The hybrid

Prologue -The battle of sword valley

Long ago.. Longer than any recorded history can recall, the world was nothing more than an endless of sea, cloaked by a boundless sky. Then two great titans came into existence. The Bionis and Mechonis. The two were locked in a timeless battle, until finally; nothing but their lifeless corpses remained. Eons have passed, and now our home, stretching across the remains of the Bionis, is under attack by a relentless force known as the Mechon.

Dunban didn't like Sword Valley. It wasn't just the sword of the Mechonis, it was the Mechon stronghold. The place was literally crawling with mechanical beasts, and it was nearly impossible to avoid them, even if you took the rafters above. At the end of the winding corridors and confusing paths, there was a fortress at the hilt of the sword -Galahad Fortress. This was where they were aiming, if they still had enough men to storm the place.

Dunban lay low, a red sword clutched in his hands. It was currently deactivated, but once it was activated, a brilliant blue saber would lurch out, ready to attack anything that stood in it's path. A circle near the hilt of the sword was currently dull and lifeless, but once the sword was activated by a simple will, it would spring to life, filling with multicolored particles into a symbol. Around him, men charged as the signal was given, brandishing either drivers or ether rifles high, and attacking the oncoming wave of mechanical beasts. Most of the Mechon were covered in dark blue and golden armour, with visible working parts beneath. In the place of eyes, Mechon had red glowing lights which flashed when it spotted an enemy.

Hundreds of M63 Mechon units were stampeding down the hill while the Defense Force soldiers charged to meet them. For an unknown reason, Homs were used as food for the Mechon, just as bread and butter would be for them. They were nearly impossible to defeat, if you didn't have the sword the Dunban currently held. Screams erupted around Dunban and he was viciously jarred back into reality as the men were killed all around him. He couldn't bear to watch as one man screamed, "Get away from me!" And fired his Ether rifle desperately. Dunban didn't know what happened next as the order to retreat was given and he was forced backwards as the men screeched and fled. One unlucky man's limp body was flung in the oncoming wave of Mechon after reporting something into a radio, and Dunban's hand clenched on his sword. He raced through the ranks of shrieking, fleeing men and activated the sword, the blue beam of energy emerging, and sprinted up the slope to meet the enemy. He sliced upwards on one of the Mechon M72, and dismantled another M63 unit. With a defiant yell, he sliced with his sword up and down, destroying any Mechon that touched even the tip of the blazing sword. He placed one foot on the wreckage of one of the beasts he had defeated, and smirked, despite the explosions and screams around him.

"They're advancing down our weak right flank," He mused to himself, slamming the sword into the Mechon's remains. "For a bunch of soulless machines, they seem to know a thing or two... But we'll see." He screamed again, and charged, the sword blazing and sending energy into the weakened soldiers as he destroyed legions of Mechon M72's, and hordes of Mechon M51's. Dunban dove behind an abandoned Mobile Artillery, his heart pounding with the exhilaration of the battle.

As he glanced over it with a wide smile he saw the Mechon approaching in uncountable numbers.
He took up the red sword once more and was about to go charging in the midst of the machines and- "Dunban!" Dunban turned his head to look at the person who had kept him from charging into battle, as a second man ran to squat beside him and the first man. "We've been given the order to retreat," The first said.
"We're pulling back the line to Colony Six." A nearby explosion caused him to throw his hands to the side of his head to protect himself from the blast of heat that followed. He lowered his hand and continued, as if the bomb had never went off. "That's where we'll set off the last line of defense." "Yeah," Dunban agreed, his own voice sounding foreign in his ears. "That's a good idea. Anymore time spent hanging around here and we're done for." "Count me in!" The second man said in a scratchy voice. "We gotta get outta here!" "Or!" Dunban said, turning to face the second man, just seconds away from cutting him off. "We could stay and fight."
"What?!" The second man's exclamation of horror was cut short as another searing hot blast went off. All three men leaned away from it out of reflex, the second crying out out of anger. "We may die if we stay here," Dunban said. "But staying here gives us a chance to change our destinies. We have the Monado." He looked to the gleaming red sword in his hands, and glanced over it lovingly. "With this, the future is ours for the taking!" He got up, scaling the artillery, and was about to charge into battle once more when the first man forced him back down behind the weapon. "Stupid beast!" He growled. "Your body can't take any more of the Monado! I can tell by just looking at you!"