A/N: Fun Fact!~ This story actually took 7 consectutive hours to finish over the course of one day. I'm gonna give myself a pat on the back because god, this was harder to revise than it looked. Also, this story probably makes more sense canon-wise if you've watched both seasons of the show, so you might wanna think about doing that first, and then coming back to read this.

Disclaimer: This story was not written by the person who currently owns Kaijudo. It was written by me, and so by extension, I don't own this series. I do, however, own the character Alexandra Rojas as well as most of the Lobachevski family. Also, Aaron Hawkins is Master/Specialist Hawkins, just so we're clear, he's not an OC.

10 years prior

Nadia Lobachevski was always a curious girl, looking for new information and explore for anything fun wherever she went. Of course, being only four years old, this led to quite a bit of problems with her and her family. She was the youngest child out of six children, but she still managed to keep everyone else on their toes to make sure she didn't decide to "explore" her way into a ditch.

Of course, they weren't always right on top of her every move.

Late one January night, in the town of Kropotkin in Krasnodar Krai, little Nadia sat wide awake in her bed, looking out her window at the thick snowfall. The blizzard had just ceased, and only a few flakes fell from the sky on the already thick banks outside. They glittered softly from the stars and lights off of the streetlamps.

Oh, how Nadia wished to play outside, to enjoy this beautiful display first-hand. She hopped out of her bed to first check around if anyone else was awake. With every room she went into, it was the same. Her parents were fast asleep, as were both her older brothers, the twin sisters, and her single older sister.

She was a bit disappointed that they couldn't join the fun, but she didn't wish to rudely awaken them just for her. So, she dressed up in her warmest black and blue gloves, boots, coat, and ear warmers, before gently opening the front door and softly closing it behind her as she left.

Off and away into the thick snowbanks did she bound. Her long raven black hair bouncing and flying around as she played around and rolled, giggling happily. Kicking up mounds and spinning on her heels until she fell down, happy as could be. But then, Nadia saw something in the distance that she hadn't noticed before.

It was a pitch black shed, out in the middle of nowhere. It didn't appear to be connected to any house or anything of the sort, just a singular building standing about 13 meters away. Either it was brand new, since she did not recognize the look of it, or she was much farther from her house than she thought.

Needless to say, her curiosity got the best of her, and she plodded over to check it out. The door looked as if it were bolted tight, but a gentle push proved otherwise, as it loudly creaked open almost immediately. The entire room was barren, only about as big around as a car, and there was a bright horizontal green light directly in the center.

She had barely reached out and brushed it with her fingertips when she found herself in a completely different place. The room was now wide open and rocky, illuminated by a handful of torches, and the platform she stood on (where did that come from?) slowly rose up with a rocky scraping noise. She was absolutely scared out of her wits at this point.

A small stalker-sphere, alerted by the sudden usage of the temple way lines, buzzed into the room. It examined the "intruder" before zipping away. Nadia followed it, wondering if it could maybe help her find someone to bring her back home. She ran all the way out of the room and into the main area of the dojo, giving up catching it, and chasing after another stalker-sphere until she made her way into the most beautiful room she'd ever seen.

The Kaijudo Library.

Nadia could not read English nor Russian, but this was the most fabulous place she had witnessed in her young life. Everything was glowing and bright, almost as if they had come from another world. She abandoned the stalker-sphere and turned her attention to this magical place. She took each and every single tablet she could find and placed them in a huge stack on one of the tables, examining each and every one of them, until the warmth of the room and her own exhaustion dragged her down into sleep.

And Master Jaha, already fully aware of their little visitor was all set to bring her back home. She picked up the girl, careful not to jostle her awake, and started to make her way back to the chamber with the way-lines without a second thought. "And where do you think you're going?" Master Brightmore's voice called out from behind.

Master Jaha only turned to him and smiled. "Why, I'm bringing this little girl home. Everything tonight will be brushed off as a sweet dream. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to use a cyber virus on her." This quickly shut Nigel up, and Master Jaha proceeded on her merry way, humming a soft lullaby.

10 months prior

There were many words that one could use to describe Isobel and Rafael Chavez, both positive and negative. None of those words were "Motherly," "Fatherly," or anything of that sort. Not to say they were intentionally horrible people, but that they were merely too scholarly for the act of child-raising, or so gossip spread.

Both parents were well-educated, with Isobel majoring in science and historical events and Rafael in medical studies. Needless to say, their child would be just as educated as they, whether the child knew it or not. And, against the wishes of most likely everyone in their town, the couple had a son named Hector.

Hector, while not neglected or injured, wasn't exactly treated as one would and should expect. Not to mince words, but he was treated as if he were a student to them, rather than their own child. By the age of eight, he'd memorized enough rules and guidelines to fill up a terms and agreement page on a cell phone.

In what could be seen as a testament to the Chavez's bizarre parenting, he was almost immediately shipped off to a private boarding school out of the country at the age of thirteen. If his life wasn't comedically dull before this, it would most certainly worsen with this new development. But fate never seems to have a certain rhyme or reason to it, as he would soon find out in his second year at the school.

Hector Chavez, now fourteen years old, was busy in the midst of homework in his dormitory (which is a massive oxymoron, come to think of it) late at night. But there was one thing keeping him from having undivided attention on his Chemistry, and that was a series of noises coming from outside. It sounded as if a pair of dogs were fighting loudly right in the middle of the courtyard.

He ignored it, deciding his studies were more important than watching a pair of dogs rip each other's throats out. But, it was definitely strange, as it soon dawned on him that there would be no reason for there to be a pair of wild dogs in the middle of a private school. His curiosity leapt up when he heard the voice of his Headmistress distantly call out.

"...Back from where you came!"

Now, he was in a bit of a predicament. He knew he wasn't allowed outside of his room after sundown, but he couldn't just sit there with one of his superiors in possible need of help. Against all his better judgement and fourteen years of teachings otherwise, Hector slowly opened the door, and stepped outside.

And stared in awe at what was right in front of him.

Headmistress Rojas was dodging attacks from a massive bipedal wolf-like creature. To her side was another creature, though much smaller in size and resembling more of a shining blue alien. The wolf lunged at her again, but she deflected the blow with a small shield from her hand. Looking a bit closer, he saw a fuchsia glove on that hand.

Honestly, he was completely enthralled with the entire event. He watched wordlessly from afar, as Rojas and the blue creature proceeded to curbstomp the wolf into the ground. When it finally collapsed, and disintegrated into a pile of leaves, he did not move, wondering what else might happen.

But then, the blue creature suddenly looked up, and directly at him, its eyes flashing bright red. Hector fell backwards, and then quickly scrambled back into his room, locking his door, shutting the lights off and crawling under the covers of his bed. After what felt like an eternity in six minutes, a single sharp knock sounded on the door, and Rojas' voice rang clear again.

"Mister Chavez," she said, as Hector very slowly pulled the covers off of his head. "I know you're in there. The sooner you let me in, the faster this will be over with."

Hector sat up on his bed, staring at the door. Oh, he was going to be in serious trouble, and his parents would find out and he would be dead. Another knock came at the door. "Mister Chavez, I know you're not asleep. This isn't like you, boy."

He very slowly made his way to the door, flicked on the lights, and unlocked it. "Good evening, Miss Rojas."

"Mister Chavez," she said, with a matter-of-fact tone present in her voice, crossing her arms. "Were you out of your dormitory after your given hours?"

"Yes, but…" He started. "I just heard noises, and I was worried about you, and I didn't want to not help, so I-"

"I don't need any excuses. Were you out or were you not." She loudly replied, cutting him off.

"Yes."

"And how much of that little altercation did you see?" she asked, pointing outside towards the courtyard with her thumb.

"I don't know, some of it?" He shakily responded. "I-I saw you kill that wolf creature, and the other thing you had with you."

Headmistress Rojas rubbed her eyes, nudging her glasses a bit out of place, only for them to fall back perfectly where they had begun on her nose. She then knelt down to Hector's height. "Now, Chavez. I want you to be honest with me. That is all I truly ask for now. With all of that in mind, how much of this would you like to understand?"

Hector thought about it for only a couple of seconds before making his decision. "All of it."

10 days prior

"Look, I'm just saying, Galaxy Battalion is just getting weird with a sudden prequel trying to explain stuff we already know!"

"True, but you've gotta admit that the special effects actually look decent, and don't look like a bunch of people in rubber suits and bad wigs."

Fourteen year-old Kimora Benjirou and Aaron Hawkins were enjoying a perfectly normal Saturday afternoon. The two were walking down the city square, just talking about their shared interests, anxieties and frustrations about school, theorizing about new comics, and at this point in time, arguing over whether or not the Galaxy Battalion franchise should have gotten a prequel, or stayed on its own with only the original duo of movies released.

"It was made in 1971!" Aaron retorted. "They had an excuse, it's not like they slapped together something at the last minute! Besides, it could've been drawn on a napkin and it'd still have a better storyline than this one."

"But we finally got an answer as to why Princess Hexavill's entire species suddenly became nocturnal only fifty years ago!" Kimora insisted. "And don't tell me you didn't think it was cool when Denver Sigmallion's left arm got robotized."

"Denver was the only good part of the movie," Aaron said. "And that's just because they changed half his sister's backstory so that she'd turned into an evil empress who tried to melt down her own hometown instead of a misunderstood anti-heroine who was forced into slavery by her uncle."

"Yeah, that… really wasn't needed. I'm just going to pretend that Rin was seeing things after he got pistol whipped by that cyborg." Kimora said, looking at the ground. A loud crash from inside an alleyway suddenly interrupted their conversation, as Aaron held out a hand in front of Kimora to stop him from moving. "You hear that?" he whispered.

"How could I not?" Aaron responded. The two teenagers slowly looked into the alley, and could see something rattling inside of a trash can. Suddenly the can exploded, a tiny missile rocketing out and spraying wet newspaper and torn metal to the left and right of the alley. Both boys ducked as the missile shot over them and plowed into a fire hydrant, breaking it in half.

"Who would put a bottle rocket in a trash can?" Kimora nearly screamed, watching the hydrant suddenly geyser upwards. "That's no bottle rocket…" Hawkins said, his eyes widening. He immediately got back up, lifting Kimora once he'd gotten stable on two feet. "C'mon, I think I know what did that!" He yanked Kimora's arm, dragging him along with him as he ran down the street.

"Wait, d-don't you mean who?" Kimora asked, trying his best to keep up with Aaron. After what felt like forever, Hawkins finally slowed down to a halt as they arrived in front of an empty greenhouse. He then turned to Kimora, still catching his breath.

"Y'know when I said that I needed to tell you something… like two weeks ago… but I chickened out and told you I'd forgotten it?" he gasped. Kimora nodded, still gasping for breath himself. "Cool. I'm gonna… You're… Just watch, okay?"

Aaron pulled a black half glove out of his back pocket, and put it on. He then closed his eyes and clenched his fist in front of his face, the gauntlet lighting up with a blue glow as he did. When he unclenched his fist, the half-glove had been transformed into a dark maroon glove, with brown highlights. Kimora stared in wordless awe, as Aaron opened his eyes and smiled.

"And that's just the beginning!" He rushed over to the doors of the greenhouse and pushed them open. Kimora followed, still reeling from the sudden weirdness. "How did… what. Did you do that, or is it?"

"I'll explain later, dude. Right now, I've gotta take care of something before it gets way too outta hand. Stand back a little!" He then proceeded to perform a Fire summon kata, calling out "Scrap Heap Hunter!"

A portal with the Fire civilization's insignia opened up, and a small fiery gremlin popped out of it. At this point, Kimora was a combination of confused, excited and really shocked. "Yeah," he said. "I'm. I think I'm going to sit down for a while and rethink my entire life." He said, taking a seat on a bright green rock.

Except, as luck would have it, this rock was no rock at all! It was a Launcher Locust, and it had currently been rudely woken up from its slumber by a rather unfortunate Kimora. It hissed loudly, unearthing itself from the ground and frantically attempting to buck him off.

"Ben!" Aaron called, horrified at the possible danger he'd put his friend in. He turned to the Scrap Heap Hunter, and motioned towards the Locust. "You've gotta help get my friend away from that thing before me becomes bug juice!" The Burn Belly nodded, and immediately began searching around for objects to be used as projectiles.

Meanwhile, Kimora was screaming. "You know what? I don't want to know what your secret is! I just wanna go home, and go to bed, and get my sleeve out of this thing's back scales, and forget everything!" His speech became much more frantic and fast as the sentence went on, as he tried yanking his jacket's sleeve away from the bug's turrets.

The bug suddenly stopped, jerking Kimora forward and off of the bug, tearing half of his sleeve off in the process. It then loomed over him, turrets ready to fire, mandibles drooling, eyes bright red…

And then the Scrap Heap Hunter fired a bunch of makeshift flaming arrows into its back, launching it straight into a wall, and banishing it away. Aaron ran over to Kimora and helped him up. "Oh man, I am so, so sorry! You okay?"

"No, no, no! I'm fine! Just don't call me 'Ben' anymore, alright?" He dusted himself off, and looked over to where the monster had vanished, and then looked back at Hawkins. "So… is that everything you needed to tell me?" he jokingly asked.

"Well, not everything…"