Enter Free For All [any universe, any version, just let me know, noisy muse is noisy, etc.~]

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Metaroids could be truly interesting things. To think that a Metaroid from a film projector could create life-like, realistic and, most importantly, solid and tangible images... To consider the power inherent in simple kitchen tools...

Discovering the existence of polygraph machines was trés bien as far as Enter was concerned, and upon corrupting one of these marvelous machines with Metavirus: Shinjitsu, he was presented with a Metaroid that could, through the facilitation of small darts, force the victim to speak only the truth.

What havoc they will wreak together. Magnifique!

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I have no idea. He's probably a displaced camp!joe and thus could fit anywhere

[blueondeck]

Coming to Earth was meant to be a short visit. Supplies, food, and the little things that everyone had gotten use to on their stay was the only reason he was there to begin with At the very least he still had the GokaiJet stored in an abandoned hangar for ease back into space, although it had also recently become used for lodging due to a pretty strange problem.

The problem was just that he had no idea how to get back, or in a other words, he was stranded.

He still had his Mobirates, but for some reason it would only give him an "out of range" tone that it had never done before. Transforming and everything else was still on line though. Weird.

With a sigh he just went on about his business, yet at the moment that only amounted to sitting on a bench and looking towards the sky.

[well he can have mid-canon Enter for now, if it goes elsewhere we'll see :Db]

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Enter wasn't really pushing any particular agenda with this Metaroid. Amuse Messiah, gather data, distract or frustrate the Go-Busters, cause havoc, summon a Megazord, gather Enetron. Just business as usual.

The Metaroid itself had it's own plan in mind, as it rampaged through the city, shooting everything in site and not bothering to wait and see about the effects of it's darts.

C'est la vie. Enter approaches their newest victim on the Metaroid's heels, and smirks as the dart flies for their prey. Long-haired pretty boy that he is, obviously distracted.

Candy from babies, to be sure.

that works for me

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Joe could hear the ruckus around him and the entrance of the Kaijin and it's humanoid companion. Yet it was only enough to get this strange man to pull his saber out and twirl it once in his hand before pulling it horizontal in the air to slice them in half just as the darts seemed to be close enough that the target couldn't escape.

He didn't stand yet through, his sword hand came back between his leg with the tip of the sword touching the ground and his attention on the pair. This definitely didn't look like the Zangyack's work, otherwise there would have been an introduction or at least recognition.

So he settled on staring at them, or more particularly, the humanoid.

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Enter pauses when a sword materalizes from nowhere into the hand of their newest victim. Further than that, he manages to cut the darts out of the air.

"Oh la la. Joli garçon has teeth."

The Metaroid prepared another wave of darts, but Enter halted them with a brush of fingertips against the machine's arm.

"I would prefer it if you did not interfere."

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Joe stood, not entirely sure why this always happens on Earth whenever he or the others are not doing anything to draw attention. He only took a few steps forwards before stopping, watching the kaijin with careful eyes before drawing his attention back to the humanoid.

He didn't have to be nice to this one like he was to Basco, and yet he still felt the need to give the benefit of the doubt first-- or, well, eventually. He's still not even sure what any of this is about.

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Enter paused, waiting for an explanation for the sword to present itself. It wasn't teleported, at least not through any technology Enter recognized, at this proximity he would have sensed a spike in Enetron usage.

The victim is not forthcoming, however, and Enter considers he might have to get his hands dirty, so to speak, if he wants information.

"Ah, the fort et silencieux type, non? I can change that." He takes a few steps nearer, arms spread, the picture of non-threatening, if it weren't for the mechanical monster looming behind him of course.

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The strange words he kept saying was throwing him off though. Besides English and Japanese, he wasn't familiar with any other languages Earth had, and his use of two at once didn't make it easier.

"What do you want," he finally offered in question. The sword was not put away, but just held at his side in the most nonthreatening way he can manage without being unarmed, not saying he wasn't still just as deadly.

Joe watched him take those steps, staying cautious of them both. He didn't know what they were capable of just yet.

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This was going to be interesting. Enter wasn't sure why, but he was drawn to this human, and wanted to see what he could do on his own. Hands on data gathering, such as it is. He smirked, and didn't turn his head when he spread his fingers and addressed the Metaroid.

"Shinjitsuroid, I will handle this from here. Go on and find another victim. Make it fun, now. Majesté is watching..."

The Metaroid actually did a reasonable facsimile of a bow and Enter nodded his approval. "Of course, Monsieur Enter."

It clanked off, and Enter turned his attention back to the stranger with a grin and wide eyes. "Isn't it glorious to find good help these days?"

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"Kaijin are a everywhere. It's nothing special," Joe said as-a-matter-of-factually. Shinjitsuroid was an interesting name. he knew the truth part, but roid? Like in android? That would make sense. This has nothing to do with the Zangyack, but a different weird force plaguing Earth.

Welp, that really wasn't any of his business. He's not here to defend the people from harm.

His free hand crossed his chest, his head tilting as his attention came solely on, Enter he was called?, himself. This one wanted to 'handle him', didn't he just say? Joe's mind started to wonder exactly how he was going to be "handled".

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Enter crooks an eyebrow at the obviously restrained reaction from the stranger.

"Is that so? I must confess, my minions are not one's average kaijin, you know. They are something different."

He takes another few steps closer, spreading his fingers and after a moment making a little bow to him. "Je m'appelle Enter. And you are?"

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Taking that the words were some weird language for introducing himself, at least now he was sure this thing before him was called 'Enter'.

"Joe Gibken," was the response, watching the bow. The line about 'not the average kaijin' did catch his attention though.

"What makes you think yours are special?" He was skeptical, of course. He's dealt with many kaijin from different planets, planes and dimensions even. Enter's confidence did deserve question.

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A name! Trés bien. "A pleasure to meet you, Joe Gibken."

He spreads both hands with a little twirly flourish at the question. "Well, I make them myself, you see, every one. And they are not monsters, you understand, they are creatures. Of the mechanical variety, generally." No harm in informing someone you intend to either destroy or convert, after all.

"Now, I have gracefully answered your question, you could perhaps answer one of mine, non? Like where that fabulous weapon you hold came from."

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Making them yourself would in fact make them special, it's true. They weren't even kaijin by definition, they were androids, machines made to carry out Enter's every wish. The only reason to create such things would be to cause trouble, so his instinct was right, he was what you'd call a villain and this is the usual set up where a sentai would make a stand for justice.

Joe, however, was not an ally of justice. He was just a pirate with the stolen power of said sentai.

"Where ever this," he said as his hand went from across his chest to behind his waist to pulling a gun out and raising it in the once empty hand, "came from. It's a set. I assume it's a limited edition set."

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"And a sense of humor too!" Enter crowed with feigned delight. Really, the teasing was already wearing on him. He wanted answers, not flippancy. "You are something else, Joe Gibken."

He snarled, and with a barely perceptibly shift he took a more intent step forward and threw a hand at Joe, fingers splayed, snapping cables at his gun, or anywhere else they can get a good grapple.

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The cables were new, causing him to bend to the side, slicing his sword upward with his gun hand behind his back. His movements we precise, calculated, yet smooth. It was easily noted that he was comfortable not only with a sword, but in battle. His face was relatively unchanged as he danced around the cables, slicing around, jumping up onto the bench and doing a flip off the side of it while slicing at another.

Joe landed on his feet and came down to one knee, pulling out his gun hand and poising it over his sword to shoot at Enter-- but getting his gun arm caught in a cable he missed. He winced and jerked to the side, taking his eyes off Enter and towards the cable instead.

"Same to you, Enter"

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Enter doesn't feel pain, and so the sword cutting down his cables one at a time is hardly more than a passing interest. They are infinite in a way humanoid stamina cannot be. It is only a matter of time that this Joe, as good as he is, slips up and is caught.

Aha, just as so. Enter smirks, taking one step closer while at the same time giving the cable that had caught his arm a good tug to pull him off balance.

"Merci beaucoup, I do so love compliments. Now, will you be more forthcoming about your truly impressive weapons?"

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Joe falls over onto his right side, turning his gaze back to Enter with something of a sour look.

"It was given to me when I became a pirate." Yet he knew that's not the information he was looking for. he wouldn't be happy just with knowing that Joe doesn't know. He wanted the real explanation.

"Only the Gokaigers have these weapons."

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"Gokaiger." He lets the word roll off his tongue slowly as he advances on Joe, sending other cables here and there to pin him once he's down. It would be no good if he escaped now.

"This is not familiar to me. Tell me more, s'il vous plaît. Are you related to the Go-Busters at all? That would be a terrible shame."

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There was struggle. He grunted and shook against them, but soon calmed. Releasing a sigh, he looked up at Enter. For now he was at his mercy, what this means he was sure he was about to find out.

"I've never heard of that them, but they sound like sentai," although he said it in a nonchalant fashion, the thought of there being sentai they didn't have keys to felt odd.

"What is this about?"

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"About?" Enter smirked, standing over Joe now, especially since Joe has apparently decided his best course of action is not to struggle. A smart boy, as well as funny. "This is not about anything. Idle curiosity, you know? If you were a friend of the Go-Busters, I'm afraid I would have to kill you, lest they decide it is their duty to protect you. But if you are not, well, perhaps we can reach an accord, non? Pirates are not traditionally heroes of justice, are they?"

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"Not usually, no. If you want a pirates cooperation, it usually comes with a price." The 'heroes of justice' line didn't ease his mind. It was as he figured. somehow he was caught up in another battle between sentai and whatever they were fighting against. Unlucky for him, he was discovered by the wrong side.

"It better be good too. We space pirates come with higher expectations."

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Enter actually grinned at that one. He was quite cheeky, for being pinned down in the street by a complete stranger. But then again, he deserved the consideration, being able to cut Shinjitsuroid's darts out of the air with a sword that should not have been capable of such speeds.

"You'd be surprised the funds I have access to. Your life, to start."

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This one had some similarities to Basco. Few and far between as they were, Joe could see them all the same. He kept his eyes on him. There wasn't much of a choice other than to listen to Enter regardless.

"Money wont do it," he scoffed shortly. "There must be something else."

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"Money? Money, he says." Enter scoffs, and after hardly a moment's consideration, uses the hold of his cables to give Joe a little shake and maybe a good slam into the pavement. "You underestimate me terribly. If your own life is worth less to you than money, than perhaps the life of a friend or comrade."

[blueondeck]

There was nothing to miss about this kind of treatment, the wind being knocked out on his lungs with a good cough and his head starting to ring. A quick shake of the head was given in hopes it would clear it away a little, but to no avail. It didn't matter. There was worse headaches.

"You'd never be able to reach them," he answered as he motioned skyward, as if to mention how they weren't even on the planet.

Yet as he was about to go back into another fit of silence, he remembered a promise he had made that meant more than his own stubbornness.

"You aren't giving me any choice though," grunt was given coupled with a dark look.

"If you want my allegiance, you have it until further notice."