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fanfiction site. Yoshiki Takaya is the creator of the origional Guyver. He and
he alone holds all official rites to the Guyver. The purpose of this site is to
pay tribute to the Guyver work of Takaya, and by no meens is meant to offend
anyone.
Please enjoy, but be warned... even though this is only a
fanfiction, it is copyrighted in order to prevent unauthorized publication.. For
those that don't understand why this is copyrighted.. it is because I know of
individuals that have tried to publish works that already exist, and so I'm
using a preventative measure.
Young
Guyver
a fanfic by Dave Laenen
CopyRight
2001
Chapter One: Strange
Retrievals
Present Day:
The
sky was gray, and the air still cold in the morning. Hard to believe that by
noon it would be blinding and a hot day. The car was driving across the
foothills, over the river, from the south side of the small city to the
University on the west. "I want you to put on the tie I gave you. It's the suit
that makes the man." William reaches into his pocket for the wadded tie, and
awkwardly uses the passenger mirror behind the sun visor to put it on. "You
should look nice. If you wear a suit you'll impress your boss, then maybe he'll
give you a promotion."
"It's
not how you look dad, it's who you know."
"That's nonsense. When I came
to this country I worked for a tailor, he had a sign in his window, and it said
it's the clothes that make the man. It was true. If you dress like your going to
succeed you will."
William almost chokes. His dad's horrible cigarette
combined with the frigid air. He feels like he should be wearing a winter coat.
He feels like an idiot in these dress clothes.
"Wake up! Don't look
tired, it's your first day on the job, it wouldn't look good."
"I am
awake."
"Well what's the matter? Don't you wanna nice job?"
"I
had a good job."
"What?! The newspaper? Bah! This one is much better. It
has a good future for you. You'll make some money."
"I don't care about
money."
"And what do you care about... making movies? You'll never get
anywhere with that. This is better, you'll see."
The car comes up to the
top of the hills and rounds the overpass on to University drive. William feels
the numbness in his legs and between his arms. He decides to risk it.. "Dad, I
don't want to work as an advisor."
"What? What's not to like?"
"It sounds boring."
"Boring! You said you wanted to use your
imagination, well this is it. This is the perfect job to use that imagination of
yours."
"Oh, Yah, great. Theoretical research advisor at the Lethbridge
University. We'd probably end up developing some new crop fertilizer. Like I
want 'a be staring at cow shit all day."
"Cow shit? Who said you'd be
staring at cow shit?"
"Come on dad, this is a hick town community.
Everything is for farming."
"And what would you rather do, keep working
nights at your newspaper!"
Wanting to scream at his father, "Only until
my filming is finished!"
Pulling into the parking lot, "That's Nonsense!
Now straighten your tie. We're almost there."
William's throat is sore.
He didn't scream, he held it back, but he was so angry it felt like it. Both him
and his father are Aries, both are stubborn, and his dad would never understand.
The car pulled to a stop in the parking lot, and both of them got out. He could
see his breath in the morning air.
----O----
Inside the University they went down to
one of the lower levels. At a window Henry gave his I.D. to the receptionist and
she let them into the door at the side. Grabbing his security officers blazer
from the rack, "Now I'm going to show you to your boss. Don't disappoint me, it
took me a lot to get you this job."
Will takes a seat as though he's in
a waiting room while his dad, Henry, makes a phone call. His dad leaves for his
office. The security guy in the room quietly stares at him, sizing him up. A man
comes in though another door a few minutes later. The old man extends his hand,
"Hi, you must be William Ehmkirek."
Rising to meet him, "Yes"
"Good to see you, we're in the middle of an important project, so we'll
take you through a quick version of the orientation and get right into it. We'll
deal with the payment plan and job benefits later if that's okay with you."
"No problem sir."
"Great, let's go", after starting for the
door, "Oh, by the way, the names Dan Albright"
"Yes sir, Mr. Albright."
Laughing as he keys in the combination for the door, "Nobody goes that
formal here, just call me Dan, okay Will."
"Yes sir."
Mr.
Albright takes Will down a few halls and into a small office where a couple
other guys his age are waiting. All of them are in their twenties. Some look
like scrappers.. high school drop outs that would rather drink on welfare;
others look like professionals.. university students that are probably more
qualified than him. In total there are only six in the small room. The air isn't
cold, but it's stuffy like an office, only with out the heaven of fresh office
paper smell.
None of them talk much, no one knows each other. Any thing
said just leaves a few words in reply, and maybe a small laugh. After a few
minutes of the silence Mr. Albright comes back into the room and closes the
door.
"Welcome Everybody. Your all the new recruits. Some of you have
met me already, for those of you that haven't, I'm Dr. Albright, but just call
me Dan. We're busy this morning, so we'll get to know all your names later.
Here's the quick orientation on our project.. ", the old man impatiently cringes
his fingers.
"We are a research group that is studying biological specimens.
Our research is being used for developing new technologies. So far, we've helped
in the development of new gene therapy drugs, a few growth hormones, and some
immune system research papers"
He checks his watch, "Our research so far has
been purely scientific... but in the past few years we've noticed it slowing
down again. The conventional scientific theories don't seem to be leading us
anywhere. That's why we brought you here; some Non-scientists to give us a
different perspective... some imaginative theories"
"All of our research is
classified as top secret. If you take part in ANY way shape or form of
industrial espionage, then you WILL be dealt with by our security department."
Checking his watch again, "That's the three minute speel, any questions?"
One of the smarter looking guys next to will almost raises his hand,
"You mentioned industrial espionage.. but if we're a university, then isn't our
research shared with others anyway?"
"Technically we don't work with the
University. We are a private company. We work for Eric Cartiger, he's an
entrepreneur. He owns this university along with several others down in the
states. He keeps our research group separate. You answer to me, and I answer to
him. No one from this University has authority over us, and we don't have
authority over them. We're two separate companies."
A knock on the door,
and a younger woman peeks through, "Dr. Albright, We're opening it up again in
ten."
"Okay, thank you, be right there", Turning back to the group,
"Please save any other questions you have for after the... experiment. If you
wish to back out, this is the time."
No one says anything. They look at
each other, and there just doesn't seem to be a reason to quit.
"Okay,
follow me and I'll take you down below." They get up and follow the doctor out
the door. On the other side is the woman that called them. She's really kinda'
young, maybe a few years older than him. Her black hair is cut at neck length.
She's kinda' cute. After turning a couple corners they get into an elevator...
Instead of pushing a button, Dr. Albright picks up the emergency phone. "It's
me, Dan Albright. I don't have time for a full clearance check, I've got a heavy
project working! Fine! Get them visitor passes or something!! Just bring me down
now!" He hangs up the phone. The elevator starts going down.
Will looks
up at the floor level indicator... it doesn't look right... "uumm, Dan, doesn't
that say that we're already on the bottom floor?"
The doctor's mind
looks busy and the girl responds, "We don't show the lower floors to keep the
public out"
"oh, I guess that makes sense", Yes! The girl answered. Even
better, she sounds nice, a soft feminine voice. She doesn't seem to mind talking
to him either... unless of coarse that's just an employee smile.
That
elevator stops after only a few floors. When the doors open there isn't any
carpeting, or any office lighting panels, or anything nice for that matter. Very
frugal really, a concrete floor, drywall, and support beams holding up the floor
above them. No need for hallways either. Most of this is set up like a studio,
only a few offices are off to the side, and a few corridors are connected. In
total the studio covers about ten square meters (a hundred seven square'). The
interesting part of it is the huge glass window at the far wall... behind it is
this huge mound, entirely smooth, and incredibly big. The hick town agriculture
community is probably studying some of the weirdest ant hills on Earth.
"Christine, Take these boys down to the observation deck. Make sure they
stay out of everyone's way."
"Yes sir." The black hair'd girl leads them
to the side of the studio, to an open lift. No walls or doors on it, just a
metal railing and a grill floor. It's a tight fit. William ended up being lucky
enough to stand next to 'Christine'. She pushes a button on the railing and the
lift lowers through the floor.
It's dark in the shaft, the only light is
the occasional one mounted in the shaft, and the small thing mounted just
underneath the grill floor. Poor lighting and the smell of Earth. William wishes
he could find some excuse to say something to Christine. Another new guy next to
her, one of the jerks, he looks like he's going to talk to her first. After a
few floors the shaft opens up... they're facing a leather wall only half a meter
in front of them.
William, eager and curious, "What is this?"
"It's what we're studying... go ahead, slide your hand across it.."
William sticks his hand out, at first only his fingers touch it as the
lift lowers them down, then his palm rests flat against it, sliding across. It
feels soft, like flesh against flesh. No dirt from the ant hill breaks off.
"What is this?"
"It's alive."
The other guys at the
front of the lift stick their hands out to touch it too.
"Make sure it
doesn't eat you. It absorbs food through osmosis", Christine smiles devishly,
the guys retract their hands a bit.
The lift stops and the area behind
them opens up into a room. The room smells scientific, like phenaltheline. She
takes them up to a small office over looking the entire project. No chairs or
desks, only a large window. A few other guys are already in it, they're wearing
white lab coats. "These guys 'll answer any questions you have", she turns and
closes the door behind her.
One of the smarter looking guys pipes up,
"What's going on in here?"
"Well, about thirty years ago, when they were
building the university, they found something. It's alive and very old. They
didn't want anyone else to know about it, so they built this research facility
on the lowest budget humanly possible. We've been studying it, and profiting on
the research advances."
William stares at it in deep curiosity, "What is
it..."
"It's older than the dinosaurs. It has an organic outer shell,
and another hundred feet down, engines. The things like an organic spaceship."
He continues to stare. The others, even the guys that are scum stare
with him. The guys outside the office, in the study lab, are in environment
suits.. covered head to toe in white plastic, with air filters attached to face
plates. Their walking around, rigging equipment to the wall, the shell of the
'alien ship'.
"At four this morning we blasted it open and sent somebody
inside. They were rigging up to rip out it's command computer, now were gonna'
blast it open and take it out." The guy in the lab coat checks his watch, "one
minute and thirty seconds."
A couple of the guys in plastic suits are
checking detonators on the rigging, making sure the explosive packets work. The
rest of the room is frantic, guys scurrying across the gym mats layered on the
floor. Will turned his head for a second and could see through the smaller
office side window on the other wall. Across the lab, another rigging directly
behind the explosives. It was on wheels, and featured a high powered winch with
two missiles on the sides, and some sort of mechanical unit between the
missiles. These guys are nuts.
The old guy, Dr. Dan Albright comes down
some elevator at the far wall. Even he's in a plastic suit, and quickly pulls
the visor and air filter over his head. Dr. Albright speaks into a microphone,
"All right, the detonation is in twenty seconds. Clear the floor!" Everyone
desperately runs to the sides of the room, stepping on to grill flooring,
platforms attached to the walls. "Final system check!"
Some bald guy at
a terminal, "green light on the detonators"
"The retriever checks out",
almost dropping his checklist.
The old man holds his watch out in front,
looking at the alien hull and explosive rigging, "ten, nine, eight, seven,
six...." He stops counting and all is silent. No one says anything, or even
moves.
BLAST!!!! 
The
Explosion Made Will and Every One Else in the Office Jump! The Light Blinded
them and the Heat could be Felt on Every Ones Face! The Glass Window Bounced in
at the Shock Wave, almost Slapping Them in the Face.
A Huge Gush of
Liquid Pours out of the Crater in the Wall like a Broken Aquarium, most of it's
pink like whale flesh. What's left of the explosive rig then dissolves in the
juices on the floor, like a sugar cube in a puddle of spit. One of the
technicians in plastic suits had slipped off the grill platform during the shock
wave, and he struggles climbing up the railing before the acid reaches his leg.
The layers of gym mats are eaten away, exposing the concrete floor before they
finally stop.
One of the new guys in the office catches his breath,
"Holy Shit..."
Some of the plastic suit brigade jump from the grill rig
and onto the oozed floor, they wear 'very thick' rubber boots. Flame throwers
are already strapped to their backs and they run to the newly blasted hole in
the alien ship... The hole itself starts to stretch and spiral, slowly beginning
to tighten shut... the flame throwers are fired, burning the edges open in
inferno level heat! Albright stands back to the railing. He now looks like a
general. "Get the retriever in place, fire in five seconds!"
Another guy
gets behind the missile/winch rig, and pushing a button it rolls off the grill
platform and up to opening. They lock it down like pit crew at a race track.
Someone at another terminal checks his camera monitor, "We've got a lock!
Everything's set!"
Albright barks again, "Clear for ignition! Five,
four, three.."
The missiles Fires! They shooting into the opening in the
alien hull, down a small tunnel that the explosion made, a narrowing tunnel as
the ship tries to heal! The missiles carry the mechanical unit. The winch in the
rig spins at high speed to feed enough cable to the mechanical unit!
A
few seconds and the winch stops. From the view of the office the missiles are
out of site down the tunnel. One of the Guys at a terminal, "He's hooked it up!
We're ready to retract!"
"Pull it in, Now."
The Winch then Spins
in Reverse! The high speed Motor starts smoking at it's limit break! The guys
with flame throwers keep searing the edges of the opening... but slowly they
lose ground... even in the intense heat, the ship still heals, it slowly starts
to twist the hole closed again! The Scientist in the Lab stares at the Winch...
anxiously talking to himself under his breath, "come on.. come on.."
William, "What's wrong, what happens if this doesn't work?"
"The
guy we sent in is almost out of air, his tank only has six hours worth..."
A smart guy to the side, "Then just rip him through the hull"
"The hull has acid veins, it would eat him, and anyone who tried,
Alive."
The winch keeps pulling at high speed! When the fleash at the
bottem of the opening begins to rise, the flame throwers try to hose it back
down... as they do, the steel cable begins to melt, and they move back to the
other edges. The smoke from the motor still slowly rises.
"..come on..
come on.. "
From the loud speakers, "Three more seconds until it
closes!"
".. make it.. you can make it..."
"Two... One..."
At the hole the Plastic Suit Brigade brake off, Spinning their backs to
flat wall! Through the Opening a Guy in a Diving suit Comes Through Attached to
a cable! Behind him is towed a Rig, The Rig Encases a Lump of Flesh about a
Meter and a half Across. They Pull it Clear of the hole.. and the Alien Ship
closes up. Soon the scaring slowly begins to fade.
"We Did It! We got
the Ships Computer System!", the Scientists jump in Elation! Everyone in the lab
Seems to Cheer at the Success. Even the new guys, who don't even know what's
going on, partake in the Thrill.
Technicians quickly run up to the
retrieved rig, again like race track pit crew. The guy in the modified diving
suit takes off his breathing mask. Dr. Albright steps down and walks towards
their 'inside man', "Congratulations Merek. I trust everything went well?"
Merek, the 'other woman', "Took ya' guys long enough ta' get me out."
Albright looks at the thin coat of gel on her face. "Are you all right?
Is there a leak in your suit?"
"I got bored. The thing tastes funny, but
it's finger licken good!"
Every on in the room laughs.
Albright,
"All right then. I'm sending you to quarantine to get checked out."
"You'd send me to quarantine anyway"
"Yah, and you'd give me lip
anyway. Don't make me sick Bellmont on you."
"I'm goin', I'm goin'."
"Congratulations people! We've successfully retrieved the Aliens
Computer or Controller System! Tonight, Champaign on ice, personally from
Cartiger!"
"yaaahh"
"Wrap this up everyone. I want it stored and
preserved according to plan."
More guys come out. They appear to be
transferring the blob of flesh on to wheels, wrapping the bottom in plastic, the
plastic presses against the bloody cut up surface. The upper side isn't injured
at all, it's perfectly smooth, divided into three sections. Apparently they cut
the 'computer' or whatever it is, out of the organic ship.
The diving
woman turns back to Albright... "Oh Doc, I also got yah a souvenir"
She
reaches into a utility pack at her side... she flips open the pack (splutting
the chest of Albright's Isolation suit with goo) and reaches in, pulling out a
bony, triangular thing, with a metallic circle at the center.
Looking
down at his gooed suit first, "Thanks Deb...", then he turns to the technicians,
"Process this one to"
The technicians take Deb's 'souvenir' and put it
into a metal box. The box is on a dolly with a nitrogen tank, and they cart it
off.
The technicians reach into the sides of the chunk of alien flesh, and
systematically lift out three pieces... each encased by metal already, worm like
tissue wrapped around a metallic circle.
William looks at them, "What
are those?"
"Those, we think their memory storage units. The ship must
have encoded it's data in neural structures like a brain. We think the metallic
centers on each unit processed that information like a regular computer. The
center structure probably linked them to the rest of the ship."
Each
'memory' unit is boxed individually, and put on a dolly with nitrogen tank. They
too are carted off. Another newbie pipes up, "What happening to them?"
"We're taking them to specimen storage. Today's only specimen gathering.
We're gonna seal this thing up so is doesn't rot, then tomorrow we're gonna
begin the new research."
Albright turns to the window office, "Young
Atchinson, take the new guys up to the board room. It's time Bellmont had 'his
turn' with them in orientation"
"Yes Sir, No problem.", One of the young
guys in a lab coat beside them leads the newbies out the office and into an
elevator.
They arrive on one of the upper levels with carpeting and proper
lighting and walk towards a board room where they can smell a small lunch of
catered sandwiches that has been prepared. They can tell that outside the heat
of noon has already hit. It's like walking out of a movie theater and not
realizing just how much time has passed.
They trail off in line. Will's
Dad, Henry, catches up to his son. They walk along slowly towards the board room
together. "So Will, how was your first day of work?"
Letting a sigh of
impression, "uhh, dad, this job is intense... I've got to apologize to you..."
"So you still want to work at the Paper? You don't have to work here if
you real.."
"No Dad! I Want This Job! I want To be On this Research
Team!"
"Ohh, so it's 'imaginative' enough for you eh?"
"Yes dad,
it is... it is 'very' imaginative. I thank you. Please dad, I thank you."
"Good, I'm glad your happy."
Mr. Ehmkirek leaves his son at the
door of the board room. The newbies walk inside and sit around a large table
with food and refreshments in the center. A large, well built, man with grayed
hair stands prominently in the circle. His name on the etched brass badge reads
"Bellmont". The doors close as he begins their 'orientation'.
----O----
A
few floors down, back in the poorly lit area's of the research facility, a door
opens to the 'specimen storage room'. A woman walks through, leaving two people
at the doorway lying on the floor with blood spilling from each gut.
She
kneels down to a shelf marked "Alien Device-1 Suspected Computer Memory Unit".
She opens the metal box, and places the unit... a circular wrapping of tissue,
and a metallic center orb, into a black pack, and straps it to her back. She
takes her cell phone and quickly dials a number.
"I've got a sample of
the research. Make sure your ready"
She puts the phone back in it's
holster, aside the silencer fitted gun. She walks out of the room, and jumps up
knocking the ceiling ventilation panel open. She pulls the two guards into the
storage room, and closes the door. Then Jumps, climbing up, and disappears.
The Guyver Net
