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.

7. Chapter 7:Remnants to upgrades

Chapter 7

Remnants to upgrades

"Hey, Arlene! How's the scavenger hunt going?" "==}-I-i'm working on it! Where did I place those blueprints?-{==" Arlene frantically dug through a file cabinet labeled, "blueprints," occasionally tossing the odd blueprint into a recycling bin, muttering a word like, "==}-useless,-{==" and, "==}-outdated.-{==" Poppie and Max were busy hauling the remnants of the dismembered drones down to Arlene's lab. As the hauled the first of the two robots that Cerrul had impaled the previous night, Arlene groaned, "UUUUUGH!" And there was a massive flash of green and pink light. "Omigosh! Arlene!" Max dropped her half of the drone and ran down the stairs, causing the drone to flop onto Poppie's foot. "REEEEEEEEEEE!" Poppie screamed and dropped her half of the drone, causing it to slide down the stairs. As Max reached the bottom of the stairs, she found Arlene kneeling amidst a wasteland of discarded blueprints, her arms outspread as though she was hailing a king, or praying to some divine power. The burning remnants of several blueprints rained down from the sky, like a snow of ill planned and useless ideas. Arlene sniffled as yellow tears began to run down the side of her gray cheeks. "Are you okay, Arlene?" Arlene turned to look at Max, and said, "==}-I… I'm fine, just a little frustrated is all.-{==" "Mind if I ask what with?" "==}-A lot of things; Cerrul showing back up, the fact that he and his friend are both Kamen riders, the fact that my little sister hit you over the head with a croquet mallet…-{==" "Yeah, I get it Arlene." "==}-…the fact that I have another mouth to feed on top of my sister, our Lusus and I, the fact that my summer vacation will be coming to an end shortly and I'll have less time to spend on my job, the general fact that I'm a criminal just because I didn't become a battery for an Alternean warship like the rest of my caste…-{==" "Arlene, I get it!" "==}-…the fact that you said your wallet is palatable with a straight face, the fact that you don't even have a wall-!-{==" Max and Poppie shouted in unison: "WE GET IT, ARLENE!" "==}-Oh… was I monologuing again?-{==" "YES!" "==}-Damnit, again! And just a final worry of mine: the fact that I made too many blueprints, and can't find the original Sol driver. Speaking of which; how's the process of taking down the drones?-{==" "Oh, it's GOinG GreAt, just hAd mY FuckinG FOOt crushed under One, but Otherwise, i'm Fine." "==}-Okay, I'm feeling better now, back to work!-{=="

Max rummaged around through the pile of blueprints, pulling out anything that looked vaguely useful. "Oh, this one looks interesting; an upgraded bike. Oh, here it is! Hey, Arlene!" "==}-That's my name, don't wear it out!-{==" "Were these the blueprints you were looking for?" Arlene walked over and picked grabbed the large sheet of blueprints. "==}-I can't believe I missed them! Ugh!-{==" Arlene grabbed Max's had and profusely shook them. "==}-Thank you, Max!-{==" "Uh, happy to help." Arlene ran over to the blue workbench with the charred remains of the Sol Driver, and began to rapidly disassemble the belt into its base components, spreading the pieces out over the blueprints. "So, what now?" "==}-The first thing any good inventor does when something breaks: Analyze the previous version, and see what broke.-{==" "And?" "==}-And what?-{==" "And what what broke exactly?" "==}-Well, for starters, I'd say that the device itself wasn't exactly built by experienced hands…-{==" "I thought you built it!" "==}-true, but at the time I was still relatively inexperienced. It's basically an imperfect prototype that I threw together over the course of a few weeks.-{==" "I see." "==}-Now, please go help Poppie take the rest of the drones apart!-{==" "Yes Ma'am!"

"tOOk YOu lOnG enOuGh, mAx!" "Sorry, Poppie, just had to talk with Arlene." "YeAh, YeAh, nOw help me liFt this Oversized tOAster OntO the tAble!" Poppie grabbed the drone by it's legs, and Max grabbed the shoulders, before they hoisted the drone onto the work bench. After that, things came together pretty quickly, or rather, came apart pretty quickly. The drone literally fell to bits after Poppie undid the first screw, and all the limbs fell off the body and onto the table. "hOly crAp! evil empires must reAllY build their rObOts On the mOtherFuckinG cheAp if YOu cAn literAllY mAke All OF their bits FAll OFF bY tAkinG Out A sinGle screw!" Max gave Poppie a light bop on the head and said, "language!" Poppie rubbed the top of her head and said, "shut up! i'mmA sAY whAtever the hell i wAnt withOut peOple tellinG me tO be, "sensitive tO thOse with mOre reliGiOus mindsets," whAtever the Fuck thAt meAns!" Max glanced at Arlene with a shocked expression. Arlene just kept her back turned to the two of them as she worked on the Sol Driver and said, "==}-Not my fault, not my problem!-{==" "You're her older sister! Tell her to shut up!" "lOOk, sweetheArt! reGArdless of whAt ArlY has tOld YOu, we're nOt ActuAllY sisters." Max was taken aback slightly, "you're not?" "OF cOurse nOt, dumbAss!" "W-what do you… that is to… j-just, huuuuah…?" Arlene picked up a welding torch and mask, and said, "==}-we've never even met our own parents.-{==" "Okay, explain this to me!" Arlene turned around and said, "==}-our species don't actually raise their young; instead, when two trolls decide to, you know…-{==" Arlene lowered her voice while making air quotes, "==}-"roast the broomstick," the leftover genetic material is collected in a bucket that imperial drones carry to the mother grub who gives birth to grubs, which are basically caterpillars with troll heads on them. The grubs then cocoon themselves, then a child troll hatches from that, and is raised by a lusus, which are basically freakish white animals that act as our parents. After that we're organized into castes based on blood color. Red, orange and yellows like me make up the lower classes...-{==" "while purples, viOlets And FuchsiAs mAke up the hiGher clAsses." "And judging by the fact that Poppie wears purple, and you wear dark yellow, I'm assuming that you're basically on different ends of society." "YeAh, prettY much!" "Then why are you living in the same house and consider each other family?" "==}-That's a long and traumatic story of romance, pain, and an ex-moirail most foul. And while I'd love to give you it in the form of a song, but I ended up culling the audience the last time I sang.-{==" Max looked at Poppie who said, "everYOne was deAd. it wAs chAOs. it's AlsO whY we were bAnished frOm AlterniA severAl sweeps eArlY." "==}-I'm still surprised that I wasn't culled after that seadweller critic bled out from the ears!-{==" "it's 'cAuse i'm YOur GOOd luck chArm, ArlY." "==}-Keep telling yourself that Pops.-{=="

Arlene turned back to the Sol Driver and began welding bits back into place. The placed the final screw into place, and said, "==}-I finished it! Now I just need to reprogram it.-{==" Arlene pulled a usb cord out of the Sol Driver before she pulled open a drawer in the bench, and grabbed a laptop, and opened it. A massive wall of text appeared. Max assumed it was the Sol Driver's base programming. As Arlene worked on the program, Max walked over to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of soda out of it. "So, that's the coding the Sol Driver uses?" "==}-hmm? Oh! Yes, actually! This is the base code for the driver, and its functions.-{==" "oh, cool!" "==}-Unfortunately, it's gonna take a long time before it'll be fully reprogrammed.-{==" "Well, can't you do anything to make it faster? Maybe you could copy and paste code from your other drivers to make it faster?" "==}-Max, I appreciate the forward thinking, but sadly the person who programmed the sol driver was a bit of a fuckhead.-{==" "But I thought YOU programmed the sol driver!" "==}-Exactly. I didn't learn how to program an advanced piece of hardware overnight you know!-{==" There was a short awkward pause. "==}-Okay, I did learn how to program a computer overnight, and THAT is why I said it was programmed by a fuckhead. Lesson I've learned since then is that you should never rely on Scratch to program a belt containing advanced weaponized hardware that would put most military's to shame.-{==" Max yawned and looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "I'm going to turn in early. That okay with you?" "==}-Sure! Go right ahead.-{==" "Goodnight." Max made her way up the stairs and passed out on the bed.

When Max woke up, there was a figure in a hockey mask standing at the foot of her bed, brandishing a large knight. Max looked on in horror as the figure brought her knife down… right onto a watermelon. The two stood there in an awkward silence before the person in the mask said, "wAnt sOme wAtermelOn?" Max looked up at poppie and said, "What the hell is with the serial killer mask?!" "Oh, this is just sO the juice dOesn't gO intO mY eYes! this AlsO hAppens tO be mY wAtermelOn disembOwelinG rOOm" poppie sheathed the knife, and grabbed the cutting board/table thing she was using and walked to the door. "Why the fuck do you have a, "watermelon disemboweling room?!" "thAt… is A reAllY GOOd questiOn thAt i think i never wOuld hAve Asked mYselF!" "Ugh, go back to your recouper-racoon or whatever it is that you sleep in." "GOOd niGht tO YOu tOO."