern herself.
"It doesn't matter." she said. "As long as I stay with MARVEL...Plus, this ring is one of a kind! It doesn't look like any of the other Red Power Rings!" She slid the ring onto her middle finger and recited her made-up oath proudly.
With strength and rage of crimson red,
Taken from a corpse wrongfully dead,
We fight "evil" with might and hate,
No one else shall decide my fate!
Space. The ebony shroud that is infinite and consuming, unforgiving and silent in every single way within the bounds of possibility. Even where the faintest glimmer of starlight cannot reach, space thrums with abundant life. Among the thousands and thousands of planets that lay scattered across the stars, we are one of them. In the beginning, humanity believed our rocky world to be at the center of the Universe and that all the planets revolved around us. But the people of ancient times were proven wrong with technology advancing far beyond what they could access in their era and man prospering the cosmos. What we've learned from exploring our cosmic surroundings as well as seeing some of the breathtaking and beautiful phenomena Earth has to offer has since not answered the lifelong question that has been pestering at the minds of humankind since time itself began: is there other life out there?
One thing seems certain though: the only place in this Solar System or the entire Universe harboring life with the mind power and the capability to evolve and adapt complicated enough to build a civilization is here on planet Earth.
But why?
What is it that makes our world so special? After all, everything in our Solar System shares the same origin.
Our little corner of the galaxy was created out of nothing more than a spinning cloud of gas and dust millions of years ago. Solid worlds condensed out of the swirling mists, but each world is radically different. Across the Solar System there are worlds that erupt with volcanoes of sulfur and geysers of ice; there are worlds with rich atmospheres and swirling storms, and there are moons with surfaces sculpted from ice that conceal bodies of liquid water. But amidst all the wonders that this vast system has, there is only one world where the laws of physics have conspired to combine all these characteristics in one place.
Only on Earth are the temperatures and atmospheric pressure just right to allow oceans of liquid water to exist on the surface of the planet. Earth is big enough to have retained its molten core that not only powers geysers and mountains of spewing lava, but also produces our magnetic field that fends off the deadly solar winds and protects our thick, nurturing atmosphere.
It is the combination of all these wonders of the Solar System and the Universe beyond in one place that allowed life to begin and to get a foothold here on Earth. Yet to allow that life to evolve into such complex creatures as ourselves requires one more essential ingredient and that is time, deep time - the vast and sweeping vistas of time over which mountains rise and fall, planets are formed and stars live and die. When all is said and done, it is perhaps this that makes the Earth so rare and so precious in the cosmos, because it has been stable enough for long enough for life to develop into such magnificent complexity.
Life on Earth today is the result of hundreds of millions of years of stability, and the most remarkable, complex and wonderful component in this priceless and possibly uniquely sophisticated and interconnected ecosystem is us, humanity, a species that has developed to the point where we can bend and shape and change the world around us. We have already begun to explore deeper into the outer cosmos that we had ever imagined. We are powerful, and with such great power comes great responsibility, for we are now the ultimate guardians of this world. Through our advanced intelligence, we possess the potential to protect, damage or destroy it as we chose, according to our desires and forever shifting dreams.
And it is a choice—a choice that is best informed by perspective.
We, steered by the passion discover whatever the outer cosmos conceals from humanity's eyes; continue our cosmic journey, regardless of the horrible things that happen across our planet. Civilizations crumble beneath their corrupted rulers, driven to the very brink of insanity. Those who rule over them are in complete control, ripping them of their free will and their power to act with purpose. They manipulate them like puppets, exploiting their mental and physical flaws and eventually, the people they rule over lose the will to continue and so the thought of them fighting a futile battle slowly solidifies in their minds, causing those people to unwillingly succumb to their rulers' twisted ways.
Poverty dominates many places across our planet. Humans, like you and me, are restricted to living in places where no one is safe. They have to dwell in these places as they have no choice. Confronted with many dangers, people of these places must tolerate these unforgiving conditions, and among it, find a way to stay alive. The battle for survival seems unlikely to present any victors soon, but the people of these places do all share one thing in common, the determination to push forward, no matter how challenging life may be. Their determination is one of the few things that allow them to see a tomorrow, but it is one that is no better than the last. Determination is the fire that lights their path, but it is also mine.
This is my Destiny, to ignite the heavens ablaze and combine all the fires of courage that reside within every single one of us and with it, forge a path towards tomorrow… A better tomorrow for all life and I will fulfill it, no matter if my life is overshadowed with disdain, no matter if the path ahead is paved with people that will try to prevent me from achieving my dream. I will continue to fight as long as the magma that resides in my soul continues to burn with a mighty flame!
I know that one day that Destiny will call upon me, and that day, I will not defy Destiny, I will fulfill it, along with my dream to create a better tomorrow. I will follow in the footsteps of an extraordinary man, (*cough* Simon The Digger *cough*) who fought against Destiny for the majority of his life, before he decided to fulfill it instead of trying to defy such a thing. His actions lifted millions from their pools of terror, and instilled or restored an attitude within their hearts: the will to fight.
He, accompanied by his friends, went against an enemy most bizarre, but was at the same time just as terrifying.
They threatened to eradicate the human race in cold blood for they had awakened a power that was incredibly powerful, but incredibly deadly if it was overused. Their goal was to inflict absolute despair upon those who had awakened this power as they believed that despair at its deepest acted as the most powerful deterrent against the power's magnifying nature.
They annihilated all those who possessed this power and drove the few surviving life forms to the furthest corners of the Universe, where even the faintest of starlight cannot touch. But even with the fate of humanity hanging by a hair, the man confronted the enemy with great courage, an unbreakable fighting spirit and a burning heart that contained the fire of willpower.
Though I regard mine as insignificant compared to the man that achieved such feats that would be considered impossible, my burning heart and fighting spirit is what guides me on the two paths I embark on, the winding path of the Spiral and the burning path of eternal hellfire. With these two powers in my control, I will not abuse it to satisfy my own selfish desires. Instead, I will use them to incinerate through the despair enshrouding me and continue the fight for a better tomorrow for all life!
Just who the hell do you think I am?!
I AM ME, THE *ME* THAT I BELIEVE IN! I AM LEYENAR! LEYENAR THE AVENGER!
2024 A.D, 731 years before L-Day
Galaxies, some of the most beautiful things in the universe. Stars abound in galaxies as the sand covers a beach, creating a luminous spectacle for anyone see, or at least anyone who has access to an observatory or satellites, or a really big ship. The spiral shape of a galaxy represents the way galaxies move themselves in the vastness of the space, where there is only black matter. Or does it represent something more? The eternal struggle of life, always striving to survive, evolve and, especially, live. What is the purpose of a life whose only objective is to exist, to consume energy? Where do happiness, beauty, hope, faith and love fit in? There should be something beyond the Beyond, right? Those were the thoughts of a pensive woman who had lost her innocence long ago. However, she dismissed those thoughts when an entire galaxy exploded in front of her ship.
"Our shields are going down," a technician called, tapping furiously at his terminal keyboard, "Sir, defensive plate is detaching!"
The woman didn't seem bothered.
"They're striking us at all lateral blocks!" another one warned in a preoccupied tone. The blast illuminated the area, showing the flag:A red circle with a unique pattern inside it.
"Damage?" she asked, with a neutral voice, calmly walking to the front of the bridge. She had short brownish-black hair and was wearing a bright magma-red top with the same symbol as on the flag, and blue leather pants, with red stripes on the sides. A silver cape was draped over her shoulders. On the back was printed red flames and the very same symbol that flew proudly on their fluttering pendant and etched upon the woman's chest. Her eyes were concealed by a pair of bright crimson, star-shaped sunglasses that shimmered in the light of explosions that raged on without cease around the starship. The sound of her combat boots clacking on the deck cut through the noise of bridge activity.
"Minimal, but our cloaking device is history!"
"Worry not," she replied; she was starting to get excited at the idea of a massive battle. She strode forward and stood next her loyal commander, a man with a white uniform who didn't look quite human, wearing a blue beret and gold glasses. "What's exactly the size of the enemy fleet?"
"Off the charts!" a female technician replied, looking at the blinking radar. "And still growing!"
"So, all the lights in the skies are our enemies now, huh?" she smirked, as she was toying with a red ring. "Pleeeeeeeease, let's give 'em something special. They allowed their foolish beliefs to draw themselves into picking a fight with us. Not that I can blame 'em. Even though they've proven to be worthy adversaries, they ain't aware of who I am! I'll use the fabric of space and time to wring 'em out of existence! By all that we strive to protect and where we stand, I REFUSE TO GIVE UP!" She slid the ring onto her middle finger, then looked at the commander and ordered, "Give the order. We begin our attack now!"
"Yes, sir!" The commander lifted his hand and yelled out an order. "Prepare the Maelstrom cannon! Target the great dimension channel!" Nobody questioned the order, even if some technicians had concerned looks on their faces. The main technician ordered, "Start the Dark Matter Harvester!" One dared to mutter under his breath, "Oh, I don't like where this is going..."
With strength and rage of crimson red,
Taken from a corpse wrongfully dead,
We fight "evil" with might and hate,
No one else shall decide my fate!
She recited her oath, smugly crossing her arms. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!" Winds lifted her cape and her hair rustled in the breeze, and the giant ship started to transform, panels retracting to reveal a colossal complex of mass destruction weapons. A strong humming filled the air, and the giant face in the front started to accumulate energy. It finally fired, and a massive explosion engulfed everything in sight.