Author: Nadz
Email: vegitto02 at yahoo dot com

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DragonTek (Part II: The Blood Saga)

Chapter 25 – Military Celebration

Galt started sweating profusely upon seeing the Tekkaman on the view screen. It was headed towards Allied Military Headquarters without a doubt. If the Space Knight Command Center could not stop it, would they be able to? After all, this Tekkaman had wreaked havoc the last time it was there.

"Launch the G6 surface to air missiles!" Galt ordered. Soon, twenty rockets were fired from the ground and headed for Blood. She dodged the missiles as they approached, causing some to collide and explode. The remainder of the missiles circled around and flew towards her. She turned around and rapidly shot darts out of her armor, piercing the remaining missiles and causing them to detonate.

"Huh?" she muttered when she heard noises coming from behind. Nine jets were making their way towards her, firing their mounted laser rifles. "If you have such a tough time destroying buggers with those, what makes you think that they will even scratch a Tekkaman?"

The jets approached in a V-formation. Blood headed for the point of the V and tore off its right wing, causing it to swerve out of control and crash into the ground. The other planes blazed past her but turned back, maintaining formation. She decided to tackle the plane on the leftmost end of the V. Again, she dodged any blasts they fired. When her target passed by, she turned and followed it with an even speed. With a grunt, she pushed the plane into the jet in front of it, causing them to collide and explode.

'Three down, six to go,' she chuckled. She decided to do something more entertaining for the fourth plane. Deciding her target, she sped towards her next victim, soon landing on the cockpit and peering down at the pilot seated below. He looked up in terror, only to see the Tekkaman drill her lance through the glass casing and deep into his face. Alena then pulled her lance out and leapt off the plane.

The five remaining planes created a new V formation and again headed for her. This time, they released Sidewinder-4 missiles in succession, all of which exploded on her armor. The pilots cheered as they saw her engulfed with smoke; she surely must have perished with that assault. Yet, the center pilot of the V looked in horror as Blood emerged from the smoke and flew directly towards the nose of his craft. Blood used her jagged lance to tear the plane straight down the middle, cutting it and its pilot into halves.

"Four more whose blood will pour," Alena joked, soon getting tired of this. 'I really wonder why they keep coming when they know I'm destroying them so easily… unless… they're buying time!'

Alena roared in anger at having been so short sighted.

"The military must have been taking this precious time in order to evacuate," she grumbled to herself. "How could I have been stupid enough not to realize that?"

Frowning, Alena underwent her Phoenix transformation, allowing her for quick maneuverability. With a growl, she quickly burst through the bodies of the four remaining planes, fatally wounding all of the pilots. Seconds later, she finally noticed what was approaching in the distance – a serious attack indeed…

"Ultron bomb has been launched," the lieutenant reported to Galt, who rubbed his hands together.

'Good, she had bought the distraction and foolishly played around with them. She has no idea about the weapon of destruction that is heading right for her,' chuckled Galt. This would be his day of victory; this would be the day the President would personally compliment him for saving the military. This would be the day he would gain international recognition for the destruction of a true, malicious Tekkaman.

"One minute until impact, sir. Also, we've evacuated twenty percent," said the loyal lieutenant.

"Blade?" Noal watched his the monitor. He had been reclining in the pilot's seat, but he suddenly stood upright when he saw the Tekkaman carry the bodies of Aki and Miyuki. Noal quickly put on a suit and ran outside of the Blue Earth. Blade approached him and gently laid the two girls down on the ground.

"Noal," the Tekkaman whispered, "I'm back."

"You're back?" a cautious Noal asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"They don't control me anymore. I've become human again, and Aki helped me do that."

"How can I trust you?" Noal demanded. "What if you're tricking me right now?"

"If I really wanted to kill you, I would have done it already. The same goes for these two."

"I suppose," thought Noal, nodding. "I understand. Where are the rest?"

"Gone," whispered Blade, lowering his eyes.

"What do you mean 'gone'?" returned Noal, his voice edgy. "Where did they go?"

"They've been taken prisoner to the main Radam base."

"The main base? You mean it's not here on the Orbital Ring?"

"No," Blade answered gravely. "It's on the moon."

"Jesus," Noal whispered. 'So even if we were to destroy this outpost, nothing would be achieved.'

"There is no way we can search the entire moon and find it," Noal said exasperatedly.

"I know where it is," whispered Blade, falling onto the ground on his knees from exhaustion.

"Hey, Blade," blurted Noal, stepping towards his friend. "Take it easy."

"I have to go fight them… for what they've done…" Blade's voice cracked before he collapsed to the floor. Pegas soon emerged from the Blue Earth and de-transformed Blade. After all three of their bodies were stabilized in the craft, Noal piloted towards Earth, where they could receive proper medical attention. Bezel's blast had cut a wound into Blade's chest, and the man needed aid. Trying to make contact with the Command Center, Noal shook his head in frustration – no signal was coming through.

'Is the signal being jammed?' he wondered to himself. 'Or did something happen down there?'

"Ten seconds till impact… nine… eight… seven… six…"

Alena's eyes widened as the missile approached, realizing that it had to be extremely potent if it warranted the sacrifice of those pilots. Cursing, she quickly revealed the cells on her chest and released a sharp Voltekker blast, causing the weapon to detonate in an enormous white sphere of explosive energy. Its destructive power was colossal, and the heat inside the explosion of this nuclear bomb was unbearable.

Alena protected herself with a chi-generated shell.

"We did it!" the lieutenant yelled with euphoria. Cheers came from all around the room, and Galt sighed in relief. They had just witnessed the bright explosion fade away, revealing no trace of the monster.

'Nothing could have lived through that. A horrid death, a true vaporization!' he nodded. Now his recognition would become a reality. It was merely a matter of time until the President heard of this victory.

"Space Knight Command Center, come in," Noal requested for the eighth time. "What's going on? There's no signal coming from them; it's almost as if it's not there. Why won't they respond?"

"Because it's not there," whispered a dazed Blade, strapped to his chair. "It's been destroyed."

"You've been up here the whole time," Noal gasped. "How would you know that?"

Before passing out, Blade closed his eyes and explained the orders Bezel had given Blood.

"Congratulations, General," another high-ranking officer shook his hand. Galt nodded in return as he pictured the medal he would soon receive. Then, his thoughts were interrupted by a frenzied lieutenant.

"General! Incoming object. ETA, ten seconds!" the man yelled.

"What?" Galt said in sudden shock. 'No, it couldn't be.'

Within moments, the large Commanding Room shook violently as a bolt of energy tore through the walls and smashed into the ceiling. Blood swooped through the hole that she had just created. Over a hundred personnel had been celebrating, and now their faces expressed pure terror. The devil had come.

"Where is your General?" Blood demanded as she flashed her eye. She peered around the room, observing a high platform on which a bald man stood. The bald man possessed a nasty scar on his scalp.

"Are you the General here?" she asked nicely, approaching Galt.

"No, he is," replied Galt as he pointed towards the high ranking official that had just shaken his hand. The official's eyes widened in horror, and he began to tremble as the Tekkaman moved towards him.

"Are you really?" Blood softly asked the man, extending her finger and gently stroking his cheek.

"Y… Yes," he replied, unable to defy Galt. He was willing to protect Galt, even if it cost his life.

"Liar," she said sweetly. "You know… I don't like liars."

The official began to run, but Alena released several sharp boomerangs from her lance, severing the man's legs at his knees swiftly. He collapsed to the floor and clutched his legs with agony, struggling to halt the bleeding. Alena softly shook her head and turned to face Galt, who backed away several feet.

"He was just a decoy for you, General, so his death is nothing but ordinary. Your demise, however, will be far more creative," Blood replied, vexed that they had used a nuke against her. Galt produced a blaster and fired at her eye. She batted it right back towards him, hitting him in the arm.

"Argh!" Galt groaned as he dropped the gun and backed up against the wall. All personnel in the room were scared stiff, unable to move. Galt gasped in fear as Blood lunged for him and grabbed his ankle. Pulling him effortlessly, she levitated several feet into the air, still holding his leg as he hung upside down.

"What are you doing—Argh!" the General was interrupted as he felt a sharp kick to his gut.

"Just playing with garbage," rasped Blood, enjoying the man's cries of pain from her strike.

"What…" the General gasped, trying to recover from the pain and the blood rushing to his head.

"What do I want from you?" Alena chuckled, putting the words in his mouth. With another growl, she smashed her knee into the man's groin, and Galt roared in agony.

"I don't want you to ever have children, you ugly bastard," retorted Blood.

"Argh!" the General continued to shriek, tears of pain how forming in his eyes.

"Look at how foolish you look in front of your men," she laughed. "How easily I have taken away your dignity, General."

"You've… done enough," the General blurted, his face still contorted in pain. "Just… let me go."

"No," Alena said, shaking her head. "You're going to have to earn your freedom."

"What…"

"Here, take my lance," Alena said, holding it out with her free hand. Galt refused to move.

"Now, come on, take it," the girl urged in a voice a mother would use with her children. The General, cursing his fate, reached out and took hold of the heavy weapon. An idea formed in his mind.

"Now, if you wish to escape," she smirked, "you'll have to cut off your leg – the leg I'm holding."

"What!" he roared in surprise. He had not expected this at all.

"If you don't take this offer, I will have no choice but to kick your head off. Take your pick."

"You beast," he seethed, glaring hard at his captor. "You devil."

"Don't waste my time, especially when I'm offering you a means of survival."

"I don't believe you!"

"You heard me," she warned, flashing a red eye. "If you cut off your own leg, I'll let you live."