Disclaimer: I don't own Kamen rider! If Owned a portion of Fox or CW I'd have Kamen Rider tranmitted here in the US. you win some you loose some!

Stratosphere somewhere near the Spira republic

A black stealth wing jet flew through the night sky. It was undetectable by most forms of radar and scanning devices. Two emblems adorned the wings. The first emblem was stylized S and B. That Emblem represented Smart Brain Corporation. The second emblem was a G that was emblazoned on a sword driven through an anvil overgrown with triplicate blooms. That Emblem represented Grey Forge, an industrial company that made its money producing heavy equipment for manufacturing plants.

"Sir, we'll be arriving at the drop point in tee minus five minutes and counting," the pilot stated sitting at the controls of the stealth jet. He was dressed in standard flight uniform with Smart Brain logo. His copilot was dressed in an identical uniform.

A young man stepped into the cockpit of the jet. "Good, inform me when we reach the two minute mark." The young man stepped out of the cockpit. In the slim cargo hold of jet he began to put on his parachute.

He wore white dress shoes matching his white dress pants. Around his waist he wore a buckle with Grey forge emblem on it. He wore a jacket/shirt that was also white had a dark purple lining that ran parallel to the buttons on it. Over his shoulders he wore a short length cape that went a full 360 degrees around his upper chest. The cape had an extended neck that covered the lower portion of his face. Wrapped on his right wrist was a bracelet in the shape of cross with a ring around it. On his hands he wore a pair of white gloves with several words inscribed in a circle in old Arabic. On his face he wore a pair of square rim glasses covering his silver eyes. His hair was solid silver in color and if he let it would cover his right eye.

He sighed as the color of his hair was abnormal for anyone his age or for person in general. That wasn't the only thing bothering him though far from it in fact. He had many things running through his mind including why he was infiltrating the Spira Republic.

(Flashback)

Tokyo Japan

Derek straightened his suit jacket as he rode the elevator upward toward the top floor of Smart Brain's Tokyo branch. He had been in Japan for one reason and that was he was on vacation. Being called by Smart Brain officials was one thing. Derek had always found it easy to deal with the board of directors of several companies. What wasn't easy was the fact that it wasn't the board of directors that wanted to see him but the CEO of Smart Brain Tokyo himself.

They had only met once before and that was in London when CEO's of both companies and all their branches were discussing terms on several joint ventures. Most of them would be leaked out to the press with the others. The more top secret projects were kept a tight lid on.

That had been the first and last time they had met. Derek watched the doors of elevator open welcoming him into the top floor of the building. Stepping off the lift Derek bowed to the secretary at the desk and held out a card. "I'm here to meet with Amakusa-san." Derek's Japanese was almost fluid, though it still wasn't perfect. The secretary nodded taking the card.

"One moment…" The secretary sat down and pressed a button on a phone which Derek could only assume was the intercom. "Greymore-san is here to see you, sir."

"Send him in please." The secretary looked at Derek who nodded in appreciation.

"Arigato." Derek stated as he slowly opened the doors to Ichijyo's office. Desmond wasn't looking in his direction as though waiting something. Derek realized what the young CEO wanted. He closed the doors to office.

"Herbal Tea, Mr. Greymore?" Desmond offered still facing away from Derek, this put off Derek for a moment. Derek from what he knew of the CEO usually made eye contact. "Desmond, would you please turn around?"

Desmond turned around and faced Derek. Then like a wave Derek realized why Desmond didn't seem right. "You're not the real Desmond though you are a close approximation." Derek's tone wasn't angry. It was simply a matter of fact.

Desmond or rather his approximation nodded. "I was right about you. You do have keen sense of your surroundings." Desmond interlocked his fingers. "As a matter of fact I'm a shadow clone or extension of him. And before you ask, Mr. Greymore, he is fully aware of what I am doing as he has a mental link with me."

"I see." Derek stepped foreword and looked at chair near the desk. "May I?"

"Yes, you may."

Derek took a seat in the chair. Taking a calming breathe he spoke. "I suspect this isn't a social call. May I inquire as to why you…contacted me."

"Of course. You see, recently Smart Brain has lost three top secret devices and we need someone to retrieve them…"

Derek raised an eyebrow. His eyebrows unlike the rest of his hair wasn't actually silver in color in fact they where actually a frosted over black. "Why not send in one of Smart Brain's operatives to retrieve said devices?"

"I would, but considering you already have a contact inside The Spira republic we thought it would be best if you or one of your operatives infiltrated the chain of islands. Though, we would prefer if you would take care of the problem yourself."

Derek looked at Desmond for a moment. "I have three simple questions and I doubts as to whether or not you will answer any of them. First and for most: how could you know of my contact, when the islands themselves chose to cut themselves off from the rest of the world? Second is what makes you think I would have operatives of my own? Third and final I would like to know about these devices…that your company apparently lost…"

Desmond smiled. "Well these might answer some of your questions." A flat screen monitor dropped down to the left of Desmond's desk. Desmond took out a remote and pressed a button suddenly the sight of convoy heading out played before him. To either side of the convoy were Smart Troopers on motorbikes and four black Smart Brain hummers. Suddenly, the tire of first truck exploded sending it crashing into one of its escorts. What followed was unexpected. Several Orphenochs burst onto the scene only to have the satellite feed go to static. "Orphenochs?" was Derek's only question.

It was Desmond's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You know of them?"

"Long story…"

"I see you'll have to tell it to me some time." Desmond reached under his desk and pulled out a metal suitcase. Derek eyed it before he took it and popped the latches and found several files. Derek looked through them. "I see. So this has to do with…"

Desmond simply nodded before Derek finished. "As to how we know of your contact, let's just say we have our own secrets."

Derek closed the case before standing up. "And what will be my mode of transportation?"

"Remember one of Smart Brain and Grey Forge's stealth wing project? You'll be taking one of the completed jets."

"I see…"

(end flashback)

Stratosphere

Derek came back out of his trip into his memories by a voice from cockpit. "Two minutes to drop zone."

"Understood." Derek put on a pair of sports goggles that covered his glasses. He stood up and grabbed hold of a handle. Suddenly, a pain shot through his right hand. He gritted his teeth letting the pain pass.

He looked at the hatch that he would soon jump out of and thought about his contact. He knew two things for sure about his contact. First was the fact that she was a she. That fact was made apparent in her voice. The second thing he knew for sure was the fact that she had confirmed that they had met in person before.

He found this interesting as he mentally ran through the list of people who had similar voices and knew him. It was rather short list because only four people came to mind. Two of which, sadly, he knew where dead. The third was missing and was missed because she had been close to Derek and in fact she was the one who had raised him. The fourth well he didn't want to think about the fourth simply because she was simply creepy.

Taking out an oxygen tank and mask, he prepared for his high altitude drop or halo drop. He watched as the cargo hold doors came open. He then took one last deep breath. "We've arrived at the drop zone!" the pilot yelled. As soon as the pilot yelled this, Derek took a flying leap out of the plane.

The wind screamed past his ears for what seemed like minutes as he dropped. From plane to the ground it had been three hundred thousand feet in the air. For normal skydiving the drop would only be 25 thousand, possibly less.

Once he dropped below four thousand feet he pulled the rip cord.

Luca city, Slums

A young man with long crimson hair dribbled the basketball, keeping his back to his opponent. He was dressed in a red wife beater under shirt, and a pair of black and red striped sports shorts. Taking a lunge forward, he went for the basket. Though he missed the initial shot he quickly retrieved the ball and slammed it in on the rebound.

"I lost…" His slightly taller opponent gaped as the score on the board changed from 24 home and 24 visitors to 26 visitors. He was an abnormally tall person standing easily at seven foot and six inches. What made him that tall was his Metahuman gene which only gave him his abnormal height and nothing else.

His opponent, standing about six foot one, smirked as his long blood red hair easily reaching below the swell of his back. "Height isn't everything." He smirked and tossed the taller man the ball.

"Come on, Falsetto, a rematch!" requested the tall man as he caught the ball.

"Not today, Howard." Falsetto smirked, picking up his bag that was partially unzipped. If anyone noticed they would have seen a rather strange belt with one strap partially hanging out. "I've gotta get to work in about ten minutes." Falsetto or Seto to his friends looked at the display on his cell phone, "Which gives me just enough time to shower and change." With those parting words, Seto went behind a warehouse.

Silently, he thanked whatever gods there were that no one was following him. Seto pressed a few keys on his cell phone and suddenly his clothes changed. Being what he was, Falsetto never really developed a sweat, which was a plus in his book. He now wore black carpenter jeans with matching tennis shoes with red stripes. On his back he wore what looked like a leather jacket with a single red stripe running down each sleeve and on the back of the jacket was a red sigma emblem. Thankfully, he had discovered a way of using the Sigma Gear to give him a human appearance.

Looking around, making sure no one was looking he whistled. Out of the shadows leaped a blue metallic wolf. "Who's a good boy!" Seto leaned down and stroked the robot wolf's chin. The wolf panted happily as its chin was rubbed. Seto smirked. Having Doppler's research in his head had raised his intellect well above the average human. Scrounging around the train he had crashed into only days earlier, he had found the parts and tools necessary to build his canine companion. The rest he sold for scrap for a hefty penny, the only exception being the three belts and their corresponding gears. When he tried using the other two they acted dead.

With that money and his hacking skills he created a new identity. Though he found it odd that he could so easily create a false identity so quickly he didn't let it bother him. "Ready for a ride, boy?" the wolf barked in the affirmative and started to shift its form. Within less than a minute, the wolf had become a crotch rocket motorcycle. Climbing on he sped off once again failing to notice a robotic dragonfly watching his every move.

Location Unknown

"It seems he's integrated himself into our society very well, my lord," the speaker was calm and collected.

"I don't care! When I am I going to smash his head in!" growled a new voice and to accompany that voice was a single glowing red eye.

"Soon my rebellious servant…very soon…" spoke another calm voice obviously the leader. As the leader spoke, a dark purple flame could be seen from the throne. The flame was coming from a pair of eyes.

"Just you remember when I get those gears for you! You're sending me back! You understand!"

"The lord understands, Vile. He understands very well…" spoke the first voice to the one named Vile.

When his name was called he stepped out of the shadows. He looked like Boba Fett from star wars yet he had dark purple armor and had a cannon mounted on his shoulder. "First I'm going to smash that pitiful excuse for a clone then you're SENDING ME HOME! You hear that, ninja boy!"

The first voice didn't respond.

Luca Harbor, Night club

Derek walked into the night club. The sound of a jazz band echoed through the room. It was a light blues number which mirrored the feeling of the club itself: depressing. Taking a seat at the bar, Derek waited for the barkeep to approach him. As he waited, he took stock on the club. Most of the patrons didn't look all that human which wasn't surprising considering the Spira republic was similar to the island nation of Genosha. He looked at the stage and saw that the lead player of stage band was the saxophonist. He also noticed the player had long blood red hair.

"What will it be," spoke a soothing female voice. That voice quickly caught Derek attention. Looking up he saw the club's owner. She had platinum blonder hair that reached to her shoulders. She wore dress slacks that were a dark purple in tone with a matching vest. She also wore a white dress shirt. "The wolf howls into the moon light…" Derek began as if in a trance staring into her dark purple eyes.

"One day hoping to swallow it whole…" she finished for him with a smile on her face. "Hello, Derek." She began to clean a glass letting the other employees of the night club do the work. "How long has it been?"

"Far…far to long…" He responded a slight smirk crossing his normally calm features.

"So what brings you to this lonely chain of islands?" She asked placing the glass down.

"Hey, Maya, I'm taking a break," Derek looked over to find the source of the new voice. Looking at the stage he saw the crimson haired young man and almost growled for around the waist of the young man was the belt that went with the Sigma Gear. "Make it a quick one, Falsetto. I'm not paying you to slack!" Maya yelled back.

Derek sighed calming himself he mentally noted to deal with owner of Sigma Gear latter. Looking back at Maya he spoke again. "I'm looking for something, Maya."

"You've always been looking for something Derek you just don't always know what it is."

"Sometimes I do, Maya, sometimes I do." He took a sip of water from a glass that had been placed in front of him while he had been glaring at Falsetto. He didn't look her in eyes, those eyes that always seemed to hypnotize him. "And this time I do know what I'm looking for. I'm looking for several pieces of equipment that were stolen from a business partner."

"Why would your business partner want to send you to retrieve it why not call the police or something of the like?"

"Two very simply reasons. First the equipment in question is top secret…second…I have a contact here in Spira Republic and I do believe I've figured out who that contact is."

Maya raised an eyebrow but, kept a small smile. "Oh, who may ask would that contact be?"

It was Derek's turn to form a small smile. He raised his glass and pointed at her there eyes making contact again. "I do believe that contact…is you…"

She smiled and as a mother would she brushed the hair out of one his eyes. "You always were smart." Leaning forward, she placed a small kiss on his forehead. No one seemed to take notice of this almost motherly action.

"That's how you raised me, mother." This statement would have shocked most people considering that they didn't look that far apart in age. He was in his mid to late teens while she appeared to be in her early twenties.

"My little cub has grown…" she said, stepping back and smiling at him with motherly affection.

"I'm not a wolf, mother, you know that," he stated, almost in a matter a fact tone.

"Be that as it may Derek, you will always be my little cub." She cooed as she leaned back.

"To be raised by a chimera." Derek rolled his eyes. "An over protective wolf human chimera at that…"

"One that also taught you how to fight and survive…"

Derek nodded in agreement. "Now enough with the banter…Has anything abnormal happened over the course of a few days?"

Maya shrugged. "Define abnormal on a chain of islands mostly populated by Mutants, Metahumans, and Orphenochs."

"Insectoid armors for one."

"Insectoid armors?" Maya looked up at the ceilings watching a fan spin around slowly. "Well, yes, we've had a bug styled guy running around stopping crimes though at times he seems a bit overly violent…"

"Now it's your turn to define something that's the phrase overly violent…"

"Simple really. How does the criminals' coming back to jail missing a limb or two?"

"That's rather…" Derek began only for Maya to finish for him. "Violent?"

"Indeed…" Maya suddenly looked towards the entrance of her night club. Seconds later, Derek turned to face the entrance as his senses were sharpened by years of training.

Outside the night club, a large group gathered. There were two rows of seven. The front row took a crouching stance holding weapons that looked something like machine guns. The second line formed behind the first also training their guns. "Battle Android Troopers! FIRE!"

Thanks be to ZK for allowing my to use his OC Ichijyo from his ZK Draco. Look for it in Teen titans section.