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Cold Open - A Scene from Rider Chronicles Pt2
As I write this, I find that I like this format, planning ahead before figuring out what's going on. As it stands, I'm working on what feels more like a final battle in the making. Each story is set in 27 hour increments by nature, but it also has a lot of implied filler since I can't seem to connect A to B to C lately.
“This is…”
As far as they could see, thousands upon thousands of keyblades stood across the landscape, some wicked in nature, some elegant and winged. But all of them were lifeless, once filled with the hearts of people.
“The site for the great Keyblade War. Long before they were Riders, long before they had become the people they are today, the Keyblade was the symbol for humanity.” said the phantom before the group.
A keyblade flashed, and another, and another, and soon, the area was filled with countless forms which chorused in one voice, “Henshin!”
When the force of the transformation receded, there stood countless Riders all wielding keyblades. “They are merely phantoms, as am I. To proceed, you need to defeat them all. Is your heart strong enough?”
“I don’t know much about this world,” said Einhart as she looked at the group behind her. “But this is a world that we need to protect. This is a world of memory, their memories intertwined with ours. And with them, they’re strong.”
“And who might you be?” inquired the lead phantom, gesturing with his keyblade.
Einhart captured her expression in the Ride Mirror as a belt formed. “Just another passing by Kamen Rider. Remember that. Henshin!”
[Kamen Ride Saint King!] boomed her belt as it flipped over and in a burst of light, the girl was clothed in the black armor.
Sora looked at his friends, Kairi, Namine, Xion, Roxas, Riku, Donald and Goofy. “That’s right, we’re Riders. And as such, we’ll fight to protect our homes!”
Small keys were jacked into the front of their belts that formed and they twisted, the roar of engines revving to life heard. [Key In, Start Up.] reported the belts as one.
“Henshin!” chorused the group as armor formed around them as well.
Rider Chronicles
A Power Rangers Deacde story
Written by Shaun Garin
Second Advent
Twenty seven hours ago…
“We’re here, Saggitarimon,” yelled Sean as they strode up to Calamity Falls. It was a nasty piece of work by any digital world standards, a treacherous spire of jagged rock and deadly falls with even more of a deadly drop. It was also the digital world gangster’s headquarters.
A long Pumpmon waddled out from behind the falls and bowed. “My master bids you welcome.”
“Tell your master we’re here with the goods,” said James, holding up his Hazard Belt “And we’re not going to welch on our deal. Give us back Einhart.”
In response, the side of the falls opened up as a hidden door opened up. From it, a troop of digimon of all levels walked with a bound Einhart to a pole carried out. “Hey guys,” greeted Einhart as her pole was shoved into the ground before them. “Sorry, I got careless.”
“It’s fine,” said Hikaru. “Are you hurt?”
“No, just got a massive headache though,” said Einhart with a shake of her head.
Saggitarimon stepped forward, arms folded. “Your belts.”
The group looked at each other and one by one, walked up, placing their Hazard Belts and Digivices into his large hand. “You have them,” said Sean as he and Patamon got some distance. “Now give us back Einhart.”
“My good detective,” chuckled Saggitarimon. “I had no intention of doing so.” And he snapped his fingers as two Knightmon and two Golemon stepped forward. “I wondered about these belts and well, I hate to waste them…”
“Bastard!” roared Carter as he charged forward, Penguinmon on his heels. But the group was pounced on by the numerous enemies as Saggitarimon laughed and handed the four a belt a piece with a digivice with them.
The Pumpmon butler walked up with a briefcase as he held out four memory cards which he handed to the quartet. “After some interesting study, I discovered that a Black Chip will override the usual command functions,” smirked Saggitarimon as the now powerless teenagers tried to wrestle free. “Gentlemen?”
Slotting in the chips to the small Digivices, they all turned black as Belts were placed onto the smallest parts of their bodies. “Henshin!” chorused the quartet as they slotted their Digivices into the belts.
[Digital Hazard] boomed the belts as lightning crackled around them in a solid black color as digimon around them were sucked into the four belts as dark corrupted Rider armor appeared on their bodies. [Cross Mode]
“Not possible,” gasped James. “Rider powers can’t be taken away!”
“But they can be given,” realized Hikaru. “We’ve been played, right into his trap.”
“Very good. Kill them.” Chuckled Saggitarimon as the Dark Riders advanced on them.
“STOP!” cried out a tiny figure atop the falls as everyone looked up. “Evil fiends with hearts black as night, the others might forgive you but I Chibimon will not!”
“Oh? The little o-chibi wants to play?” chuckled one of the Dark Riders. “Take this!”
And a beam of light blasted outwards and knocked Chibimon off the top of the falls.
“Chibimon!” yelled the group.
“Chibimon Henshin!” proclaimed Chibimon as he glowed with a brilliant light, landing with a thud as a tall dragon-motifed knight landed with a thud, scattering mobsters and throwing them to the sides from the impact. “Kamen Rider Gold Series Imperial Dramon!”
His first sword strike took out a wave of attackers. The second blew apart the ones holding the others but before he could swing his sword again, the Dark Riders were upon him, fighting tooth and nail.
“We need to get you out of here,” said Hikaru, freeing Einhart. “It’s not safe.”
“It’s my fault you lost your belts though,” said Einhart as she wrung out her wrist. “We need to defeat those Riders and get your belts back.”
“Imperial Dramon can handle them.” He went crashing into the falls. “Or not…”
Einhart winced. “No time for a test run then.” She captured her appearance in her Ride Mirror she summoned from dimensional space. “Henshin!”
[Kamen Ride Saint King!] boomed her belt as she spun the mirror into the side of the belt and it flipped over to reveal SPD written across it. Energy erupted around her as she transformed into the black suited rider.
[Final Attack Ride] Einhart drew her sword as it glowed brilliantly. One of the Dark Riders looked up and met her challenge as his belt boomed [Attack Hazard!]
It never got a chance to get off it’s attack as Einhart appeared behind it, sheathing her sword. In a cry, it exploded and the belt and digivice flew into the air, landing in Hikaru’s hands. An egg rolled to the side.
“That’s one,” said Einhart, turning around to the other monsters turned Riders and she captured their images in her sword blade.
[Final Attack Ride: Crossmon!] proclaimed her weapon as her suit shifted and golden wings erupted from her back. Shooting into the air, she scythed down feet first as an outline of a golden bird formed within the flames as it came down talons first, slamming into two more Riders who exploded from the impacts, eggs rolling to the side.
The fourth, realizing his life was in danger turned to move, but Imperial Dramon grabbed him and shoved a cannon into his gut. [Attack Hazard – BLAST!] roared Chibimon’s belt as the last Dark Rider was killed in a spectacular point blank attack.
Saggitarimon sweated. This was not how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to get his revenge and take away their powers, not let a slip of a girl kill his soldiers like that! “I’ll be back!” he vowed as he teleported out in a rush of digital information.
The more I look at this, the more I realize that if I were to actually write the big damn heroic scene, it would be anticlimactic in part 2, and immediately jumping to a recap of a possible alternate universe is totally fun.
From here, I figure I'll jump to the next world, the KH one. Since I definitely like this format I have going.
“This is…”
As far as they could see, thousands upon thousands of keyblades stood across the landscape, some wicked in nature, some elegant and winged. But all of them were lifeless, once filled with the hearts of people.
“The site for the great Keyblade War. Long before they were Riders, long before they had become the people they are today, the Keyblade was the symbol for humanity.” said the phantom before the group.
A keyblade flashed, and another, and another, and soon, the area was filled with countless forms which chorused in one voice, “Henshin!”
When the force of the transformation receded, there stood countless Riders all wielding keyblades. “They are merely phantoms, as am I. To proceed, you need to defeat them all. Is your heart strong enough?”
“I don’t know much about this world,” said Einhart as she looked at the group behind her. “But this is a world that we need to protect. This is a world of memory, their memories intertwined with ours. And with them, they’re strong.”
“And who might you be?” inquired the lead phantom, gesturing with his keyblade.
Einhart captured her expression in the Ride Mirror as a belt formed. “Just another passing by Kamen Rider. Remember that. Henshin!”
[Kamen Ride Saint King!] boomed her belt as it flipped over and in a burst of light, the girl was clothed in the black armor.
Sora looked at his friends, Kairi, Namine, Xion, Roxas, Riku, Donald and Goofy. “That’s right, we’re Riders. And as such, we’ll fight to protect our homes!”
Small keys were jacked into the front of their belts that formed and they twisted, the roar of engines revving to life heard. [Key In, Start Up.] reported the belts as one.
“Henshin!” chorused the group as armor formed around them as well.
Rider Chronicles
A Power Rangers Deacde story
Written by Shaun Garin
Second Advent
Twenty seven hours ago…
“We’re here, Saggitarimon,” yelled Sean as they strode up to Calamity Falls. It was a nasty piece of work by any digital world standards, a treacherous spire of jagged rock and deadly falls with even more of a deadly drop. It was also the digital world gangster’s headquarters.
A long Pumpmon waddled out from behind the falls and bowed. “My master bids you welcome.”
“Tell your master we’re here with the goods,” said James, holding up his Hazard Belt “And we’re not going to welch on our deal. Give us back Einhart.”
In response, the side of the falls opened up as a hidden door opened up. From it, a troop of digimon of all levels walked with a bound Einhart to a pole carried out. “Hey guys,” greeted Einhart as her pole was shoved into the ground before them. “Sorry, I got careless.”
“It’s fine,” said Hikaru. “Are you hurt?”
“No, just got a massive headache though,” said Einhart with a shake of her head.
Saggitarimon stepped forward, arms folded. “Your belts.”
The group looked at each other and one by one, walked up, placing their Hazard Belts and Digivices into his large hand. “You have them,” said Sean as he and Patamon got some distance. “Now give us back Einhart.”
“My good detective,” chuckled Saggitarimon. “I had no intention of doing so.” And he snapped his fingers as two Knightmon and two Golemon stepped forward. “I wondered about these belts and well, I hate to waste them…”
“Bastard!” roared Carter as he charged forward, Penguinmon on his heels. But the group was pounced on by the numerous enemies as Saggitarimon laughed and handed the four a belt a piece with a digivice with them.
The Pumpmon butler walked up with a briefcase as he held out four memory cards which he handed to the quartet. “After some interesting study, I discovered that a Black Chip will override the usual command functions,” smirked Saggitarimon as the now powerless teenagers tried to wrestle free. “Gentlemen?”
Slotting in the chips to the small Digivices, they all turned black as Belts were placed onto the smallest parts of their bodies. “Henshin!” chorused the quartet as they slotted their Digivices into the belts.
[Digital Hazard] boomed the belts as lightning crackled around them in a solid black color as digimon around them were sucked into the four belts as dark corrupted Rider armor appeared on their bodies. [Cross Mode]
“Not possible,” gasped James. “Rider powers can’t be taken away!”
“But they can be given,” realized Hikaru. “We’ve been played, right into his trap.”
“Very good. Kill them.” Chuckled Saggitarimon as the Dark Riders advanced on them.
“STOP!” cried out a tiny figure atop the falls as everyone looked up. “Evil fiends with hearts black as night, the others might forgive you but I Chibimon will not!”
“Oh? The little o-chibi wants to play?” chuckled one of the Dark Riders. “Take this!”
And a beam of light blasted outwards and knocked Chibimon off the top of the falls.
“Chibimon!” yelled the group.
“Chibimon Henshin!” proclaimed Chibimon as he glowed with a brilliant light, landing with a thud as a tall dragon-motifed knight landed with a thud, scattering mobsters and throwing them to the sides from the impact. “Kamen Rider Gold Series Imperial Dramon!”
His first sword strike took out a wave of attackers. The second blew apart the ones holding the others but before he could swing his sword again, the Dark Riders were upon him, fighting tooth and nail.
“We need to get you out of here,” said Hikaru, freeing Einhart. “It’s not safe.”
“It’s my fault you lost your belts though,” said Einhart as she wrung out her wrist. “We need to defeat those Riders and get your belts back.”
“Imperial Dramon can handle them.” He went crashing into the falls. “Or not…”
Einhart winced. “No time for a test run then.” She captured her appearance in her Ride Mirror she summoned from dimensional space. “Henshin!”
[Kamen Ride Saint King!] boomed her belt as she spun the mirror into the side of the belt and it flipped over to reveal SPD written across it. Energy erupted around her as she transformed into the black suited rider.
[Final Attack Ride] Einhart drew her sword as it glowed brilliantly. One of the Dark Riders looked up and met her challenge as his belt boomed [Attack Hazard!]
It never got a chance to get off it’s attack as Einhart appeared behind it, sheathing her sword. In a cry, it exploded and the belt and digivice flew into the air, landing in Hikaru’s hands. An egg rolled to the side.
“That’s one,” said Einhart, turning around to the other monsters turned Riders and she captured their images in her sword blade.
[Final Attack Ride: Crossmon!] proclaimed her weapon as her suit shifted and golden wings erupted from her back. Shooting into the air, she scythed down feet first as an outline of a golden bird formed within the flames as it came down talons first, slamming into two more Riders who exploded from the impacts, eggs rolling to the side.
The fourth, realizing his life was in danger turned to move, but Imperial Dramon grabbed him and shoved a cannon into his gut. [Attack Hazard – BLAST!] roared Chibimon’s belt as the last Dark Rider was killed in a spectacular point blank attack.
Saggitarimon sweated. This was not how things were supposed to go. He was supposed to get his revenge and take away their powers, not let a slip of a girl kill his soldiers like that! “I’ll be back!” he vowed as he teleported out in a rush of digital information.
The more I look at this, the more I realize that if I were to actually write the big damn heroic scene, it would be anticlimactic in part 2, and immediately jumping to a recap of a possible alternate universe is totally fun.
From here, I figure I'll jump to the next world, the KH one. Since I definitely like this format I have going.