Tokyo, Japan – 3:47 A.M.
The city never truly sleeps. Even in the deep hours of the night, the hum of neon signs and flickering billboards colored the foggy streets in hues of electric blue and green. The skyline pulsed like a circuit board; thunder rolled in the distance. A storm was coming—but not from the sky.
Beneath the glowing city, nestled in the underbelly of a sleepy alley between two vending machines, a garage buzzed with life.
Inside, Hikaru Tenma, an 18-year-old tech prodigy with sharp black hair and a ridiculous caffeine addiction, was going on 40 straight hours of no sleep. He squinted at the three screens glowing in front of him, red veins crawling across his eyes like wires across a motherboard. His small workbench was cluttered with circuit boards, loose alien tech fragments, and half-finished blueprints. A cup of instant ramen had been left so long it had fossilized.
"This is impossible," he muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose. "There's no way a data signal like that originates from a meteor crash. It's encoded. It's... intelligent."
Hikaru tapped a few keys. A string of alien symbols scrolled across the center screen in pale green. He ran it through his custom decryption software—a Frankenstein mashup of reverse-engineered Galvan code and his own neural net system.
Then it happened.
A blinding surge of static tore through the monitors. Lights in the garage flickered. The power grid wailed. A bolt of crackling green energy lashed out from the main console and struck the ground with a metallic THUD.
Hikaru flinched, falling out of his chair.
The smoke cleared, revealing something resting in the cratered floor.
Not a bomb.
Not a meteor fragment.
A gauntlet.
Black, Smooth and angular, like armor grown instead of forged. A circular interface gleamed softly on top—eight color full orbs blue, red, green and purple, on the side, and one center glyph pulsing faintly with life. Not the green hourglass of the Omnitrix.
Something new.
Hikaru, heart pounding, stepped closer.
"You're... not from NASA," he said slowly.
The gauntlet's center flickered with energy as if responding.
"HELLO, HIKARU."
He yelped, scrambling back. "Okay—talking space bracelet. That's... definitely new."
Then, another voice.
A roar.
The wall behind him exploded inwards with a sonic boom. Bricks and tech parts scattered like confetti as a blur shot into the room, landing in a three-point stance surrounded by dust and flame.
She rose slowly.
Tall. Lithe. Alien.
Scorch.
A female XLR8 species with jet-white body with pink armor plating, crimson pink-ish trails spiraling from her claws, and a cold fire burning in her eyes. A deep scar split her left eye, glowing with internal energy. She looked older than she should've—like someone who had run too far for too long.
Her voice was sharp, urgent.
"Get away from that device."
Hikaru blinked. "Uh. Hi?"
She moved with a blur—before he could react, she was inches from his face, claws at his throat. "That is not yours."
"Okay, chill!" he blurted. "I didn't ask for it! It just... crashed here!"
The gauntlet sparked again. This time, the center glyph flared a bright blue. Scorch saw it—and for the first time—her expression faltered.
"It bonded with you already…"
She backed away slowly, still tense.
"You activated the Elementatrix. That's not supposed to happen. Not unless…"
Lightning flashed outside the broken wall. Hikaru stood, half-shielding the gauntlet.
"What's the Elementatrix? Why were you tracking it? Who even are you?"
"Name's Scorch. One of the Last survivor of planet kinet until recently."
She looked away.
"I was sent to Earth to find the Elementatrix before he did."
"He?" Hikaru asked. "Let me guess. Evil alien warlord type?"
Scorch didn't answer.
Above Earth – Orbit Layer Delta
The stars twisted. Reality bent. A sleek, silver vessel slipped from slipstream space and hovered in silence. The front visor cracked open.
Inside stood Sharim.
Taller than any normal Kineceleran. Shoulders armored in deep indigo metal. Spikes lined his back like bone-blades, and his eyes glowed red—not from rage, but from sheer focus.
The Spacetrix on his wrist pulsed.
"Target signature located," the system whispered. "Elementatrix detected. Host: Human. Location: Earth—Eastern continent."
Sharim said nothing.
He stared down at the blue sphere, fingers flexing slowly. Then, he whispered under his breath—half memory, half prophecy.
"Scorch... you always ran. But you knew I'd catch up."
He lifted the Spacetrix.
"Time for the hunt."
A surge of energy burst from his body as it twisted and morphed. Bones restructured. Limbs curved into unnatural forms. In seconds, he vanished into a living shadow.
Vornyx launched from the ship, diving toward the planet below with a soundless screech.
Back in Tokyo
Scorch's ears twitched.
"...He's here."
Hikaru looked confused. "Wait—who is—"
Then the lights died.
The garage fell into blackness.
And from the shadows, something crawled. Something that whispered in screeches and bled terror into the air.
Scorch's claws glowed.
Hikaru raised the Elementatrix—and its center glyph pulsed in warning red.
Something monstrous had arrived