I love the opening to this particular season so much, I hope and encourage anyone I can to watch it if their able. Verses Sentai is honestly everything I loved about the series. Let's hope I nail that feeling with this.

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Now let's get to work.

Chapter 1: First Strike

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since I had arrived on the planet Remnant, as a toy. No, not just a toy, my body was pure metal, I felt my weight and the heat from my tiny but somehow usable thrusters.

I was Good Striker now, and my turmoil did not last long. Even with a stylized face, my eyes could move. Though I never felt a drop of thirst or hunger, I still got tired. Grass felt soft and sound reverbrated as I crested around the upper atmosphere as easily as a person floating in a pool.

It was horrifying to suddenly be without human form, but the brain was nothing if not adaptable, even if this turned out to simply be a fever dream.

I knew it wasn't, but that didn't mean I couldn't say it wasn't.

"This ain't a good train of thought..." I muttered through the shark grin teeth I felt moving millimeters apart.

The new speech tick wasn't that bad, but it lead into a bigger issue. I felt...a pit in where my stomach should be, like it was pulling me towards something I had to be with. I assumed it was the Lupin Collection, but to find it meant stumbling ass first into either a massive crime syndicate or battles that could crush cities with ease. Yeah, not fun thoughts to have.

There was also a little bit of fun though with being Good Striker though. Despite the lack of actual appendages, it was no problem to actually grab things, and coupled with the lack of lungs for air and ludicrous speed, lead to many Grimm which had tried to eat me ending with very sudden views of the curvature of the Earth. Thanks body made of mystical literally different dimensional metals, it was almost worth the existential dread.

That was another thing though. This body was strong...but it was the size of a hand, and still only so much space to cover.

'The VS can change that though' Was the thought that kept circling my mind.

Would they even be here as well? It stood to reason given your own presence here, but who could really say with whatever decided you needed to be a gun attachment.

I closed my eyes and pictured the tools themselves, barrels shifting through grid matrix's and lattices to form the desired transformations, triggers primed and ready to fire either physical bullets or energy rays after concentrating energy through

"How the FUCK do I know that!?" I screamed as I snapped out of my thoughts, suddenly dipping out of the sky fast enough for the entry burn to form around me.

I didn't care, where the hell had that come from! I didn't know how to make transformation guns! I knew what sounds they made, where they came from, how they were used!

"...But Good Striker did know..." I stated hollowly as I approached the ground rapidly, now closing in on a forest. I was still too busy.

Good Striker, Goody, was the first Collection Piece Lupin modified, granting sentience and the ability to be used by Humans, as well as magnify any other part he was combined with. They had spent years together, and Goody loved the collection literally more than anyone else. Why wouldn't he, the piece to attach to the VS Changer as its go to part, know how they functioned? If they ever needed repair and no-one was around?

I was now resting solidly in a crater in the forest, a straight line of trees either completely torn down or sporting gaping holes in my passing. I only grinned as I shot out of the rumble, not a scratch on my not-paint.

"I can make the VS Changers. Things can become different. Collect them all and get a wish, if they so scatter. On a world FILLED with people waiting to change or become their own people."

I started laughing, genuinely and truly. I felt the pull in my 'gut' lessen and suddenly pull to the left, like it was shifting dramatically. I didn't care.

I just needed the parts and some Cops and Robbers.

END

A shorter start to this one, It's a bit tricky before I establish the character base fully. But oh boy, will this be a fun one.