AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've changed some of the series included as I could not figure out a way to make them work. The series replaced are: The IGPX miniseries, Zeta and ZZ Gundam. I will not be stating which series will be replacing them. Some of them are…unorthodox. Some may, or may not, be appearing in the first act now. Please bear with me.

"20 years ago, Project Hyperion started a war. It was a project that was intended to combat the gigantic life forms known as 'Angels.' It was made to be a weapon that could be humanity's sword to cut down a god. However; the Angels kept destroying city after city until over seventy five of the Earth's total population was wiped out. The Angels, mysterious life forms hell bent on the destruction of humanity."

"15 years ago; The Hyperion Project was shut down. All data, evidence and materials were to be scrapped, destroyed or otherwise made unattainable. The sole product made from the research was to be destroyed. It went missing from the office shortly after the Project was scrapped."

"That very same year; December. Second Impact occurred. Nothing much is known about the first category nine disaster in human history except for the fact that it only effected the planet's surface and caused massive damage on a scale never again replicated. The planet was devastated, utterly vulnerable to whatever demonic things were about to occur."

"5 years ago; The Londo Bell Special Operations Divison is established."

"10 hours ago; the recon satellite orbiting Mars, Prometheus 01, is lost."

Episode 02:

Underneath the Cover of Night

Amuro Ray manoeuvred the Jegan mobile suit to position slightly over the ruins of the former location of the UN satellite, Prometheus 01.

"This is Amuro. I'm at the position the satellite should be at. I'm not getting anything on my radar or visual sensors. It's as if it vanished all together."

"Are you absolutely sure? You don't seem too convinced about it. Anyway; I guess you might as well come back to base. I need to run some diagnosis tics on the psycho-frame." Chan Agni spoke with a calm demeanour as she normally did. Her virtual face clashed with pale black emptiness that stretched beyond the Mobile Suit's view screen.

Amuro ray bit his lip. Despite being an ace in the Federation's Special Operations Unit, Londo Bell, he had his own fair share of problems. "It wasn't Char. It's just a feeling I have. Have Command relay a message for me to the CBF; Tell them that we might have a situation on our hands. We might need their help again."

Chan shook her head. "Really? Again? You know how those guys down at the brass feel about asking them for help. Despite being military, they operate outside the law. It's like asking bank robbers to help you guard the very bank they once stole from."

"Sometimes you have to take risks, Chan." Amuro, of course, was referring to prior experiences working with the CBF, or Cyber Beast Force, as they called themselves. They were a bold and rash bunch of individuals with machines that rivalled those of even the best mobile suits. At the same time, they were also a bunch of 'troublemakers,' according to the head offices.

"I guess you have a point." There was a click and Chan's face disappeared from Amuro's view, leaving him all alone in the vastness of space. The familiar view etched for miles upon miles. Occasionally, one would spot the site of a battle that took place or even an asteroid. For Amuro, the sense of black space etched before him was much like a home to the pilot.

Kurou Daijuuji had just gotten off of a typical 'catch a cat' case when he had bumped into the strange man on the street.

"Must be a foreigner." Kurou thought as he noted the man's causal blue sweater, jeans and his name tag on the left cheek of the shirt. "Ryoji Kaji? Yep. Totally a foreigner." Kurou chimed as he walked down the street he always took him.

Gunfire echoed in the distance, followed by the loud crashing noise of buildings being crushed underneath the weight of something large. The sound of gunfire wasn't too uncommon for the likes of Arkham City. "After all, the city is run by a crime organization." Kurou said out loud, only to look around to see if anyone heard him.

As Kurou wandered along the darkened streets, he found himself flashing back to the case that had been proposed on the day his former apprentice, Aika, had left. "The Hadou Group, huh. I guess I could look for the goods they wanted. What was it now? Grimalkin? Nah. Too cat-like. Grim Reaper's Scythe? Nah. Too typical." Kurou stopped mid-step and moved his eyes on reflex to the right side of the road. "Grimoire."

He noted the slightly rough building on the side of the road. "Better take a look-see, shall we."

The inside of the ruined building was a lot darker and slight shadier than the exterior had led Kurou to believe. The sight of a spider crawling down the nearby bookshelf jolted Kurou out of his trance-like state.

His eye's slowly moved up from where the spider had been lurking. It was greeted by a pair of bright red eyes. He felt his eyes drown to the more obvious part of this extending figure.

The woman was dressed in almost completely black. The only part of her not covered in any sort of dark color, or black for that matter, was her red eyes. Kurou felt as if there was something lurking with those eyes but refused to say anything.

"I'd like to inquire about obtaining a…Grimoire." Kurou asked, as he bowed his body before the woman. Facing towards the ground, Kurou had to fight the urge to comment about the woman's awkward dress code.

The woman cracked a smile. "You can't buy Grimoires, silly man. They come to you. They aren't something you can just pick up off the street."

Aika found himself on a beach. The odd sensation that had been with him a few days ago had vanished. Rather than completely vanish, it had found itself in the new form of Aika's 'partner.' He moved his eyes towards it.

Rather than flesh and bone, it was silvery metal and gears. It was heavy, judging from the wedge in the sand alone. Considering what he had witnessed on the flight to Kennedy, Aika couldn't help but laugh at his situation. He thought back to the incident. His mind however did not seem to remember anything past the metal doors of the plane being torn open.

He felt himself sighed at the thought. "Forced amnesia? I really have no clue at this point." A sudden jolt of electrical current forced Aika back to reality. "Damn it."

His 'partner' was up. It was a bipedal creature but in reality, it was a quadruped. Two sets of legs underneath the body folded into one another, giving the illusion of a bipedal creature. Two large barrels settled along each side, connected by a series of long and elaborate track systems. In addition to those four large cannons, it had claws that pierced incredibly deep sand and could easily make an underground tunnel system if the owner wanted to.

"Hey…."

"Kazu, are you sure you're okay? You said that yesterday. Besides," the creature pointed one of it's claws towards Aika's right arm, "It hasn't fully recovered yet, has it? Come on. We're partners now. You don't have to hide anything."

"Chroma, I…" Chroma was the name Aika had given his partner. It was, at first glance, based on the golden claws it wielded out front but in reality, it was combined from the letters and numbers of his former plane.

"Considering the location and situation we're in, I highly recommend we take action. I can only zoom in so far but from what I understand, there does appear to be a group of buildings farther inland. Who knows? Maybe we could find some help from your wound, assuming they are people there."

Aika smiled. "Perhaps, this might work out for the best of both of us after all."

"Grimoires don't come to you." Kurou muttered underneath as he kicked the bottle down the night street. "Give me a break. It's just a damn book."

He felt that if he had sped up the pace, he might end up home quicker but in reality, all that it had done was bring him to a section of the city from which he was unfamiliar with. To make matters worse, had overheard two police officers say something about the Black Lodge having an incredibly strong influence in the area.

"Maybe if I take the alle-"

"Ah-Hem! May I have your attention, please? I demand your attention, for it is I, the Great DOCTA WEST, who will apprehend the Grimoire. Now, if you will please, hand it over please."

"Don't forget about me, ~Robo!~"

Kurou stood there, shocked. He felt as if his jaw had hit the ground and wouldn't pick up.

"IT'S NOT LIKE MY NIGHT COULD GET ANY WORSE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, rasping his supply of air in the process.

"Wait!"

A sudden gale of wind swept between Kurou and the self-proclaimed "Great" Doctor West, blowing the wanted posters, garbage bags and other assorted alley way goodies out of the place they called home.

"Black Lodge!

An organization that has threatened the fair citizens of this city,

People have been living in fear, day in and day out, for far too long,

But a passionate maiden concealing a fighting spirit within her heart, makes her appearance! Bravely standing up to the threat, her name is….."

"Oh dear god," Kurou muttered as he felt his hands connect with his face, "I had to jinx it."

"Sugiura Midori!"

EPISODE 02

-Underneath the Cover of Night-

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