Fear the Legacy of Jupiter

[Tackle Jackie]

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.

 

[Nemesis]

Solitary Holding Cell
Omer Research Facility

In a corner of the world, far away from a civilization too kind for their tastes, a figure resided in near darkness, wrapped in tattered clothes. At first, one could be forgiven for thinking they were sleeping, slumped up against the wall - but a pair of eyes like hot coals were nestled within its confines, always awake, always aware, seeking even a moment's opportunity. The objective of this particular prisoner, it seemed, was not escape, as there was nowhere for them to flee too - all that they had known had already been lost - but rather, merely to occasionally remind its Omer-appointed handlers that it was there because it wanted to be, and nothing more.

"Number 55."

There was a voice, and a spark of electronics as magnetic shackles were disengaged. Two bandaged sets of hands flexed as the door to the cell ground open. The warden himself, the director of Omer's efforts, stepped across the threshold. Unlike his underlings, he had nothing to fear - this was a business arrangement, and if there was anything the League did better than any other, it was just that.

"It's your lucky day." He declared, brightly.

Number 55 pulled free the wrappings on her face... and grinned.

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Defense Line

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Already across the Colonies, the League's space forces were mobilizing. Even having been tipped off ahead of time that the Chulip could activate at any moment, finding the ordinance necessary to stop the thing would be different, let alone fully rousing the beast from its slumber. For once, the various heads busied themselves with their own affairs, lending aid to one another where necessary without their customary quarreling, as the greatest military in the solar system began to stir. Already in the distance, one could make out various points of light as defense forces began to assemble...

What they needed was time.

Fortunately, Rowena's warning had given them the chance to prepare sufficient... stopgap measures.

A flare on their sensors would have indicated something approaching at terrific speed. Indeed, something massive careened overhead, shining brightly like a supernova from its tail flare - an ancient rocket, once used to move Super Robots into orbit, a scarred and mothballed ancestor of the modern V.O.B units that carried NEXTs into battle like the chariots of old.

Something was attached to the front of it. Great and cantankerous, boxy and ugly, its frame covered with often mismatching armor plates... and absolutely armed to the teeth.

"Destination reached. Purging."

With a spray of sparks, the armored super robot fell away, allowing its still fuel-laden rocket to accelerate forward towards the masses of drones - a flying bomb that would serve as its opening salvo. In one arm it clasped an enormous gatling gun that was almost as big as itself, on the other, a tremendous anchor-like blade wrapped about its wrist in a chain. The long, threatening barrel of a laser cannon was mounted over its shoulder, with a tremendous and unbalanced-looking rack of missile launchers on its other. The entire assembly was rounded out by saw blade slung across the unit's lower back almost as an afterthought, gleaming beneath its protective clear sheath as it caught the rays of the sun.

"One hundred, two hundred..."

The Full Armor Black Getter looked out upon the Jovian assembly as it approached, two yellow eyes that seemed permanently mad as Hell glaring out from behind its new metal mask with characteristic murderous hatred of all things evil. Number 55... No, rather, Emma Quintella gave a low, unimpressed whistle from within as she cracked her neck. The sight of the strange colored Getter G would have to wait.



For many, this would have been a suicide mission. For her? It was Tuesday.

"You really should have brought more..."

 

[MKR]

There was some cosmic humor to be had in all this, an emergency short term solution requested by the schemers and plotters of the corporations. Just because another army showed up on their doorstep out of nowhere. Sure that part was worrying, because the question of who was attacking them and why was an important one but that was for the suits to figure out. They were paying him to take out the alien invaders and yeah, that was something he could manage. Besides for once there was no delicate dance of managing relations with corporations making sure to not piss one off enough for them to send a NEXT after his shiny ass to get him out of the way.

As such a path was carved among the stars, the VOB carrying the clear white machine across the black void of space. Where, granted he had expected many sights. Just not one like this. A strange getter and a stranger getter. Weren't those things essentially forgotten since folks left Mars? And weren't they supposed to be tinted completely red and not decorated in half a rainbow and black respectively. Either way they didn't get the memo that people preferred the Kojima death particles over the Getter death particles these days. They were more profitable after all.

The man inside the white NEXT stared dead eyed at the two his hair bouncing slightly as the cockpit rattled from the raw force the VOB exerted behind him, or well exerted now in the past tense as the bits and pieces of the booster began to float through space with its work done and the effective clean up method of self destruction having been applied. The White Glint in turn slowing down bit by bit as it approached the crowd outside.

Compared to the others there the NEXT at its measly 10 meters felt like a toddler walking between giants, but still it arrived to participate. Switches were flicked inside the cockpit, identification of the swarm in front of it as the designated target. Take out as many as he could while surviving, the usual deal. As final checks were made segments of the broken VOB passed by, bouncing off the White Glint with a tink unheard in space. What was undoubtedly heard however was that boast. Someone was certainly confident from the sound of it, a multitude of blue lights danced as the White Glint gazed around itself. Assessing for itself the numbers of the enemy.

"What's the situation." He simply asked, the obvious was painted out in front of him. Alien invasion, that was what the fifth in the past three hundred years? It was at the point where a prospect once so terrifying for humanity to bring society to its knees when faked was becoming mundane. Regardless the invaders were being made in some sort of factory or at least arriving through the strange thing in the distance, that gave an obvious target at least and their units looked okay at best so that made easy targets.

The quantity though, was the annoying part. At least he was fast enough that he could try and avoid firing lines.

 

[Tackle Jackie]

"Uh, situation! Shit, uh-"
As two quite frankly terrifying new allies joined into the fray, the Zakrello was a bit overwhelmed. Three Super Robots, a truly intimidating NEXT, and an old clunker of a Mobile Armor were certainly better odds than they had five minutes ago. In fact, the opening blow from the evil looking one looked like it had smashed a good two dozen of the yellow drones before it even exploded, tearing through a good number of the drones- Leaving them in a state of disorder that the group could take advantage of.
"Jovian Forces allied with the Kyo'akk Empire- Or whatever Earthlings call them, are attempting to deliver this Chulip to Earth- I-I'm not quite entirely sure what the plan is from there, considering we didn't catch the whole plan-"
"Miss Nanako!"
"Ah! Yes, we need to do something before they smash through this colony on their way to Earth! Or else kablooey!"

The voice came from the completely foreign robot, with sounding older, almost like a cackling grandmother, of all things. Without warning, it started to drift towards the enemy swarm, clearly charging up some attack. The Getter Dragon followed suit, with the Zakrello hesitantly following. The Chulip seemed to slow down in the distance, and the maw of the machine slowly opening up.
"Now, what we need to do is- Who here remembers episode three of season one-?"

Without warning, a hole in space appeared before the Chulip, and dozens upon dozens more Batta units began to flow out, with a new addition- At least forty lanky, beige frames joining with the rest of the swarm, all now racing towards the heros involved. The batta would open fire with their machine guns, while a quarter of the Raptors would now dash towards the group from the front.​

 

[Nemesis]

On the outskirts, more machines were moving into join the fray. Squadrons of Normals moving in from the Chulip's right flank, their laser rifles traded hastily for heavy GA-made bazookas, letting loose a hurricane of ordinance as more arrived with every passing minute. The lead machine - a spindly, dark-colored NEXT, joined the existing group, sending a friendly greeting as it did so.



"This is Seti Veasna, NEXT Stasis providing backup. Omer Science's main forces are en route. I'm transmitting our agreed upon battle plan-"

"Shove it up your ass."

There was a jet-black blur as the Black Getter surged past, sending the Lynx flying. As Seti grappled with the controls, the dark machine raised its gatling gun - and opened fire, unloading the entirity of its missile loadout in a veritable volcano of ordinance, combined with depressing the trigger of the massive GA-derived cannon as it swept the barrel from left to right across the incoming forces until it was glowing red. Batta machinegun fire pinged harmlessly off its body armor, the Black Getter's visage looking all the more terrifying as it was lit by the cacophony of explosions.

"I don't take orders from corporate cocksuckers! Stay out of my way!"

Seti scowled as Stasis reasserted itself. Flying up the flank of the Super Robot, it began laying down suppressing fire with its dual chainguns, darting back and forth as it tried to keep the more maneuverable Raptors in particular from getting into the Supers' blind spots.

"So you're just gonna fight them all by yourself?"

"I've survived worse!"

"You liar-"

The empty missile container was ejected - and the Black Getter's left hand came up. The dreaded, laser-tipped anchor was extended, swinging around on its chain as a rocket installed on its end ignited. Round and around it went, gathering force before the Super Robot chucked it towards the leading Battas with all the force and fury of a thrown bowling ball after twelve beers.

"Less talking! More fighting!"

"...I hate you already."

 

[MKR]

The what now empire? Moroder was severely confused by the things being described to him.
"Right, so Kayak empire any unit data on them. Talking access to barriers, typical weaponry, size. Anything really." he sighed, he had a looming feeling that he would feel like he was underpaid by the end of this job regardless of what happened beyond this point. But that was part of the job, always more annoying bullshit to deal with, but it paid the bills and then some.

Then one of Omer's lapdogs showed up, adding insult to injury for good measure by existing. Oh great they had an agreed upon battle plan. He couldn't wait to watch five sixteen second mandatory advertisements before the briefing. Oh wait, that only happened to important things that weren't of import to them. Right. The hail of machinegun fire caused the White Glint to whip around, the Primal Armor disintegrating the opening volley. Those other things had to be the so called Kyo'akk. "So, you Getter types." He called out over his comms as the White Glint fulfilled its namesake, shooting forwards towards the ball of enemies in a streak of white. Flicking switches on the inside to ready the various weaponry.

INITIATING CALIBRATION
GENERATOR: OK
BOOSTER: OK
PRIMAL ARMOR: OK
WEAPONS:
...
051ANNR - LEFT-A
063-ANAR - RIGHT-A
SALINE05 - LEFT-B
SALINE05 - RIGHT-B
ALL GREEN
SELECTED WEAPONS: ENABLED

"What's it take to just push that thing out of collision?" Simple was usually best, they had getters best to swing that weight around and toss the thing into the void of space he figured. As Moroder spoke the white mech suddenly diverted to the left, the right SALINE missile capsule opening as it approached the swarm of Battas and their new friends, a barrage of missiles fired from the canister, spreading around to strike as many of the buglike bastards and their pals as possible. "Omer girl." He called out immediately after, "What's the official plan for dealing with the thing popping out armies like nothing."

How this thing, this white machine must boil the eyeballs of corporate pricks all over. MSAC missiles, B&F guns, still powered by a Rayleonard generator with Omer and Algebra to thank for the boosters. Best of all, none of them were the source of the exterior shell. So it wasn't like any one could claim the design as theirs and rake in the success and the one part that couldn't be removed was Rayleonards. For all the baggage this thing brought with it, that was the one part he liked.

 

[Tackle Jackie]

"The silver back units have some sort of force shield around them that can seriously mess up any unit they collide with, I've seen!"
As the Zakrello pilot was trying to explain this, the Normal's arrival was enough to bring a tear to his eye. The glow of bazooka fire lit up danced across hundreds of shining yellow shells, obliterating dozens- No, hundreds of Batta and Raptors, torn to shreds by them and the reckless shooting of the Getter into the horde, it was a thing of beauty. And it only grew more intense as the white NEXT opened fire as well, joining the barrage of fire. It seemed like it devastated the majority of Jovian Units that had been deployed, for the moment at least.
"Oh, you're all just full of vim and vigor, huh. To answer your question young man, I have no idea! But if the four of us in Gekiganger Units- Or uh, Super Robots- can get in close enough to just smash into the side of it, I think we should be able to knock it off! Or maybe cause some serious damage if we're lucky!"
Through the portal, things seemed to darken for just a moment, before six gigantic vessels began to emerge. Massive, violet warships, that immediately began to fire missiles towards the encroaching enemies.

 

[Nemesis]

"We let the Super Robots try and divert the Chulip. That's our best shot. Let's try to clear a path!" Called Seti back to White Glint as the Omer NEXT engaged its Overboost, rocketing forwards in pursuit of the suicidal super.

Fragile danced out, trying to keep pace with the manic Black Getter, which at this point had tossed the gatling cannon aside and was instead firing the laser cannon with one hand, and its machinegun with the other. #55's maniacal laughter echoed in Seti's ears, causing her to wince in pain. Her superiors had instructed her to keep this one under control but...

"YEAAAAH! GET SOOOOME!"

A cacophany of explosions lit up in front of the Getter as it mowed down the closest row of missiles - which then, subsequently, engulfed Seti's NEXT in their fury. Seti gasped - and was treated to the spectacle of her AC's lower body spiraling away into the void. A momentary lapse in concentration, the draining of the particles - and frozen fear filled her veins. The nearest missiles grew closer and closer in her vision, and she thought for sure this was it - that she'd finally bitten off too much. Nobody was here to save her, not even-

"Hola, senoritas!"

A large, crimson shape interposed itself between the spiraling Fragile and the missiles, one colossal arm reaching out to stop her constant tumbling as the projectiles detonated harmlessly against the cape wreathing its body... no, she thought, the Getter Wing.



The voice, though... was unmistakable. It took her a few moments, saying with equal parts dread and excitement to her lost friend, the woman she thought she'd shot down over the sea, the alleged "traitor".

"S-Solana?"

The blonde woman clapped her hands in excitement, beaming a smile that was as radiant as sunshine, just as her name suggested. The smaller Getter-1 regarded the larger Dragon with awe, looking at its younger sibling with reverance as Solana squealed:

"Dios mio, is that a real Getter Dragon? Que guapo!"

With a groan, Fragile's cockpit slid open, and she stepped out into the vacuum as the Getter turned its attention back to her.

"...Did you... come to help me?" Seti asked, still somewhat in shock.

"Well I couldn't just leave you to fight alone, could I? Aqui, aqui!"

At her urging, Seti floated down to the white section of the Getter, its surface parting before her fingers - and within moments, she found herself back in that familiar, low-tech cockpit. The same one that had been a fixture of her dreams for years... and wondered, briefly, if this was what they called "fate" as she gripped the controls.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? You sure you've still got it?"

"I'll manage. Gah... I can't believe I'm back in this... clunker."

"Clunker? Este es mi bebé!"

"Yeah, well get your baby going in that direction, pore favor. Arriba, arriba, andele andele!"

"Tosco!"

With a huff, the red Getter took off in pursuit of its black brother, hurtling through the stars towards the emerging gunships. Within the cockpit, Seti couldn't help but suppress a grin. She'd worry about the specifics later - but for the moment, so long as the two of them were together? They were unstoppable. She could feel it in her heart, her core, her very being.

(Just you wait, #55. When all this is done... If you think it's your ticket to freedom...

You're sadly mistaken!)

For its part, the Black Getter simply powered forward through the barrages. It must have looked like some kind of demon from the darkest pits from hell as it discarded the laser cannon - and extended the murderous spikes on the ends of its fingers, barreling into the lead battleship with the force and fury of an atomic bomb. Its fist ripped and tore, churned and smashed, punching a hole clean through the vessel's heart before leaping to the next to repeat the same process - every second growing closer and closer to the Chulip.

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Meanwhile...
GA America Board Room

"Three."

In a darkened room, a set of veiled figures watched the proceedings unfold with increasing anxiety. The word was spoken, accompanied by the click of a stylus being placed on the interactive table, which displayed a layout of the battlefield - as well as a projection of the Chulip's current course. One man circled the Getter Dragon, the Getter-1, and the Black Getter.

"There are now three Getter-types in one place. This can't be a coincidence." He said, the tension clear in his voice.

"Are you implying Saotome's hypothesis was correct?" Said another figure, an older man with a voice that sounded like it smoked far too much for its own good.

"If what's in the Quarantine Sector gets loose... We'll find out the hard way."

All eyes turned to the map. There was a section set aside in this facility, at Omer's insistence - and considerable budget. The equivalent of a toxic waste dump, only for things that were far more... volatile. The Special Quarantine Sector... or as it was more commonly referred to, "The Cage". It wasn't because there was any resemblance to the structure, oh no - it was because what it contained was also known as "Saotome's Monster".

"I heard it's been leaking lately." Said one official, "Or... things have been leaking in. They still haven't found a way to disperse it safely."

"You think Omer knew?"

"They paid top chrome just to keep it out of their back yard. Of course they knew something like this would happen, eventually. You think anything could keep that abomination from eventually getting loose?"

An aura of terrible inevitability filled the boardroom. Eventually, the first man sighed, and returned to the live feed so they could watch in dull horror, as the scene before them played out.

"...The will of the Getter Rays, is it?" He said, quietly.

 

[MKR]

"Great." Eyes rolled inside the White Glint, so just hope that the big machines can push it out of collision. He had hoped Omer had come up with a better, or at least different, plan than he had when he spotted the issue. Well that either meant that if he were to get on a board he could be getting paid top dollar. Or they genuinely had fuck all ready to deal with this sort of thing. No Arms Forts crafted for pushing space vessels. At least now he knew about the silver unit's thing.

"Well it helps that we have a lot of them then, and that space doesn't have friction." A fact he was exploiting rather well currently even that one, the White Glint dashing past the missile hail, both the 051-ANNR and 063-ANAR's muzzles lit up as it sped forward. Bullets flying at the warships as Moroder looked at them skeptically. Whatever the hell were these things, he couldn't really identify any parts in these things. And unlike the others these were big enough to take a good look at.

Blue dots left trails of light in their wake, the White Glint slowing down as it passed the enemy ships. He had to wonder, could only so much mass be transported every time? Or were they otherwise limited in what could arrive. Because the alternative was underestimation of the destructive force at the other side. A contemplation on how difficult it was to inform those sending these things of the status on the other end. Even if they were inside the massive construct there weren't exactly visible windows or cameras shown. So there had to be some way to transfer info, could they perhaps stop that and make them blind?

"Actually... Omer Girl," He called out again, to the one who had fortunately for her survived the barrage of missiles now that he had thought about her plan for a moment "Divert to where? Unless we blow it up or toss it in the sun we can't exactly stop it just making things appear." Tossing it in the sun, now there was an idea. Thing had a lot of gravitational pull so getting it to slide into that was easy enough of sorts. Or at least possible if they managed to push it out of the way of a colony.

 

[Tackle Jackie]

“C-Councilman Garlen?”

The jovial atmosphere of the Executive Council’s meeting quickly paused as a rather flustered looking man poked his head into their chambers. All eyes drifted towards him as he tried to wave the man at the head of the table over, clearly thinking he was being subtle about it.

“Heh, if you’ll pardon me gentlemen, we know these youths can’t be expected to do all of this without a firm hand to guide them. I’m sure I’ll be back in no time.”

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The energy on the battlefield was palpable as the chaos was interrupted yet again as a new unit came to stall the Jovian forces, who had already been struggling against their Earthsphere counterparts. The White Glint and the Getters ripped into the emerging warships- The distortion fields failing to keep up with physical arms brought against it. While the Glint’s Katonbo was fairing better, there was nothing it could do as the Zakrello dragged its claws through its opposite side. The rending of metal depleted the energy enough that the Glint’s fire was able to cleanly finish off the rest of it.

“Alright, let’s-“

The portal would suddenly start pouring out more plain batta onto the field. In the center do the swarm, five massive figures emerged. Four massive Tetsujin, gleaming against the portal, and a Fifth, familiar unit that would immediately rush towards the Getter Black, slamming itself bodily into the Full Armored beast. The four others would follow suit, all rushing in- towards Getter Black, it would seem. The strange Getter unit that slammed into Black locked eyes with it's opponent, and in the flash, #55 should have felt something reaching out, as though from a great distance.
The Dragon would rush past, colliding with one of the Tetsujin Units smashing it as best at it could against the side of the Chulip, the Mobile Weapon's distortion field straining under the attack. In the blink of an eye, one of the other Tetsujin units suddenly had another appear behind it, slam a claw into it's back and then disappeared with the enemy unit out of nowhere. The gate opened by the Chulip disappeared and the "petals" began to fold closed, and the vessel itself began to accelerate.

"Bare to me your burning heart, Heroes- Show me that love that BURNS within you!"

 

[Nemesis]

Getter 2's pilot felt the color drain from her features as more of the hulking... pseudo-Getters, for lack of better term, emerged from the Chulip. Worse, the Chulip was now on a final collision course with the Colony. The Getter one danced like mad through the swarms of Battas - but the smaller machines were making their mark, punching holes and scoring grooves across the Super Robot's body that couldn't be ignored for much longer.

"Seti!"
"I'm thinking!"
"Mas rapida!"

Seti's mind ran a million miles a minute... and arrived at the only option they had left. it was taking everything they had to just keep pace with the Chulip as it picked up speed - they needed to go faster. There was a metallic whunch, and she felt her stomach dip as the Getter's left arm went spiraling away into the background, severed at the elbow by a flying Batta's distortion field.

"There's too many of them!"
"Get us in close!"
"POR QUE?"

Seti's fingers flew over the dashboard, pulling up the emergency self-destruct sequence. Already, the Getter Energy Reactor was running hot - it wouldn't take too much to push it over the top. She yelled up to Sola, who looked at her with a mixture of horror and morbid fascination.

"We'll use the reactor! It's the only way!"

Without even waiting for a response, she flipped the channel to the last remaining NEXT. She had a plan - but it would only work with their cooperation. It was time to see if White Glint's pilot could live up to their reputation.

"White Glint! Please, cover our approach, and we'll handle the rest! It's all up to you! Ready, Sola?"

They both inhaled - and depressed the switch. Some needed years to get the timing down, but for the two of them, it was as natural as could be.

"OPEN GET!"

Immediately before a cluster of Battas could finish it off, the Getter split into three - red, white, and yellow aircraft hurtling at breakneck speeds towards the Chulip, trying to draw near it as they zoomed through gunfire, more of the drones doubtlessly in hot pursuit.

Meanwhile, the strange Frankengetter that emerged from the warp had managed to catch its target completely off guard. #55's eyes went wide - moments before the Black Getter was tackled in the chest, catapulted away from the melee - and the Chulip. Her face contorted into a somehow even fiercer scowl as she grapped with the controls.

"Why, you-!"

There was a faint tingle at the back of her skull, a sense that all was not well - that something was reaching out to her. She'd felt something similar before... on that day, all those years ago, before the bombs had dropped. Alternative IV. Fight, or flight? Fight, or flight...?

Fight...
Fight..!
FIGHT!

Brutal spikes extended from the Black Getter's knuckles as it clenched its fists. Emma slammed her foot down on the pedal, driving the Getter's output up to maximum, trying to keep her teeth from shattering from the sheer force that was being exerted on her body as she roared back in response:

"I got your love RIGHT HERE! OOORYAAAAAAGHH!"

The Black Getter's fists blurred as they were brought forward, driving into the gut of the Frankengetter - over and over, fist after fist, with enough violent force to tear it to tatters, as #55 did what she did best, what had enabled her to survive the brutal Hive Assault when all others had failed: threw herself into the fight with all she had. But, with time running down to the last few grains of sand in the hourglass, would it be enough?

 

[MKR]

What sort of reverse day was this, a lone NEXT playing escort to a full size getter? At the behest of one of Omer's goons at that, if he'd read a report that included that he wouldn't have believed it but here he was living it. Whatever they had planned they needed him to play distraction, fine. There was a moment of silence as the status of weapons was checked.

"Fine."

Were it not the void of space there would be the repeated click click click of the thrusters on the back of the White Glint's body opening, triangular shapes collapsing outwards as it could almost be described as a flower blooming especially as the shoulders grew wider at this blooming, inside the cockpit Moroder pushed a whole array of switched forwards.

Blue flames erupted at the back. He was very aware she had not actually answered his question, a fact he didn't like but I suppose they did not pay her to answer his questions let alone pay him to ask them. With this frustration in mind the machine shot forward, white trails of light following from the back of the thrusters as they were now fully operational. He eyed his screen carefully, watching target lock dance around the mass of unknown yellow bugs and giant machines.

And once each had been distributed their piece. A hand slammed down on a button.

Two cannisters opened, a dance of missiles across the vast empty void between planets. Each of the battas would get their piece and there were even some to spare for those assaulting the Black Getter. At the same time the light of the muzzle lit up the space between stars as that white trail burst forward. A wondrous dance of fire and gunfire as the mish mash of corporate parts dashed through the hordes. One eye was on the three pieces of the Getter, ready to flick his controls at a moments notice to come to their defense.

 

[Tackle Jackie]

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA-!”

The rasping voice on the other end of the Frankengetter exploded into excited laughter as the Black Getter pummeled into it’s gut. It only grew louder it’s spikes pierced through and started to bleed out through the wounds. Behind it, #55 could see the two other Tetsujin rushing in, very clearly charging up some kind of attack-

But before she could react to them, the Frankengetter grabbed her unit by the waist and just started rocketing back towards the Chulip, while the Tetsujin fired off their gravity cannons where they were, taking a chunk out of the Franken’s leg. It was a very quick turn around, with the bastardized unit throwing the Black forward. “So you’re the angry one! Good! You can have what's left of me after you're complete!”

The laughter turned into a mad cackling broadcast over it’s open channel, before it threw itself bodily into the two Tetsujin, which seemed to be taken off guard by the sudden attack. Shrapnel, bits of Getter and Jovian tech started to fill the space, leaving #55 unmolested.

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The White Glint completely eradicated vast swathes of the Jovian Bugs, tearing through everything that opposed the jets. It was a beautiful display of firepower, that the yellow units very clearly tried to fight against, but were blown apart before they could even lock on. The remaining Raptors would turn their attention to the NEXT, three units charging forward for a cutting attack. The Kojima powered quickly had all the drones aiming after them soon enough, although drastically reduced.

 

[Nemesis]

"We're through! Muchas Gracias, Destello Blanco~!"

Solana exclaimed in awe as the mangled Getter-1 surged past the Batta Swarm. The red Super Robot slammed itself sidelong into the Chulip, wedging itself among the crystalline exterior's grooves. Within the cockpit, Seti hurriedly clambered down into the Bear's cockpit, flopping onto Solana's lap from above as she hurriedly finished entering the last commands into the machine's computer.

"Alright you scum..." Seti said under her breath;

"Have a taste of the TRUE power of Getter!"

With one hand, the Getter dug deep into its chest, slamming home through layers of alloy as its eyes flickered perilously. With a terrible groaning, it tore free something that shone so brilliantly, its light was visible all across the battlefield. A sickly verdant pulse that only grew with intensity in every passing second. The Getter Rays washed over machine and man alike, bathing all present in the radiance born of the cosmos' will, the sight of it causing Seti's stomach to churn uncertainly, as a last second twinge of remorse made its presence known - but it was too late.

The Bear Machine ejected from the unit, the yellow former legs of Getter-1 spiraling away into the void away from the Chulip as it accelerated. Seti counted under her breath, watching as the machine now carried out its final order.



It raised the Getter Core high in its hand - and with one triumphant motion, crushed it in its fingers. It was remarkably simple, as though it were little more than sugar-glass or paper-mache, but the effect was immediate.



A massive burst of pure white and howling green enveloped the Getter-1 and its proud features, one visible even from the Colonies in its fury and scope, as though a dozen atomic bombs had been detonated all in unison in a howling pillar of energy that swept across the entire battlefield, throwing Jovian and Earthling alike in all directions like leaves before the wind. Seti and Solana cried out as the Bear was swept up in the wave of force, the latter clinging to the former protectively as everything blurred into darkness.

---

"Bastard, you're still alive?!"

Emma, or #55, could only feel her eyes widen as the foe laughed off being disemboweled. Even as it turned and starting laying into the other Jovian machines, she found herself momentarily hesitating. Eventually however, realty won out, and the Black Getter drew its machinegun, aiming at the back of the foe's head as she bellowed a challenge-

"Don't fuck with m... Oh. Oh, shi-"

The color drained from her features as a pulse of green radiated in the distance. Her hands began to shake... her mouth, suddenly dry. What was it they called it? PTSD? The feeling bearing down on her from that light... it was just like back then, on Mars. The Getter Waves tore over the Black Getter's unresisting form - and it too was whipped away, like an ant before a storm, as bolts of emerald green began lashing all present, scattering them like flies, as Emma struggled to remain conscious...

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Meanwhile...

In the heart of the GA America Colony, emergency klaxons were screaming as the Hazmat-suit wearing staff of the "Cage" frantically hacked away at their workstations. Beneath their feet, the ground was already rumbling. The plant's supervisor burst into the command center, staring wildly at the scene unfolding just outside their window.

"What happened? What's going on?"

"S-sudden spike in Getter Radiation! A reactor went critical nearby..."

"What about the Cage?"

"It's already started absorbing! Getter Ray levels are climbing... one thousand... two thousand times the safe limit!"

Already they could see it - bolts and waves of green seeping in through the walls, snaking down into the metallic cube at the bottom of the facility, pouring like a river of power towards it. The sight somehow filled him with absolute terror, and his voice almost failed him as the light began to build. Lines of light cracked apart the ground beneath him, as the station itself began to break apart.

"D-Deploy the control rods! Right now!"

"I-It's too late-!"

With a roar that seemed neither man, nor beast, nor machine but something altogether unnatural, the Command Center tipped forward - and tumbled into the widening, yawning pit, vanishing into its brightly pulsating depths as the vortex began to churn, demanding more, as within its depths something truly monstrous began to stir.

 

[MKR]

Much to his chagrin, Moroder had done it. He had successfully pissed off every alien invader within the vicinity. Were he less busy trying to stay alive he'd be proud of himself for managing to do so... No he wouldn't he really wouldn't, all this attention on him meant no time to really retaliate in an active fashion especially with a volley of missiles just released and now reloading, no to keep them off his hide he needed to keep his pedal to the metal and not let them catch up to actually slice him. He had been frustratingly successful and the white machine was now shouldering the burden designed for a getter.

And that very same getter was now diverting the hive these bees came from, now as long as they did nothing stu-

Green, unmistakable green. Not the haunting green like flames bellowed by ghosts that Kojima represented or the polluted darkness of Tiberium but a deep green. Like a verdant forest... Or pure, undiluted poison. Venom bellowed forth from the fang of a murderous reptile. Rather ironic that given what the Getter stood against, but it was in fact that very hue of green so associated with the otherwise red machine, the same green that lit up its features.

They had done something very very stupid.
"OMER GIRL, WHAT THE F-"

The pulse struck like a typhoon, the White Glint sent astray from its path tumbling through the pursuers it had been intent on staying away from but instead getting to know them intimately as it careened further backwards. His head pushed into the cushion as he spun upside down, sideways and in every which direction one could imagine. The thrusters on the back calmed down as Moroder was forced to recollect his senses. Fortunate enough to not get a concussion from that fun little trick pulled by the Getter.

He hissed through his teeth, a hand pressed on his forehead.
"Oh yeah sure lets save the colony by blowing up a getter in front of it, that'll go fine!" He complained to himself. His eyes wandered over to ground zero, had that space station been torn a new one?

 

[Tackle Jackie]

Despite the vacuum of space, a deafening silence filled the battlefield following the Getter’s detonation. Whatever systems that had been controlling the Batta previously were furiously attempting to take in what had just happened, smashing into the Raptors that had crashed with the White Glint, disabling the Metatron powered drones for the time being.

The Chulip had been completely blown off of its collision course with the colony, almost comically spinning out of control for the time being. It was a success, were it not for the chaos now swiftly following the storm of Getter Rays. Those engaged with the Jovian Jin were similarly battered away, with the “Gekiganger Dragon” gaining the upper hand on its opponent, circular saw slashing its torso in two and quickly trying to rocket out of the battlefield.

The Zakrello, looking considerably worse for wear, pulled up alongside the White Glint, exhausted pilot stammering into the comms. “Hey, I think we need to pull back to a safe distance, I’m getting… I don’t even know what it is these alarms are for, but it’s bad.”

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From the cockpit of the “Frankengetter”, it’s pilot felt an odd sense of calm, despite the entire ordeal, staring back towards the colony. Despite the Earthlings best attempts, the colony would still be destroyed… But that did not mean it would have to be the end for these pilots. The bastardized machine would dash for the out of control Bear, displaying a remarkable degree of dexterity as it slowly tried to slow the roll of the jet.

“Can you hear it?”

 

[Nemesis]

...

How long had she been out?

An eerie green light pulsated through the open door of the Get Machine, as Seti stirred in her seat. The last thing she remembered was being pulled into the vortex, that terrible flash, and then-

Suddenly, there was a dry, metallic click. The kind that immediately snapped one awake. Seti's eyes snapped open - and stared right down the barrel of the pistol. The woman grasping it looked down at her with fire and frenzy in her eyes, mad as Hell, teeth set in a dagger-toothed scowl visible even behind her helmet.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't ice you here and now, Omer goons."

"Wait!" Seti's hand came up defensively, waving frantically, as she gasped out a response; "The Colony... did we...?"

#55's snarl turned into a thin slit across her features... and, to Seti's immense relief, the weapon was holstered. Instead, the outlaw stepped aside, letting her clamber out of the ruined machine... to see the aftermath for herself.

"See for yourself."

Nothing but ruin and twisted metal in all directions greeted Seti's disbelieving eyes. The occasional flash of neon green lightning illuminated the devastation even further - casting unnatural shadows on the myriad bodies that were now adrift in the void. It was as if the Colony had been sundered in two, its center sucked violently inward and then expelled in a spray of death from which none could escape...

And yet, somehow, here she was yet again. Spared by fate, yet left to pick up the pieces. Her throat burned. Her eyes watered. Her knees felt as though they had turned to jelly - but she couldn't look away. Not this time.

"No..." She whispered, tearfully.

"No... All those people-"

A familiar, comforting voice spoke over the radio, as the third member of the unlikely trifecta limped into view. Her voice sounded pained, but was nevertheless welcome. Solana emerged from below the wreck, having taped closed a gash on her spacesuit's thigh, walking with a slight limp.

"Seti... We did all we could. It's not your fault."

She shook her head - and that, for the moment, was at least enough to refocus Seti's gaze on the heart of the devastation. The pulsating form, veiled in emerald light, that lay just below. The form did not seem... unfamiliar. As though... she had seen it before somehow, on the edge of her dreams in stasis. Those bat-like wings, and its piercing gaze as, to her shock, the thing stared back at her.

"...Is that..." She whispered, taking a step back - but found her progress arrested by #55, who grasped her shoulder firmly as she floated past.

"The true Getter Robo." Said the convict, gruffly.



"Saotome's legacy."

There was something immediately different about this one. The curves, the lines and panels... They drew Seti's mind to something more modern, akin to something the League would make. Super Robots had long since fallen out of style, but-

Her thoughts were interrupted as #55 floated off in the direction of the hulking crimson behemoth, seemingly heedless of danger.

"Where are you going? We need to wait for rescue-"

"You know what this means, right? If the League gets its hands on the Getter, now that it's awake... Kiss any hope of peace you had goodbye."

Before Seti could protest, Solana touched her shoulder as she moved alongside her, saying to the newcomer:

"It needs three pilots, si?"

"Are you expecting us to help you? You're a criminal-"

#55 paused for only a moment to glance over her shoulder. There was something in that stare, those wild eyes, that caused Seti's heart to stir. Her tone was grave, far from the taunting, sneering aspect it had taken before.

"Like it or not, we're in this together. If we don't seal it away... Bad things will happen. Real bad."

"How bad are we talking here, Senora?"

#55 paused before answering, as she reached the Getter's chest, glaring up at the machine with a mixture of anticipation and revulsion at what it was, what it represented.

"The end of the world."

 

[MKR]

Looks like he wasn't the only one tossed aside by the Getter disruption, his pursuers fared little better than he did. In fact looking at their immobile states they seemed to do much worse than him. However, what his eyes were primarily focused on was the grown up that came to sit at the kid's table. Sitting amidst the ruins of a colony was a getter more and less then the ones that came before.

Silence overtook the cockpit as the White Glint calmly turned in the void of space, bringing its rifle to the knocked out pursuers and taking a few methodical shots to each of them. Internally he was realizing just how damn frustrating these Getters really were, with anything else you could know what was going to happen next. He liked that, these things it was just one thing after another. They would decide to explode, multiply, melt or contort however they wanted and whatever he was being paid wasn't enough.

An inhale through the nose to calm the nerves and soothe his woes. And of course all three of the people at the apex of the explosion came out unscathed, because that's just what Getter did just subvert every expectation let alone prediction of how things would end up. Normally being point blank in a nuke meant death, for Getter, headache at most.

Whatever not his problem, not now not ever if he had a say in it.

Noise to his side over the speaker interrupted his thoughts and worries, oh right, the Zakrello was talking to him. The poor unfortunates caught in the midst here who really should have left when reinforcements first arrived because now they were in thigh deep.
"Bad is the understatement of the millennium, so what are you waiting for. Go." If they had time to pull up and ask him if they should back off they should've just backed off, he wasn't their mom and its not like they needed his permission to preserve their lives and not go dance in the Getter Radiation. The White Glint itself began slowly backing off, eyes around it to see if there was anything left he was getting paid for here.

 

[Tackle Jackie]

The explosion, implosion- Whatever exactly had happened to the Colony was not what the Jovian Forces had been planning. It’s utter destruction? Yes. The deaths of thousands? Incidental and accounted for. But as they looked upon this new, massive machine, standing in the epicenter of the destruction, there was only one clear option to pursue.

They ran.

The purple vessel was very clearly just focusing on escaping the field of battle, whatever propulsion it had pushed to it’s edge as it just rocketed through a chunk of debris towards Earth once more. It was still clearly intent on pursuing it’s original goal, and would take any opportunity to resume its course.

The assembled Getter Machines were in disarray themselves, with the unit that had been facing off against #55 gone, and the "Gekiganger" Dragon having sustained considerable damage from it's own fight. The allied Tetsujin flanked it, scanning the debris for... Anything, any signs of life.

"Normals, I'm picking up signs of life on the far end of the colony's wreckage. See if you can find the source and escort them to safety. Then get the hell out of here. It's not safe."

And then there was the Zakrello... It sat next to the NEXT for a moment, unmoving, almost as if it were pondering... And then that moment turned to a minute... And then it's cockpit opened up, with a very frustrated pilot pulling themselves out, kicking the Mobile Armor in frustration. "Damn reactor died-"