Prologue: Kamen Rider Century
In a barren wasteland, stood a rider in armor, the black sands waving around him in the wind. It was almost as if the wind was taunting the man with its cheerfulness. The gold glimmered in the low light of the dusk, looking only a fraction of its usual splendor. The silver plates along his mid-section reflected the purple light making the large man seemed unearthly. He looked a strange sight to the few animals, and if any them could describe the sight they would have thought the man's armor looked a strange cross between a grid and a virus The green visor forming an approximation of eyebrows on the red eyes of the armor made the visiting lord look perpetually angry. He stares up, before he fell to his knees. Standing around the center statue in a semi circle were statues of past Kamen Riders and heroes. If he weren't so consumed with the statue of the woman he would have thought it was the altar for a pantheon of gods.
"All of My predecessors...I have conquered this world, and now I will conquer what Lokar couldn't do!" The man mutters quietly, pulling himself to his feet closer to the statue of the woman. He was briefly distracted by the reflection of light on his gauntlet as he wiped the dust and sand away from a plate on the base of the statues. A gunshot came off, and the man saw a rider...one that was red, blue and white. He took notice at the new rider, and chucked evilly. " I came to visit you again, Ryunosuke." He mutters quietly to himself. * Bang! * The sound of a gunshot cracks across the sky, echoing around him. The man doesn't even flinch as the bullet hits just above his head. He turned to see a large army, their weapons trained on him. " Humph. What foolishness. " He mutters, as a sniper fires a shot. Before it even hits, the bullet slows down and stops completely floating in mid air.
"Uh oh!!" Century exclaims as he stands up and runs off into the distance. Lifting up his finger, the armored man pushes away the bullet as it resumes and flies towards him sending it askew. " Bullets… When will that man learn?" The man mutters as he looks back at the army charging him. He steps forwards towards the entrance.
"How many of you must I kill before you learn?" He let out a sigh, as he walked down the steps of the statue and out onto the sand. Lifting up his right hand and putting it out to everyone, the man snaps his fingers, as magic lines came to light up across his body. On the ground thirteen magic circles appear. A flash of light, and thirteen figures surround the man. To the army, he looked regal like a warrior god surrounded by his guard. The setting sun elongated their shadows making their already dangerous aura seem sinister. A dark god indeed, thought one of the soldiers.
"Crud! He summoned the Servants!" A rebel demon screamed out to his comrades. The demons turned and bowed before the man, as he commands them. "Leave the Rebels before us, to me. The reinforcements, I trust you to handle. "
"Shoot! " Thought the rebel rider. " How did he know? " The feeling of imminent death overtakes the commander. Another demon stands up straight as they exclaim in unison.
"Yes! Master!" They each set off in a different direction, completely ignoring the rebels before their master. They disappear over the dunes, not one of the soldiers trying to stop them. The rebels look back to the man. The man looks out amongst the men staring at him. It seems that Cronus' patience with the rebellion had finally run out. The air is thick with anticipation. The men are sweating and their hearts are pounding in their anxiety towards what the king would do. The dry wind blows past the men, the silence is cut by the sound of sweat beats dropping to the ground. Extending out both of his arms one towards the army behind the dunes to his left, the other towards the men in front of him; he exclaims. " Try as you may, none of you will see the dawn, for I am Kamen Rider Cronos, King of the Super Dimension! None shall leave these plains alive! None shall live to remember today! " He exclaimed.
"Charge!" One of the rebels shouted as they charge over the dunes shooting at Cronus. He simply lowers his hands and flicks his right wrist and the bullets freeze in place. The rebel army continues to charge in increasing desperation. With another flick of his armored wrist, Cronus deflects the bullets and sends them back at the army as if the bullets were riochetting off of the air around him. The bullets hit the first wave of soldiers sending them to the ground in lifeless heaps. From over the dunes missiles are sent flying towards the king who was quickly losing his patience with the rebel soldiers. ' Huh, at least they managed to fire some off. ' Cronus thought to himself, turning to look at them before snapping his fingers, turning the missiles to dust. The dust falls to the ground before him, like peasants paying homage. It takes him a moment to realize that some of the missle dust has landed on his shoulder. He turns his attention to the dust upon his shoulder. The rebel army gets even closer. Not paying them any mind, Cronus simply wipes off the dust on his armor before he swings his arm out and around. An invisible wave shoots out, and the army in the direct vicinity is frozen, like living versions of the statues surrounding their king. He walks into the crowd of rebels coming to a stop in the center of their improvised formation looking something like a drunken V; chuckling before telling them.
"How does it feel to realize your folly? To know that you had the power of time on your side. That it was once your advantage. But now… Time, time is now a curse to you. A curse that will lead you to your unavoidable deaths. Just like the Masters and their servants who stood against me for the Grail. For your defiance. You. Will. Die! " It was a cold kind of fear the army feels at his mocking. The type that made you stop and wonder why you chose to do any of it in the first place. The rebels watch as he swings his arms around and could do nothing, frozen like statues as they were turned to dust. The screams of their surviving comrades fill the battlefield as they realize how horrifying their foe truly is. Watching the desolation before them is the statues of the Kamen Riders and the previous heroes. Their belief in morality, in good and justice being trampled upon by the rebel's presence. Massive mechanoid robots drop into the battlefield and stomp towards Cronus. One lifts up its foot to smash him. But he simply grabs the mech's extended leg, lifting it off the ground and tossing it into the other mech, destroying them both as they explode into a ball of flames. Another Mech flies towards the now madly cackling king hoping to at least do something - anything at all - to him, but he simply swings his arm batting away the mech like a fly causing it to crash into the ground. With a flick with his wrist, the time around him stops. Everything from the explosions to the gunfire to the soldiers where they stood and were now frozen in place. Even the look of unadulterated horror on the soldiers' faces were frozen in time. Those not caught in succumbed to their overwhelming fear.
" You fools could never defeat me. And do you know why?- " Cronus asks as he looks around. There are no words to describe the horror on the faces of the rebel soldiers at the insanity personified in the king. " Because I am destined to win. For the flow of time states my victory. " With another wave of his arm, Cronus sent a wave of time disintegrating his enemies. "Century!" The sole rebel who was able to push past his fear exclaims as he pushes a woman in a white dress into a ditch letting her dodge the wave, just before the Rebel and the rest of his comrades above ground joined the growing piles of dust becoming no more than grains of sand in the black desert.
The rider climbs his way to the top of a dune, that was most probably some of her lost comrades. ' Well, crud.' She thought. ' There goes that plan. I told them this was a bad idea. But no! No one listens to the commander who actually has to deal with this!' He thinks to herself in anger, knowing that they might have had a better chance if they had followed her plan.
"Use the gift I've just given you to return to your generals and tell them to surrender." Cronus tells the rider. ' I'm no mere peasant, Cronus. I'm the commander who led the troops you just turned into litter.' He shouted at him, disgusted at the order Cronus had just addressed. Cronus tossed a small bag of the soldiers dust to the woman, in which he catches. "There is no point to this. Tell them to case this battle, and end this senseless battle. " Cronus says before turning away from him. ' Well no kidding, psycho villain.' And the rider ran off, both to comply with his orders and to get out of dodge from his next attack. He snaps his fingers again as he left, and the sand turns into dying dirt then into fertile, green grass covering the once dead land. " Alas… Silence. " Cronus says as he turns back towards the statues, the wind blowing the grass.
He turned to his subordinate, Kamen Rider Glare, who had his arms crossed. "Glare. Have you prepared us for dimension hopping?" he asked him.
"Yes, Cronus." He said smugly. "We're going to the past to the SDT dimension. The rebels are lame in this dimension!"
"So, we will say goodbye to this era." Cronus said, as he activated a rider gasshat. "It's too late to stop us!" He gloated, as he activated his finisher and Glare called for his. Their combined powers were enough to wipe out the forces and demolish them clean! They were ready to go to the SDT dimension in the past!
Inside, Kamen Rider Woz was overlooking the battle going on outside. The door opened as Kamen Rider Century stepped in Urgently. "Woz!" He screamed. "Cronus has already wiped out our forces!"
Woz just took this in stide. "Somehow, I am not surprised." he said. "I figured this would happen." He turned to Century. "He's attempting to go the SDT dimension in the past. It's time for us to follow him." He turned to the window. "To the chrono ship!" he said, they took off.
Outside, the Chrono Ship was about to take off from the platform. The two riders are about to take off, as Century activated the flight dynamics and was ready to fly into the past. "All systems go!" he announced.
Woz got the message loud and clear. "Ignition." he said, as he hit the button and the ship started to take off. The time gate was open, and the ship was starting to hover to the past. He then noticed rumbling. "What's that?" he wondered.
Another ship appeared in the path, and he could see Cronus and Glare in their way. "Take us to the past." Cronus demanded. as the ship went RIGHT to them.
"Darn it!" Century said in rage and fear. "They were planning to use us all along!" It was already too late as they couldn't do anything to stop it! They had slammed into their adversaries and were already on their way to the past. The SDT dimension of the past is their next stop. Who knows how Twilight, her new friends and her old friends would react?
