Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to update, but I had school stuff.
Now that school's out for the summer, I'll be able to update more often.
BTW, I don't own Bio-Booster Armor: Guyver or any of the characters
mentioned in it, but I do own Mondo, the human, and the zoanoids listed in
the datafiles at the end of each chapter.(I know this should be in chapter
1, but give me a break)
Chapter 2:
Weeks passed, and Daelott was trained in how to use his powers. Mondo sat in his office, smiling contentedly to himself. After passing control of some zoanoids to Daelott, the psychic headache that had been plaguing him for months had disappeared, and he was looking much better. He still had the rings under his eyes, but the colour had returned to his skin and he was standing straight again. He read through the latest reports on Daelott with interest.
"Daelott is progressing as expected. Direct telepathic links have been established with over 300 zoanoids of all varieties currently mass- produced. Training missions have gone as expected, with an average success rate of 87%. Request permission to transfer non-standard units to Daelott's control.
Daelott's behaviour remains erratic. He spends up to 4 days at a time in zoaform and has repeatedly requested a custom-tailored uniform designed to fit it. Additionally, he has an abnormal emotional connection with his subordinates. This must be rectified if Daelott is to become a front-line commander."
"Hmmm." Mondo thought to himself. "This requires my personal attention. And I know just how to handle this." He pressed the button on his intercom. "Rocies, bring Daelott to me ASAP."
"Yes Sir."
"Excellent." Mondo leaned back in his chair, smiling the smile of someone who had a master plan which was about to come to fruition. "Daelott will be perfect. I know it."
"Sir? You asked for me?" Daelott poked his head into the office, still in his zoaform.
"Yes, Daelott. Come in."
Daelott nervously took a seat. "What exactly did you want to see me for, sir?"
"Daelott," Mondo sighed, "I've heard a lot of stuff about you and your odd connection with the zoanoids. You've been far too lenient with them. Lenience means weakness. Weakness means failure. And failure is not an option, get it?" Daelott nodded. "Remember how yesterday's practice mission went horribly wrong?"
Daelott had enough time to get out a "Yes, Sir." Before the memories were forcibly brought to the surface. The mission was simple enough, take 3 operatives into a supply depot and get a shipment of mutagen for the next month of zoanoid production. Everything was going fine until some huge guy in a black trenchcoat showed up. At first nobody thought anything of it, and were just going to beat the guy senseless until he sent one of them flying with a single blow. At once, Daelott ordered transformation, and his two remaining agents transformed. One of them turned into what looked like a Ramotith, except it looked more walrus-like than ape-like. The other grew an insect-like carapace, with spikes located down the centre of its back and on the outside of its calves. Its head was almost identical to a Gregole's, except there was only one forward-pointing horn, and 4 eyes.
Daelott remembered the commands he issued his troops. "Voll, load the shipment. Soln, take care of the human." The walrus-man started loading barrels of god-knows-what into a van, whilst the red creature rounded on the trenchcoat-clad human.
"You've got a lot of balls to try and stop us, human. While I salute you for it, I still can't let you leave." Soln tried to grab the human's head, but he dodged with a level of quickness that no human could match. "Whaa- at?" Soln looked confused for about 2 seconds before the human charged, literally lifting him up and slamming him into the concrete wall of the warehouse, where he got stuck.
Meanwhile, Voll had finished loading the van and was starting to advance on the human. Voll roared, attempting to jump the human, but said human rapidly wheeled around, pulling a sledgehammer out of his coat, and nailed Voll in the stomach. Hard. The blow sent the creature flying clear across the warehouse, leaving him sprawled on the floor, blood leaking from the corner of it's mouth. The human, replacing the hammer in his coat, closed in on Voll, ready to finish him off, when Voll lurched back to his feet and began viciously attacking the human. Amazingly, he matched Voll blow for blow, not even phased by the tremendously powerful blows. Frustrated, Voll grabbed the human and reared his head back, ready to stab the human with his tusks. With inhuman reaction time, the human managed to break Voll's grip and grab his tusks less than a centimetre away from his face. The two remained in this position for a few seconds, the effort they were giving nearly visible, until the human stressed, snapping Voll's tusks off. Voll recoiled in agony, roaring his pain to the warehouse until the human dashed in and buried Voll's tusks in his own neck, silencing his roars.
"NO! VOLL!!!" Soln roared, breaking himself free from the wall. The commotion had also brought the previously unconscious Chronos operative back to reality, where he transformed into a second Voll zoanoid. Soln and the second Voll surrounded the human, with Voll hanging back while Soln moved in for the kill. "You shit, I'm going to make you BEG ME to kill you." Soln swung at the human, who blocked the blow, getting smacked to his knees in the process. The human evaded the next blow, and charged at Soln, landing a punch on his stomach that didn't seem to have any effect, other hurting like hell. Soln simply laughed, grabbing the human by the head and lifting him up so they were eye to eye. "Any last words, shithead?" The human got a thoughtful look on his face, then grinned, and kicked Soln in the crotch. Hard. "AAAARRRRRRRGH!" Soln roared, letting the human drop as he fell to his knees, clutching the chink in his armour that the human had decided to introduce to his steel-toed boot. Then out came the hammer, and the human walloped Soln in the face, sending him flying 10 feet before crashing into the floor. Soln had barely hit the floor when the human jumped him, pounding on his face. Soln took about 20 seconds of this punishment before dislodging the human and tossed him away. The human managed to land on his feet and was ready to go after Soln again before getting grabbed by Voll and placed into an arm-lock. "Hehhh, that's it. Hold him tight." Soln staggered back to his feet, missing 4 teeth and 2 eyes. "I'm going to run you through you son of a bitch!" Soln charged like an infuriated bull, ready to skewer the human on his horn. The human waited until Soln was a few meters away before managing to reverse Voll's hold and shove him into Soln. He was skewered like a cocktail wiener on Soln's horn. Soln screeched to a halt and just stood there in abject horror as Voll's carcass dissolved off his horn. Soln simply stood there for a few minutes before what just happened sank in. That bastard human had just killed two of his comrades, no, his friends. There was no doubt in Soln's mind that that shitheaded little bastard was going to PAY! Soln let out a bestial roar and charged the human, who once again drew his hammer. With all the strength and skill of a major league baseball player, the human swung his hammer, sending Soln flying once more, this time crashing to the ground near the van with a huge dent in his chest armour.
Daelott was forced to mentally survey the situation. He'd lost one zoanoid, and two more were in no condition to fight. The human that had done the damage seemed to be busying himself with collecting Soln's knocked-out teeth. Daelott mentally ordered both of them to get in the truck and get the hell out of there, and Soln began dragging himself into the truck. Voll tried to move, but his moaning and struggling got the attention of the human. Once again, the human grinned an unforgettable evil grin, producing what looked like some kind of auto-injector from one of his trenchcoat pockets and advancing on Voll. Daelott shuddered inwardly as he heard the screech of burning rubber as Soln drove the truck out of there, the deafening scream of Voll's final roar, and the feeling of Mondo taking over and forcing Voll to self-destruct. The memory ended there.
"Do you know why I forced you to relive that, Daelott?" Mondo asked.
"Not really, sir. Was it to show me what I did wrong?" Daelott replied sheepishly.
"No. Soln, get in here." A heavily bandaged human limped into Mondo's office. Daelott recognised him immediately as the same Soln that was unceremoniously beaten in that practice mission. "Now. You are not able to terminate a zoanoid, but I can. And there is only one way to treat this bad a failure. Soln let out a frightened whimper, and then exploded, showering the walls, carpet, most of the office furniture, and the two chronos commanders. "Now, do you understand?" Daelott simply nodded, unable to form words. "Good. Now go." Daelott left wordlessly.
"He shouldn't have killed Soln like that. Soln had feelings, friends. Heck, he was MY friend. Besides that, nobody could've predicted that some freakishly strong human would show up. But why would Mondo say that I was created to lead the zoanoids if he doesn't believe I can do it? I mean, I know that we have feelings, but he's just a hearless jerk. Heh, if I was a child in this situation, I'd just run away. But as I am now? Hell no.
Well, maybe.
Zoanoid Data- Chronos Canada Branch
Serial Number- ZN-012ca Name: Voll Present Status: Mass-produced Hyper-muscle type
Information: This zoanoid was developed at Chronos Canada and successfully adjusted at an early stage to be a hyper-muscle model. This model's adjustment was so successful, that it is on par with Ramotith for ease of development.
Abilities: Designed to function in arctic conditions, Voll can fight at temperatures where normal zoanoids would freeze to death, and is capable of surviving cold up to -100 degrees centigrade. However this means that it cannot fight continually in temperatures higher than 40 degrees without suffering heat exhaustion.
Voll's strength is 10 times that of a normal human, and its durability is on par with most standard zoanoids. It is slightly less fast than the accepted norm, and is only capable of reaching a maximum ground speed of 35 km/h.
Height: 230cm Weight: 177kg
Development Code: MST 00140 Serial Number: ZN-015ca Name: Soln Present status: Hyper-muscle type
Information:Soln was designed at Chronos Canada and successfuly adjusted at a late stage of development to be a hyper-muscle model. While harder to produce than most normal zoanoids, Soln has repeatedly proven near- indestructible and an excellent front-line trooper for the Chronos army.
Abilities: Soln's armor is far above the norm for standard zoanoids, and is often compared to titanium plating. While the armor is largely adamantine, pliant "chinks" have been placed at the joints to prevent the loss of maneuverability that normally occurs with high-durability zoanoids.
Soln has the equivalent strength of 15 men, and is capable of a maximum speed of 40 km/h.
Height: 250cm Weight: 280kg
Weeks passed, and Daelott was trained in how to use his powers. Mondo sat in his office, smiling contentedly to himself. After passing control of some zoanoids to Daelott, the psychic headache that had been plaguing him for months had disappeared, and he was looking much better. He still had the rings under his eyes, but the colour had returned to his skin and he was standing straight again. He read through the latest reports on Daelott with interest.
"Daelott is progressing as expected. Direct telepathic links have been established with over 300 zoanoids of all varieties currently mass- produced. Training missions have gone as expected, with an average success rate of 87%. Request permission to transfer non-standard units to Daelott's control.
Daelott's behaviour remains erratic. He spends up to 4 days at a time in zoaform and has repeatedly requested a custom-tailored uniform designed to fit it. Additionally, he has an abnormal emotional connection with his subordinates. This must be rectified if Daelott is to become a front-line commander."
"Hmmm." Mondo thought to himself. "This requires my personal attention. And I know just how to handle this." He pressed the button on his intercom. "Rocies, bring Daelott to me ASAP."
"Yes Sir."
"Excellent." Mondo leaned back in his chair, smiling the smile of someone who had a master plan which was about to come to fruition. "Daelott will be perfect. I know it."
"Sir? You asked for me?" Daelott poked his head into the office, still in his zoaform.
"Yes, Daelott. Come in."
Daelott nervously took a seat. "What exactly did you want to see me for, sir?"
"Daelott," Mondo sighed, "I've heard a lot of stuff about you and your odd connection with the zoanoids. You've been far too lenient with them. Lenience means weakness. Weakness means failure. And failure is not an option, get it?" Daelott nodded. "Remember how yesterday's practice mission went horribly wrong?"
Daelott had enough time to get out a "Yes, Sir." Before the memories were forcibly brought to the surface. The mission was simple enough, take 3 operatives into a supply depot and get a shipment of mutagen for the next month of zoanoid production. Everything was going fine until some huge guy in a black trenchcoat showed up. At first nobody thought anything of it, and were just going to beat the guy senseless until he sent one of them flying with a single blow. At once, Daelott ordered transformation, and his two remaining agents transformed. One of them turned into what looked like a Ramotith, except it looked more walrus-like than ape-like. The other grew an insect-like carapace, with spikes located down the centre of its back and on the outside of its calves. Its head was almost identical to a Gregole's, except there was only one forward-pointing horn, and 4 eyes.
Daelott remembered the commands he issued his troops. "Voll, load the shipment. Soln, take care of the human." The walrus-man started loading barrels of god-knows-what into a van, whilst the red creature rounded on the trenchcoat-clad human.
"You've got a lot of balls to try and stop us, human. While I salute you for it, I still can't let you leave." Soln tried to grab the human's head, but he dodged with a level of quickness that no human could match. "Whaa- at?" Soln looked confused for about 2 seconds before the human charged, literally lifting him up and slamming him into the concrete wall of the warehouse, where he got stuck.
Meanwhile, Voll had finished loading the van and was starting to advance on the human. Voll roared, attempting to jump the human, but said human rapidly wheeled around, pulling a sledgehammer out of his coat, and nailed Voll in the stomach. Hard. The blow sent the creature flying clear across the warehouse, leaving him sprawled on the floor, blood leaking from the corner of it's mouth. The human, replacing the hammer in his coat, closed in on Voll, ready to finish him off, when Voll lurched back to his feet and began viciously attacking the human. Amazingly, he matched Voll blow for blow, not even phased by the tremendously powerful blows. Frustrated, Voll grabbed the human and reared his head back, ready to stab the human with his tusks. With inhuman reaction time, the human managed to break Voll's grip and grab his tusks less than a centimetre away from his face. The two remained in this position for a few seconds, the effort they were giving nearly visible, until the human stressed, snapping Voll's tusks off. Voll recoiled in agony, roaring his pain to the warehouse until the human dashed in and buried Voll's tusks in his own neck, silencing his roars.
"NO! VOLL!!!" Soln roared, breaking himself free from the wall. The commotion had also brought the previously unconscious Chronos operative back to reality, where he transformed into a second Voll zoanoid. Soln and the second Voll surrounded the human, with Voll hanging back while Soln moved in for the kill. "You shit, I'm going to make you BEG ME to kill you." Soln swung at the human, who blocked the blow, getting smacked to his knees in the process. The human evaded the next blow, and charged at Soln, landing a punch on his stomach that didn't seem to have any effect, other hurting like hell. Soln simply laughed, grabbing the human by the head and lifting him up so they were eye to eye. "Any last words, shithead?" The human got a thoughtful look on his face, then grinned, and kicked Soln in the crotch. Hard. "AAAARRRRRRRGH!" Soln roared, letting the human drop as he fell to his knees, clutching the chink in his armour that the human had decided to introduce to his steel-toed boot. Then out came the hammer, and the human walloped Soln in the face, sending him flying 10 feet before crashing into the floor. Soln had barely hit the floor when the human jumped him, pounding on his face. Soln took about 20 seconds of this punishment before dislodging the human and tossed him away. The human managed to land on his feet and was ready to go after Soln again before getting grabbed by Voll and placed into an arm-lock. "Hehhh, that's it. Hold him tight." Soln staggered back to his feet, missing 4 teeth and 2 eyes. "I'm going to run you through you son of a bitch!" Soln charged like an infuriated bull, ready to skewer the human on his horn. The human waited until Soln was a few meters away before managing to reverse Voll's hold and shove him into Soln. He was skewered like a cocktail wiener on Soln's horn. Soln screeched to a halt and just stood there in abject horror as Voll's carcass dissolved off his horn. Soln simply stood there for a few minutes before what just happened sank in. That bastard human had just killed two of his comrades, no, his friends. There was no doubt in Soln's mind that that shitheaded little bastard was going to PAY! Soln let out a bestial roar and charged the human, who once again drew his hammer. With all the strength and skill of a major league baseball player, the human swung his hammer, sending Soln flying once more, this time crashing to the ground near the van with a huge dent in his chest armour.
Daelott was forced to mentally survey the situation. He'd lost one zoanoid, and two more were in no condition to fight. The human that had done the damage seemed to be busying himself with collecting Soln's knocked-out teeth. Daelott mentally ordered both of them to get in the truck and get the hell out of there, and Soln began dragging himself into the truck. Voll tried to move, but his moaning and struggling got the attention of the human. Once again, the human grinned an unforgettable evil grin, producing what looked like some kind of auto-injector from one of his trenchcoat pockets and advancing on Voll. Daelott shuddered inwardly as he heard the screech of burning rubber as Soln drove the truck out of there, the deafening scream of Voll's final roar, and the feeling of Mondo taking over and forcing Voll to self-destruct. The memory ended there.
"Do you know why I forced you to relive that, Daelott?" Mondo asked.
"Not really, sir. Was it to show me what I did wrong?" Daelott replied sheepishly.
"No. Soln, get in here." A heavily bandaged human limped into Mondo's office. Daelott recognised him immediately as the same Soln that was unceremoniously beaten in that practice mission. "Now. You are not able to terminate a zoanoid, but I can. And there is only one way to treat this bad a failure. Soln let out a frightened whimper, and then exploded, showering the walls, carpet, most of the office furniture, and the two chronos commanders. "Now, do you understand?" Daelott simply nodded, unable to form words. "Good. Now go." Daelott left wordlessly.
"He shouldn't have killed Soln like that. Soln had feelings, friends. Heck, he was MY friend. Besides that, nobody could've predicted that some freakishly strong human would show up. But why would Mondo say that I was created to lead the zoanoids if he doesn't believe I can do it? I mean, I know that we have feelings, but he's just a hearless jerk. Heh, if I was a child in this situation, I'd just run away. But as I am now? Hell no.
Well, maybe.
Zoanoid Data- Chronos Canada Branch
Serial Number- ZN-012ca Name: Voll Present Status: Mass-produced Hyper-muscle type
Information: This zoanoid was developed at Chronos Canada and successfully adjusted at an early stage to be a hyper-muscle model. This model's adjustment was so successful, that it is on par with Ramotith for ease of development.
Abilities: Designed to function in arctic conditions, Voll can fight at temperatures where normal zoanoids would freeze to death, and is capable of surviving cold up to -100 degrees centigrade. However this means that it cannot fight continually in temperatures higher than 40 degrees without suffering heat exhaustion.
Voll's strength is 10 times that of a normal human, and its durability is on par with most standard zoanoids. It is slightly less fast than the accepted norm, and is only capable of reaching a maximum ground speed of 35 km/h.
Height: 230cm Weight: 177kg
Development Code: MST 00140 Serial Number: ZN-015ca Name: Soln Present status: Hyper-muscle type
Information:Soln was designed at Chronos Canada and successfuly adjusted at a late stage of development to be a hyper-muscle model. While harder to produce than most normal zoanoids, Soln has repeatedly proven near- indestructible and an excellent front-line trooper for the Chronos army.
Abilities: Soln's armor is far above the norm for standard zoanoids, and is often compared to titanium plating. While the armor is largely adamantine, pliant "chinks" have been placed at the joints to prevent the loss of maneuverability that normally occurs with high-durability zoanoids.
Soln has the equivalent strength of 15 men, and is capable of a maximum speed of 40 km/h.
Height: 250cm Weight: 280kg