Opening File: Project GUNDAM
Headed by Dr. Cardias Vist, CEO of Vist Foundations, Project GUNDAM began with the idea of aiding Huntsmen who had become too injured fighting against the Grimm and other foes, sustaining lift threatening and crippling injuries. He proposed creating a robotic frame designed specifically to combat the Grimm, forged from a strange metal found in a meteorite his company had found and excavated years ago and transfer the mind of anyone willing into it. His ideas were considered too radical by the science community and thus funding for his project was cut off but not before he had completed the prototype frame. With his funding cut, Dr. Vist was forced to place the frame in storage but an opportunity came for him when a boy was brought in with lift threatening injuries.
Originally living in Empire City, Joseph Matthews had a normal childhood until the day he turned eighteen. He had just finished graduating high school and his family went out to celebrate. But that day, the Grimm attacked and Matthews, seeing his friends and family under attack by Grimm, lunged in, and after a fierce fight that wasn't so one-sided (due to him using whatever he could get his hands on as a weapon) took a blow to his chest, on the right side. He collapsed and passed out from blood loss, but thanks to the quick efforts of the Huntsmen and Huntresses that joined the fray, he lived.
At least until they got him to a hospital where he was put on life support. He stayed in a coma for a year before he came to. Matthews was horrified to learn he would be bedridden for the rest of his life, and he didn't want that. He protested and pleaded, saying he wanted to live, not die like this as a cripple. One of the Huntsmen who worked in weapons and robotics actually proposed a risky, but probable operation so he could live.
Matthews inquired as to what it was, and the man explained that the operation was to basically transfer his mind into a new prototype robotic frame designed specifically to combat the Grimm. Matthews was intrigued, and asked about the risks, of which there were many. But after seeing what his actions had done, his family and friends all encouraged him to go through with it. Matthews hesitated, and after some discussion with his friends and family, agreed to go through the process.
He asked if there were any side effects he had to be aware of, and the Huntsman in charge of the project said no, although he would not be able to have a family, if he so desired that. Matthews didn't care, stating that adoption was possible, so the man took that to mean he was willing to go through it, and he smiled.
Matthews was prepped for the operation, and it lasted a full week before he came back to the realm of the living.
He spent over a year getting used to his new frame, and after he was cleared from the hospital, he was told to keep his appearance secret from anyone who was interested in such a project. Matthews took a piece of tarp from the facility and left, covered from head to toe in it. He went to a Hunter academy and after his graduation, he started taking on riskier jobs, mostly those that would require multiple people, leading to his nickname of the Grimm Hunter, Dragon
Close File
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"And so we move on, taking the time to see what else is going on in the world. Stories come with chapters, each one meant to represent something, a person, place or thing. Taking the time to explain their importance, their role and what their influence is on the story overall. It can be a bit frustrating if you're impatient but that's how stories usually go." TOM said, closing the file and stood up from his chair. "They usually leave you wanting more."
Xxx
Skulker had definitely seen better days.
Having just barely survived an encounter with a massive creature that he was unable to slay and had to retreat with his mechanical hunter suit heavily damaged this was really not one of his better days. On top of all that he still had yet to find a portal leading back to the Ghost Zone where everything he needed to repair his suit resided.
"This is getting ridiculous. I should have found a portal long ago." Skulker mumbled to himself, sitting against a rock and making a few minor repairs to his body.
He could not fly anymore thanks to his rocket jets being destroyed but if he could keep his legs still working he could still move without leaving the protection of his suit.
"I've never been in the human world this long before. I must too far away from the Ghost Boy's home for him to notice." Skulker grunted, looking at his scanner again. "I can't pick up any ectoplasmic residue. There should be something like around here no matter how rare a portal forms around here."
He was beginning to become concerned.
No portal meant he could not return to the Ghost Zone.
And if he couldn't return to the Ghost Zone he was cut off from his home.
"No, there has to be a way." Skulker shook his head, gathering himself. "I'll just keep going until I find something."
Xxx
The old tavern's sign creaked in the wind as he approached it, his tattered cloak whipping about his frame. He cast his gaze up at it, and he hummed thoughtfully as he eyed the image of a snake head on a platter, the words "Snake Head's Tavern" written in faded yellow lettering. He shifted a bit as he scanned his surroundings.
He could vaguely sense the presence of the Grimm further off, and he snarled to himself. "Damn Grimm..." he muttered to himself, his deep voice having a slight metallic edge to it."Wish they'd just leave us alone... Not that it's going to happen any time soon."
Thunder rumbled as lightning cracked open the sky, the rain pouring down in torrents and soaking anyone else out in this. He lifted his head up, and as the lightning flashed, his true presence was revealed to any who saw him. Joseph 'Dracon' Matthews stood at an imposing six foot two, clad entirely in a tattered brown cloak, save for his face. Due to being the only one out in this weather though, his cloak was currently thrown open by the wind, revealing him to not be a human, let alone a Faunus or a Mobian.
In fact, he wasn't even organic.
His entire form was completely mechanical, clad in dark blue armor that concealed him in the darkness of the night as the lightning flash faded, throwing the dingy streets and buildings back into darkness, save the lights coming from the upper stories and in some lower levels. Dark grey portions were revealed as certain armor panels were open to the night air, and if one looked closely then one could see a very faint shimmer of green from those exposed grey parts. Two violet optics gazed out at the world, filled with a sentience and intelligence that one would eventually come to recognize as that of a human being. His white faceplate was a stark contrast to the dark blue of his helm, along with his golden V-fin.
The pair of draconic wings on his back twitched a bit as he lowered his gaze from the sign to the entrance to the bar. He shifted a bit, examining his full arsenal and checking to make sure that nothing could set off an explosion or accidentally discharge; he was not welcome in a few taverns or bars because of it. He reached out with a dark blue and dark grey mechanical hand to pull his cloak closer to his frame, concealing himself from view as he made his way into the tavern to get out of the rain.
The interior was warm, he had to admit, but the dingy atmosphere made his systems crawl and he bowed his head to keep his features hidden from sight. No one even really bothered to question him as he sat down at a table in the corner of the room, ignoring the other patrons. He preferred to be a loner, mostly due to the fact that he wasn't supposed to let himself become well-known by sight.
Dracon had to admit, the rumors that circulated about him were quite amusing at times, but some of them were based in real fact, at least from what he had heard. He chuckled a bit before he lowered his gaze a bit and looked down at one of his hands, flexing it ever so slightly as he studied it. This wasn't the first time he had done this, and nor would it be the last. Especially as he still had a job to do.
As one of the few Huntsmen who could tangle with large groups of Grimm, he was often called upon to help halt or stop any attacks before they got too bad. And with his arsenal, it made sense he'd be the one to do more precise strikes at the stronger Grimm.
But he hadn't just tangled with Grimm.
He had also tangled with Fallen as well. But very rarely. The only exception was when he wound up fighting a man who was imbued with the essence of the Grimm. He had proven to be a formidable fighter, but he was too prideful and arrogant, a trait that led to his downfall.
The Gundam eventually withdrew from the fight, having picked up another attack of Grimm, this time coming from his own hometown.
That day was when he discovered the son of a high school friend was a Fallen.
He could clearly recall the shock on the face of Anita Grobel from high school when she saw the Grimm coming for her son. She was weakened from her pregnancy and birthing, but she still attempted to fight only to be gravely wounded. The wounds, coupled with the loss of blood from her birthing, nearly led her to bleed to death if it wasn't for Dracon's quick actions upon arrival. He summoned out his fin funnels as he spread his wings rather menacingly as the Grimm started to circle, the intent on grabbing the boy clear.
While he was confused as to why they wanted him, he wasn't about to let them get the youth. So, the fight he took outside the hospital.
It was bloody and rather brutal, but he managed to drive off the Grimm and save the youth. Only for him to go missing not even a week later when he was out with his mother. Now Dracon wasn't sure as to how the boy was doing, but he vowed to save the kid from the Grimm that had abducted him or who knew how Fallen came into existence.
He was brought back to the present by a loud shout from one of the patrons at the tavern, and he snorted a bit as the two men began to get into a fight. Not that it mattered to him, anyway. He liked being a loner... Well, save for around his friends and family, that is. And that included his wife, Tina Hendricks-Matthews.
Within his chest his reactor began to purr rather happily and he got that familiar warm, fuzzy sensation right in the center of his chest.
He could still remember the day he met her, but that came later.
Dracon hoped that Scotty got his message.
Xxx
"So you want to know about the Emperor's son who happens to be your best friend even though he was born centuries ago?"
To his credit, Seph didn't look even a bit bothered by the oddness of Scotty's request. The two were currently seated on a large pickup truck that drove down the road.
"Yeah. He'd be short, black hair, wears a fancy white robe that probably is meant to be worn when its bed time with sandals, a basket on his head and a sword." Scotty described his friend.
"I think you are describing a kimono. That was kind of the trend back in those days." Seph said dryly.
"So you have seen him!" Scotty exclaimed, looking very excited as he leaned forward. "Is he all right?! How's he been?!"
"You do remember you are asking about a guy who lived centuries ago?" Seph pointed out.
"…What's your point?"
Seph had to fight the urge to bang his head on the back of the truck. "Look, those days were chaotic. The Grimm woke up again, people were learning how to fight them again and lots of crazy stuff happened in those days."
"You're stalling, Sephy." Scotty scowled.
"Okay, I think I remember a bit about the Emperor's son even though he's not mentioned much in official history but this was around the time the Emperor gathered as many warriors as he could to help seal the Grimm back in the crater they crawled out from. That was when things got really…rough." Seph suddenly became serious. "Those freaks showed up, turned battle into a massacre and even when they managed to seal the crater with a mountain instead of a wall it was still too late to stop the Grimm from making new places to breed and continue making trouble. I stuck close by but there was nothing I could do. My Gem powers would have been neutralized by the Dark Substance and I would have been killed no matter how powerful I was."
"Freaks…You mean the Fallen don't you?" Scotty scowled.
"You've met them?"
"Aye, I tangled with one who tried to turn me into a tree. I sent that wimp a-running and he probably hasn't forgotten me yet." Scotty nodded, leaving out the actual first time he had seen a Fallen.
It was technically a certain woman that a certain friend of his liked…Over the Scotsman's own fifty daughters.
"Nice to see my fellow Scotsmen still strong enough keep even those freaks out of Scotland." Seph smirked for a second. "Yeah, the Fallen started to spawn up around the time the Emperor got enough allies to try to seal up the crater. The first few ones were insane and more like wild animals but over time they got smarter and when they did they organized the Grimm into a fighting force no army could stand against them. They caught the Emperor off guard and I heard he barely survived but couldn't fight anymore. I am positive we both know who the one who did it was."
"Sammael." Scotty answered darkly.
"The first of the Fallen to control the bloodlust they feel from the essence of Grimm inside them and master their powers. I have no clue where he came from, if he was born like the other Fallen or was made from something else. What I do know is that he is not someone to mess with unless you are strong, insane or insanely strong. He led the Grimm and the Fallen that night." Seph sighed, rubbing his head. "No one was prepared for what happened that time."
"And my friend? The Samurai?" Scotty asked, now a little anxious.
Seph glanced at Scotty, taking a deep breath. "Though I never actually saw what happened I heard he took up his father's sword and rallied the survivors to continue sealing the crater while he and the remaining warriors fought against the Grimm and the Fallen. Then just as the battle was over he…Just disappeared. I am sure he fought against Sammael but I never heard anything else since then and when the Emperor's sword was lost it was massive blow to the morale. To this day it's remembered as a dark moment in Japanese history."
Scotty looked disappointed and even saddened. "Nothing else?"
"No…I know he was your best friend after all the stories you told me, Blake. But this isn't that time anymore. He couldn't have been sent to the future like before. He likely passed away as he naturally would have." Seph said, knowing he had to be truthful.
Scotty looked down. "He was the greatest of us all. He couldn't have lost, no matter how powerful those freaks are."
"With you being the one of the few in the entire world who rivaled him." Seph pointed out. "Remember, you said that past had been altered. Perhaps he never became the one you knew."
"I don't believe that." Scotty crossed his arms, looking away. "He couldn't have been anyone but the Samurai. His skills made entire armies tremble before him, he saved over thousands, no make that billions when he brought down the Grimm's baby daddy. I don't believe even those freaks and their boss could have brought him down."
"I have told you all I know." Seph shook his head. "If there is in some crazy way he's still alive I would not know. But it might not be so bad if he wasn't."
"What do you mean by that?!" Scotty exclaimed.
"Come on, Blake. You told me he spent fifty years wandering a forsaken time before he finally returned home. Fifty years of fighting with no end in sight. Could you really ask more of him, especially since it was his family who brought founded the warriors of this time?" Seph explained. "Is it too much to allow him to rest?"
Scotty wanted to argue but as much as he wanted to he couldn't. "…No. I suppose anyone would deserve peace after all that. I had hoped to see him again, probably fight alongside him one last time. We could have really used his help."
It pained Scotty to admit but he believed that his friend would have somehow found his way back to the future and help them take out the Grimm.
Maybe he was hoping for too much.
Xxx
Skulker grunted, having finished the few repairs to his legs.
It wasn't good enough for combat but he could still move and that was all he needed at the moment.
"I need to find a local place and see if I can make more effective repairs." Skulker muttered, looking at his scanner. "Even if I can't find a ghost portal I can still find the nearest human settlement. Even the most rudimentary of equipment can be cannibalized."
He detected something south of his position.
"Finally, some results." Skulker grinned as he started walking in the direction his scanner was pointing too. "Time to get moving."
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"And she was following a blue bird. The bird was strange. It didn't feel like an ordinary animal and I could feel a powerful Aura coming from it."
Sammael leaned back in his chair, going over Am's tail. "Yes, I suspected this would happen. The presence you felt could only belong to the spirit Beatrice."
"A spirit?" Am grinned eagerly. "So interesting."
"The spirit that takes the form of a blue bird, appearing to lost children to guide them to safety and one of Moloch's oldest enemies. Appearing to a child of Earth whose ancestors walked its grounds centuries ago when the Gems came here. No doubt doing her job." Sammael noted. "What about your brother?"
Am was silent for a moment. "He's tracking the green gem to a canyon with holes in the walls."
"The birthplace for Gems on this world." Sammael brought a hand to his chin. "This is getting interesting. Call your brother back. We will let things play out."
Am bowed. "As you wish."
Sammael dismissed Am and closed his eyes, taking in the silence of being alone in his throne room.
The Gem/Ghost Fusion Malachite Plasmius was being kept under strict watch by Drago and an entire colony of Grimm until Sammael could find a use for it.
The Gem Homeworld is checking on the progress of its project.
Moloch had failed to capture Van Kleiss' escaped dimensional subjects, allowing his pride and rage to cloud his judgement and instead tried to kill them only to be thwarted at the last second.
Mandy had been captured by the Blind Eye Society before she could destroy the gateway that could bring Bill Cipher in this dimension.
And now the spirit Beatrice was becoming involved with the Gems.
"Fortunately I won't have to deal with Bill Cipher yet. Someone is already on the way to…crash his party." Sammael chuckled. "This leaves me a chance to deal with the last of Van Kleiss' remaining subjects."
Xxx
"You cannot be serious." Dex O'Reilly stared at the giant interdimensional gateway hidden in the basement of the Mystery Shack that Stanley Pines showed him. "This is what Ford was working on?"
"Yeah. I don't know what for but he was crazy about trying to destroy it. Saying the entire world was in danger." Stan admitted.
"And he was right." O'Reilly turned to Stan. "Breaching into other dimensions could cause tears to form in the space-time continuum, endangering our dimension and who knows how many others. How the hell did Ford even create this? He was a genius but he couldn't have calculated the physics into something like this. It's too advanced even for me."
"Look, I don't know but I have been trying to fix it so I can get my brother back." Stan said, holding up one book. "This is the book Ford gave me but without the whole set I can't fix it. I have been trying for over twenty years."
"Stan, you have done some stupid things in your life but this is by far the stupidest. Did you not hear what I said?" O'Really snapped.
"I am getting my brother back!" Stan shouted. "And why are you even here anyways?!"
"I don't know! I remember being invited by the Northwests and then I got suspicious when I heard your name, or actually your brother's name." O'Reilly retorted.
"The Northwests? What would they want with DexLabs? You live away all the out up in GrimmFall and they don't care the stuff going on with the rest of the world." Stan questioned.
"That's what I am planning on finding out. Stan, I have had dealings with your father in the past and I know the kind of man he was. I know he had a lot of secrets he kept from the rest of his family. I also know Pines have a history of dealing with things considered weird." O'Reilly turned around, facing the exit. "Out of respect for your need to save your brother I won't try to stop you but know this, Stanley Pines that I will not tolerate my family in danger if what I fear truly happens."
He left the basement, leaving Stan alone to stare at the gateway machine he had been trying to fix for the last twenty years.
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"So this is the place?" June asked, looking out the window and spotting the large sign saying 'Welcome to Gravity Falls'. "Doesn't scream hiding spot for a cult of demon worshipers."
"Let's just find a motel to rent a room. We're going to be doing a lot of work here." Jasmine said driving the van into the town.
"I hope they have at least some good games." Ray-Ray said, spying the arcade.
"Ray-Ray, we're here to stop an evil interdimensional demon from destroying the world." June groaned, knowing that out of the three of them that she'd have to be the mature one. "Going into an arcade with an evil cult lurking nearby is a big No-No."
"What about after? Can we try after?" Ray-Ray complained, making June sigh.
"Give your sister break, Ray-Ray. She's finally able to leave Orchid Bay, a lot sooner than she should have but she's got a bigger responsibility now." Jasmine cut in. "We have to focus on what we're here to do. Remember kids, the Blind Eye Society could be anyone and they might be watching us so no one goes anywhere alone and unharmed."
"Does tha-"
"No Ray-Ray!" Everyone in the van said, knowing what he was about to ask.
"Aah!" Ray-Ray groaned.
Xxx
"Chili Fries!" Ben Tennyson was literally drooling as he was handed chili fries at the Frybo restaurant in Beach City.
Gwen could only roll her eyes and step back from her cousin, too embarrassed to be seen with him by anyone. It was nice to be staying in a simple town with nothing big happening for the moment but she just wished her cousin would tone things down.
"The bits!"
Gwen perked up, watching as a chubby kid around her and Ben's ran up to the counter, calling out to the fry-man.
"The bits! The bits!"
"Oh boy." Gwen face-palmed, realizing she wouldn't be getting a quiet day.
"Here you go, Steven." The fry-man said, handing the boy the same chili fries Ben was stuffing his face with.
"You like chili fries too?" Ben asked, licking his lips.
"I love chili fries!" Steven answered joyfully as he ate.
"Me too! They are the best!"
"I know!"
Gwen sighed, listening to the two boys bond over chili fries. Was it too much to ask to meet someone sane whenever they stopped in some small town?
"Hey, you're not from around here, are you?" Steven asked.
Ben shook his head. "Nope. We're just visiting for a day or two. Know any fun places?"
"Absolutely!"
Gwen let out another sigh as she followed Steven and Ben. "Here we go. Is it too much to hope for a nice normal and quiet day?"
Xxx
"Man, what were we thinking?" Rex wondered, taking a sip of his milkshake. "I mean, we're in a world where there are actual super heroes. We've been late to all the action and we still don't have a clue where Van Kleiss is."
"It's not going to be easy but at least we know we can make allies here, Rex." Six said, having a simple tea. "Maybe we can find Van Kleiss if we find some help. At the very least if he wants to try something big he would need access to large amounts of complex equipment."
"Well, maybe Grandpa Tennyson could help." Rex stopped, spotting young Ben and his cousin trailing another kid. "We can't exactly ask Ben himself. This one's a long way from being ready to take on Van Kleiss."
"There were people who said the same thing about you and you were older then him." Six countered. "You'd be surprised."
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"At long last." Skulker's trek through the emptiness of nowhere had finally yielded results.
A town was just up ahead and though it wasn't significant looking it was a place to start. He could take what little equipment they had and use it to make better repairs to his suit. It wouldn't be perfect but it was a start.
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(OC created by Titan X)
Name: Joseph 'Dracon' Matthews
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Species: Gundam, formerly a human
Height: six foot two
Weight: 275 lbs
Appearance: Dracon's armor is completely dark blue, with a white Gundam faceplate and violet optics, a stark contrast to the greenish-white of his psychoframe. He has a golden V-fin that can fold into a dark blue horn-like shape, but he keeps it open and his Gundam faceplate exposed in contrast to having it covered by a visor. He has on his back a thruster pack for flight and a pair of draconic wings, one on either side of the pack. (Think of the Banshee Gundam with wings. :3) He also wears a brown tarp like a cloak to completely cover his frame and head, save for his face, which is usually in shadow from the hood of his cloak.
Build: looks lean, but strong in base Unicorn Mode, muscular and tall in Destroy Mode
Armaments:
Beam Magnum Maximus Carbine (5 seven-clip magazines total: 2 on back skirt, 2 on Armed Armor DF)
~Rotary Grenade Launcher
-4x Beam Sabers
-2x Head Vulcans
-Armed Armor DW (Dracon Wings) (backpack mounted wings that enable flight and increased mobility even within planetary atmospheres)
~8x Fin Funnels (mounted like 'wings' between the DW wings, derived from Nu Gundam funnels with their own generators, capable of generating a 360-degree prism shield)
-Armed Armor BB (Burst Beam) (mounted on the right arm, modified version of AA BS (Beam Smart gun) previously mounted on the Banshee, capable of engaging up to six targets simultaneously with a spread 'dragon's breath' beam burst)
-Armed Armor DF (Dracon Fangs) (left arm mounted shield derived from the Banshee Norn's AA DE)
-4x Dracon Funnels (mounted at the front end of the AA DF as fangs, equipped with beam blade emitters, utilized only as missiles chasing down enemies for stabbing attacks, can also be utilized on the shield as claws)
-Hyper Beam Sword (a hand-held solid blade sword stored in the shield, with beam blade emitters along the edges for maximum penetration)
Personality: Dracon is a kind and caring man, but he is dead serious when faced with the Grimm Horde. His intelligence is high, bordering on genius, but he doesn't act like it. In some cases, he's very naïve, but he is a good man all around. When his friends and loved ones are on the line, he goes all out against the enemy, using his full arsenal, and his rather impressive strength, to his advantage.
In fact, his physical strength is close to that of Scotty Blake, but his real strength lies in the array of weaponry equipped to his person. While he lacks an Aura, his durability more than makes up for it. His only weaknesses are that he can be rather aloof when with strangers or newcomers, and his naivety, as well as his hot temper at times. He also tends to wear a raggedy, tattered brown cloak to keep his Gundam frame a secret from any Fallen or any dangerous foes who would target him.