Destinizer

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With the voice talents of...
Jack Black as Jimmy Hart
Lucy Akhurst as Angel Arrow
Paul McGann as Peter Simpson
Julia Sawalha as Lieutenant Maria Rodriguez

Bill Nighy as Commander Han Winterheart
Kenneth Branagh as Vice Commander Jason Marlon
Dame Maggie Smith as Dr. Alison Kane
Gemma Padley as Cyan McCormack
Leigh Francis as Anthony Wilde
Vernon Kay as Harry Wilde

Eddie Izzard as Commander Luke Delgado
Isaac C. Singleton Jr. as Vice Commander Conner Chester
Greg Ellis as 'Razorwire' Dracul
June Sarpong as Mina Celeste
Nicholas Lyndhurst as Wraith Dandini
Clyde Kusatsu as Wong Yi Seraph

DESTINIZER
Dai Jinzo Ningen Tai Destinizer / Giant Artificial Human Force Destinizer

01. FRENZIED ATTACK IN FRANCE

Opening Theme: ‘Number of the Beast’ by Iron Maiden

“Commander Delgado,” said the deep voice in the shadows, “We are almost ready.” “Excellent,” said a hoarse voice, “How large is our strike force?” “We have exactly 100 Falcon model mecha prepared to strike,” said the first voice, “All we need is the command to attack.” “Then attack,” said Delgado, “What is our first target?” “France, sir,” said the deep voice. “Understood,” Delgado nodded, “Proceed with Falcon Attack Force.” “At once Commander,” the deep voice said and footsteps were head, followed by the shift of metal. As his underling left, Delgado knitted his fingers together, “Chaos…I shall reap beautiful chaos across the Earth. The Angloman project was put out of action 10 years ago after the Darkshot invasion force was halted. And now that leaves the door open for the Galactic Warfare Guild to take over. The damed UN had to break nature and create those blasted colonies on Venus and the moon. What fools!”


The young boy stroked his dark goatee in thought. His hair, normally spiked, was flopped down in a mop around his head. Dressed in nothing but his pure white boxer shorts, he was standing at the top of a step ladder; a portable swimming pool set up before him and filled with thick, orange paint.

Peter Simpson was not your typical teenager. He was an artist but didn’t stop at paint and canvas – he was expressionistic. His room was littered with dozens upon dozens of paintings and models he had made. “…Bad fruit,” he muttered before jumping off the step ladder and vanishing into the pool of orange paint. He emerged looked very much like the human representation of a discarded orange peel. He then grabbed a can of black paint and poured it over himself, now looking like a rotten discarded orange peel. Suddenly, something on Peter’s dresser beeped. It was a silver, triangular badge with the words ‘LPF’ inscribed in light blue. The letters were flashing red in unison with the beeping.

The artist grabbed the badge and pressed the letters, “Pilot Simpson here.” “Simpson, it’s Maria,” said a young yet stern female voice, “I need you at base now. We have a new candidate for the Destinizer programme.” “I’m on my way ma’am,” Peter switched off the com-link and went to get washed.


Just minutes later, Peter was walking through the corridors of the Life Protection Front base towards the Great Chamber in the western sector. His hair was now spiked as usual and he was dressed in the light green LPF uniform, his badge firmly pinned to his left chest pocket. “This new kid had better be worth it,” he grumbled, “I hate being interrupted and Maria knows it.” Eventually he came to the two metal doors marked ‘LPF – Great Chamber’, which slid open as he walked through, closing again when he was inside. The Great Chamber was a meeting room of sorts for all those involved in the Destinizer programme. At the far edge was an oak table with a pair of green curtains behind it, currently drawn. The hardwood floor was emblazoned with an image that looked like a dragon and a hawk performing a difficult aerial manoeuvre which entwined them both. “Maria, I’m here,” said Peter loudly. The leather chair behind the desk revolved to reveal a girl of 18 dressed in the same uniform with the addition of a beret where her badge was. She had serious blue eyes and auburn hair cut just past her ears.

“Where’s this new kid?” Peter asked, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don’t want any screw-ups on the team before the Destinizers are put into action.” “Don’t forget who is leader here Simpson,” Maria frowned, “I am fully confident in everybody chosen for this programme.” “Yes…Lieutenant Rodriguez…” Peter muttered, “But where is this new recruit anyway?” Maria turned her chair to the side, “Angel, come out please.” Peter’s gaze fell on a thick leather chair in the corner, turned away from them. Someone stepped out from behind it, a girl who hung her head shyly. She had wide brown eyes behind blue-rimmed glasses. Her bright pink hair went down to her shoulders and had a white bow in it. Like Maria and Peter, she was clad in the light green LPF uniform.

“Peter, this is Angel Arrow,” said Maria, “She was chosen from the Bolton-2 Academy six months ago to become a pilot.” “Kinda young for the Bolton-2 Academy isn’t she?” Peter asked. “This girl passed college before she was 14,” Maria explained, “She’s a super genius.” “Well…I wouldn’t say genius” Angel spoke softly, “Just…talented.” “Whatever you call it,” Maria sighed, “Look, we have all had our training in the Destinizer programme, enough at least for basic combat. We received word that there’s an invasion force headed for France and we need to stop it. You people with me?” “I’m always ready to face the GWG,” Peter nodded, “You know that.” “I…I’m in to…” Angel said quietly, “…Are…the Destinizers ready?” “Manta and Track are at least,” said Maria, “My Lycan is still going under modifications. You two will be alone for this one.”

“Even better,” Peter smirked, punching his palm and looked at Angel, “You ready Pixie?” “Angel,” the pink-haired girl corrected, “My name is Angel.” “Whatever,” Simon rolled his eyes before leading his companion out of the Great Chamber.


“Chester,” said the voice of Delgado over the com-link, “What is your position?” “We are above Paris now,” said the African-American man in his deep voice. Clad in the beige GWG uniform and grey flight harness-and-helmet, he was in a circular cockpit of a mighty brown-and-white, swift-looking robot. The robot’s head was shaped like the head of a hawk, the eyes replaced by a hyper-glass visor. “The Falcon Attack Force is prepared to completely annihilate Paris and it’s defence,” he continued. “Excellent,” Delgado nodded. A fleet of the brown-and-white robots hovered over France’s capital city, all wielding black, powerful Omega-3 issue high impact rifles.

“All units, prepare for assault,” said Chester. “Yessir!” the pilots of the other Falcon units said together. With that, the powerful robots opened fire, launching particle cannons from their Omega-3s. Paris’ own defences rolled out, firing their own weapons but to little or no avail. “Pull back! Pull back!” the Paris force leader cried in his native language but it was already too late. The GWG Falcons had slaughtered most of the force and were entering France’s capital.


“Are you guys ready?” Maria asked from the control box. In the shadowed hangar in the bottom tier of the LPF satellite headquarters, Peter and Angel stood at the ends of two metal bridges, each wearing a coloured harness and wristband. The harness consisted of a chest-and-back plate with rounded shoulders, a black circular line coming down from each shoulder and meeting in the centre and a black ‘DI’ imprinted on the right shoulder. The wristband matched the harness in colour and had a white dial on it. Peter’s was green and Angel’s was pink.

“Ready,” both teens said together, “Activating Digital Interface Suits now.”

Peter twisted the dial on his wristband and green energy flashed around him. The rounded shoulders moved outwards and slid down to cover his hands, leaving silver jumpsuit sleeves over his arms, silver gloves covering his hands with green armour over the fingers. A green belt snapped onto his waist from behind, an ‘M’-shaped buckle appearing in the centre. The rest of his silver jumpsuit descended from beneath his chest armour, covering his torso, waist, legs and feet. Green armour appeared over his feet. Peter then held his right arm over his chest as a silver helmet materialised over his head, his face still exposed. The helmet had a silver antenna on both sides and a green ‘M’ on the forehead. Finally, a green visor slid down, covering his face.
Angel twisted the dial on her wristband and pink energy flashed around her. The rounded shoulders moved outwards and slid down to cover her hands, leaving white jumpsuit sleeves over her arms, white gloves covering her hands with pink armour over the fingers. A pink belt snapped onto her waist from behind, a ‘T’-shaped buckle appearing in the centre. The rest of her white jumpsuit descended from beneath her chest armour, covering her torso, waist, legs and feet. Pink armour appeared over her feet. Angel then held her right arm over her chest as a white helmet materialised over her head, her face still exposed. The helmet had a white antenna on both sides and a pink ‘T’ on the forehead. Finally, a pink visor slid down, covering her face.

“DI Suits activated,” said Peter. A pair of escalators emerged from the shadows below, connecting to the platforms and allowing the teens to descend. “This is all so new…I’ll be seeing real combat,” Angel murmured, “I just hope I’m ready sir.” “Hey, you don’t have to worry about the ‘sir’ thing ok?” Peter smiled, “You can just call me Peter.” Angel smiled back, “Sure…Peter.” “And don’t worry,” the older teen assured her, “You’ll do fine. Just follow my lead.” “You’ve seen combat?” Angel raised her eyebrow. “Nah,” Peter chuckled, “But I’ve adapted my skill a lot. Just stay close to me.” Angel nodded as they came to the bottom of the escalators. The teens looked at the huge shadowed mechanoids and entered.

Closing Theme: ‘Solitary Man’ by HIM

Next time on Destinizer…
Angel and Peter pilot the mighty Destinizers Track and Manta against the Falcon squadron in Paris. But having never seen true combat, do they stand a chance? Also, what is the secret behind the unfinished Destinizer Prototype?
Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of Destinizer: Perils And Prototypes.

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DESTINIZER
Dai Jinzo Ningen Tai Destinizer / Giant Artificial Human Force Destinizer

02. PERILS AND PROTOTYPES

Opening Theme: ‘Number of the Beast’ by Iron Maiden – excerpt

Chester lowered his Falcon’s hand from over its visor as the dust settled to reveal their opponents. They were most definitely mecha but nothing like the GWG soldiers had ever seen. One was of a definite feminine design with a pink torso and shoulders, some white on the stomach, pink hips and white legs with pink feet. The arms were mostly white with pink forearms and hands. The breasts were white with a pink stripe down the middle of each one. Imprinted on the left side of its head were the jet black words: LPF Destinizer Model – Tracks. Its companion was bigger and of masculine build, its head casing designed like a shark’s head, it’s jaws wide open to show its face. The male robot’s body was mostly dark green with some silver accenting to it. Imprinted on the left side of this one’s head were the jet black words: LPF Destinizer Model – Manta.

“So those are the Life Protection Front’s new weapons…” Chester scowled, “No matter…Falcons! Destroy them!” The brown-and-white robots rocketed towards the Destinizers, firing off their Omega-3s. Manta crossed its arms and a green, diamond-shaped shield of light appeared, blocking the blasts. Peter narrowed his eyes, “Let’s do it!” Manta lowered its shield and two hatches opened in its back plates, positioned beneath the shoulders. Two grey cylinders emerged and moved so they pointed upwards before more segments emerged from them and then slid onto the shoulders, forming cannons.

“Fire 1!” Peter commanded as he pressed a button on the console, a missile firing from the left shoulder cannon. The missile impacted on a Falcon, exploding and taking out that one and its two closest companions. “Fire 2!” Peter shouted and pressed the same button, a missile launching from the other cannon and hitting another trio of the enemies. Inside Tracks’ cockpit, Angel was nervously looking from button to button. “Come on…” she muttered, “…You can do this.” She reached out, gripping the butterfly handles at her sides and resting her feet on the pedals below. Her DI Suit glowed pink for a moment before Destinizer Tracks began to move forward. The female robot reached down to its right hip as a compartment opened and a Destinizer-use MP9 Pistol ejected. Tracks grabbed it and opened fire, shooting down a gaggle more Falcons.
Chester, infuriated, launched towards Tracks and tackled her, wrapping his Falcon’s clawed fingers around the female’s throat. Her DI Suit caused Angel to feel as if she were being choked directly. “No…” she let out a squeak, “…Can’t…die…now…” Reaching out a struggling hand, Angel pressed a switch on the console and Tracks’ breasts fired from its chest as missiles, hitting Chester’s Falcon and sending him backwards. As auxiliary missiles locked into place, Tracks backed off, Angel massaging her sore neck.

Manta took charge, a harpoon in hand. The green-and-silver male robot ran towards the leading Falcon but several more blocked its way. Manta proceeded to cut them down with powerful swipes of its harpoon before ramming it through the last one. As the fallen robots exploded in a rain of fire, both Destinizers faced off against the lead one.
Chester growled and suddenly, a black Falcon with a silver beak mantle and silver lining along its body and wings appeared behind Tracks, grabbing the Destinizer in a headlock. “Get out of here Razorwire,” Chester growled, “This is not your fight!” “Oh contraire,” said the mysterious pilot of the black mecha in a sneering voice, “It’s very much my fight now that Commander Delgado has sent me. You weren’t doing too well in that fight C.C.” “You bastard…” Chester scowled, “…I’ll destroy these interlopers then deal with you!” “I’m so scared,” Razorwire mocked, “You should know my Raven is infinitely more powerful than the Falcon series.”

Peter sweatdropped before having Manta tap the Falcon on the shoulder. “Um…pardon me for interrupting.” Before Chester could answer, Manta put its right first straight for the Falcon’s head. “I’ll be back!” Chester screamed as he hit a button on top of the left butterfly handle and his ejector seat fired out, converting into a space suit of sorts, vanishing into the atmosphere. “Now for you,” Peter growled as he turned towards Razorwire and Tracks. “Let my team mate go,” he growled. “Awww…a hero,” Razorwire chortled, “My absolute favourite.” Manta held its harpoon in one hand and now a dark green, double-barrelled rifle very similar to the Omega-3s in the other. “Go on, try and hit me Fish-Boy,” Razorwire laughed, “My Shadow Raven has unique teleportation capabilities.” “Oh shut up!” Peter shouted. Manta threw its harpoon at Shadow Raven’s head but the black mecha vanished, leaving Tracks on all fours and Angel struggling to regain her composure.

‘I knew it…’ Peter thought, ‘…She’s just a rookie.’ Suddenly, the older pilot felt a pain in the back of his head as Shadow Raven’s clawed feet met with Manta’s head casing, sending the Destinizer to the ground. The black mecha then proceeded to slash into Manta’s metal body, the claws drawing out thick, slimy fuel. “STOP IT!” Angel screamed and Tracks tackle-hugged Shadow Raven but the villain turned the situation around, now holding the pink-and-white robot in a bearhug. “Got you my dear,” Shadow Raven smirked before looking towards Manta, “Goodbye for now, thank you for this lovely prize.” The black robot’s wings expanded to their full length and it took off into the sky, tightly gripping onto Tracks. Manta reached towards them with struggling effort. Inside, Peter’s face was full of pained fury, now half exposed by his demolished visor. “I’ll kill you…I’ll kill you…” he said in a weak voice, “…Kill you…kill you…kill you…” With that, his eyes closed and he lost consciousness.


“How are Pilot Simpson’s life signs?” Maria asked, her face serious. It had been an hour since the battle and Peter was lying unconscious in the LPF Hospital Wing, attached to an intravenous drip with an oxygen mask over his face. Maria was now standing in the seven-tier control room known as Vision-1. Up on the seventh tier, Commanders Han Winterheart and Jason Marlon looked on as the battle was replayed on several large monitors. “Dr. Kane,” Maria looked at the LPF chief technician. While she was just coming out of her 20s, Dr. Alison Kane looked stunning with her glassy green eyes and chocolate brown hair cut just above her shoulders. “He’ll live,” said the older woman, “However he suffered some trauma to the head and spine so he’ll be out of action for a while.” “And what’s the status of Destinizer Manta?” Maria asked. “It’s in the repair bay, it took some heavy damage from that Shadow Raven,” Dr. Kane replied, “And anyway, it’s useless without the pilot possessing the correct brainwaves.”

“And my own mecha?” the girl continued. “Destinizer Lycan is still going under construction,” Dr. Kane said, looking down at her clipboard, “I am afraid it’ll take another month before completion.” “****!” Maria snapped, “One of my pilots is comatose and the other has been kidnapped. We need to initiate a rescue mission.” “But…” Dr. Kane closed her eyes for a moment then looked at Maria, “Lieutenant Rodriguez…we can’t use the Prototype.” “Just why not?!” Maria demanded. “It’s too dangerous,” Dr. Kane was beginning to lose her patience, “Last time we tried to establish a link with a pilot, the machine went insane.” “It’s our only choice,” Maria frowned, “I want you to find someone with the correct brainwaves to pilot the first Destinizer.”

“Who the Hell are you to order me?” Dr. Kane shouted, “You’re just a little girl!” “I’m 18 years old!” Maria shouted back, “And I’m ordering you as leader of the Destinizer squadron!” “Do it,” came a dark, flat voice from above. Dr. Kane looked up at Commander Winterheart, who was now standing on the seventh tier, “Commander? You can’t be serious!” “Do it,” Winterheart repeated, “Lieutenant Rodriguez is correct; we must find a suitable pilot for the prototype. Do I make myself clear?” “…Crystal, sir…” Dr. Kane murmured, “…Alright…prepare the Destinizer for pilot initiation.” “Yes ma’am,” said the surrounding technicians.

Soon, Dr. Kane and Maria were stood before a great shadowed being held fast by reinforced titanium girders. “Why did it go crazy?” Maria asked, looking to the older woman. “We believe that we were slightly off when we chose the original pilot,” Dr. Kane replied, “It seems that since the pilot’s brainwaves must match the artificial ones within the Destinizer and we failed to note a slight fluctuation, the machine was struggling to make a connection. The pilot suffered great mental trauma from the forced connection and thus, the Destinizer’s own AI systems lost the conduit connecting thought and action. The Destinizer worked on instinct alone…violent, monstrous instincts that nearly tore the original base on Earth apart and the pilot’s body somehow went through rapid degeneration. All we found inside was a skeleton and test DI Suit.”

“Are all Destinizers on the same system?” Maria went on. “Yes,” Dr. Kane nodded, “The others were built from modifications to the original design and each was adapted for different reasons but…this is the most advanced robot in the universe. I doubt even Shadow Raven can match up to it.” “I just hope we can locate the suitable individual,” Maria muttered, “Otherwise the GWG will use this time to make their assault. We’d all be killed.” ‘I know…’ Dr. Kane thought, looking at the younger woman, ‘…She was so concerned for Pilot Simpson.’ Her thoughts drifted back to when they found Destinizer Manta lying in ruins on the ground.

Maria Rodriguez had been the first to leap right out of their recovery ship and towards the Destinizer however she was unable to open the cockpit. When they managed to force open the cockpit in the Destinizer’s artificial heart, Maria had held onto Peter’s unconscious form, almost in tears.

‘…Does she feel for him…?’ Dr. Kane thought to herself. However, she drove those thoughts from her mind and looked up at the shadow-covered Destinizer prototype and muttered, “…Our search begins. We’ve activated a beacon that will lead us right to the suitable pilot.” “Right,” Maria nodded. “Dr. Kane,” said a voice behind the two women. The older one turned to see a man in his mid-20s wearing the LPF uniform, his hair jet black with a hint of grey and his eyes a light hazel colour. “How goes it Anthony?” Dr. Kane asked, addressing the technician Anthony Wilde. “We’ve already located the pilot,” Anthony replied, “He’s in Lunarbridge.” “Understood,” Dr. Kane nodded, “Prepare a recovery team shuttle at once.” “Ma’am,” Anthony saluted before leaving the chamber.

Maria passed a glance towards the darkened prototype and smiled slightly, “…If all goes well…the monster may very well become a man.”

Closing Theme: ‘Solitary Man’ by HIM

Next time on Destinizer…
Angel has been taken by the fiendish Razorwire and Peter is incapacitated in hospital. With all this trouble happening so early, have the careers of the Destinizer pilots ended before ever truly beginning? And the search for the prototype’s new pilot begins but will he be able to control such a monster machine?
To find out, watch the next episode of Destinizer: The Third Soldier Of The Sky.

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DESTINIZER
Dai Jinzo Ningen Tai Destinizer / Giant Artificial Human Force Destinizer

03. THE THIRD SOLDIER OF THE SKY

Opening Theme: ‘Number of the Beast’ by Iron Maiden – excerpt

The spike-covered satellite hung in space, looking like an icy monster. Deep within the lower levels of GWG HQ, Angel Arrow was sitting against the wall of her cell, crying. She was dressed in ruined, pink rags that were designed to deliberately show off much of her cleavage and legs. At that, all if really covered was her arms and a portion of her torso. Angel’s face was smudged and her hair was messy, no longer kept tidily as it once was. Her glasses lay shattered on the floor nearby, crushed underfoot. The door of the cell slid open and Angel looked up to see a man in a black-and-silver DI Suit. “Hello my pretty,” ‘Razorwire’ Dracul whispered in a cruel way. “Please leave me alone,” Angel said weakly, trying to squeeze herself into the corner of her cell. Razorwire’s visor slid up, revealing deathly pale skin with black, four-point stars painted around his eyes and black on his lips. The maniac removed his DI Suit’s helmet, allowing his long black hair to unfurl. He moved towards Angel and knelt before her, blocking any method of escape.

“Please…” Angel whispered with fear as Razorwire cupped her cheek in his right hand, resting his left hand against the wall. The pilot of Shadow Raven pressed his mouth over his captive’s, causing the girl to let out a muffled squeak of horror. Tears ran down her face as Razorwire broke away. “That was just for starters,” he whispered maliciously in her ear, “We can do the rest later.” As Razorwire left the cell, picking up his helmet on the way, all that could be heard in the shadows was Angel’s sobs.


The LPF recovery shuttle flew over the surface of Earth’s moon, passing over the cities. About 7 or 8 years back, the governments of Earth had decided to install gravity and oxygen generators in both Venus and the moon. These generators were linked via an invisible laser array to Earth and worked with no problems. So successful was this idea that they then began creating cities on the new colonies. “We’re coming up to Lunarbridge now ma’am,” said Anthony Wilde. He and Harry Wilde, his brother and co-worker, were piloting the boxy vehicle over the colonised moon. “Understood,” Dr. Alison Kane replied before turning to Maria Rodriguez, “You, me and Cyan will go down to Lunarbridge to receive the chosen pilot.” Maria nodded. Nearby, Dr. Kane’s assistant was sitting out of the way, typing at her laptop. Cyan McCormack was in her very early 20s and had short hair dyed indigo and blue eyes full of purity. She had been working with Dr. Kane’s department since she was 18 and enjoyed learning from her mentor/mother figure. “Cyan,” Dr. Kane spoke to her assistant, “Get yourself ready, we’ll be descending soon.” “Yes ma’am,” Cyan saluted.

Anthony took hold of the radio of the shuttle, “This is Anthony Wilde of the Life Protection Front requesting permission to land. Am carrying a recovery team.” “This is Belle Farraday of Lunarbridge Mission Control,” came the female reply over the radio, “Permission granted.” With that, Anthony and Harry steered the box-like recovery shuttle onto the flight path of Lunarbridge, capital of the moon. A vertical line appeared near the bottom of the shuttle’s otherwise blank side and opened, revealing a hidden door that led inside. Maria, Dr. Kane and Cyan descended from the shuttle, landing on the metallic street below. They were immediately approached by a youthful woman with metallic skin, silvery lips and glassy eyes. She was dressed in a purple jacket and dress, black high heels and a white shirt beneath the jacket. Her hair was brown and reached her shoulders. “An android…” Cyan muttered in awe. “A-hem, bio-android,” Belle corrected. “Are you the same Belle Farraday associated with the Angloman programme?” Dr. Kane asked. “Indeed,” Belle nodded, “My husband was Green Dublin. I’d just like to know why a recovery team has come to this city when for all my knowledge, we have nothing of the LPF’s.” “We’re here to recruit a new pilot for the Destinizer programme,” Maria said flatly, “I’m afraid we can’t talk now – this is important.”

Belle watched the trio took their leave, walking into the city. Cyan was gripping a tracking device of some sort in both hands, seemingly leading. “He’s close,” she said, “Very close.” At the other end of the street, a small group of teens were talking about a concert they had seen recently.

“I’m telling you,” one of them insisted, “Nothing beats HIS.” “I never thought a tribute band could become so famous,” said another one, “Or last so long!” “I’ll say,” said a third, “They’ve been going for over a decade.” “With age comes wisdom,” said the first in a mock upper class accent. The fourth wasn’t saying anything, but that was no doubt due to the earphones blocking them out. He had a few freckles dashed over his face and nose, blonde hair in a messy ponytail and a few unintentional spikes at the front. His dark, turquoise eyes seem to glisten in the light overlooking the city. His clothing was mostly denim with a white shirt in the very centre. Perched on his head was a denim baseball cap turned back-to-front.

He was listening to a CD of a rock band that began in 2005, mostly Gothic in nature they were known as ‘Cenobyte’, after the demons that could be summoned via puzzle box in mythology. “Excuse me,” said a woman’s voice. Jimmy removed his earphones and looked up at the trio of women before him. “Are you Jimmy Hart?” said the middle girl, who had indigo hair and crystalline blue eyes. “Yeah, what about it?” the boy asked. “We’d like you to come with us,” said the youngest, who had auburn hair and more serious blue eyes. “Sounds like I got lucky,” Jimmy joked and while this earned a laugh from his friends, the trio of women were unamused.
“We need you to take part in our Destinizer programme, only someone whose brainwaves match that of Destinizer can use it,” said the eldest woman, who had chocolate-coloured hair and green eyes. ‘Does this mean the prototype’s an idiot…?’ Maria thought to herself with chagrin.

“What do I get out of this?” Jimmy asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’ll be defending the entire galaxy,” said Cyan. “I’m not interested,” Jimmy said flatly, “What’s the galaxy ever done so that I should stick my neck out for it?” “You selfish boy,” Maria narrowed her eyes, “People are in danger and you expect to earn something for saving them?” “Why should I do anything for your stinkin’ establishment?!” Jimmy demanded, “The establishment ruined the O-Zone, poisoned nature, even humiliated those who had different opinions!” “What are you talking about?!” Maria snapped, raising her fist in anger. “You touch Jimmy and I’ll shove that beret down your throat!” one of Jimmy’s companions, an African-American boy spoke. “Get out of my way punk,” Maria scowled. “Ya think ya’ll can take me?” the black boy smirked, prancing slightly on his heels. As Maria and her new opponent stared each other down, Cyan knelt down beside Jimmy, who was once again sitting against the wall. “Look,” she said sweetly, “I know I can’t force you, but only you can pilot this Destinizer – please. There’s more than just the galaxy here. There’s a scared, innocent girl up there no older than you are and God knows what they’re doing to her.” Jimmy took all this in and looked down at the ground beneath him. Dr. Kane had since broken up the fight and Maria had managed to calm down by the time Jimmy finally answered.

“…I’ll do it…”

Cyan smiled in relief and in a surprise move, hugged him for a moment. He then helped Jimmy stand, the boy looked to his friends. “I’ll be back,” he said in an Arnold Schwarzenegger impression and grinned. After their goodbyes were said, the boy followed the trio of LPF officers to their recovery shuttle.


As they made the trip back to the LPG HQ, Jimmy looked at Maria who was sat opposite him. “How did someone so young get to be involved in all this?” he asked. “…Can I trust you not to tell anyone?” Maria looked at him. She didn’t know why, but Maria could see the good in this boy, the way Cyan’s revelation had convinced him, maybe under that obnoxious, obviously rebellious demeanour, was a good soul. Their eyes met and Jimmy didn’t even have to nod for Maria to know she could trust him. She said simply in a quiet voice, “…I do it for revenge.” Jimmy didn’t ask anymore questions, he had a feeling that asking Maria had struck a nerve.


“You have served me well Razorwire,” the shadow-covered form of Supreme Commander Luke Delgado smiled, “You and your Shadow Raven proved more effective than any of my other creations. And taking the pilot of Destinizer Tracks for yourself…simply so bold.” “Thank you sir,” Razorwire smiled, “I’m glad I could serve you sir.” That’s when Conner Chester emerged from the darkness, scowling, “I will not tolerate this…creature on my force.” “It is not your decision to make Chester,” Delgado frowned, “Razorwire is not nor will he ever be under your command. He is under a more elite chain of command.” “But sir! I was not aware of this!” the GWG Deputy Commander cried. “Silence!” Delgado boomed, “I expected better of my direct heir.” Chester withdrew from his master. “That’s good,” Delgado smiled then turned towards Razorwire again, “As leader of my new elite force, you realise that this puts much more responsibility on you.” “I will do anything for the Galactic Warfare Guild,” Razorwire saluted. “Such a charming creature,” Delgado chuckled.


Jimmy now stood on the edge of a docking platform as Angel and Peter did not long before. He was wearing the armoured harness and wristband, his ones a sky blue colour. “Ok Pilot Hart,” said Dr. Kane, “Pilot Arrow’s life is depending on the success of this mission. Do you think you can handle it?” “I…I’ll try,” Jimmy gulped. He didn’t know how to pilot this metal creation, all he had was the brief overview that Dr. Kane gave him just minutes before. “A…Activating Digital Interface Suit now,” he gulped and prepared himself.

Jimmy twisted the dial on his wristband and blue energy flashed around him. The rounded shoulders moved outwards and slid down to cover his hands, leaving white jumpsuit sleeves over his arms, white gloves covering his hands with blue armour over the fingers. A blue belt snapped onto his waist from behind, an ‘S’-shaped buckle appearing in the centre. The rest of his white jumpsuit descended from beneath his chest armour, covering his torso, waist, legs and feet. Blue armour appeared over his feet. Jimmy then held his right arm over his chest as a white helmet materialised over his head, his face still exposed. The helmet had a white antenna on both sides and a blue ‘S’ on the forehead. Finally, a blue visor slid down, covering his face.

As his transformation ended, Jimmy stepped towards the edge of the docking platform as an escalator emerged from the shadows below, attaching to the platform and allowing the boy to descend. He came to a stop at the back of some great metal colossus, the back of its head opened. Jimmy stepped inside, sitting down in the lone seat, which then vanished down on an elevation platform and came to a stop in the heart of the mecha. As the chair locked itself into place, a plug extended from the seat and inserted itself into the socket on the back of the helmet. Jimmy’s feet rested on the pedals and his fingers wrapped around the butterfly handles, the weapons console sliding into place in front of him.

In Vision-1, Cyan looked up from her computer screen and turned to Dr. Kane, “Pilot life signs are stable, brainwave pattern met.” “Excellent,” said Dr. Kane, “Prepare to launch the prototype, Destinizer Sky!” The girders around the mighty machine came away and Destinizer Sky walked into the light. This Destinizer was primarily blue with white accenting and a semi-rounded head casing. The Destinizer’s visor-like ‘eye’ glimmered in the light. Like Manta and Angel, its name was printed on the left side of its head in jet black. Jimmy’s eyes narrowed as a look of determination came onto his face, “…I’m going to be a hero.”

The huge reinforced titanium doors before Destinizer Sky slid open and the blue-and-white robot emerged. “Activate flight mode,” Jimmy pressed the correct button on the console and a segment of Sky’s back moved outwards, revealing a black slot on either side. In a rush of power, two blue-and-white wings emerged, giving their owner the look of a new age angel. Sky raised its hand upwards until they were vertical and the wings flashed, allowing the goliath to take off into space.

Closing Theme: ‘Solitary Man’ by HIM

Next time on Destinizer…
The prototype Destinizer Sky seems to have been tamed but the rescue mission is interrupted by Razorwire Dracul and Shadow Raven. Can Jimmy and Sky find unity to defeat this insane warrior and his demonic mecha?
It’s in the next episode of Destinizer: Warriors Of Day And Night.

[Specium Ranger]

DESTINIZER
Dai Jinzo Ningen Tai Destinizer / Giant Artificial Human Force Destinizer

04. WARRIORS OF DAY AND NIGHT

Opening Theme: ‘Number of the Beast’ by Iron Maiden – excerpt

The huge reinforced titanium doors before Destinizer Sky slid open and the blue-and-white robot emerged. “Activate flight mode,” Jimmy pressed the correct button on the console and a segment of Sky’s back moved outwards, revealing a black slot on either side. In a rush of power, two blue-and-white wings emerged, giving their owner the look of a new age angel. Sky raised its hand upwards until they were vertical and the wings flashed, allowing the goliath to take off into space.

Jimmy gripped the butterfly handles tightly, feeling a sort of fluid sensation in his mind. “You will feel some disorientation,” came the voice of Dr. Kane. A little surprised, Jimmy looked straight forward. A square of light with a green border had appeared over the view screen, showing Dr. Kane in Vision-1. “It’s all a side-effect from your first interface,” she went on, “Don’t worry, it’ll pass.” “I hope so…” Jimmy muttered, “…Feels like my brain’s melting.” “Just concentrate on getting to the GWG HQ,” Dr. Kane replied, “You have to rescue Pilot Arrow.” “Right,” Jimmy nodded, keeping his gaze straight forward. Suddenly, something small and black appeared in the centre of the view screen, rapidly growing…or coming straight at him.

“JIMMY!” Dr. Kane cried, “GET OUT OF THE WAY NOW!” “Wha?!” Jimmy didn’t move in time as Shadow Raven impacted with Destinizer Sky. The blue-and-white robot spun around like a top. Inside Shadow Raven, Razorwire sweatdropped, “This is the mighty Destinizer Sky?” “Cheap shot punk,” Jimmy scowled and slammed a button with his clenched fist. Destinizer Sky’s left shoulder compartment flipped open and a giant, metal replica of a sword grip extended from within. Sky grabbed the giant katana grip and pulled, a blade of blue particle energy coming with it. As the shoulder compartment closed up again, Destinizer Sky posed with its particle sword. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Jimmy cheered, “Ok Evil-Man, bring it on!” Another square of light appeared, showing a man in a black-and-silver DI Suit, the belt buckle and forehead decoration resembling an ‘SR’. “So you’re the scumbag piloting that thing,” Jimmy frowned, narrowing his eyes.

“I am Razorwire Dracul,” the man said in a strange voice, “And it is my mission to eliminate you stupid Destinizer pilots. But of course, I could spare you if you joined up.” “NEVER!” Jimmy roared, “I’LL NEVER JOIN YOU!” “Didn’t you hear kid?” Razorwire smirked, “Honour and chivalry are dead…and now you’re going with it!” Shadow Raven’s wings readjusted themselves to they rested over the robot’s shoulders, aiming straight forward. A rapid assault of missiles fired out but Destinizer Sky quickly deflected most of the shots with its katana, dodging the others.


“This is incredible!” Cyan gasped, “Dr. Kane! Pilot Hart just found union with his Destinizer for that moment!” “But that’s impossible,” Dr. Kane muttered, “It should take at least two months of severe training before mental unity can be established.” “Well I think he just broke that rule,” Cyan replied and then her face appeared on Jimmy’s view screen, “You can do it kid! Come on! Beat that overgrown parakeet!”


Jimmy’s grip tightened even more on the butterfly handles and he glared at Shadow Raven, “Let’s end this!” Sky raised its katana and launched towards Shadow Raven but the villain pulled back. Razorwire pressed a button on the weapons console and Shadow Raven’s back opened. The black robot reached back with both hands and pulled out two modified Omega-3s. Shadow Raven opened fire from its blasters but Sky crossed its arms and a blue shield of light in the shape of a bird appeared, deflecting the hits. Sky lowered its shield and rapidly slashed at Shadow Raven, cutting into its right forearm. Razorwire screamed as if his own arm had been cut and Shadow Raven dropped the right Omega-3, which Sky proceeded to catch.

The blue-and-white robot spun upwards and then took aim with the Omega-3, firing several shots. One hit Shadow Raven on the chest and another impacted on its weak arm, causing it to flop uselessly. “You miserable little brat,” Razorwire coughed, “I’m gonna dismember ya.” Shadow Raven vanished in a flash. Jimmy looked around, beginning to worry, “Where’d he go?” Shadow Raven reappeared behind Sky and grabbed both its hands, holding them out to the sides as far as possible. Jimmy’s own hands stretched out, away from the controls. “How’s this for a morning stretch?” Razorwire mocked as Shadow Raven planted its foot into Sky’s back and began to push while pulling its arms.

Jimmy roared in agony as the connection with Sky forced him to undergo the same torture. Sparks flew from Sky’s back and joints as Shadow Raven continued pulling and pushing. “NO! THE PAIN!” Jimmy screamed, “STOP IT! OH GOD! STOP IT!” “Yes, scream young boy,” Razorwire whispered, “Feed me your pain.” Black and red fluids began to pour from Sky’s wounds. “Have…to…move…” Jimmy growled through his agony, forcing his hands back towards the butterfly handles and holding them with all he could. “Get…OFF OF MEEEEEEEEEEEE!” he screamed in God’s own fury. Sky tore itself free but some of its metal casing remained in Shadow Raven’s hands. The blue-and-white Destinizer turned and slashed its particle katana down and silver sharp pain ran through Razorwire’s body. Jimmy watched as in an explosion of red and shards of black metal, Shadow Raven’s right arm and a portion of its torso fell away.

Sky put its hands up but that didn’t stop it from being doused in the gooey red liquid. “That is too disgusting…” Jimmy winced. Suddenly, Shadow Raven’s remaining hand shot out on chains, gripping Sky’s throat tightly and dragging it down. “Die…” Razorwire spat through his own pain, his right arm hanging limply, “…Die…Die…Die…Die…” The clawed hand dug deeper into Sky’s neck and Jimmy felt his own neck beginning to grow soggy with blood. The Destinizer pilot coughed, “I don’t wanna die…I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Destinizer Sky’s faceplate ripped open to reveal razor sharp teeth and it brought up its Omega-3, pressing the barrel to Shadow Raven’s head.


“Oh my God!” Cyan fell back as the readings went off the scale, “Perfect unity has been achieved! The panic must have jolted Jimmy’s brainwaves and…brought his mecha to life!”


Sky let out a low roar that sounded vaguely like ‘Kill’ before it squeezed the trigger. Razorwire let out a bloodcurdling scream as Shadow Raven’s head was vaporised and blood erupted like a gusher from his own face. Shadow Raven became limp and Sky picked up the black robot, tossing it far away into the vacuum of space. Sky’s mouth seemed to fade as the jaws closed to become a faceplate once more. Inside, Jimmy was panting for breath, his hands gripping the butterfly handles so tightly his palms were bleeding. His DI Suit had taken on a navy colour from being sodden. “Jimmy!” Dr. Kane’s face appeared on the view screen, “Pilot Hart! Report!” “I’m…ok…” Jimmy coughed a reply, spraying more blood on his visor, “…I’ll…bring back Angel Arrow…”

He willed his giant mecha to move around and head for the now much closer GWG HQ. The bloody fight against Razorwire and Shadow Raven had brought him closer than either of them even realised. “I’m picking up her heat signature…” the boy muttered, “…She’s right above me.” Destinizer Sky’s hands reached up to the GWG HQ hovering above it. Small blades emerged on the tips and sides of its fingers, tearing into the metalwork.

Inside, Angel Arrow squeezed herself into the corner of her cell as the vacuum of space began to weakly pull at her. She watched as Destinizer Sky’s head entered and a line appeared in the back of its head, allowing the door to form and slide open. “Get…in!” Jimmy called up weakly and after only a moment’s hesitation, Angel did as she was told, clambering into the Destinizer as it shut behind her. She went down the emergency rungs jutting from the side of the tunnel left by the elevation platform until she came to the cockpit. Angel saw the state Jimmy was in, “Oh you poor boy…” “I…can make it…just relax…” the boy said with effort and Destinizer Sky took off back towards the LPF HQ. Seeing him struggle to keep control, Angel stood behind him and put her hands on his, helping him steer. Jimmy closed his eyes.

Closing Theme: ‘Solitary Man’ by HIM

Next time on Destinizer…
A month later, Peter and Jimmy recover from their severe injuries and Angel attempts to befriend the third pilot. However, a new and deadly evil arises in the form of a giant robot spider thought long destroyed. Can Angel overcome her chronic arachnophobia in time to destroy the beast?
Find out in the next episode of Destinizer: 8 Legs Of Terror.

[Specium Ranger]

DESTINIZER
Dai Jinzo Ningen Tai Destinizer / Giant Artificial Human Force Destinizer

05. 8 LEGS OF TERROR

Opening Theme: ‘Number of the Beast’ by Iron Maiden – excerpt

Destinizer Sky and its pilot Jimmy Hart had successfully rescued Angel Arrow while a task force broke in and retrieved Destinizer Tracks before it could be melted down for its materials. It also seemed that Sky had put an end to the psychotic Razorwire.

One month later…

Peter Simpson walked down the metal corridor, limping slightly. He had a serious look in his eyes and was headed for the Great Chamber. When he finally made it in, Jimmy was sitting on the leather chair in the corner. “Hart,” he said flatly. “What? Do you wanna shout at me to?” Jimmy asked timidly, “Lieutenant Rodriguez shouted at me for spending too much time fighting Razorwire, my family shouted at me for putting myself in danger, even Angel shouted at me because I insisted on trying to pilot Sky alone.”

“I’m not here to shout at you Jimmy,” said Peter, “You saved Pilot Arrow and you put an end to a deadly lunatic. I came here to say…good work kid.” Jimmy smiled slightly, “…Thank you.” “You know you make a perfect balance to this team,” said Peter, “You’re a rebel Jimmy. I know about how it went when Maria, Cyan and Dr. Kane found you. You don’t believe in routines and procedures…you sound like a fun guy to have around.” “People have said that on a number of occasions,” Jimmy replied, “But this…that metal monster…it scares me.” “Destinizers are mysterious indeed kid,” said Peter, “But they can never hurt you. Hell, they can’t even move without us. Just remember that the Destinizers are just cybernetic organisms. Robots. They’re not living creatures like us.” “I guess you’re right,” Jimmy nodded, “But…why is the stuff fuelling the machines so much like blood.”

Peter sighed before replying, “I don’t understand completely, I was never much for science. But I know that blood is a powerful fuel catalyst. The fuel contains an artificial copy of human blood.” “So what do you do when you’re not here?” Jimmy asked, looking at the older boy. “Art,” Peter replied, “I’m a modern expressionistic artist.” “Sounds like a load of laughs,” Jimmy said sarcastically. Peter shrugged and left the room.


“How go the repairs on Destinizers Sky and Tracks?” Han Winterheart inquired. He and the deputy commander, Jason Marlon, were in the supreme leader’s office as Dr. Alison Kane stood opposite them. Winterheart was an aged yet powerful figure. His white hair, gelled back, glistened in the light of the ceiling lamps and his dark eyes peered out from chiselled, stern features. “Repairs are just about complete sir,” Dr. Kane replied, “All we need to do is make up for the vital fluids lost in the fight with Shadow Raven, which shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours.” “Good,” Winterheart nodded, “I want all our forces prepared for the next attack.” “On the subject of our forces,” said the much younger Jason Marlon, “What is the status of the fourth Destinizer?”

Dr. Kane looked at Deputy Commander Marlon. He was little older than she was, probably only two or three years her senior with chestnut hair and yellowish, alluring eyes. It was a mystery how someone barely out of their 20s had risen to the rank of vice commander. Then again, Jason had always been the best. He’d surpassed everyone during even his early training. “…Fourth Destinizer is still undergoing final modifications…it should be ready by the end of the week,” said Dr. Kane. “Good, we’ve put a lot of money into a heavy assault model,” Marlon explained flatly, “What we don’t understand is that those fit to pilot Destinizers are hardly out of puberty.”

“It’s my own hypothesis that the Destinizers have constantly ecstatic brainwave patterns,” Dr. Kane reported, “And only someone’s mind is equally ecstatic is able to find some form of unity with the mecha.” “This is a dangerous operation,” Winterheart murmured, “We’re asking children to put their lives on the line for this.”


Angel Arrow looked at the boy sitting on the chair in the Great Chamber. The pink-haired girl knelt beside him, resting her hand on his forearm. Jimmy Hart shivered slightly at the touch and looked at her. “Oh…hey,” he said with a forced smile. “Hi,” Angel smiled back, her eyes bright behind her glasses, “Look um…I’m really glad you saved me. I really wanna get to know you. So…tell me…what’s living on the moon like?” “Aside from the light being fake?” Jimmy shrugged, “It’s ok…not much different to Earth until you leave the city. That’s when you’re not on the artificial gravity anymore.” “You go out of the city often?” Angel asked. “Nope,” Jimmy shook his head, “The dam establishment put up invisible walls to stop anyone leaving the cities by means other than the connection bridges.”

“You’re really into this ‘hate authority’ thing aren’t you?” Angel smiled, fascinated by a boy. One half of her told her that Jimmy was no better than a desperate priest doing his best to hold onto a dead religion. The other said he was just a complex figure who wanted more freedom than ‘the establishment’ allowed him. Was he fighting his own personal war? A war for freedom? Perhaps authority had indeed corrupted the minds of the superiors and all those historic battles for control, those victories over the enemies were for nought. Then a dreadful feeling began to fill out in the pit of Angel’s stomach…would victory over the GWG be for nought?

“I don’t hate authority,” Jimmy told her, “…I just…want things to be different.” “We all do Jimmy,” Angel nodded, “We all do. Anyway…I just wanted to say it again…thank you very much.” She pressed her lips softly to Jimmy’s cheek, the blonde boy’s turquoise eyes widening at the contact. Both teens looked at each other, their faces turning a light shade of crimson.


Meanwhile, down on Earth, something rested in a dormant state, deep within a set of catacombs. While covered by shadow, the thin ray of light emitting from an approaching flashlight revealed it was built to resemble a spider. Constructed of grey metal, the letters ‘GWG’ printed in red on its forehead, the mechanical black widow was a thing of pure horror. A man in a black leather suit and facemask emerged from the shadows and removed some sort of controller from his pocket. “Live again Shelob,” he said in a strong Japanese accent, “Live again and reign glorious destruction in the name of your masters.” Shelob’s eight eyes, which were once black and empty, lit up with an evil, luminous red colour. The Japanese man departed before the monstrosity could see him. Shelob clicked its pincers together and pierced the ground above with its front legs, proceeding to climb upwards, forcing the terra firma apart as it continued ascending.

The gaggle of eyes seemed to burn with hatred. Hatred so cruel and unloving that even the Devil would wince. Up above, the roads of Bolton-2 exploded and the giant spider emerged. People watched in terror and in their flurry of panic, they began to run. Shelob clicked its metal fangs together, letting out a metallic roar.


Only minutes later, the LPF had been alerted to this disturbance and the three Destinizer pilots were on the docking platforms in the Destinizer bay. “Pilots,” said Dr. Kane from Vision-1, “The disturbance has been contained in Bolton-2 by our enforcement agents but you must destroy it as quickly as possible.” “Understood,” Jimmy nodded before the trio raised their wristbands.

“Activating Digital Interface Suits now!”

Like before, their harnesses transformed into their pilot suits and their helmets materialised around their heads. The trio stepped onto the now attached escalators which took them into the heads of the three Destinizers. The pilots seated themselves and were taken into the very hearts of the robots.
The holding bay doors opened and the Destinizers emerged, Manta and Tracks descending with attached VTOL engines and Sky taking the lead.


“Dr. Kane,” said Maria, “Can we get a visual on the target?” “Affirmative,” Dr. Kane nodded, “Bring up a visual on the intended target!” The monitors flashed to show the wreckage of Bolton-2’s central plaza and the mechanical monstrosity within it. “Shelob…” the LPF chief technician muttered. “Shelob?” Maria raised an eyebrow, “As in the giant spider from fiction?” “In a way,” Dr. Kane replied, “Shelob was one of the GWG’s first weapons, before we developed the Destinizer programme. We were unable to destroy Shelob but we drove it deep underground and using an electromagnetic pulse, we were able to shut it down.” “So why didn’t you do that now?” Maria asked. “Because Shelob was predicted to build immunity,” Dr. Kane explained, “It was the first machine to show true adaptability.”

“My God…” was all that could be said by the horrified Lieutenant Maria Rodriguez.


The three Destinizers landed in the ruins of Bolton-2, a revitalised version of a city destroyed in the later days of the Angloman-Darkshot wars. Or at least, it had been revitalised. Now the buildings lay in a mess of debris, concrete, brick and metal littered the ground beneath the giant robots. “So where’s the target?” Angel asked in confusion. Sky readied its modified Omega-3 rifle as Jimmy muttered, “Come on out you goddam motherfu…” His curse was drowned out by a cry of surprise as Sky was catapulted upwards. The ground split open as the giant spider emerged. “Spider!” Angel shrieked, “I hate spiders! I hate spiders! Get it away!” Peter sweatdropped as Tracks began running away from the battle zone. “Blasted rookie,” the eldest pilot growled as he willed Manta towards Shelob, its shoulder cannons emerging.

“Take this you piece of junk!” Peter screamed as the shoulder cannons fired off round-after-round towards Shelob but the attacks only pushed the spider back, not doing any damage. Sky came down with its katana but that too bounced off Shelob’s body. The blue Destinizer drew its Omega-3 and fired several blasts but nothing could damage the monstrosity. “None of our weapons work!” Jimmy snapped, “There has to be some way to beat it!” “Manta’s sensors have picked up a weak spot on the target,” Peter reported, “But we’ll need speed to get to it.” “Where’s the spot?” Jimmy asked. “…Underneath it…” Peter replied, “But the hydraulic systems on that thing work too quickly for either of us and now Angel’s done a runner.”

“Then I have one suggestion,” Jimmy smirked, “HIT ‘ER HARD!” Sky flew straight at Shelob, firing a rapid round of blasts from its Omega-3. The heavy attacks collided with Shelob, only making small scorches in the metal. “What the Hell is that thing made of?!” Jimmy demanded in fury. “1000 layers of irradiated metal,” Peter explained, “The only way we can beat it is to hit the sensitive area of soft metal.” “Irradiated?!” Jimmy snapped. “That’s right!” Peter replied, “Don’t let its pincers touch you or you’ll be infected by its venom!” Suddenly, as if loaded by powerful springs, Shelob’s front legs shot up and grabbed Sky, slamming the blue-and-white Destinizer to the ground. The spider turned around as an array of gun barrels emerged from the rear of its abdomen. White strands of metal launched out, binding Destinizer Sky tightly.

“****!” Peter growled, “Hang in there kid!” Manta opened fire from its shoulder cannons again, “dam you Angel, dam you for being such a coward.” Suddenly, one of Shelob’s legs shot out and sent Manta skidding along the ground before the spider turned towards Jimmy and its fangs came down. The needle-sharp points injected into Sky’s chest and Jimmy felt the pain as if it were his own. As the venom moved through his body, his veins bulged with the contamination. “I don’t wanna die…” he choked out, “…Someone…someone please help me…help me…I don’t wanna die…” Hidden behind the wreckage of a building, Angel watched in fear as the venom flowed into Destinizer Sky and Manta lied in a heap nearby. “…I…I can’t do it…” she squeaked, holding her head, “…I can’t…I can’t…I…I…I HAVE TO!” Her voice was full of fury as she pulled the butterfly handles.

As Manta finally staggered to its feet, it had to step backwards to avoid being hit by Tracks. The pink-and-white Destinizer was rocketing towards Shelob at full speed. The female robot came as close as possible and then went into a sliding move, passing under the spider. Angel saw the corroded metal on Shelob’s underbelly and punched a button on the console. Track’s breast-missiles fired from the chest, impacting on the sensitive spot. Now in pain, Shelob stumbled away and fell onto its back. The fangs now gone, the purplish venom drained out of Sky and at the same time, out of Jimmy. Tracks gripped the titanium webbing and tore it open, freeing the blue Destinizer.

“You took ya time,” Jimmy smirked, “But thanks anyway.” “Now!” Peter shouted, taking command, “Finish it off while it’s exposed!” Sky’s wings emerged and the Destinizer launched into the air, coming down with its katana. The particle blade cut into the corroded plates on Shelob’s underbelly and in a glorious hale of fury, the spider exploded.


“So…the plan failed,” Delgado frowned. Chester and the man who had awakened Shelob stood opposite the old man’s desk. “However,” Delgado went on, “It gave us sufficient time to replenish over lost materials. You two will lead the strike force directly on the Venus colony.” “Understood,” Chester nodded. The other man removed his mask, revealing a Japanese face with a black, thin moustache and beard and black hair in a braid. “I, Wong Yi Seraph,” he said, “Will serve you well Commander.” “Excellent,” Delgado laughed.

Closing Theme: ‘Solitary Man’ by HIM

Next time on Destinizer…
The GWG launches an attack on Aphrodite Cove, the capital of the Venus colonies and the Destinizers are deployed. However the deadly Wong Yi Seraph proves more than a match for the heroes. Can Jimmy, Angel and Peter even hope to defeat a warrior so skilled he can predict their movements?
Stay tuned for the next episode of Destinizer: Way Of The Warrior.

[Shoichi]

hey Specium...it's SPD Officer from JA...just wanted to drop by and say that i've so far read only episode 1, but Destinizer is really a great new idea you got there.

[Specium Ranger]

DESTINIZER
Dai Jinzo Ningen Tai Destinizer / Giant Artificial Human Force Destinizer

06. WAY OF THE WARRIOR

Opening Theme: ‘Number of the Beast’ by Iron Maiden – excerpt

Angel Arrow as a bundle of nerves, but that was putting it lightly. She’d always hated spiders, ever since one bit her on the nose when she was just 6 years old. While not fatal, the bite had left her sick for a week. Right now she was sitting in her LPF HQ quarters. There was a knock on the door, which caused the pink-haired girl to shriek and dive under her bed covers. “Who is it?” she asked in a shaking voice. “It’s me, Jimmy,” came the reply of the American boy. After a moment’s hesitation, Angel emerged from under her quilt covers and opened the door.

“H...Hi Jimmy,” she stammered, now feeling a tad foolish, “Um…you er…wanna come in?” The American boy poked his head into the room, “It’s very er…pink Angel.” “It’s always been my favourite colour,” she admitted, “…So…what are you doing here?” “I’m just checking up on ya,” Jimmy replied, “Dr. Kane told me you’ve got arachnophobia…so going at that Shelob thing took a lot of guts.” “Thanks…” Angel felt her face turning red, “…I’m just glad you were able to beat it.” Jimmy rested his hand on her shoulder, “Angel, if you hadn’t stopped Shelob, I’d be dead right now.” Their gazes met, the two staring into each other’s eyes silently.

“Jimmy…” Angel whispered, “…I…I…”

The moment was destroyed as alarm klaxons went off. “Tell me later!” Jimmy grabbed his fellow pilot’s hand and led her quickly through the corridors to Vision-1.


In the control room above the Destinizer hangar, the three pilots were now gathered in their DI Suits, helmets held underarm. “What’s the situation?” Peter asked. “There’s an attack force at Aphrodite Cove,” Dr. Kane replied, “Get to your Destinizers immediately.” “Right,” the pilots nodded and left the room. Cyan looked on with concern as the teenagers entered the metal giants.

“…Dr. Kane…”
“Yes Cyan?”
“…Can I cancel Lycan’s modifications?”
“Why the Hell would you want to know that?!”
“We’ve been sending children to protect us from our enemies. We’re taking their lives away.”
“We can’t halt Lycan’s modifications even if we wanted to.”
“How come?”
“Because Destinizer Lycan is finished at last.”

Cyan McCormack fell silent as the news sank in then she spoke quietly, “…The Destinizer team…is finally complete.”


In the magnificent, ivory city of Aphrodite Cove, the capital of the Venus colonies, the Destinizers made their final descend, each armed with their respective weapons. Manta was the first to land, its shoulder cannons armed and ready. Tracks came second, wielding a white, Delta-1 beam magnum and LPF Defence Piston-Hammer. Finally came Sky, its modified Omega-3 in one hand and its particle katana in the other.

Circling high above them, just a little way off, was a battalion of GWG Falcons. The brown-and-white robots began to descend, heading straight towards the Destinizers. Sky shot forward to meet them, whipping up the katana in just moments and slicing straight through a Falcon before passing through an explosion of metal, fuel and organic matters. Manta opened fire from its cannons as Tracks shot down another Falcon with her Delta-1. The lead Falcon, piloted by Conner Chester, came towards Sky with its Omega-3 a-blazing. Sky barrel-rolled out of the way and grabbed the Falcon’s head in its hands, attempting to slam the villain into the ground.

However, the Falcon pivoted the attack and grabbed Sky’s head in one hand, aiming its rifle at the Destinizer’s chest. “Goodbye LPF scum,” Chester cackled. “I don’t think so punk,” Jimmy smirked as Sky brought its knee up into the Falcon’s crotch, sending it reeling. Tracks ran towards Manta from behind, leaping up onto the green robot’s shoulders and using that as a prop to launch even higher into the air. The pink robot fired a barrage of shots from the Delta-1. Angel turned her attention of the Piston-Hammer. This weapon was mostly cylindrical, open at one end for the user’s hand to pass through and partially open along the side. Angel could see her robot’s hand gripping the trigger of the Piston-Hammer and pulled the butterfly handgrip. Tracks squeezed the trigger and the far end of the Piston-Hammer shot out on powerful springs, smashing a circular hole through a Falcon. Tracks delivered a shot from the Delta-1 into the wings of another Falcon, forcing the enemy robot to make a clumsy landing on the ground below. Tracks followed and pressed the Piston-Hammer against the Falcon’s head. The female Destinizer once more squeezed the trigger and in a disgusting splash of red, the Falcon’s head was destroyed.

Peter let out a battle-cry as Manta charged forward, blasting the Falcons from the sky. The older pilot stopped his mecha and the upper body began to rotate, firing a rapid barrage of shots that eventually resulted in a perfect ring of Falcons. Peter chuckled, “I call it…Ass Kicked By Simpson!” Sky was cutting down the remaining Falcon Soldiers so only Chester now remained.

The two flying warriors faced off, circling each other menacingly. “You don’t stand a chance boy,” Chester mocked, “I am the deputy commander of the Galactic Warfare Guild.” “Well guess what punk,” Jimmy smirked, “My robot’s better.” Sky brought its fist around, hitting the Falcon hard on the back of its neck, disabling its wing mechanisms. Unable to remain aloft, the GWG robot began plummeting towards the ground below. Tracks stood directly underneath it and when the Falcon was close enough, the pink robot fired its Piston-Hammer. The weapon collided with the Falcon, showering Tracks in red fuel before the villain collapsed to the ground. Chester growled in fury, he was the second-in-command of a powerful organisation yet he’d been defeated twice now. As his vehicle lay there, even the ejector seat failing to accept his commands, Chester felt rage burning deep inside of him.

Suddenly, up above, a hideous buzzing sound was heard. The Destinizers turned their attention to the swarm of several new foes. They were mostly purple with some grey accenting. Humanoid yet with a strong hint towards scarab beetles. “Now what?” Peter muttered as the purple mechas came closer.

The lead one, its role made clear by its long, grey cloak, landed a little bit away and pointed the index finger of its three-digit hand at the LPF robots. “Fear us Destinizers,” said the pilot over the mecha’s audio systems, “We are the GWG Kabuto Attack Force. I am Wong Yi Seraph, elite samurai warrior. Surrender or be terminated!” “Get stuffed ya Japanese bastard,” Jimmy mocked, “We don’t surrender to nobody!” “Very well,” Wong Yi sighed, “Kabuto Force! Attack!” The Kabutoes raced towards the Destinizers, slashing into them with a variety of halberds and scimitars. The Destinizers fell to their knees as fluid leaked out of their torn metal bodies. The pilots were in agony, as if their very flesh had been cut.

“An…gel…” Jimmy croaked out, hearing the girl’s screams over the communication channel. “You…bastard…” Peter groaned, punching the buttons on his weapons console with all his might. Manta fired two final shots from its shoulder cannons before completely collapsing. Wong Yi’s Kabuto reached back, under its purple carapace, drawing out two particle katanas, their white blades glowing. First, he turned his attention to Tracks, the female struggling to even stand. The Kabuto tossed its left katana, cutting straight through Tracks’ right breast, spilling out the red-and-black contents. Angel gripped her own right breast, screaming in agony.

“Angel!” Jimmy screeched. He turned his attention to the caped Kabuto, Wong Yi laughing. The third pilot opened a communication link to his enemy and saw who was inside. Wong Yi was clad in a purple-and-grey DI Suit, his visor not present. Jimmy could see the Japanese face, the thin black moustache and beard, and poking out from the rear of the helmet and dangling over his shoulder was a long, black braid. “You…” Jimmy scowled, forcing Sky to its feet.

“Oh look,” Wong Yi smiled darkly, “The one, lonely warrior stands up to avenge his fallen love.” “What did you say…?” Jimmy’s breath caught in his throat, realising that for some reason, the comment struck close to his heart. “Jimmy…don’t fight him,” Peter managed to cough over the communicator, “That’s what he wants you to do.” “He hurt Angel…now he dies!” Jimmy roared. Sky shot towards Wong Yi’s Kabuto but the beetle robot brought its remaining katana down on Sky’s head, slicing through the top of its casing. Jimmy gripped his temples in pain, trying pathetically to claw through the helmet of his DI Suit. As Sky fell on all fours, the Kabuto raised its weapon as its followers circled around from above.

“Fare thee well Destinizer pilot,” the Japanese warrior spoke in a quiet voice. Suddenly, one of the other Kabuto pilots came in over the communicator, “Sir! We’re under attack! AAAAAAAAAGH!” The screen showed static as two or three of the above robots vanished in a massive explosion. “Who dares?!” Wong Yi demanded as he looked up, only for something heavy to collide with the Kabuto’s face. Another explosion went up, merely pushing the caped robot a step backwards. As the smoke cleared, the Japanese samurai narrowed his eyes to see his assailant, “Who are you?! What manner of mecha is that?!”

Jimmy, Peter and Angel all looked on from the sidelines as a large Destinizer emerged from the smoke. Mostly blood red in colour, complemented with jet black, its head casing was designed like a wolf’s open jaws, its visor eye glaring out of its face with fury. On each of its shoulders were two blood red weapon compartments, four more of them attached to its forearms and shins. Shined, silver claws were attached to its black finger tips.

The air was pierced by a metallic howl as Destinizer Lycan reared its head back, making its presence known to all of Venus. Wong Yi’s tanned face paled, “…Not a machine…but a monster…”

Closing Theme: ‘Solitary Man’ by HIM

Next time on Destinizer…
Wong Yi Seraph and his Kabuto Attack Force may have been able to best Manta, Tracks and Sky, but are they any match for the almighty Destinizer Lycan? With Maria’s lack of mercy, does the Japanese warrior have any hope of survival? And can even the Kabuto’s secondary form save him from the relentless metal monster? The situation doesn’t look good for the GWG.
To see the action, don’t miss the next chilling episode of Destinizer: Wolf’s Bane.