GoseiKoryu Heroes: The Snare of Justice!

The GoseiKoryu heroes are caught in the clutches of a force meant to protect, but their capture reeks of error and prejudice. The initial shock of their detainment is compounded by the swift, brutal efficiency with which their captors act. What starts as a mere accusation spirals into a full-blown operation to frame them for unspeakable crimes. The chapter explores the crushing weight of being silenced by the very system they thought would listen.

When those who enforce justice make a mistake, who enforces it upon them?

PS: This is based on the GoseiKoryu team concept I did years back, I think it would be a waste not to use the team as part of my growing dominion of pain. Besides anyway, ACAB and all that~

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Help, police!

The battlefield was a hellscape of destruction, lit by the unholy glow of Zangyack technology. The once-proud city hall now lay in ruins, its skeletal remains jutting out against the ash-filled sky. Streets were cracked and shattered, cars reduced to molten piles of metal. The air reeked of smoke, sweat, and despair. Towering above it all was the Zangyack dreadnought, a leviathan of gleaming black steel and pulsating crimson veins of energy. Deep within its core, GoseiKnight, their ally and guardian, was strapped into a power harness, his body twitching as his energy was siphoned to fuel the massive warship.

“Get up! We don’t have time to rest!” shouted Tooru, he rasped trembling with a mix of exhaustion and urgency. He staggered, gripping his Lava Fang Saber, its once-bright glow now faint. His white armor, scratched and smeared with soot, barely held together as sparks flickered from its joints.

“Tooru… we can’t… we’re out of options,” Noa panted, falling to one knee as his Spinora Cannon clattered to the ground. The blue glow in his visor flickered weakly, a visual echo of the team’s dwindling strength. “We’ve got nothing left…”

“But we still have each other,” said Ema, she added softer but resolute. The Sky Blade Bow in her hand was cracked down the middle, its elegant pink sheen marred by battle scars. She stepped between her teammates, her body swaying under the weight of the moment, but her presence steadying them nonetheless. “We promised to fight to the end.”

Their helmets turned in unison toward the dreadnought. GoseiKnight’s voice, weak but clear, came through their comms. “Heroes, listen to me,” he rasped, strained yet resolute. “You know what you must do.”

“No!” Ema cried, she added cracking. “There has to be another way!”

“There isn’t,” GoseiKnight said, his tone calm despite the agony he endured. “The only way to stop the battleship is to strike its core—and that core is me. My energy will amplify the blast and destroy it completely.”

Tooru’s voice was raw, shaking with defiance. “We can’t! There has to be another plan! You can’t ask us to—”

“I’m not asking,” GoseiKnight interrupted, he rasped firm. “I’m telling you. This is the only way. My purpose has always been to protect this world, and today, that means sacrificing myself for it.”

Noa’s helmeted head lowered, his fists trembling. “You’re asking us to destroy you. We can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” GoseiKnight said softly. “Because you are brave. Because you are heroes. And because you know what’s at stake.”

The dreadnought began to pulse, its energy building toward a planet-shattering blast. GoseiKnight’s voice came through again, softer now, almost tender. “You’ve been extraordinary. I’m proud to have fought alongside you. Thank you for being the heroes this world needed.”

Ema’s tears streamed beneath her cracked visor. “GoseiKnight, we… we can’t lose you!”

“This is not the end for me,” he replied. “I will live on through your courage, through the lives you save. Now… do what must be done.”

The three exchanged a heartbroken look. There was no need for further words. With shaking hands, they raised their battered weapons and combined them. The Lava Fang Saber slid into place at the core, glowing faintly. The Spinora Cannon locked into the back, its damaged barrel sparking dangerously. The Sky Blade Bow folded around the front like a cage, binding the weapon together. As the pieces clicked, a surge of energy coursed through their suits, making them stagger and cry out in pain.

The Saurick Tri-Blaster roared to life, a cacophony of energy streams swirling together in a blinding vortex. The weapon's glow bathed the ruins in an ethereal light, starkly contrasting the destruction around them.

“Tooru…” Noa said, he rasped cracking. “What if… what if we don’t make it?”

Tooru’s voice softened, a leader's ferocity replaced with a friend's warmth. “Then we’ll go out knowing we did what we had to. Together.”

Ema, trembling but determined, added, “For GoseiKnight… and for everyone we’ve lost.”

The three heroes planted their feet on the crumbling pavement, aiming the cannon directly at the dreadnought’s core. GoseiKnight’s voice came through one last time. “Goodbye, my friends. And thank you.”

“Saurick Extinction Beam!” they cried in unison, their voices echoing with every ounce of their remaining strength.

The Tri-Blaster unleashed a torrent of energy, a kaleidoscopic beam of raw power that tore through the air like a vengeful god. The blast struck the dreadnought’s core, erupting into a blinding explosion that consumed the sky. The shockwave ripped through the ruins, hurling the trio backward like ragdolls.

They crashed through the remains of the city hall, shattering walls and crumpling onto the debris-strewn ground. The sound of the explosion echoed in their ears, fading into silence. The sky, once filled with the looming shadow of the Zangyack fleet, was now eerily quiet.

Tooru groaned, his body screaming in protest as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees. His vision swam, his helmet cracked and flickering. “Is… is it over?”

Noa’s voice was faint, his body slumped against a toppled pillar. “The fleet… they’re retreating.”

Ema, trembling, managed to sit up, her arms clutching her sides. Her pink visor was shattered, revealing bloodied, tear-streaked cheeks. She looked toward the sky, where the remnants of the Zangyack fleet were vanishing into the clouds. “We did it…”

Their bodies ached, every muscle screaming from the effort. Their helmets felt like lead weights, and their vision blurred with the toll of their sacrifice. Tooru tried to stand, his legs wobbling like a newborn deer, but he collapsed to his knees. Noa followed, clutching his chest as he gasped for air. Ema crawled to their side, her hand reaching out to touch their shoulders.

“We’re alive…” Noa said, he rasped barely above a whisper. “We… we stopped them.”

“But at what cost?” Ema whispered, she added cracking. She turned toward the spot where the dreadnought had been. There was nothing left. No GoseiKnight. No cannon. Just a smoldering crater where their ally had made the ultimate sacrifice.

Tooru’s head hung low, his shoulders trembling. “We did what we had to. GoseiKnight… he believed in us.”

The three heroes knelt there, the ruins of the city hall and park around them eerily silent. The once-proud city lay broken, its people mourning their losses. But the battle was done. The Earth had been saved.

The faint glow of the rising sun did little to illuminate the devastation surrounding the trio. The wreckage of the Zangyack dreadnought smoldered in the distance, its annihilation marking the end of the invasion. Despite the stillness of the scene, an eerie tension lingered in the air. The heroes, battered and bruised, barely clung to consciousness, their suits sparking intermittently as they struggled to move.

Through the haze of dust and smoke, boots striking against shattered pavement echoed ominously. From the ruins emerged a squad of Bullcock City Police officers, their faces obscured behind riot helmets, their bodies encased in heavy gear. The officers moved with purpose, their black shields glinting in the pale morning light, their zapping police batons crackling faintly with energy.

“They’re here,” Ema rasped, she added barely audible as she looked up through her shattered visor. “Finally… someone to help…”

Tooru coughed, trying to push himself to his feet. His muscles screamed in protest, but he managed to stand. “Good… maybe they can… rescue any survivors.”

Noa remained slumped against a crumbled wall, his blue armor scorched and dented. “Yeah… about time someone cleaned up this mess…”

But the officers didn’t move toward the rubble or search for survivors. Instead, their attention was fixed on the Saurick Tri-Blaster, which lay in pieces several feet away, its glowing remnants faintly pulsating with energy.

“What are they doing?” Ema asked weakly, a creeping unease settling over her as the officers marched directly toward the cannon.

One of the officers, a stocky man with a commanding presence, pointed at the trio. His voice boomed, cold and authoritative. “Weapons secured. And here are the culprits.”

Tooru froze. “Culprits? What are you talking about? We destroyed the Zangyack dreadnought! We saved this city!”

The officer sneered. “Save it for the judge, freaks. You think we can’t see what’s going on here? Alien technology, massive destruction—what else could you be but the perpetrators?”

Ema shook her head, she added trembling with exhaustion and disbelief. “No, you’ve got it wrong! We were fighting to protect the city! The Zangyack—”

“Enough!” the officer barked, raising his baton. “You think we don’t know how this works? You freaks cause the damage, then play the heroes to fool everyone! You’re no better than those alien scum.”

The trio exchanged horrified glances. Tooru took a cautious step forward, raising his hands. “Listen, we don’t want to fight you. We’re hurt, we’re tired, and—”

The officer slammed his baton against his shield, sending a jarring crack through the air. “Take them down!”

Before the heroes could react, the officers advanced in formation, their shields raised. The first baton struck Ema across her side, sending her collapsing to the ground with a cry of pain. Another baton lashed out, catching Noa in the chest and slamming him back against the rubble.

“Stop! Please!” Tooru shouted, raising his arms to block a blow. The baton struck with a sizzling jolt, sending sparks flying from his gauntlet. He staggered but refused to retaliate. “We’re not the enemy!”

But the officers didn’t listen. They closed in, their shields battering the heroes into submission. Ema curled into herself as a riot shield slammed into her back, her body writhing on the ground. Noa attempted to crawl away, only for an officer to stomp on his leg, pinning him as another baton cracked against his helmet, leaving it dented and sparking.

Tooru swung weakly at one of the shields, his Lava Fang Saber sparking faintly in protest. He didn’t want to hurt them—he couldn’t. These were civilians, people they had sworn to protect. But his blows had no effect, glancing harmlessly off the reinforced shields. Another baton struck his shoulder, sending him crashing to his knees.

“You don’t understand!” Tooru shouted desperately, he rasped breaking. “We’re the good guys!”

“Yeah, sure,” an officer sneered, delivering a brutal kick to Tooru’s chest. “And I’m the king of this wasteland.”

The trio’s attempts to defend themselves grew weaker with each blow. Between the officers’ relentless assault and their own exhaustion, they were utterly overwhelmed. Noa managed to grab at an officer’s leg, trying to pull him down, but a swift blow to his head sent him collapsing, his vision swimming as he hit the ground.

Ema’s pink armor flickered as she raised a trembling hand. “Please… you’re making… a mistake…” Her words faded into a groan as a shield crashed down on her back again, forcing her to the ground.

Tooru was the last to fall, his body trembling as he tried to rise. The officers circled him, their batons raised. “This is wrong…” he whispered, he rasped hoarse. “We’re heroes…”

The last blow struck him across the helmet, sending him crumpling to the ground. His vision darkened as he heard the faint sound of chains clinking. Heavy shackles were snapped around his wrists and ankles, their cold weight pressing down on him. Through the haze of pain and dust, he caught a glimpse of the other two, similarly bound and unconscious, their bodies dragged across the broken ground.

As the officers tightened the shackles, the lead officer spat on the ground near Tooru’s fallen form. “Heroes? The only thing you’re saving is a cell in our maximum-security prison.”

The trio lay motionless in the misty, broken ruins of ground zero. Dust swirled around them, mingling with the acrid smoke of destruction. The Zangyack were gone, their fleet retreating into the skies, but the city’s saviors were left beaten, bloodied, and shackled by the very people they had fought to protect.

***

The GoseiKoryus—Tooru, Ema, and Noa—awoke in faintly lit holding cells, their bodies aching and restrained by glowing Suppression Collars. Though battered and dirtied from the earlier battle, their heroic suits still clung to their bodies like a second skin, their helmets firmly in place. Despite the corrupt police’s best efforts, the helmets refused to detach from the rest of the suits, a built-in safeguard of their Gosei technology that kept their identities protected even in the darkest of times.

The officers, enraged by their inability to remove the helmets, took to other means of dehumanizing the trio. The heroes’ Morphers, Saurick Blasters, and communicators were unceremoniously ripped from their belts and tossed into crumpled, transparent evidence bags, as if they were mere junk scraps. The bags were carelessly dumped on the grimy floor of the interrogation room, the once-pristine tools of heroism now reduced to humiliating props in the hands of the corrupt.

“Look at these,” sneered a senior officer, kicking one of the bags toward Tooru as the trio sat shackled to metal chairs, their arms bound behind them. “This is what you were going to use to destroy the city, isn’t it? Alien tech, straight from Zangyack’s arsenal.”

Tooru, muffled yet sharp through his helmet, yelled, “That’s not true! Those are our tools to protect the people! We used them to save the city from Zangyack!”

The officer leaned in close, his face inches from Tooru’s visor. “Save the city? Is that why half of downtown is a pile of rubble? You’re not heroes. You’re invaders.”

Ema, she added trembling with anger, struggled against her restraints. “You don’t understand! The destruction was from the Zangyack dreadnought, not us! We stopped it from annihilating the entire city!”

“Stopped it?” mocked another officer, picking up Ema’s Morpher from one of the bags and holding it up like a toy. The sleek, glowing device flickered faintly as it detected an unauthorized user. “More like helped it. What kind of ‘hero’ uses alien weapons like these? Admit it—you’re Zangyack agents trying to play saviors.”

“Give that back!” Ema screamed, her helmet tilting as she yanked against her cuffs. “That’s not a weapon—it’s part of us! You don’t even know what you’re holding!”

The officer smirked and tossed the Morpher back into the crumpled bag, kicking it toward the wall. “What I know is that you’re going to explain why we found you in the middle of all that chaos. And why there were explosions everywhere.”

Noa, trembling with restrained rage, tried to keep he rasped steady. “The explosions were us stopping the Zangyack forces. We were the ones fighting them off. If we hadn’t been there, the city would be gone right now.”

“Oh, is that so?” sneered the lead officer, gesturing toward a screen mounted on the wall. He pressed a button, and distorted footage of the battle began to play. The video, heavily edited by the corrupt police, showed the GoseiKoryus firing their weapons—but the shots were spliced to make it appear as though they were attacking civilians instead of Zangyack troops.

The trio froze, their breaths catching as they watched the fabricated footage. Ema’s voice cracked as she screamed, “That’s not real! You edited this! That’s not what happened!”

The lead officer chuckled, pausing the video on a shot of Tooru firing his Saurick Blaster. “Not real? Looks pretty real to me. Here’s you, 3021, blowing up a building. Here’s you, 3022, causing chaos in the streets. And here’s you, 3023, leading a full-on invasion.”

“We’re not those numbers!” Tooru shouted, he rasped shaking with fury. “We’re GoseiKoryus! I’m Tooru, Gosei Allosaurus! That’s Ema, Gosei Quetzalcoatlus, and Noa, Gosei Spinosaurus! We’re here to protect Earth!”

The officer slammed his baton against the table, silencing Tooru. “You think anyone cares what you call yourselves? All anyone’s going to see is this footage. And when we present it to the public, you’ll be the villains of the story.”

Ema let out a choked sob, her helmet tilting downward as she struggled to contain her emotions. “Why are you doing this? We’re not the enemy. We’re on your side…”

“On our side?” another officer laughed, picking up one of the crumpled evidence bags and dangling it mockingly. “You call this alien garbage ‘on our side’? You’re nothing but Zangyack operatives pretending to be heroes.”

Noa’s voice rose, raw with desperation. “We’re not Zangyack! We destroyed the dreadnought! We saved everyone!” He strained against his restraints, his body trembling as the Suppression Collar sent painful shocks through him. “If you’d just listen—kyaaah!”

The officers ignored his cries, returning their attention to the confiscated items. They began tossing the Morphers and Blasters across the room like toys, their laughter echoing in the cold interrogation chamber. The trio could only watch, their suits trembling as they fought against the hopelessness creeping into their hearts.

“We’re going to keep these,” the lead officer said, gathering the items into a single bag and sealing it with a mocking flourish. “You know, as proof of your so-called heroism. Or should I say, proof of your crimes.”

As the officers exited the room, the trio slumped in their chairs, their breaths ragged. Their helmets, still firmly in place, muffled their voices but couldn’t hide the despair settling over them. Ema whispered, “They’re going to destroy us… They’re going to make everyone think we’re monsters…”

***

The interrogation room was thick with tension, the cold air stinging the sweat-drenched suits of the GoseiKoryus. Their glowing helmets, still firmly attached to their battered suits, were the only remaining signs of their heroic resolve. Despite being restrained with hands behind their backs, the trio stood defiant. Their voices, muffled but filled with strength, echoed in the cold, sterile room.

The corrupt officers, frustrated by the heroes’ refusal to bend, dragged out oversized evidence bags, heavy-duty plastic marked with bold black text: “CONTAMINATED EVIDENCE – ZANGYACK AFFILIATES” and corresponding prisoner numbers 3021, 3022, and 3023. The deflated bags crackled ominously as they were unfurled, a cruel mockery of the heroes’ mission to protect Earth.

Tooru glared through his visor, he rasped sharp and filled with defiance. “You’re making a mistake! We’re not Zangyack! We’re GoseiKoryus! Let us go and we’ll prove it!” He struggled against the cuffs binding his hands, his body trembling as the officers dragged him toward the first bag.

“Prove it?” sneered the lead officer, yanking him forward. “The only thing you’re proving is how much trouble aliens like you are. Step into the bag, 3021.”

Tooru’s feet dug into the ground as he resisted, he rasped rising. “I’m not 3021! I’m Tooru, Gosei Allosaurus! We saved this city! You’re twisting everything!”

The officers responded with brute force, shoving Tooru into the deflated bag. He thrashed against their grip, his white and gold Allosaurus-themed suit gleaming under the harsh lights as the bag was pulled up around him. The vacuum mechanism hissed, and the plastic began to compress tightly against his body, molding to the contours of his suit and helmet.

Tooru’s voice, though muffled, carried the weight of his conviction. “This is wrong! You’re supposed to protect people, not do this! We’re the ones who stopped Zangyack!” His legs trembled under the tight grip of the plastic, forcing him into a stiff, upright position. The evidence number 3021 and the label “ZANGYACK MINION – EVIDENCE” glowed across his chest, a cruel branding that made his struggles seem futile.

Ema was next, dragged forward as she twisted against her restraints. “Let me go! You don’t understand what you’re doing! We’re the reason this city isn’t rubble right now!” Her voice, filled with anger and desperation, was sharp even through her helmet.

The officers forced her into another deflated evidence bag, their smirks widening as the plastic hissed to life. The bag molded itself to her pink and black Quetzalcoatlus-themed suit, outlining every detail of her helmet and the avian designs of her armor. The evidence number 3022 and the label “ALIEN ACCOMPLICE – EVIDENCE” glowed faintly across her chest as the vacuum seal finalized.

Ema’s voice was firm and resolute, her helmet tilting upward as she shouted, “This isn’t justice! You’re turning heroes into criminals! You’ll regret this when the truth comes out!” Her body quivered under the constricting plastic, but her words didn’t waver.

Finally, Noa, his blue and silver Spinosaurus-themed suit trembling with suppressed rage, was dragged toward the last bag. “You’re blaming the wrong people!” he yelled, he rasped low but steady. “We fought for this city! We’re the ones who stopped Zangyack! You have no idea what you’re doing!”

The officers shoved him into the bag, sealing it tightly around his body as the vacuum compressed it into a second skin. The evidence number 3023 and the label “ZANGYACK LIEUTENANT – EVIDENCE” glowed mockingly across his chest.

Noa’s muffled voice was calm but filled with intensity. “You think this makes you heroes? You’re wrong. Real heroes fight for the truth, not lies!” He struggled against the constricting plastic, his helmet tilting back slightly as sweat pooled inside the bag.

The trio stood side by side, their rigid, trembling forms encased in the translucent evidence bags. The glowing labels on their chests and helmets marked them as criminals, but their muffled voices carried the unwavering defiance of true heroes.

“You’ll never erase who we are!” Tooru shouted, he rasped strong despite the overwhelming plastic sealing him in place. “We’re GoseiKoryus, protectors of Earth!”

“You’re turning your backs on justice!” Ema yelled, her helmet fogging slightly from the effort. “We’re the reason you’re even alive to do this!”

“This isn’t over!” Noa roared, he rasped breaking through the deadening silence. “The truth will come out, and when it does, you’ll have to answer for this!”

The lead officer smirked, stepping forward with three glowing Chastity Restraint Belts, their metallic surfaces engraved with the words “POLICE PROPERTY – EVIDENCE.” One by one, the belts were fastened around the heroes’ waists, locking into place with a mechanical hiss. The belts emitted a faint glow, permanently sealing the evidence bags around their bodies.

The room was choking with tension, the cold air amplifying the discomfort as the Chastity Restraint Belts clicked into place around the waists of the GoseiKoryu trio. The faint glow from the metallic engravings of “POLICE PROPERTY – EVIDENCE” reflected mockingly in the heroes’ helmets. The tight, vacuum-sealed evidence bags pressed against their suits and helmets like an unyielding second skin, their once-proud designs reduced to humiliating outlines.

The belts emitted a strange, pulsing energy, sending shockwaves through the trio's bodies. They froze momentarily as the first pulse hit, and then their bodies convulsed involuntarily, arching violently against the restrictive plastic. Their helmets angled upward as a rush of overwhelming sensations overtook them, forcing their legs to tremble and tiptoe as the unbearable tension coursed through their muscles.

“What… is this?!” Tooru yelled through gritted teeth, he rasped cracking as his body stiffened. His legs wobbled under the constriction, the sealed bag forcing him upright as his arms strained against the tight, transparent plastic. His visor fogged slightly as he gasped for air, his trembling voice laced with defiance and confusion. “This is insane!”

Ema’s voice joined his, trembling as she thrashed within her own bag. “Whatever you think this is, it won’t—aaah—it won’t break us!” Her body arched backward, the contours of her pink and black Quetzalcoatlus suit pressed tightly against the bag as her legs quaked under the tension. “You’re just—aaah—you’re out of your minds!”

Noa, his body jerking with each pulse from the belt, struggled to remain steady. His helmet angled back as his trembling voice filled the room. “You think this—aaah—proves anything? You’re just—just making a scene!” His legs buckled slightly, but the constriction of the bag forced him upright, every muscle in his body trembling under the relentless surges.

The officers laughed, circling the trio as they writhed within their vacuum-sealed bags. One officer tapped on Tooru’s belt, watching as its glow pulsed rhythmically with the hero’s struggles. “Look at them squirm. Not so untouchable now, are they?”

Another officer leaned closer to Ema, her muffled gasps barely audible through her helmet. “It’s like gift-wrapping. Perfect for shipping them off where no one will ever care.”

Ema’s voice rose sharply, even as her breathing grew ragged. “Call it whatever you want—aaah—it’s pathetic! You’re—you’re just—aaah—chasing shadows!” Her helmet angled upward, her body trembling as the belt sent another pulse.

Tooru’s voice was hoarse as he thrashed against the unrelenting plastic. “You’ve got nothing! Just—aaah—delusions of grandeur!” His legs quaked as he tried to shift his weight, but the tight bag and glowing belt kept him locked in place. “You’re—you’re embarrassing yourselves!”

Noa barked out a strained laugh through his labored breaths. “Yeah—aaah—you’re really winning hearts and minds with—aaah—this circus!” His helmeted head jerked back as another pulse hit, he rasped breaking into a sharp gasp.

The lead officer stepped forward, holding the control device for the belts, and smirked. “Oh, I think this is working just fine. Keep talking, 3021, 3022, 3023. You’re putting on quite the show.” He pressed a button, and the belts emitted an even stronger pulse, causing the trio’s bodies to arch sharply against the constricting bags.

Tooru groaned, he rasped trembling as his visor fogged further. “Y-you call this—aaah—a show? Feels more like a joke!” His head angled upward as his muscles stiffened, the tension forcing his body into rigid, trembling poses.

Ema gasped sharply, she added breaking into frantic, muffled words. “You’ve got—aaah—nothing but—aaah—bad ideas!” Her helmet bobbed slightly as she thrashed, the plastic bag squeaking faintly with her movements.

Noa’s legs wobbled again as he let out a muffled yell. “You’re—aaah—you’re just proving how desperate you are!” His voice cracked as another pulse surged through him, forcing his body to stiffen and tremble uncontrollably.

The officers exchanged mocking glances, their laughter echoing through the room as they admired their handiwork. “Look at them go,” one officer said, slapping the side of Noa’s bag. “This might be the most entertaining evidence we’ve ever processed.”

The lead officer gestured toward the exit. “Get them ready for transport. They’re done here.”

As the officers moved to prepare the trio for transfer, the heroes’ muffled voices rose again, sharp with sarcasm despite their trembling.

“You call this a victory?” Tooru yelled, his words ragged but cutting. “You’re really setting the bar low!”

Ema’s voice, though strained, was no less biting. “Yeah, keep patting yourselves on the back. Really inspiring stuff here!”

Noa, his legs barely steady under the weight of the situation, barked out a bitter laugh. “Hope you’re proud of yourselves. This’ll go down in history as the day you proved absolutely nothing!”

The officers ignored their jabs, dragging the trio toward the transport area. Encased in suffocating plastic, marked as evidence, and glowing with the humiliating labels from the belts, the GoseiKoryus were locked in rigid, trembling poses, their helmets fogged and their voices silenced. Yet even in the face of dehumanization, their sharp words and biting sarcasm showed that their spirits, though shaken, were far from extinguished.

***

Heavy machinery's dull, echoing clang filled the precinct as the transport devices were wheeled into the holding area. Massive and foreboding, the devices resembled brutal iron maiden-like coffins, their exteriors made of gleaming black metal adorned with alien glyphs that glowed faintly in ominous hues of blue and red. The police officers gathered around them, pridefully smirking at the terrifying display.

"Straight from the Zangyack archives," one officer said, patting the cold surface of a coffin. "Their own tech. Adapted to make sure no prisoner—human or alien—ever escapes again. Perfect for these so-called heroes."

Another officer laughed as he adjusted the glowing restraints on the GoseiKoryus, who were still sealed in their smothering evidence bags. "Well, if they thought they could fool us with their heroic act, this’ll teach them what happens to ‘special’ prisoners.”

Tooru, Ema, and Noa were dragged toward the ominous coffins, their bodies trembling under the constraints of their plastic seals and glowing belts. The faint hum of the devices grew louder as they approached, a sound that seemed to resonate in their helmets, sending shivers down their spines.

“What is this?!” Tooru yelled, he rasped muffled but sharp with defiance. His legs stiffened as the guards shoved him forward, the tight evidence bag crinkling against his movements. “You’re using Zangyack tech on us?! Are you insane?!”

Ema thrashed in her restraints, her helmet tilting as she struggled to look at the devices. “This is wrong! You don’t even know what you’re dealing with!” Her voice, though muffled, carried a mix of anger and desperation. “You’re just making it worse for everyone!”

Noa, his breathing heavy, turned his helmeted head toward the officers. “You think this makes you stronger? You don’t even understand the danger of what you’re using!” His voice was strained, his body quaking as the glowing restraint belt around his waist pulsed faintly.

The officers ignored their protests, their laughter echoing coldly. “You talk too much, 3021,” one officer said, slapping the side of Tooru’s helmet. “Don’t worry. Once you’re inside, you won’t be able to say anything at all.”

The first iron maiden coffin was opened with a hiss, its interior revealing a series of electrode-lined walls that hummed menacingly with energy. The inside glowed faintly, the walls designed to press tightly against the prisoner’s form while delivering controlled jolts to disorient and pacify. The heroes, still encased in their vacuum-sealed evidence bags, were shoved forward.

Tooru was first. The guards hoisted his stiff, trembling form into the coffin, the tight evidence bag forcing his body into an awkward, upright position. As soon as he was inside, the device's walls began to close around him, the electrodes crackling faintly as they made contact with the surface of his suit and helmet.

“This is a mistake!” Tooru shouted, he rasped muffled but strong. “You’re playing with tech you don’t understand!” His protests turned into a sharp grunt as the coffin sealed with a metallic clang, locking him in place. The electrodes buzzed against his helmet, sending faint but disorienting pulses directly into his mind.

Ema was next, her struggles growing more frantic as the guards dragged her toward the second coffin. “Stop this! You’re crossing a line you can’t come back from!” she yelled, she added trembling with both anger and fear. The guards shoved her inside, her body stiffening as the tight plastic of the evidence bag pressed against the electrodes. As the walls closed around her, the buzzing began, scrambling her thoughts and leaving her gasping inside her helmet.

Noa was last, he rasped low and strained as he was forced into the final coffin. “You’re making yourselves the villains here, not us,” he rasped, his words sharp despite the growing exhaustion in he rasped. The electrodes flared to life as the device sealed shut, sending waves of disorientation through his mind.

Once the coffins were sealed, the faint hum of Zangyack technology filled the room. The police officers stepped back, their smirks widening as the devices began their secondary function: sensory deprivation. The interior of the coffins became completely dark, the glowing alien glyphs on the outside the only indication of activity. Inside, the heroes were cut off entirely from the outside world.

Tooru’s voice echoed faintly in his helmet as he tried to reach out telepathically. "Ema! Noa! Can you hear me?" But there was no response. The electrodes buzzing against his helmet scrambled his thoughts, making focusing impossible. His breathing grew heavier as panic began to set in.

Ema, trembling inside her coffin, tried to do the same. "Tooru? Noa? Say something! Please!" But the zapping pulses distorted her thoughts, turning her attempts at communication into fragmented, incoherent bursts that never reached her teammates. She groaned in frustration, her helmet tilting as her body stiffened against the walls of the device.

His legs trembling as the electrodes sent another wave of disorientation through him, Noa tried to focus. "I… I can’t… I can’t reach them…" His words, though silent, echoed in his scrambled mind, growing fainter with each passing moment.

The police officers watched as the coffins were loaded onto reinforced transport vehicles, the glowing glyphs casting an eerie light on the walls of the precinct. “With these, we’ll make sure they’re not a problem anymore,” one officer said, his tone smug. “Straight to the island. No escape. No rescue.”

The hum of the Zangyack-designed transport coffins grew louder as the journey to the isolated maximum-security island prison continued. The tight, deadening spaces inside the iron maiden-like chambers left no room for comfort or hope. Each jolt from the buzzing electrodes sent new waves of heat and disorientation through the heroes’ bodies, their helmets amplifying the assault on their senses. Sweat pooled beneath their suits, dripping down their faces inside the sealed evidence bags, while the unrelenting pulses turned even the faintest attempt to focus into agony.

Tooru, his back pressed tightly against the coffin's confining walls, tried to shift but found no freedom in the smothering restraints. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps as the buzzing grew louder. The walls of his helmet vibrated slightly, as if carrying a voice he couldn’t block out. "I let everyone down. I thought I could lead. What kind of leader ends up like this?" The voice echoed in his mind, cutting through the static.

“No,” Tooru whispered, he rasped hoarse and trembling. “That’s not true…”

But the voice—his own voice—persisted, sharper now. "I charged in. I didn’t think. I ruined everything. This is where it ends, isn’t it? Trapped like this because of me." The electrodes buzzed sharply against his helmet, causing his head to tilt back as his body convulsed. His legs trembled, forced onto his toes by the tight space, and as the heat built unbearably inside the evidence bag, his body finally betrayed him. He gasped loudly, his chest heaving as the dampness spread through his suit. “I—I can’t fix this,” he muttered faintly, his visor fogging as his words faded into shaky breaths.

Ema’s trembling frame quaked against the crushing interior of her coffin, every zap against her helmet cutting through her body like a whip. She clenched her fists, her mind racing as the buzzing grew louder. Then it started—her voice, sharp and accusing, echoing inside her helmet. "Why did I even try? I thought I was smart. I thought I could figure things out. But now look at me."

“I didn’t mean for this to happen…” Ema mumbled, she added shaky and cracking as another jolt forced her body to stiffen painfully. Her legs, trapped and trembling under the tightness of the bag, could barely support her anymore, but the confinement wouldn’t allow her to collapse.

"I ruined everything. I ruined us. If I had just thought harder, done better, maybe we wouldn’t be here. I deserve this. I deserve to be locked away like this." The buzzing electrodes hummed louder, her helmet tilting slightly as her body gave in. The heat and sweat pooling inside her suit became unbearable, and then she felt it—her body losing control completely, the dampness spreading through the tight confines of the evidence bag. She gasped, her helmet fogging, she added breaking. “I can’t take this…”

Noa, his breathing labored, tried to remain steady, but every pulse of the electrodes pushed him further toward collapse. Inside his helmet, a voice began to grow louder—his own, cold and cutting. "I thought I could handle anything. I thought I could solve anything. I was wrong. I failed."

“I didn’t fail,” Noa whispered weakly, his body jerking as another jolt surged through him, his legs trembling inside the confined space. “I didn’t fail…” But the voice grew louder, overriding his protests.

"You couldn’t keep it together. You couldn’t do what you needed to do. You thought you were strong enough, but you weren’t. This is where you belong now—sealed away, unable to hurt anyone anymore."

“No!” Noa shouted, he rasped cracking as the electrodes sent another wave through his helmet. His back arched violently against the walls of the coffin, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. The heat inside his suit became unbearable, and as the buzzing intensified, he felt his body give way, the dampness spreading through his suit. He groaned, he rasped trembling. “I—I should’ve been stronger…”

The transport coffins hummed steadily as the heroes were carried closer to the isolated prison. Inside their choking confines, the once-proud GoseiKoryus found themselves trapped in cycles of exhaustion, humiliation, and despair. Every attempt to focus, to find strength, was met with sharp jolts that scrambled their senses and left them trembling.

Tooru, his chest heaving, whispered into the darkness. “I should have been better… I let them down…”

Ema, her helmet fogging with condensation, muttered weakly. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t figure it out… It’s all my fault…”

Noa, his head angled back against the vibrating walls of his helmet, groaned softly. “I thought I could fix this… I couldn’t…”

The humming and zapping of the Zangyack tech refused to relent, forcing their bodies to stiffen and tremble in unnatural poses, sweat and tears pooling inside their suits as the overwhelming heat and buzzing confined them further. Their connection to the outside world—and to each other—was severed completely. No matter how hard they tried to focus, to call out to one another, the chambers refused to allow it.

For the first time, the heroes felt truly and completely alone. And in that silence, with no one to anchor them, the faint echoes of their voices filled the void, turning their doubts into a barrage of self-hatred.