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-Komodo

Gav: "I'm waking up in the psychiatric ward, aren't I?"

Nurse: "Oh, don't pretend it'll be your first time."

Nukees
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******************
"So you're some sort of biological armor?" Molly asked as she stepped out of
the shower. Over the past hour, between bites of sausage, pancakes, and all
through the shower, Molly's new friend had explained, in painstaking detail,
exactly what he was. At least he sounded like a he.

'That's one way of putting it.'

"But why did these Aliens-"

'The Advent'

"The Advent then. Why did the Advent build the Guyvers in the first place?"

'They wanted Justice. The Advent believed that there was no order in the
universe save that which was imposed.'

"And since no one else wanted the job, they took it?"

'After the first Guyver Units stopped a war, nobody really wanted to argue.'

"How did they stop it?"

'They killed the leaders of both sides until they agreed to a truce.'

"A truce? They didn't conquer them?"

'Why would they? The Advent simply wanted the war to stop. The Guyver Units
were so effective, the Advent built more and sent them out on ships to every
star with a celestial body capable of supporting matter based sentient
life.'

"That's a lot of planets," Molly said as she laid out the shaving supplies.
Though there were electric razors and other high-tech "quickie methods",
Molly, like her mother, preferred the old fashioned way.

'Its a big universe,' Was the casual reply.

"The whole universe?" Molly sputtered then swore as the razor nicked her
leg.

'Why so surprised?'

"A few star systems I can see, a whole sector of the Galaxy yeah, but the
whole freakin universe?"

'They aren't the sort to do things by halves.'

"No kidding," Molly muttered.

It was perhaps five minutes later that Molly had a thought.

"Hey. If you're a suit of armor, and the other Guyvers are suits of armor,
does that mean there's a bunch of other people walking around with voices in
their heads?"

'Of course not. The Guyver Units aren't sentient.' There was a long pause.

Several minutes passed.

"Yes?" Molly asked, unable to take the silence anymore.

'I believe the phrase is, "Oh Shit"'.
#--#
"Look." Molly said as she laced up her boots. "Its no big deal. I go to the
meeting, then afterwards we go back to the park to have a look around that
lake."

'If we must.'

"You're not taking this very well." She noted as she stuffed the Mandai
Memorials cap into her jacket pocket. The hat was not very presentable. Over
the course of its lifetime, it had been stepped on, kicked, tossed, soaked,
dried, muddied, cleaned, torn, mended, and torn again. It had been Melvin's
favorite cap. Molly thought of it as a good luck piece.

'I've just had my existence called into question.'

"I've just had my sanity called into question." Molly retorted as she
scooped
up her keys, wallet, and, almost as an afterthought, her camera.

'As I recall, you have been questioning your sanity all morning," was the re
ply.
#--#
Senshi meetings took place at the Cherry Hill Temple, a minor Shinto shrine
located in Tokyo's prosperous Kiyon District. Run by an aged Shinto Priest
with a weakness for female flesh and his granddaughter, the Temple catered
to
the spiritual needs of all who entered its gates.

Unknowingly to the rest of Tokyo, It also served as the meeting place of the
Inner Senshi. The Outer Senshi, despite an open invitation, did not attend
these meetings for reasons of their own.

Therefore, grouped around a table in the back of the living quarters, sat
five girls and two cats. One cat was all black, one was all white.

These weren't ordinary cats, mind you, these cats talked.

"I thought you said she would be here," Said the black one.

"Aw calm down, Luna," Said her counterpart, who was named Artemis. "Molly's
still new to being included in Senshi meetings."

"The least she could do is be punctual," Luna snapped. Artemis sighed. Luna
was overly concerned with propriety and tardiness offended her deeply.

"Relax," said Serena. "She probably got stuck in traffic."

"What Traffic? Ever since she won that Motorcycle--"

"She's had to deal with bugs in her teeth," interrupted the blonde sitting
next to Serena. "What?" She asked when everyone glared at her.

"Must you?" Raye Hino asked.

"What?" Asked the blonde again, innocence all over her face. Raye rolled her
eyes. That was Mina's one irredeemable character flaw. She thought she was
funny.
#--#
Tokyo Mall was a relatively new addition to the city skyline. Built
partially
on the bay, the mall contained a freeway that ran along the shallow bay
bottom and then up through the mall before dipping back towards the city.
This freeway, which was really more of an expressway, was relatively
deserted
since most people were apprehensive about driving underwater protected by
only a heavy glass tunnel roof.

Molly loved it.

Grinning behind her helmet, she weaved in and between the cars with
practiced
ease. She loved riding. The feeling of freedom, the roar of the engine, and
t
hough she would never admit it, she liked the vibration of the steel frame
beneath her.

'Is this risky behavior really nessacary?'

"C'mon," Molly said, haven't you ever done something for the sheer thrill of
it?"

'Not that I can recall.'

"Didn't your last host do anything for fun?"

'I. . .don't remember.'

"No?" Molly asked as they roared into what she called Malltown. It was
actually the section of the road that ran through the mall, but like most,
she had her own name for it.

'My first memory is encountering you and the one called Melvin. I tried to
choose between you and he begged me to save you. So I did.'

"He sacrificed himself to save me?"

'Apparently. My contact with his mind was brief. I do know that he loved
you.
It was foremost in his mind.'

"And I love him," she whispered, suddenly painfully aware of the cool metal
against her skin that was the ring on its gold chain under her clothes and
why it was there.

Setting her jaw, she twisted the throttle as high as it would go.

She had a weapon now.

The youma would pay.

Every last one.

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