Prologue

Ta'Na'E'Ka.

A large city known for it's amazing technology, and it's seperation from the rest of all known life. Whenever another life form lands, then capture it an make it fight in a battle arena, usually against there reigning champion. If the outlander loses, they die. If they win, they are killed, as well. So, it is hopeless. Always.

Often, the outlander fights back it's captors. He is either killed or contained; it hardly matters. Nobody would miss anything but a little bit of entertainment at seeing a battle.

So, the residents were greatly surprised when a tall Gear landed silently, and surrendered without putting up a fight or trying to escape. Using their own little group of mechas and Gears, they escorted the blue and purple Gear, seemingly equipped with an unactivated energy scythe, to the battle arena. The King, equipped on the most powerful Gear on the city of Ta'Na'E'Ka, was there himself.

"We found this Gear on the outskirts of the prvince of Kataki," said one of the captors. "He is yours to do with as you wish."

"Excellent," replied the King, with a deep, rumbling voice. "Bring forth Taiteki."

One of the Gear's stepped forward. It had a beam sword, the green energy making up the blade glowing brightly. This was obviously the reigning champion, judging on how the others stepped back, forming a circle around the two. The purple and black Gear, Rigamortis by name, stood silent and still.

The champion knew his business, not waiting a moment. The Gear leapt forward, swinging the beam sword. Rigamortis stood stolid until the champion was nearly on top of him.

In one quick motion, the energy scythe was activated, Rigamortis sidestepped the attack, and with one powerful blow, the champion's Gear was cleanly cut in half at the waist. Shocked silence filled the arena, quickly taking over the cheers of battle. Obviously few had defeated the champ, and no one so quickly.

Standing still once more, weapon glowing in hand, the pilot of the Rigamortis spoke for the first time.

"What a joke."

Infuriated, the Gear of the King stood up. "Destroy him!"

Loyally and obediantly, if a bit reluctantly, a swarm of Gears and mechas surrounded Rigamortis. Somehow, in a very short amount of time, all but the purple and black Gear had fallen. The King was shocked beyond belief.

"Impossible... Fine, then." The King drew two beam sabers, much like the champions, but on in each hand, from his back, each glowing with a light purple energy. "I shall destroy you myself."

Though a bit of a stronger Gear, the King was most definately out of practice. Soon, he too, lay in pieces, with the Rigamortis standing over him, looking down at the arm and head, the two 'parts' had had chosen to dismember. "Long live the King..." the pilot muttered, and a missile fired from his back, flying high into the air before arching down to collide with the Gear's head, exploding on impact.

The pilot was surprised when the rest of the Gears and mechas had cheered then. He had expected another battle. Pity.

One of the Gears, a short stocky blue and green one, stood forward. "Thank you, Sir Knight!" he said. Or maybe she. "You have defeated the tyrant born into kingship! Thank you, for you have saved Ta'Na'E'Ka!!"

The cheering flared up again, and Rigamortis flew up into the air, into space. The last he could hear from the men below was, "You are a hero, now! You will always have a place to come to, Sir Knight!"

The pilot was getting tired of being called Sir Knight. When he was high, high above the city, he turned the Gear to face it. "A hero, but for whom?" the pilot asked no one in particular.

The Gear reached behind it's back and pulled out a huge gun, taking up both of his hands, a Gear sized bazooka. It grew even more in size when he twisted it, the end slowly spinning until it was twice the length.

Setting the Nuclear Blaster on his shoulder, the Rigamortis took quick aim and fired. A huge missile, over twenty feet long and three wide, streaked towards the city, the drill on it's head spinning furiously. The pilot dropped the huge gun and flew in the opposite direction without waiting to see what happened.

On contact, the gigantic missile exploded with a blast that, by proportion, was larger even than the missle. It took out the entire city and miles around it, making all the land impossible to live in for years.

Densetsu smirked as he flew away, one of his rare smiles. In the background, the planet exploded in a huge white flash of white, already far behind. Another successful mission accomplished.