R-TYPES : The Legend Strikes Now

Story by Armored Raven

Author Note : For those of you who know what R-Type is, and are hot for it.

This fanfic is made in my interpretation of what happens in the events of the 5 R-Type games, vaguely shown in-game. There's going to be a lot of grotesque and gruesome depictions and references, so don't read on if you're faint-hearted. But cheer up, because that's the bad news. Good thing is, there will be futa on top of some hetero lovings. Also this is another one of my 'no-save' run story, so if it stops, just bug me to continue ~

And now, the legends are compiled

Volume 1 : Taboo Mission : right below!

Volume 2 : Lair of Disasters : http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?t=31283&page=5

Volume 3 : Another Saviour : http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?t=31283&page=11 (ongoing)

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(Disclaimer : Before reading this story however, you must be warned that this story contains hermaphroditic characters, as well as excess amounts of nudity, sexual and bizarre / grotesque depictions present. The author will not bear any responsibility if any reader ignores this disclaimer and gets discomforted, mentally ill, or offended from further reading. The author will also not be liable for any charges, since this is a completely original work, not copied from another source or authorship. Writings below are also not related to any profit related activities, and they will never ever be.

Please do not circulate the writings and profit from it without permission from the author. Any actual occurence identical to the writings below are purely coincidental and unwanted by the author to begin with. Characters appearing in the writings are below are fabricated to fit the story, nothing more. They are owned by the author, and no one else outside of mention.

This penwork is a fan fiction of horizontal shooting game series R-Type / R-Type II / R-Type III / R-Type Delta / R-Type Final , rightfully owned and made by Irem Software Engineering Inc. This is not to be taken as commisions and or deals. Any inspiration sparked by the writings below are not responsibilities of the author either. As readers, you have the right to refrain from making spiteful comments, and make sure to question or criticize the author in a friendly and orderly fashion. Thanks for understanding and hope you have a happy reading)

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Earth Hegemony , AD 2501

~NHK news chopper camera view summary

It's night time, not clear when. Death graces the streets made of fragmented tarmac, and flames soon engulf the then-derelict and undermaintained skyscrapers. Civilians are being shot dead, torn to pieces, or straight out dissolve into a pool of thick liquid tissue. These are yet again, the work of Bydo

The dreadful Bydo Empire

Embodiment of fear, legion of evil, harbingers of destruction, and last but not least

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... *cue the appearance of a gigantic warship launching waves after waves of green fighters*

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Mistakes of mankind

R-TYPES

The Legend Strikes Now

"Where is the effing R-Type squadron assisting this damn operation?!?"

Shouted a disgruntled and pressured, combat-hardened army commando, who looks like a thirties age, tough built rough-houser, of local race

He led dozens of infantrymen holding Stinger missiles to shoot the green menace down, however few they can, yet to no avail. What entails shortly after is another random explosion snuffing away lifes of children, youth and women, aka the populace. Some of the infantry are firing their bulked-up heavy machine guns, pelting away enemy mechs on the land, which are also colored in green, though lighter. The machine guns, when used right, their armor-shredding bullets shred the knee joints of the gun-armed humanoid machines down, making it collapse into its own explosion, 'avenging' the deaths of lifes they claimed.

But with a faint respite gained after taking 3 of the mechs down, it soon break away into fear and helplessness as the airborne green menace are still using gunfire to light the Tokyo in flames, turning it from already deserted capital, into a burning landscape of defeat.

"Gyaaaaaaa!! Go back and fuck your makers!" the commando swears as he fires his laser beam rifle, the lack of range is the only issue stopping him from taking down the planes.

"Grblah?!?" one of the infantry men shouted as he is blown into pieces, pints of blood splattered across the pavement and sideway along with flyin

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