Kamen Rider Sol

by firebyte27

In the year 2513 A.D, earth has colonised all of the planets in it's native solar system, and established itself as a powerful member of the intergalactic community. It is now home to many races, including alternian trolls, Velzakians, among many others. However, a mysterious race wishes to conquer earth, and it's up to a new generation of riders to stop them.

4. Chapter 4: Rediscovering a talent

Chapter 4

Rediscovering a talent

It was relatively late in the morning when Max entered Arlene's lab, having already fed, showered and dressed herself. She stopped in front of the door labeled, "Arlene's lab: Please knock first." Max lightly rapped her knuckles against the door three times. The door opened a crack, and Arlene poked her eye through the crack. "==}-Oh, good! I was just about to go upstairs and get you. Please come in.-{==" The wooden door opened up all the way, and Max stepped inside the lab. She hadn't had a good opportunity to look at the lab after their crash landing last night, but now she had a better chance to look around. Most of the walls of the room, which was more of a small wearhouse, were lined with shelves, each stocked mostly with tools, pieces of machinery and hardware, and other odds and ends. The wall directly to her right was the exception; there was a weird organic sack-looking thing that was filled with a green glowing slime in the corner closest to door, and about a foot away from it, there was a workbench which had a dismantled laptop on top of it.

A set of shelves next to the workbench was filled with other home appliances. There were six shelves. The two shelves at the top were labeled, "Needs fixing." The two shelves in the middle were labeled, "scrap for parts and rebuild from scratch." The lowermost shelves were labeled, "finished." "What are these?" "==}-Hmmm? Oh, those! I make money by fixing and reconstructing old household appliances.-{==" "Is it very profitable?" "==}-Surprisingly yes. You'd be surprised how many people are willing to pay through their snort barrels to get a husktop repaired.-{==" "I-i beg your pardon?" "==}-Oh, right. You don't understand alternian slang. What I meant was, "you'd be surprised how many people are willing to pay through the nose to get a laptop repaired."-{==" "Yeah, that makes a lot more sense now." Arlene ran over to her workbench and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. "==}-anyways, enough of this pointless banter, what's your bulbhugger size?-{==" Max tilted her head. "My what size?" "==}-Your bra size.-{==" "That's a rather personal question to ask someone you just met…" Arle As much as I'd love to share all my stuff with you, clothing is… just one of those things gods and mortals alike are not meant to share.-{==" "Okay then…"

After giving Arlene the information required to acquire new clothing for Max, Arlene placed the pad of paper into her pocket, and grabbed her coat from a coat rack next to the shelves with the appliances on them. "==}-I'm going to go shopping. Anything you want from the supermarket?-{==" "Some small microwave pizzas, please." "==}-Got it.-{==" Arlene pulled the pad out of her pocket, and wrote the words, "small flavor disks," on it beneath the clothing measurements. Writing the word, "groceries," directly above that before making a line before drawing a line dividing the two. Arlene left the room, and ran up the stairs. Max examined her surrounding, she heard the faint sound of Arlene yelling, "==}-Hey, Poppie! I'm going to the store, what do you want.-{==" She heard the faint sound of someone shouting, "FAYGO!" and Arlene yelling, "==}-How much more Faygo do you need!? You already have the entire mini fridge full of it!-{==" "nOnsense! One cAn never hAve tOO much FAYGO!" Max yelled, "What the heck is Faygo?" "==}-It's a soft drink. I think it's gross, but my sister Poppie loves the stuff. You want any?-{==" Max heard the other voice yell, "sO it shAll be; FAYGO YesterdAY, FAYGO tOdAY, FAYGO tOmOrrOw, And FAYGO FOrever!" "==}-QUIET, NAUGHTY BEVERAGE GLUTTON! Now do you want me to get you some or not?-{==" Max shrugged. "Sure."

Max heard the faint sound of footsteps, and then the door closing. She then turned around and looked at the rest of the stuff in the room. In the corner of the room opposite the one she was standing near(the one with the organic sack of slime), Max saw several display cases with suits of armor in them, including the one she had worn the previous day during her battle on mars. Next to the cases, she saw another workbench with several sheets of blueprints and an incomplete laser gun on top of the blueprints. She also saw a whiteboard next to it with several equations scribbled across its surface. Her eyes turned back to the laser gun, and she picked it up, and looked over the blueprints. Max picked up some of the tools on the table that had been lying next to the gun, and recognized the basic design. It was from the same place that she remembered the precious minerals and their uses, something with an older sibling as they tried to build a gun for target practice.

When Arlene returned several hours later, she said, "==}-MAX, I'm home with several bags and hangers for your new wardrobe.-{==" The door to the lab swung open, and Max accidentally fired the gun, narrowly missing Arlene's head. "==}-mind warning a guy before you almost shoot him or her in the head?!-{==" "S-sorry, Arlene!" "==}-Where the flying fuck did you get that from?-{==" "I built it." "==}-Excuse me, what?-{==" "I built it." "==}-Dude! You can't even hear a sentence with more than 5 long words before your eyes get more crossed than religious symbol! How are you supposed to…-{==" Arlene's voice trailed off as she looked at the now largely empty blue work bench, and a look of amazement crossed her face. "==}-Mind if I test that?-{==" Max tossed the gun to Arlene and said, "Sure, knock yourself out!" Arlene walked over to the wall and pulled a switch next to her blue tool bench. This switch triggered the wall behind Max to slide away, and several archery targets appeared. Arlene reached onto the table and grabbed a pair of machinists goggles that max had failed to notice earlier, and took aim at the targets. "==}-3… 2… 1…-{==" Arlene fired a volley of bolts at the targets, the recoil from the gun launching her back a few feet. "==}-Incredible! Wait, let me make an adjustment.-{=="

Arlene ran back to the workbench, and grabbed a screwdriver and a wrench. A few minutes later, she re-positioned herself in front of the targets and fired a volley of bolts at the targets, with little to no recoil this time. Max clapped her hands and said, "amazing!" "==}-Yeah, now let's see if the Sol Driver still works.-{==" "Wait, why?" "==}-Your armor disappeared the second we came out of the portal last night. If you're going to be saving the world with that belt, it's best we have it in a working condition. Understand?-{==" "I guess." With that, max pressed the transform button on the Sol Driver, and yelled, "TRANSFORM!" The belt made a crackling noise, and Max looked down just in time to see electricity arc out from the core of the belt before it exploded, launching her into the targets on the wall. Max tried to get back up, and stumbled around the workshop, and right into the sack of green slime. There was a "splat," and she backed away from the sack, she wiped the slime out of her eyes, and swallowed some of the green slime. "What the heck is this stuff?" "==}-Sopor slime. Please don't tell me you swallowed any!-{==" The last thing max remembered before the bright purple mongoose hit her over the head with a croquet mallet was that she had either said, "my wallet tastes delicious," or, "yes, mister Roosevelt, our cruising speed is nine hundred and three meters."