Getterlight, Burn Everbright (Gear)

[MKR]

?? December?
It's dark out
Somewhere where you're not welcome

What even was the meaning of time in a place, a space such as this? Where darkness reigned uncontested where logic seemed to be unwelcome.
How long had it been since they had arrived here? Had any of them counted the hours, the days? Did their watches even work in here or was them turning backwards merely a trick of the green, getter fueled, light?

Ah, light. Something that was supposed to hold no dominion over this realm yet here was that willful thing, that everlasting bastion of man- or whichever species it favored at the time- Getter. In stark contrast to anything else they had found belonging to their home or any other home the taint of Darkness had not turned it against pilots. No black cracks of evil had appeared over the machine or them even.

They seemed to be safe of the malevolent nature of this plane, as long as they remained within the confines of the Getter Robo.
Which brought about the question of food, which became the issue of the 'day' or whatever amounted to it in this abyssal void. How to scour for it, how to get more? How to not starve.
Where to get more, how could one get more when even the beasts were stuffed to the brim with infectious darkness?

However- there, in the distance. Was that a form of light seen over yonder?
Stretching across the 'sky' of this realm, for the first time in what seemed forever the Getter Team found a source of green that was not their own. Whether it was mimicry or reality, stretching out across the dark skies was none other than the Aurora Borealis. Impossibly far away yet perceivably close.

Illuminated distantly by this natural? display were arches of stone and pillars of tainted marble, like a grand Greek amphitheater left to rot and decay.
Dare they hope this... Ruin? Relic? Place was inhabited by people?

 

[Nemesis]

Seti Veasna stared blearily at the screen before her, and tried to keep her focus. It wasn't easy with a foot jammed halfway in her face, and the rip of an enormous snore from above. Two slept while one drove - that was the agreement. If only there were more room for sleeping, she thought, as Sola turned over in her sleeping bag for the hundreth time, letting her head fall into Seti's shoulder once more. How long had they been traveling in the darkness now? It felt like weeks, months, maybe more... She shuddered to think of it, searching for something, anything to distract her.

Something winked in the distance on her screen. She blinked once. Twice. Must be a delusion. A trick of her imagination.

But no, slowly but surely as they approached, the spectacle in the skies widened. As light - true, real, honest to God light brushed her face, Seti shook Sola like a rag doll with one arm, voice slowly rising to an uncharacteristically excited yell:

"Hey. Uh... Hey! Light! LIGHT!"

"Where-!? ARGH!"

There was a loud thud below, and #55 emerged shortly into the cockpit, rubbing her forehead and cursing under her breath. Sola, meanwhile, awoke as gracefully as ever, stretching her arms overhead like a radiant sunflower.

"Buen dia~" She trilled, before also turning her attention on the gateway.

Collectively, they gazed in wonder, each processing their own thoughts before Seti finally spoke, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Where... do you think it goes?"

She was shoved out of the way as #55 leapt back into the pilot's seat excitedly, raising a triumphant fist. No more being chased around in the dark by unseen horrors! The nightmare was finally over!

"Who cares? It can't be worse than here! Let's GO!"

And with absolutely no further prompting, the Getter's cape-like wing fluttered - and it bolted towards the ruin on a jet of emerald green energy, the other two hurriedly scrambling back to their posts...

Trying to ignore the bad feeling stirring at the pit of their stomachs.

 

[MKR]

Anywhere but here, always an interesting statement that assumes one's current position is the worst it could be. One that could always be one of the Getter Rays being greener on the other side. Like a comet, the red was followed by the green as the machine itself made its way into the ruins.
The far green light illuminated through columns, casting light onto the foreigner that made its way in. Only interrupted in the distance by a ginormous sphere of purple and black, outlined by that similar 'light'. Yet calling it luminous felt serendipitous as perhaps the fact that it seemed lit was mere coincidence in this section of the dark that had swallowed them whole.

And now, in the distance a roiling sphere of darkness arose before the trio. A low chuckle followed it, resonating with this realm itself it seemed as it manifested before their very eyes. A solitary eye whose pupil had been splattered across the pavement before being put back in its socket surrounded by sickly yellow flesh and white wings. The thing looked more akin to a bat than anything but even there the comparisons were limited, for that analogy did not explain the lengthy tail at its hind nor the cyclopean nature of the beast.

Let alone, its humongous, smiling mouth from which it began speaking.
"I spy... With my giant eye, three intruders seeking to be devoured!" Gleefully the thing announced its intent, the mouth curving into a smile. "Hee hee hee, canned Aether how delightful." What it would not say however, instead keeping for itself was that it had all the inclination it needed to do this all quickly, before anyone who would wish to take part in this meal of a lifetime took notice. Something which would be happening sooner rather than later.
Why if it devoured something this potent, it could be the master of this realm!
Oh the day when Angra Mainyu was lord and master was near!

With what amounted to formalities out of the way, the one gazer this being held locked onto Getter, the pupil within lighting up and dispelling some more of the dark, but the yellow glow of the eye foreshadowed no enjoyable rays of sunshine but instead a thick beam carving its way across the void to strike Getter in its stomach, right in the bad feeling. A probe of how quickly this 'prey' moved and otherwise how sturdy it was.