"What the hell's going on?!" Ryan demanded of the universe at large as he was slowly and uncomfortably raised to a standing position.
But with his arms held up over his head and his feet suspended four inches off the ground, Ryan couldn't really think of himself as standing. The arm with the scanner (the one on the left) aimed its device at Ryan and started to move up and down his body. After about five or six minutes—he wasn't really sure how long it was—the scanner was retracted.
Whoever or whatever had brought him to this place seemed satisfied with that, at least for the moment. Both arms were lowering towards him again, after having been raised up over his head for some reason or other. The only thing Ryan really had the time to notice was that the scanner that had been on the end of the left arm was missing.
That was when the needles—the ones on both arms that Ryan hadn't even noticed before—all came flying straight at him. They stuck in various places all over Ryan's body, and then they all sank in. The needles, Ryan saw, were all trailing thin tubes behind them. Ryan had a sinking feeling then that he knew what was going to happen next.
Sure enough the tubes began filling up with blood—his blood, as it was drawn out of him. Ryan wondered for a minute why his Guyver armor hadn't protected him from the needles, but he was starting to grow too dizzy and tired to care.
As he slowly lost consciousness, the ship that now held him began to activate. The computer system was the only thing that really worked, but it was also the only thing that was needed right now. Alien text began to spill across the main screen, despite the fact that there was no one able to read it. On the left side of the screen, a slowly rotating model of Ryan's DNA formed.
A second screen, placed right next to the first, blinked on. On this new screen was an image of Ryan's Guyver unit on the left, and one of Ryan himself on the right. As his DNA was scanned, to be recorded and processed for further study, another arm descended from the ceiling. This new arm had only one "finger", as opposed to the others, which had had two. A thin, bluish laser shot out of the tip. Striking the Control Medal, the laser began to pulse in a regular rhythm.
The Control Medal began to mimic this rhythmic pulsing after being exposed to it for only a couple minutes. Ryan's blood, now flowing throughout most of the vital systems of the ship, began to glow with an odd blue radiance. Once this task was finished, the laser deactivated, but instead of retracting back into the ceiling like the others had, it stayed hanging down. More data, gathered this time from Ryan's own mind and that of his Guyver unit, began to scroll across the screen. As the ship processed this new information, the consciousness of the Advent that had remained with this spacecraft and had drawn this particular Guyver to it slowly awakened.
The information contained in the mind of the Guyver and its host was very interesting, but not all of it had come from direct experience. These "humans", as they now called themselves, seemed to be most fond of inventing stories about things that had never happened. It was an odd thing to the Advent's sensibilities, as was the emotional attachment that this human had formed to its creators.
The human's male creator, called father, Dad, old guy, old man, or Norman, depending on what the emotional state of his offspring happened to be, was dead. The Advent could tell by the chemical changes in the human's brain when it triggered those memories that the young human was still distressed by this particular event. It had been caused when his Guyver unit – having just regenerated its host along with itself – had gone into hyper-defensive mode in order to protect its still-unconscious host. Maybe that was the key to gaining at least some measure of control over this particular Guyver. Calling up those memories again, the Advent noted the chemical changes in the human's brain with greater attentiveness.
Judging by the reactions of the young male human, these were memories that he would prefer to forget. It would be simple enough for the Advent to erase them, but that would take time that could be better spent subduing its earlier creations and obliterating the other Guyvers. It would be much more expedient to simply cut the host's consciousness off from the Guyver unit.
That decided, the Advent set about separating the human's consciousness from that of the Guyver unit. It was not an easy thing to do, since by their very natures the Guyver units were closely bonded with and very protective of their hosts. In the end, the Advent decided that it would be simpler to keep the human unconscious and rely on the Guyver's hyper-defensive mode. Of course, this Guyver in its current state would be no match for the other Guyvers, to say nothing of the Advent's earlier creations. So this Guyver would have to be remade if it was going to fulfill its function as a weapon of the Advents. It was time to begin.
A few of the human's own memories were of enough interest that they merited being incorporated into this new form. The rest would have to come from the data that had been gathered about the other Guyvers and the Advent's earlier creations. This Guyver's form would also need to change, since it would not do to have this one confused with one of the creatures it was to be destroying.
The Advent set to work altering the Guyver's internal systems, causing it to twitch and writhe as its body was subjected to a sensation that would probably equate to pain in any other creature. But only the host of a Guyver unit was capable of feeling pain, and the movements made by the Guyver were solely the result of the pulses of energy being fed into the Guyver's pseudo-nerves.
The Control Medal began to pulse again as the Guyver reacted to the changes being made to its structure. A sound not altogether unlike human bones being broken came from the direction of the Guyver, but by now the light was too bright to distinguish anything that might have been causing such sounds. As the Advent made the changes to the Guyver's structure, weapons, and abilities, it also injected a powerful sedative into the host.
Along with the drug, the Advent also inserted directives into the Guyver's mind that would force it to return to the ship if its host started to show signs of reviving. Now that the augmentations of the Guyver's form and armor were complete, the Advent disengaged the systems that it had been using, and the light faded out slowly, revealing Guyver V's new form.
It was tall—taller than any other normal Guyver, and almost as tall as the Gigantic that had been created by Sho in the base at Mt. Minakami. The long fin that extended from the helmet stood more erect now, as opposed to lying relatively flat along the Guyver's head. There were also a number of opaque, bluish-white crystals set into the armor just above all of the joints.
The facial vents were also a bit different than those of a standard Guyver: there were now two vents on each side of the Sonic Buster, and they were triangular, as opposed to rounded rectangles or paired almost-squares. The head of this new, enhanced Guyver was a lot similar to that of a normal Guyver, as opposed to the radically distorted appearance of the Gigantic. The arms, legs, and torso of the new Guyver were also much longer, as well as thinner and weaker-looking than those of a standard Guyver. The head and neck were about the same length and size as they had originally been, but the shoulder armor and the hands were different from any of the other Guyvers'. This new Guyver's hands were now equipped with sharp, vicious-looking claws on each finger.
The shoulder armor wasn't the rounded, bulbous configuration that it was on a normal Guyver, either. The armor that covered this Guyver's shoulders was triangular, nearly flat close to the neck but curving gently upward until they stood a full inch above the Guyver's shoulders. The new plating also stuck out two inches beyond the shoulders as well.
There was also a new sheen to the Control Medal. At last, the Control Medal shone as the Guyver's hyper-defensive mode was activated after receiving no input from the Guyver's host for the predetermined time. The wall of the Advent spacecraft opened, bathing the new Guyver in natural light for the first time in more than six hours. The Guyver slowly walked out of the spacecraft and back into the cave.
Since there was nothing there to trigger either the hyper-defensive mode's battle instinct or the subroutines that had been implanted into the Control Medal, the newly recreated Guyver walked out into the weak sunlight that spilled in through the entrance of the cave. The cave was the same as it had been when Ryan had first set foot inside to find out just what was calling out to his Guyver. And now, with the hole leading into the Advent ship closed and sealed, there was really nothing beyond the altered Guyver to suggest that there was anything out of the ordinary here.