December 12th, 2880 AD
???, Jupiter
9:00 AM Local Time
“Gentlemen, today we gather to mark the new age of the Jovian Federation.”
Gathered together in a luxurious meeting room, resembling something more akin to a ballroom than a meeting room, six older men were seated around an ostentatious conference table. The air itself felt like it was suffocating the poor wait staff flanking the main doors, surrounded by the most powerful men in the entirety of the Federation.
“While I must admit, there have been some minor snags that have forced us to move forward on the timeline, right now, we’re on the cusp of changing history, friends!”
“Today is the day that we begin work on the greatest reboot we’ve ever put forward, is it not?”
The gathered crowd gave a polite, muffled laugh as the middle aged gentleman standing at the head of the table waited to continue.
“We’ve had some excellent work over the past forty years- Heck, I’d even argue it was the best series we’ve had in a while! But as much as I loved the old cast, it’s all obvious that they’ve become… a bit too troublesome, as I’m sure you’ve seen in the reports.”
“So that’s why we begin anew today. A new setting, a new generation- A return to the homeland- The Reclamation of Earth, and the Return of the True Gekiganger. A toast!”
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The Rusted Vultures were just as the name advertised, a scavenger crew that had been planning to reclaim some of the unused materials of Colony Eighteen. It wasn’t anything special, just a derelict station that never even held anyone. It should have just been a simple job that they’d probably forget within the month.
Then the aliens started attacking. Everything had happened so quickly that the crew of the the “Rusty Nail” barely even had a chance to react. A terrible shape emerging from the shell of the colony, spewing forth hundreds of plain yellow drones. They had quickly overwhelmed the crew of the Nail if it hadn’t been for the interruption of two even stranger beasts- two massive Super Robots, rescuing who they could and now just… Struggling to hold the line, well aware of the danger that would come if these creatures made it to a colony.
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“We have boogey’s coming in from below, check your fire!”
Georg howled over the radio, as he forcefully changed the angle of his attack, Zakrello blades extended as he flew beneath a swarm of Batta. It felt like countless drones broke against his MA in a matter of seconds, leaving a trail of debris behind him, freeing another mobile weapon to escape.
“Just get out of here and get help, aight?”
The beaten old variable fighter Georg had saved ignited their engines and just… Launched themselves in the direction of the nearest inhabited colony, another chance at getting some help to stop this invasion.
“Watch out, human!”
Lost in thought and exhaustion, the young pilot had nearly been blown apart by a wall of missile fire if not for the timely rescue by one of the Super Robots who had arrived to help. In an incredible display of power, the beam from it’s chest tore it’s way through the missile barrage, and then through the drones themselves, eliminating at least another scare of them.
“Right, thanks. Aidios, I don’t know how much longer I can go at this point…”
“Don’t worry. We can pull back for the time being and regroup. Akara, Miee Miee, finish what you can and retreat to our position.” The large Tetsujin turned it’s attention across the debris field towards the ever approaching Chulip, where it was surrounded by even more drones. Bursting from behind it in a flash, the second Super Robot on the scene accelerated back towards the other two as they retreated to what they hoped would be a rendezvous point with help-
The Zakrello, the Tetsujin, and the Gekiganger 3.
???, Jupiter
9:00 AM Local Time
“Gentlemen, today we gather to mark the new age of the Jovian Federation.”
Gathered together in a luxurious meeting room, resembling something more akin to a ballroom than a meeting room, six older men were seated around an ostentatious conference table. The air itself felt like it was suffocating the poor wait staff flanking the main doors, surrounded by the most powerful men in the entirety of the Federation.
“While I must admit, there have been some minor snags that have forced us to move forward on the timeline, right now, we’re on the cusp of changing history, friends!”
“Today is the day that we begin work on the greatest reboot we’ve ever put forward, is it not?”
The gathered crowd gave a polite, muffled laugh as the middle aged gentleman standing at the head of the table waited to continue.
“We’ve had some excellent work over the past forty years- Heck, I’d even argue it was the best series we’ve had in a while! But as much as I loved the old cast, it’s all obvious that they’ve become… a bit too troublesome, as I’m sure you’ve seen in the reports.”
“So that’s why we begin anew today. A new setting, a new generation- A return to the homeland- The Reclamation of Earth, and the Return of the True Gekiganger. A toast!”
———————————————
The Rusted Vultures were just as the name advertised, a scavenger crew that had been planning to reclaim some of the unused materials of Colony Eighteen. It wasn’t anything special, just a derelict station that never even held anyone. It should have just been a simple job that they’d probably forget within the month.
Then the aliens started attacking. Everything had happened so quickly that the crew of the the “Rusty Nail” barely even had a chance to react. A terrible shape emerging from the shell of the colony, spewing forth hundreds of plain yellow drones. They had quickly overwhelmed the crew of the Nail if it hadn’t been for the interruption of two even stranger beasts- two massive Super Robots, rescuing who they could and now just… Struggling to hold the line, well aware of the danger that would come if these creatures made it to a colony.
———————————————
“We have boogey’s coming in from below, check your fire!”
Georg howled over the radio, as he forcefully changed the angle of his attack, Zakrello blades extended as he flew beneath a swarm of Batta. It felt like countless drones broke against his MA in a matter of seconds, leaving a trail of debris behind him, freeing another mobile weapon to escape.
“Just get out of here and get help, aight?”
The beaten old variable fighter Georg had saved ignited their engines and just… Launched themselves in the direction of the nearest inhabited colony, another chance at getting some help to stop this invasion.
“Watch out, human!”
Lost in thought and exhaustion, the young pilot had nearly been blown apart by a wall of missile fire if not for the timely rescue by one of the Super Robots who had arrived to help. In an incredible display of power, the beam from it’s chest tore it’s way through the missile barrage, and then through the drones themselves, eliminating at least another scare of them.
“Right, thanks. Aidios, I don’t know how much longer I can go at this point…”
“Don’t worry. We can pull back for the time being and regroup. Akara, Miee Miee, finish what you can and retreat to our position.” The large Tetsujin turned it’s attention across the debris field towards the ever approaching Chulip, where it was surrounded by even more drones. Bursting from behind it in a flash, the second Super Robot on the scene accelerated back towards the other two as they retreated to what they hoped would be a rendezvous point with help-
The Zakrello, the Tetsujin, and the Gekiganger 3.
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