The following is a work of fiction, dedicated as a new years gift to my good buddy Sketchfan.
Lelouch: You've been doing that a lot recently.
Kyugan: Good friends are worth going that extra mile for.
Kallen: (Off camera) C.C, does this make my ass look big?
C.C: Yes.
Kallen: Bitch.
Kyugan: Now now, no cat-fighting off camera, I need time to set up the mud-pit.
Kallen: Screw you! Not that I would!
Kyugan: Story of my life (Sighs, then holds up an advent deck towards the camera) Let's ride.
Prologue: First Ride.
A woman walked hurriedly towards her car, cursing herself for allowing her superior into convincing her to stay behind so late. It wasn't as if she was going to be paid overtime either, the old miser was more likely to charge her for wasting precious electricity, despite the fact she had finally completed the documentation he had failed to complete despite a week of procrastination.
'Stuck up old geezer…' she muttered, shaking her head in disgust as her heels clacked audibly in the underground parking lot 'Just because he's related to some minor noble, he thinks he can act like the bloody Emperor.'
Not that she'd ever say as much to his face. Like it or not, the man was the one who signed her paycheck, and quite a considerable sum it was too. True, once she saved up enough, she was planning to jump ship anyways, possibly even open up a firm of her own, but for the moment, it was best to keep your head down and smile.
'Who knows…' she mused, nodding her head towards the night watchman, who returned the gesture, his eyes glued to the small portable television he kept inside his office, a take-away bowl of ramen on his lap as he slurped up the noodles and broth, watching a replay of this morning's football match 'Maybe I'll compete directly with him, lord knows he can't file anything to save his life, so I might just end up buying him out-!'
She whipped round, a can of mace held in her hand as she glared at her surroundings, having heard a small noise, like a footstep, right behind her.
Keeping the can of pervert repellent aloft, the woman eyed the deserted parking lot for a few seconds, before sighing, the tension going out of her shoulders as she lowered the can in relief.
A pair of arms wrapped around her, a scaly hand covering her mouth before she could scream, the woman's eyes widening in terror as she was dragged, kicking and screaming, backwards into a car window, which rippled with a liquid touch, as if someone had tossed a pebble into a pool.
The Security guard, shutting off the television with a groan of disappointment, as his team had been utterly trashed in the first half, looked up at the sound of the scuffle, his brows furrowing as he stepped out of his office, a hand on his gun holster.
"Hello?" he called out, features grim as he stepped out into the deserted space, eyes scanning the darkness for any suspicious movements "Is anyone there?"
The revving of a motorcycle engine cut through the air, followed by a high pitched squeal, several rather, the Watchman looking on in shock as a strange, bipedal creature flew out of a car window, rolling across the asphalt in a battered heap, only to gape as a motorcycle followed it, coming to a halt in a patch of light.
The rider of the machine was dressed in a dark, black and purple bodysuit, which in turn was covered in plates of black armor. Beneath his mantle, which the guard noted seemed to move with a life of it's own, lines of purple energy flowed over the metal of his armor, as if feeding power to it somehow.
Under one arm the rider of the bike held the dazed, terrified looking woman that had been pulled into the window. He promptly dropped her, the woman scuttling away from the bike in terror to crouch next to her vehicle, her legs to weak to support her.
"Stay back…" the rider ordered, speaking not only to the woman, but the stunned security guard, who was gaping at the rider in disbelief "I'll handle this."
The creature, which resembled a man in that it was bipedal and roughly human-shaped, pulled itself to it's feet, letting out a dangerous growl, the woman whimpering in fear as several others joined it, stepping out of the shadows, standing crouched over, the weird, cross like objects on their backs clanking audibly.
The rider, as if unimpressed by the reinforcements, simply revved the engine of his machine, daring the monstrosities to come to him. Come they did, leaping towards rider and machine like wild animals, some of them going for the objects on their backs, most of them simply bum-rushing the rider from all angles.
The rider simply released the brake on his machine, performing a reverse-wheelie the rear wheel of the machine rising up as he spun like a top, knocking the assailants out of the air with a combination of the rear tire's rotation and several well placed kicks, those monsters which were struck by the assault flying backwards though the air, crashing into the floor and walls, only to dissolve into dust.
Dropping to the floor once agai, the rider dropped the kick stand and flipped off his ride, moving towards the remaining monsters with a determined air, one gloved hand reaching towards his belt, extracting what looked like a card, which he promptly slashed through a reader on his right arm.
"SWORD VENT!"
Abruptly, a sword materialized out of thin air, the rider's hand closing around the gilded hilt, as the crimson blade seemed to glow in the dim light of the parking lot. The surviving monsters, probably driven to desperation by the death of their kin, charged as one, only to be hacked down as the rider deployed both fencing and martial arts to reduce them to little more than dust on the air.
When the last monster fell, it's fading shriek a dying echo on the wind, the Rider stilled, his sword vanishing in a flash of light, before turning to face his captive audience, the sole, opaque lens of his hawk-like mask boring into them, like some demonic cyclops. Beneath the lens lay a glyph in the shape of a bird in flight, the symbol stretching up the sides of the helmet, in a thin, mockery of a smile.
"You saw nothing here…" the rider ordered, his modulated voice deep and commanding, as he looked between the woman and the guard "You slipped and hit your head…and you were having a bad dream."
"Right…dream…" the guard murmured, honestly too stunned by what he'd just seen to do anything but nod in disbelief. The woman, who by now had recovered enough energy to stand, simply nodded mutely, standing closer to the guard, and by proxy his revolver, as she did so.
The rider nodded, before turning back to his machine, mounting the black cycle and raising the kick stand, before tearing off, riding out of the car park, his mantle flowing behind him like wings as he rode off into the night, leaving a trail of purple light in his wake.
And that'll do so far as the prologue goes.
I started working on this idea several months back, after brainstorming with my good buddy, Sketchfan, as i have with most of my more recent works. While I'm certain that there are others that have combined the Kamen Rider Franchise with this series, this is not an attempt to jump on the bandwagon.
And for those who were wondering, yes, that IS the Zero armor from the Nightmare of Nunnally manga. Something about that version of Zero practically screamed Kamen rider, and so I've encorporated him as an actual rider for the series.
His Advent Deck has the Geass Symbol on the cover, and his card reader is built into his right arm (The cards vanish upon being read, possibly shuffled back into the deck).
here's hoping this goes over well, ne?