Not Available

Not Available

Not Available

Not Available

The year is 2003, space seems to be coming closer, as earth continues to strive for the final frontier... Although, this feat was of no concern to Ichiro Takehashi, a key member within the Yakuza, a Japanese crime syndicate... involved in everything. Ichiro's son, was a parapalegic, and spent most of his days within their family home in Tokyo Japan. Yoshi loved to play videogames, especially Rockman(Megaman). His favorite person to play was Zero, the kickass Reploid with a sword, although it saddenned Yoshi, because he could never play as Zero, due to his legs. Watching his parylized son everyday, began to pain Ichiro, his son, never able to walk, or play games like a normal child.... He set his mind... and money for that matter to do something to help young Yoshi... Ichiro began work on a "suit" for young Yoshi, that would able to walk... be useful to the Yakuza, and make him happy... It was Project "Avenger" as he so namely put it. Those responsible for his son's paralysis, the American government, in an ambuch on Ichiro during a meeting, a stray bullet to his spinal cord... Project "Avenger" was a powersuit, able to fit around Yoshi, and give him great strength, power, skill and deadly force with a sword. The first test would be against the "White Devils." Creating the suit began to grow tedious, as more and more time and money was poured into... Until it was cancelled... for 10 years. The size of it and power of it too big for a child to handle, they would wait until Yoshi's 20th birthday before they started the finishing touches.

That glorius day came, and Yoshi was brought to a underground hideout, turned facility... and Project "Avenger" was completed before Yoshi's bewildered eyes.... His dreams of playing "Zero" had finnaly come true. He bounced with joy... if a parapalegic can do such a thing... in a wheelchair... =P Anywho, there was one drawback however.... Yoshi's legs had to be cut off, and Yoshi's arms had to be cut off at the elbow, so as to fit in the suit. This didn't bother Yoshi, his legs didn't work, his arms he only used to play videogames... now he WAS a videogame. Something went wrong however... As Yoshi was strapped into the suit, his cerebrum plugged into the suit... His fragile body rejected it... Into fits of seizures Yoshi went... before he died. Exploding in rage Ichiro almost shot the scientists... Before... Project "Avenger" began to move.... with new life had they created.... Human... Machine... No longer "Zero" nor Yoshi... Primal instinct kicked in before he pulled his laser sword from the sheath out of the sheath and rushed the humans.... With 3 quick slices.... The scientists... and Ichiro... fell into a pile of their own blood, guts and appendages... Quirking a smile, the being sheathed his blade and walked off... What evil had possessed the machine shell.... Or... was Yoshi... controlling his new "Toy?" Noone knows.... for the being disappeared... Although there were many many many unsolved murder cases... involving slash wounds... and burned wounds... But hey.... everyone owns a Laser sword... right? Right?

Several years later... 85 to be exact, an exiled scientist found... what appeared to be a robot, an almost icey field around portions of the body. During body scans, the portions with the icey field appeared to be human, the ice preserving it... Ingenious.... Although, the scientist figured the technology used... had to be at least 80 or so years old... He kept the cyborg in his "personal" collection.... And quickly forgot about it, with the discovery and use of the gateways to other worlds.

While the hype was going on, a mass riot exploded in Tokyo, some people condoning the exploration of the galaxy, superstitious afraid and violent towards it. During the fighting, the scientist's afformentioned labratory was found and pillaged. The "Sleeping" Zero pulled out by a rioter that condoned the action of exploration, and wanted to send his own "droid" into the depths of space for data collection. While doing his own research on the being, he came up with the same readings, however he saw this robot was better used for.. battle, rather than data collection, however the use was still in him... Poking and prodding can only be dangerous... can't it? While researching, "Zero" awoke, human emotions filling into him, no prior memory of his actions, who he was, or what he was... Everything was new.... even moving. The scientist, began to teach "Zero" things, taught him to walk again... Astounded by how human he was... and bewildered he was trapped within a metal shell. Much love went into this being he thought to himself as he continued to teach Zero, his son, a master in Kenjutsu, a sword fighting technique. 10 more years passed, and "Zero's" human and robotic symbionce had acheived full understanding of being a robot, and only partial understanding of being a human, like us all. Knowing exploration of the galaxy could perhaps shed more light on his path in this world. "Zero" set off for the unknown lands.... Again... the Final Frontier...

During the scouting misions ahead, Zero would stand back and observe the progress at contacting these aliens. During many scout missions, "Zero" would learn about the many races that inhabit this galaxy and area. Years later, news began to flood the transmitters on the ship about an impending war, the ship was sent to invesitage, and determine if human life was at risk, and if soldiers needed to be sent to aid.... The findings... were horrific... The Phayon race had started it's own Third Reich against the Quizthorian's.... Humans were scared to engage the aliens though, unknowing of their capabilities, although... "Zero" wanted to join the conflict, this "Third Reich" going against what his "master" had taught him. Again, a few more years had passed, and the battles had escalated... What was going to happen? Nobody knew.

Another few years passed, and before Zero knew it, their scouting ship had strayed into a space battle between the Phayon's and the Quizthorians. Despite the neutral stature of the human spacecraft, they were gunned down by the Phayons. The next few segments... are limited memory from "Zero's" point of view.

"All hands to battle stations, All Hands to battle stations, the Mizther is under attac...... *Ship comms go down as ship is rocked by gunfire.* /Damnit.... why me/ "Captain, what can I do help?!" C-"Get down to engineering, get our comm system back online, we need to request aid!" /Fuck, i'm not a damn technician, damn metal shell/ "Yes Sir!" *Minutes later, clicking can be heard as well the sound of a torch and other tools* /I hate this grimy work, get my metal shell... What was that... that wasn't gunfire...?!/ "Comms back up sir, what's going on out there!" -Com "One of the alien ships has been annhilated, we're in the path of the destruction... get to your escape hatch." *Seconds later, the entire ship is beeping with alarm, as red lights flash around the hull* -Coms "All personnel, retreat to your escape hatches, we've sent a distress signal to our comrades, we will be picked up shortly..." /Shortly... Ha...../ *sound of metal footsteps heard as Zero rushes through the ship.... But the explosions are heard, as well as loud screaming, before silenced... by space... The ship had been torn in half, all systems and containment systems down. All sounds around Zero stopped making sound.* /What now..../ *memory ends.... Zero was grazed by a Phayon weapon, causing him to shutdown, the momentum making him plummet towards the planet of Quizthorian...*

What was thought to be a meteor was really "Zero" as his malfunctioning body plummeted to Quizthoria... at an amazing speed, fire soon engulfed the form of the being, as he fell for what seemed to be ages... His shell was kept intact during the fall... the heat only causing moderate damage... However when he hit the ground... His limbs were dismembered, although his human form intact, the metal shell was almost completely pulverized. There he lay, for a year... sand blown over his body, his emergency freezing process still intact... thank god. Later, his mangled body was found, while a mild Quizthorian man built a hideout for his family... Discovering the body was quite a shock, as it wasn't Phayon... Quizthorian, or the new races they had found.... But partially like those soft beings that had recently begun to travel through the space area... Perhaps a trap? He wasn't sure....

Thankfully, this Quizthorian was an "engineer" he had created spacecraft, for war, and for travel. This, metalic being before him, intrigued him greatly, seeing as his battered body, had some familiar components... sorta... Hiding the body, and continuing the hideout process he finished soon, the hideout containing a lab, he especially built for "Zero." Months of preperatiion went into the research of "Zero" and what he was, and what he could do... Seeing the handle to what appeared to be a weapon, the man knew this was a being created for battle. Being very... VERY careful, the Quizthorian man began to poke and prod through the body, running very limited diagnostics on him. Although the parts the Quizthorian man, that would be known to "Zero" as Xarius Kolthou, were minor, the man's intelect still kept him on, as he began the repair of "Zero." First, the head was reconstructed, and lined with an alloy called Aluminum Arsenide, Xarius knew, that if we were to keep the AA on the outside, his project here would stick out like a sore thumb, so he began to temper and rebuild the titanium he had found hardened in pools around the body. During the reconstruction of the head, Xarius stumbled upon a hidden memory, the last things before he had fallen to Quizthoria (Refer to Part 4) Nodding to himself, now knowing this being was a "human" and not a Phayon trap, Xarius worked quicker, and more effeiciently. Occasionaly, the man's daughter would pop in the lab to bring food and drink for her father. Arianna was her name... but little did the two know... After awakening the message, Zero's human form had awakened, his ears and eyes working fine. He began to associate words heard, with words in the human language.... And by the time his body was done, he had known the Quizthorian language. Back to the reconstruction, After the head, the torso, and then the arms, and finnaly the legs. However there was a problem, "Zero" had no fully awakened. Staying quite the entire five or so years it took... Zero finnaly spoke. "Xarius.... I thank you for repairing my limbs and body... I am forever in your debt... However... I require... a new....power...sour...c..e.." His auxillary power had run out, only his fragile human frame remained, his lung too weak to do anything but pump little air in. Astonished the being knew partial Quizthorian, Xarius knew just the thing, as he broke his Quizthorian down into basic and told the dieing human "Yes, I know what will help, give me a bit." nodding gently "Zero" faded off into a slight coma as Xarius and Arrianna went to work. The bottom section of his torso shell, where the original "engine" was taken out, and rebuilt, to hold power rings. 2 of them were stored in there, the main, and the backup. Along with all the parts neccesary to work them, and integrate them into the being's suit/body. "Zero's" eyes fluttered opened as he shot up from the work table... Looking over at Xarius he smiled and bowed slightly. "I thank you... I owe my life.... and my blade to you." Smiling weakly Xarius nodded. "We could use a blade on our side... The Phayon's continue their attack on my race. His smile turns to sadness and Zero nods again. "Yes, I know, that is how I came to be in your service. I will do everything in my power, to avenge the Quizthorian race, and rain hellfire upon the Phaydon beasts." The Quizthorian smiles slightly and nods, a quizzacal face appearing when Zero says Hellfire, seeing as it's a religious word in english. "Oh, but you need a name! I cannot call you creature forever." Zero nods with a smirk, "I am labelled Avenger in my human dialect." Ariannia chimes in with a big smile. "You are the... Aavaraige Henceforth." And so... Avenger's war against the Phaydon begins... How it will end or begin, is known by only ... fate...

Thankfully, this Quizthorian was an "engineer" he had created spacecraft, for war, and for travel. This, metalic being before him, intrigued him greatly, seeing as his battered body, had some familiar components... sorta... Hiding the body, and continuing the hideout process he finished soon, the hideout containing a lab, he especially built for "Zero." Months of preperatiion went into the research of "Zero" and what he was, and what he could do... Seeing the handle to what appeared to be a weapon, the man knew this was a being created for battle. Being very... VERY careful, the Quizthorian man began to poke and prod through the body, running very limited diagnostics on him. Although the parts the Quizthorian man, that would be known to "Zero" as Xarius Kolthou, were minor, the man's intelect still kept him on, as he began the repair of "Zero." First, the head was reconstructed, and lined with an alloy called Aluminum Arsenide, Xarius knew, that if we were to keep the AA on the outside, his project here would stick out like a sore thumb, so he began to temper and rebuild the titanium he had found hardened in pools around the body. During the reconstruction of the head, Xarius stumbled upon a hidden memory, the last things before he had fallen to Quizthoria (Refer to Part 4) Nodding to himself, now knowing this being was a "human" and not a Phayon trap, Xarius worked quicker, and more effeiciently. Occasionaly, the man's daughter would pop in the lab to bring food and drink for her father. Arianna was her name... but little did the two know... After awakening the message, Zero's human form had awakened, his ears and eyes working fine. He began to associate words heard, with words in the human language.... And by the time his body was done, he had known the Quizthorian language. Back to the reconstruction, After the head, the torso, and then the arms, and finnaly the legs. However there was a problem, "Zero" had no fully awakened. Staying quite the entire five or so years it took... Zero finnaly spoke. "Xarius.... I thank you for repairing my limbs and body... I am forever in your debt... However... I require... a new....power...sour...c..e.." His auxillary power had run out, only his fragile human frame remained, his lung too weak to do anything but pump little air in. Astonished the being knew partial Quizthorian, Xarius knew just the thing, as he broke his Quizthorian down into basic and told the dieing human "Yes, I know what will help, give me a bit." nodding gently "Zero" faded off into a slight coma as Xarius and Arrianna went to work. The bottom section of his torso shell, where the original "engine" was taken out, and rebuilt, to hold power rings. 2 of them were stored in there, the main, and the backup. Along with all the parts neccesary to work them, and integrate them into the being's suit/body. "Zero's" eyes fluttered opened as he shot up from the work table... Looking over at Xarius he smiled and bowed slightly. "I thank you... I owe my life.... and my blade to you." Smiling weakly Xarius nodded. "We could use a blade on our side... The Phayon's continue their attack on my race. His smile turns to sadness and Zero nods again. "Yes, I know, that is how I came to be in your service. I will do everything in my power, to avenge the Quizthorian race, and rain hellfire upon the Phaydon beasts." The Quizthorian smiles slightly and nods, a quizzacal face appearing when Zero says Hellfire, seeing as it's a religious word in english. "Oh, but you need a name! I cannot call you creature forever." Zero nods with a smirk, "I am labelled Avenger in my human dialect." Ariannia chimes in with a big smile. "You are the... Aavaraige Henceforth." And so... Avenger's war against the Phaydon begins... How it will end or begin, is known by only ... fate...

Taking his first steps on the cold hard ground in years, Avenger was refreshed, the new power system inside of himself working wonders, much better than the outdated human one. "This will end.... By my hand alone if it must." he calls out to the sky as it begins to darken with rainclouds and thunderstorms. With rain pouring down on his cold hard metal shell. Avenger makes his way eastwards, a Phayon outpost, 20 miles away. The darkness and rain as his cover, he slips past the patrols without a hitch, his anger to kill them great, but his common sense for commucation contact even greater. Reaching the small outpost for bounty hunters and Phayon soldiers alike, Avenger climbed the wall with ease, the first guard, 20 feet to his right, so as not to attract attention, he snuck up behind the guard and reached out, the guard's head within his arms and hands, with a violent twist of his powerful mechanized body, a slight snap can be heard as the Phayon gurgles on his own fluids as his spinal cord is severed. Pulling his blade out to be sure, a bright green light can be seen on the wall, giving himself away to the outpost. "I am the Holy Aavaraige, nightmare to all evil. My path... ENDS WITH YOUR DEATH." he screams outloud, his blade raised high. Slashing down into the slumped Phayon guard's body. Looking down... the burned and slashed flesh brings back... memories... nightmares.... things of the past... His eyes flutter open with demonic rage as he jumps down calling out the blame for the past murders on the Phayon. "You caused that suffering! It was you! Now You will pay!" his rants grabbing the attention of the whole outpost as Avenger rushes left and right, his sword nothing but a green blur through the rainy black sky. The only light shed on Avenger, the lightning that crackles, causing a strobe effect on the mech. The effect also scaring the living shit out of the inhabitants of the outpost as most rush to attack or flee..... The awesome power and sight left only one alive.... A visiting Phayon commander, who had fled with a recorded message of Avenger. Word spread quickly about this "Holy Aavaraige." Used within the Quizthroain words... gave no suspicion that the being was allied with the Quizthorian, or he was Quizthorian... Noone saw the being..... Year after year passed, as more Phayon died, and more bounty hunters died... Only a few being able to point Avenger out in a lineup... But what they saw.... Caused their brains to melt in fear, driving them into insanity... The year is now 2135, Avenger's war was going strong, but slow, due to the massive size of the planet, only a small area had been cleared near the "hideout" and Xarius told Avenger of a convoy headed around the area, to try and draw out and kill him. Heeding no warnings, filled with only blind rage... Avenger left, and found only part of the "large" convoy talked about, smirking about the misuse of the word "large" Avenger whiped the convoy clean.... Leaving only his signature burn marks and chopped up victims. Returning back his "home" he found it to be in shambles, his friends, his newfound family gone.... the remains? Blood spatter and evidence of Phayon's.... Crawling inside the mangled lair, Avenger lay down on the table he had been reborn on, and drifted into a sleep.... His mind filled with the visions of his friends being taken away from him and he can do nothing about it.... For 4 years he slept in his shutdown stage... filled... with only thoughts of regret, nightmares... and the ever burning thought... for Vengence!

Not Available

None

None

None