Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann: Brothers to the End.

Chapter One: Your drill has one final job.

The sky was a clear blue and a gentle breeze stirred the air. The ground was a patchwork between the old dusty earth that marked the last generation and the lush green areas of the new one. Colourful flowers dotted the land, planted almost a lifetime ago in a different age, a different world.

A lone old man wandered across the land, wrapped head to foot in ragged old robes that looked like they had seen a lifetime of wear. A staff helped to support him, its sleek shaft tipped with what appeared to be a drill bit. Slowly he crossed the dirt, approaching a young boy who was sat just outside one of the new cities that had sprung up around the planet. A distant figure stood sweeping the road.

The boy tried in vain to break into a thick shelled nut of some kind that was the size of his head. In his hands was a manual drill, the type once used in the old underground villages in order to dig new tunnels and expand. The drill span but couldn't find purchase on the hard shell.

Something stirred within the old man, some distant memory of a time long gone. Quietly he stood beside the boy, watching him with something akin to silent amusement.

"What's wrong, kid?" he asked after a while, his voice low but caring.

The boy turned to look at him, distress at his own failure apparent. "I can't drill a hole in this thing." he muttered dejectedly.

The old man squatted, the action surprisingly easy for someone his age. His eyes met with the kid's. "You're putting too much force into it. Try turning the drill more gently." he advised.

"Like this?" asked the child as he proceeded to turn the drill at a slower pace than before. Nearly instantly the shell cracked with a satisfying sound. The kid's smile lit up his little face. "Hey! It worked! You're awesome, mister." he beamed excitedly.

The old man smiled faintly too. "Of course it worked. Just who the hell do you…" he broke off his sentence. The boy was completely ignoring him, instead drinking heavily from the shell as noisily as possible. The man sighed distantly. "Ah, I guess I'm no one."

A sudden green light lit up the sky, illuminating the darkness of the night. The light flared across the sky like a comet. The boy jumped to his feet and pointed in wonder. "Ha! Awesome! It's Gurren Lagann! Look at all the Gurren Lagann's! Haha!" he laughed and whooped as he jumped on the spot.

The old man stood too, taking in the scene with hidden emotions. "You know, I think you're right."

"I wonder if I'll ever go." the boy said, his eyes wide at such a thought.

"Sure you will." replied the stranger with complete confidence. "Because the lights in the skies are stars. Yeah, that's right. Stars where our spiral cousins are waiting for us."

The boy soon departed, leaving the old man alone once again. He gazed at the stars with spiralling eyes that had witnessed more than few other beings could ever imagine. The tiny pigmole that was nestled against his neck squeaked gently to him in words that only the man could understand.

"Looks like things are moving along nicely without us, eh Boota. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, but then I wonder if there was any other path to take. You just have to pick a path and never look back, just like bro used to say."

"What if you had made the wrong decision though?" came a lofty voice that's tones seemed to resonate within the old man's soul. He turned to view a man who's skin glowed with a bubbling red energy. He was tall and handsome with white hair that flowed around him like water. His eyes, like the old man's, contained a spiral pattern.

The new figure continued to speak. "You could have had happiness, warmth, love and friendship but instead you chose a path of desolation. You had the very powers of the universe yet chose to waste them. You cut you destiny short, Simon the digger."

Simon considered these words in silence before answering. "You are right. I could have had all of that and more. To do so though would only increase the danger presented by the Spiral Nemesis. During my fight with the Anti-Spiral, I came to the realisation that if I continued to grow, I would become the Spiral Nemesis. That is why I chose this path."

"Truly commendable." hissed the other man, mockery lacing his voice. "But why do you fear the Spiral Nemesis? It is not the end of the universe but simply the birth of a new one. That should be welcomed, not shunned."

"Who are you?" asked Simon. His body remained relax but his eyes had hardened.

"That is a good question." grinned the man. "I am a man of the spiral just like yourself. There is a group of us that seek to amass enough spiral energy to bring about the Spiral Nemesis. We are the Meta-Spirals, and we seek to change the universe. We do not have enough power though, we require your…assistance."

Simon tightened his grip on the staff. "I will never help to bring about the Spiral Nemesis! That would be to betray my friends, the next generation and those that gave their lives for us to get to where we are today! Just who the hell do you think I am! I am Simon the digger!"

"Charming." muttered the Meta-Spiral. "It wasn't a request though. You will join us, whether you agree or not." He clicked his fingers and fire erupted around Simon. From the flames emerged another nine glimmering beings of various colours. Each one had a weapon pointed at the old man.

Simon broke into a wide grin as he levelled his staff. "Didn't you just here me? I am Simon the digger, liberator of humanity and spiral warrior. Do you really want to try and force me to do anything?"

"You are powerful, that is why we are here for you. You have not used your powers for decades though. You have grown old while we have grown in numbers. Resistance is futile."

"That's what both Lordgenome and the Anti-Spiral said. Didn't do much for them. As long as I believe in myself, then I cannot loose." Simon announced, Boota squeaking his agreement.

"We shall see." sighed the first Meta-Spiral. A drill appeared and encased his hand as he charged at Simon. The other nine did the same, each armed with some form of spiralling weapon.

Simon spun his staff around him, blades of blazing green energy roaring from its tip. He parried the first blow with the base of the pole, grabbing the second attacker by the arm and throwing him over his shoulder. More dived in, each one very skilled and powerful.

Spinning the staff like a plane propeller, Simon used it as a shield as an emerald spiral appeared in his free hand which he punched into the closest attacker, sending him flying away.

Blood sprayed from his side as a thin drill tore through his cloak. Simon jumped back, the cloak ripping from him as more drills lunged at him. The rags fell away revealing simple trousers and a bare chest. His muscles had only grown in his years of exile.

With new vigour he leapt at the Meta-Spirals, smashing into them with speed and power that was difficult to watch. His staff moved like a piston, the drill bit stabbing into foes again and again. It hit the floor, destroying the ground at creating a large crater from the raw power.

A drill tipped pick axe swung at Simon. He held the staff up to block the attack. The two weapons clashed and the staff shattered with an explosion that sent the pick axe wielder hurtling backward.

"You're through now, old man." sneered the original Meta.

"That's what you think!" Simon roared, two drills forming over his hands. In a second he was back among them, weaving and ducking through their ranks, creating devastation with every movement.

There was a crash as a giant golden gunman fell from the sky and hit the ground. It was easily the size of the Arc Gurren but its body and limbs were sleek and slender, move designed for speed than strength. It looked strangely like a wasp to Simon, its pointed head having an insect like appearance. It too glowed faintly with energy.

One of its feet lifted and smashed down onto Simon. He held up his drills, cutting straight through the golden metal. Tearing and rending sounds of distressed metal screamed out from the mecha until Simon re-emerged from its head in an explosion of sparks.

"Checkmate." chuckled the Meta-Spiral.

Simon looked down to see all ten of the Meta holding large guns of some kind. He cursed and tried to move but the Gunman had somehow formed a sphere of energy around itself, trapping Simon.

"The gunman was a simple ploy, a trap with the sole purpose of keeping you still. You are too predictable, digger." laughed the first Meta victoriously. "Fire!"

Ten streaks of blaring energy, each the colour of the individual Meta, rushed forward. Simon tried to block but the sheer power was overwhelming. Lightning jolted through his veins causing his limbs to spasm. There was so much pain…

He fell from the sky and hit the ground hard. The Meta formed a circle around him. It was all Simon could do just to stare helplessly up at them.

"Your drill has one final job."

Simon half laughed, half coughed. In a weak voice he croaked, "I gave up that drill long ago. You will never get it."

The Meta-Spirals laughed as one. "We know that it is still with the Gurren Lagann and that it is protected by the Galactic Federation. That is of no concern to us though. It will be you that takes it back. You will create the Spiral Nemesis."

"Never!" spat Simon defiantly.

"We will see, Simon the digger. We will see."

And with that said, they teleported away, taking Simon with them.

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