An old man stands out in the rain at the edge of a forest, looking on in disgust at a church. His white hair is long and untamed, falling over his right eye and spiking out on his left side. "This is where I died… and this is where I return." The man announced to himself. "Reclaiming my life. Wo witness… the end… of the world."
At this same time a cargo truck drives through an abandoned road, watched from the shadows by dozens of unseen soldiers. "Alpha-Alpha 3, everything is on schedule. Maintain current speed." A woman's voice says over the radio.
"Maintain status alert! Keep your eyes, and your, ears open! Report any sign of unusual or suspicious activity!" another, male, voice says. "This mission has top secret priority. Even the U.N forces must be kept in the dark. As cannot afford any mistakes. Do you read me? Is the cargo in place?"
"Roger, cargo is secured. We have to make this quick." A third voice says.
"Shut up already…" Musashi mutters from the driver side of the truck. "They want to keep this thing a secret? Then turn off the radio!"
"What I want to know is why they got us driving this crappy truck." Benkei replied, staring down at a old picture of Saotome's tape outline on the ground outside the church. "We're the only surviving Getter team members for crying out loud…" Musashi suddenly smacked the picture out of Benkei's hand, sending multiple pictures flying. "WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!?" Benkei growled, grasping at the pictures as they were pulled towards the cracked window.
"A picture like that… it belongs in the trash." Musashi replied.
"No! it helps me remember the good and ba," Benkei suddenly stopped as he stared up at the site of an Invader on a hilltop, looming menacingly down over the road. A flash of lightening, and Benkei saw it was just a tree.
"Listen, Benkei. I've been meaning to ask you…" Musashi started.
"What?" Benkei asked, pictures now in hand.
"I was just thinking, you should stop by my place sometime soon. Genki would really go nuts to see you." Musashi said, a small smile growing on his face.
"How's he doing?" Benkei eagerly asked, a smile now on his face.
"Eh, a bit slow. But the therapist says there is SOME progress." Musashi replied.
Benkei pulled his seat back to lay down and said, "I feel real bad you know… it's like you got stuck with all the hard stuff."
"Ah, don't feel bad. I like the kid!" Musashi replied. "Anyway, he gives me a reason to keep going.
"I know… but it's such a shame what happened to him." Benkei replied. "He was just too young… too young to witness a murder!"
"Stop it, just put a sock in it!" Musashi growled.
"Now you know as well as I do he couldn't have killed the doctor!" Benkei yelled back. "You know him!"
"Of course, I know, that's why you have to drop it!" Musashi insisted.
"I have to know, someone needs to give me some answers!" Benkei persisted.
"The only thing you'll get from me is I can't remember!" Musashi yelled, making Benkei stop. "I can't remember… anything at all…" as he said this, he adjusted his hat and stared on at their destination. On a tree just behind them, a yellow eye opened. In seconds, the tree transformed into an Invader in the shape of a stick bug, and scuttled away into the forest.
At the church, Shikishima lit a candle. "Our ancestors… they used to say, that thunder could revive the dead. And you think, it's only a story…" He said to Hayato, sitting a few feet behind him finishing a glass of wine.
"What is it your saying then?" Hayato asked.
"The old ones. It seems they were right about the thunder and the dead. And now a storm is coming! This has really come to pass!" Shikishima declared with a grin upon his face.
Hayato crushed the glass in his hand and replied, "If the dead are brought by thunder… blood, would be the rain." As he says this, blood trickles down his hand.
"Only god knows what will happen…" Shikishima said with a sigh. Outside the church, a special metal crate is loaded onboard of Benkei and Musashi's truck. The two are surrounded by a dozen and a half soldiers, scanning the area for threats. Shikishima walked down the stairs, and Hayato hurried after him. "We are all guilty in this… as am I. I should die at the end, but my strength dies with the wind." After he says this, an Invader appears outside of the window, metal teeth and giant eyes staring at the two, the smallest of its eyes larger than both of them. Shikishima screams in terror, and the glass explodes inward as the Invader lets out a screech.
Everyone turned to look at the source of the screams, and thousands of eyes opened up from the forest to stare back. "The Invaders are back!?" Musashi exclaimed, drawing his assault rifle to fire into the darkness.
"I thought we wiped these guys out on the moon!" Benkei added, firing his handgun.
Dozens of metal spines pierced the ground from with the Invaders' bodies, impaling the soldiers, and narrowly missing Benkei and Musashi as they dived for cover. "Musashi! Benkei! You can't fight it! Get out of there!" Shikishima yelled from atop the church as formless Invaders wrapped around it. "Get out of there! Protect the cargo! Do not let them have it, at all cost!" after saying this an Invader grabbed ahold of Shikishima and pulled him inside of it.
"Shikishima!" Musashi said with genuine worry for the old man.
A drill burst through the roof of the church as an old Getter-2 used its jet pack to fly upwards, tearing through the Invader that had grabbed Shikishima. "It's one of the old Getters…" Benkei remarked.
"You heard the doc, go!" Musashi said, running towards the truck.
"Got it!" Benkei said, running after him.
As the Getter-2 tore through the Invaders, it raised its claw up into the air, Shikishima inside of it, still partially wrapped in Invader tissue. "Farewell, I leave it all to you!" he declared, hoping the men could see him.
As Benkei looked back out the window, the church exploded, and they entered a tunnel. "Did you see that? I sweat that was Getter-2!" He said, astonished.
"Yeah, I saw. But who the hell was piloting it?" Musashi asked. As they exited the tunnel, a jaguar like Invader ran above the woods next to them. "Damn, we're being followed!" Musashi cursed.
"All back up units, this is Benkei! Copy. Come in! status is critical! Third unit! Fifth unit!? Do you copy!? Benkei cried into the radio, unaware every single person and machine sent to monitor their route had been wiped out.
"Our cargo must be mighty important…" Musashi said with a sadistic grin.
Benkei reached into the back seat and picked up a rocket launcher, then opened the sun roof and stood up. "Swallow this, Invader!" he yelled, firing the rocket launcher. The Invader easily jumped out of the way of the missile, landing on top of the cargo container. Musashi cried out as the momentum nearly tipped the truck over, but Benkei was unaffected. "OPEN WIDE!" He yelled, firing once more.
This time the Invader's chest opened into a hole, allowing the missile to pass through, before closing. The Invader raised its hands back, and transformed them into spears, and stabbed them through the roof of the container, and transformed them back into hands to tear the container open.
"Benkei? Take the wheel for me." Musashi said. "I'm gonna teach this basterd some manners." And with that his seat followed a track backwards, into darkness.
Benkei took the wheel as the Invader had pulled the container open wide enough, and was reaching inside. It pulled the cargo out, and saw square yellow eyes staring back at it. Yellow arms burst from the sides of the truck, wrapping around the Invader like snakes and crushing it to death. "Let's go, Getter THREE!" Musashi said with a cackle, blood spraying out of the Invader's mouth.
Musashi reached forward and pulled the cargo from the screeching Invader's hands and with a laugh said, "You can't have it!" before going silent. The cargo was partially pulled open, and inside he saw what looked like the disembodied torso of a man… no… Michiru.
"Hurry Musashi!" Benkei yelled from the front of the truck. A flash of lightening revealed the site of something Menacing, and Benkei stomped on the brakes, tipping the truck over onto its side. The truck continued to slide thirty feet down the road, where it was stopped by a massive red fist slamming into Getter-3, causing the truck to fly off the road into the woods.
"What the hell is that!? A new Getter!?" Musashi exclaimed as he fell through the air, barely able to see the outline of a slender and spiky Getter in its first configuration. The Getter then punched Getter-3 again, sending it flying into the hill next to the road.
Benkei pulled himself out of the truck as he watched this new Getter tear the Invader apart with arm blades three times the size of that on Getter-1. Ahead of him he could see a Getter Core, with the shape of a person inside of it. "Is that… Michiru?" He asked, recognizing the frame and hair of whoever was inside as that of his friend.
The Getter picked the core up into the air, and its chest opened up. A figure stepped out to look at the cargo, and with a flash of lightening Benkei could see that the person piloting this new powerful Getter was the late doctor Saotome. Benkei let out a scream, and giant bat wings sprouted from the Getter's back, and it flew into the air. Benkei drifted into a nightmare, not nearly as bad as the one he was currently living in.