Hey people. I got the first CC DVD for my birthday and it kinda inspired me
to actually write a fic about it.
ibBYRNING PROTECTOR./i/b
By Galux Phoenix.
The bandits attacked in the middle of the night when only one of Zi's two moons shone down on the village of Lirael. Many shadows fell around the silent land and its buildings. The village had suffered three separate bandit attacks in the last two months. Already two of the village men had died in the attempt to save their homes. The protector they had previously had left a week before the first attack and left the village almost completely defenceless.
And now they were going to be attacked once again, and loss what little was left of their hard gained crops. Lirael didn't have enough zoids to defend herself properly, and even then they were only a couple of ancient Gustaves.
As the five bandit zoids surrounded the village from different directions someone was watching on with loathing.
~*~*~*
Startling green- grey eyes were narrowed in distaste as their owner looked at the village and the bandits there to issue even more suffering. Clayr Byrning jumped from the back of her specially modified Zaber Fang and into its cockpit. Her hands moved with the precision of many zoid battles as she worked the controls. The midnight black Zaber Fang jumped down the small cliff it had been situated on.
As the zoid ran on Clayr opened the missile compartments and checked their stock. They had three missiles.
She was two short then.
That meant she would have to go into close combat which was not one of her favourite things to do. As she fired the first missile at the closet zoid to her -an old Guysak- she flipped a switch an let the custom made stealth shield slide over her zoid, the one and only Unseen Hunter. The second missile, like the first one, hit true and another bandit zoid collapsed.
Just three left then.
A visual screen opened on one of the specially programmed cockpit walls; one of the bandit zoids was going to fire on one of the village's grain stores. The largest one. But before it could take proper aim and then fire Clayr was upon it. Her zoid clawed at it until she managed to sever one of its front legs off and it could attack no more.
The second last zoid rounded on her, even though she could not be seen in the dark of the night. The last bandit came up on her from opposite the other zoid, trapped her between them. They opened fire on her. Many missed her and went wide as they couldn't pin her position, most of the wide missiles churned up the desert dust. Tossing up the dust to reveal her position to them. These pilots were smart.
But, then again, Clayr Byrning was smarter.
The midnight black Zaber Fang jumped. Higher than a normal zoid could, and landed on the zoid in front of her, crushing part of its system as she did so. Just to be sure she used her last missile to destroy the combat systems. When she turned her zoid around, ready to face the other zoid, she froze.
The remaining zoid had gone. Just plainly disappeared. The old, worn and battered Liger didn't have stealth capabilities, otherwise Clayr would have seen it - if you spent most of your life with a zoid that could shield itself from anyone's sight you got pretty good at spotting stealth shielded zoids.
The pilot had obviously thought better of having their butt kicked all the way back to the village gaol cells.
Clayr gave a small smirk before muttering about the shabbiness of bandit attacks now days. Absolutely no organization before hand. "Pathetic," she told one of the zoid pilots as she dragged him from his zoid only to tie him to the rest of his comrades.
~*~*~*
Four of the five bandits were thrown into the village goal less than an hour later. What surprised the three men and the one women, more than the fact they had been defeated by one zoid, was that the women who defeated them was standing guard.
She turned from her spot by the window to look at the four bandits she had captured. Only their leader, a man with bright blue hair streaked with red and black, would met her cool and level gaze. "Let us out," he snarled at Clayr, before spitting at her feet.
"No." Her voice was so calm, so cold, and so measured that is sent shivers down his spine, no one he knew could speak with such a tone after such a zoid battle. "You attacked a defenceless village for the thrill of it. All of you deserve to spend the rest of your lives locked up in a small, filthy, dark cell in the middle of the desert with no one for company but a couple of bugs that feed off your blood."
The bandit was about to open his mouth to tell her what he thought of her description when a village man descended down the stairs into the prison, holding up a lantern. He lit it, the light was strong enough to throw the room into high relief.
And for the first time Clayr wasn't standing in shadows.
Her grey green eyes were like cold gems, glittering on a naturally olive, but quite tanned skin. Her deep black locks were cut short as not to get in her way during hand to hand combat. But what the guard noticed first, apart from her slender and willowy figure or her cold beauty, was the two handguns strapped to her hips in easy reach.
"The Elders wish to speak with you, warrior," he told her, in slight nervousness.
"I think they can wait till the morning."
The man blinked at her. Clayr's slightly husky voice was telling- no ordering - him to leave without having to say it out loud. It was the type of voice that if it told you to do something you dammed well better do it fast.
The man suddenly started to stutter something about something to do with age old tradition, curses, and disrespect, so Clayr sent him a glare that shut him up instantly.
"The Elders can wait until these four are on their way back to the capital. I'll stay here for a while, and get a good nights sleep, I'm sure they can understand that." She sat down on the sole chair by the door and crossed her legs over at the ankles. A self satisfied smirk formed over her lips.
This might just turn out to be profitable.
~*~*~*
The next morning Clayr stood in front of the three village Elders. They frowned at the sight of her apparel; a tight black sleeveless shirt, and slightly loose black cargo pants, her handguns still strapped in place.
"You realise you people need a protector right?"
"Yes," one of them snapped. "We were thinking about hiring you on, warrior. Considering you were already here and have proved you skills as a zoid pilot. Would you be willing to accept?"
"If I did what would be in it for me?" she asked, inspecting her nails.
"The satisfaction of protecting an almost defenceless town." The oldest of the three sighed and offered her a monthly price that was good for a mercenary.
Clayr gave it some serious thought, before she made up her mind completely. A self satisfied smirk worked its way over her lips. "Ok, deal. You got yourselves a protector for at least the next six months. Do you have any good maps of the area that I could have? I'll also need to know what kinds of weapons the people around here have. Is there any place 'round here I could stay for that time?" They gave her a room to use in the town's only inn.
With a content inner sigh Clayr wandered over to the inn, and her home for the next six months or so. Anyone who looked at her would have seen the confident, tough and determined woman in her twenties that looked as if she could hold her own in any fist fight.
The inn room was quite big for a town as small as this one. It just showed how much these people wanted to have someone look over them while they went about their daily business. A door led from the main living area and into her bedroom, compete with a double bed set with clean pressed sheets. Another door off the main room led to a reasonably sized bathroom with a shower behind a frosted glass screen.
Clayr sat down on the edge of her bed and took her belongings out of her large black bags before she stood again at put them in her chest of drawers against one bedroom wall, leaving only a change of clothes and her bathroom necessities on the bed. She locked the main door sat back down on the bed to take her dusty boots off.
"I hope I'll be sufficient enough to protect this place. Somehow, dunno why, I think I won't be," she told the air in front of her. "I'll see if I can call in some reinforcements or something once I know the place like the back of my hand. Better than that even." With her second sigh of the day she scooped up her bathroom gear and change of clothes and wandered into the bathroom with only the thoughts of a really nice hot shower and who she should call on her mind.
Clayr didn't know it then, but calling in reinforcements would be one of the smartest things she would ever do.
~*~*~*
**peering over back of computer chair** It wasn't to bad I hope. Please review if you wasn't me to write more of this little ficcy I came up with one day during science class.
Flame me if you want, tell me what I should do to make it better. Thanks a heap for reading anyway!
GalPhoe.
ibBYRNING PROTECTOR./i/b
By Galux Phoenix.
The bandits attacked in the middle of the night when only one of Zi's two moons shone down on the village of Lirael. Many shadows fell around the silent land and its buildings. The village had suffered three separate bandit attacks in the last two months. Already two of the village men had died in the attempt to save their homes. The protector they had previously had left a week before the first attack and left the village almost completely defenceless.
And now they were going to be attacked once again, and loss what little was left of their hard gained crops. Lirael didn't have enough zoids to defend herself properly, and even then they were only a couple of ancient Gustaves.
As the five bandit zoids surrounded the village from different directions someone was watching on with loathing.
~*~*~*
Startling green- grey eyes were narrowed in distaste as their owner looked at the village and the bandits there to issue even more suffering. Clayr Byrning jumped from the back of her specially modified Zaber Fang and into its cockpit. Her hands moved with the precision of many zoid battles as she worked the controls. The midnight black Zaber Fang jumped down the small cliff it had been situated on.
As the zoid ran on Clayr opened the missile compartments and checked their stock. They had three missiles.
She was two short then.
That meant she would have to go into close combat which was not one of her favourite things to do. As she fired the first missile at the closet zoid to her -an old Guysak- she flipped a switch an let the custom made stealth shield slide over her zoid, the one and only Unseen Hunter. The second missile, like the first one, hit true and another bandit zoid collapsed.
Just three left then.
A visual screen opened on one of the specially programmed cockpit walls; one of the bandit zoids was going to fire on one of the village's grain stores. The largest one. But before it could take proper aim and then fire Clayr was upon it. Her zoid clawed at it until she managed to sever one of its front legs off and it could attack no more.
The second last zoid rounded on her, even though she could not be seen in the dark of the night. The last bandit came up on her from opposite the other zoid, trapped her between them. They opened fire on her. Many missed her and went wide as they couldn't pin her position, most of the wide missiles churned up the desert dust. Tossing up the dust to reveal her position to them. These pilots were smart.
But, then again, Clayr Byrning was smarter.
The midnight black Zaber Fang jumped. Higher than a normal zoid could, and landed on the zoid in front of her, crushing part of its system as she did so. Just to be sure she used her last missile to destroy the combat systems. When she turned her zoid around, ready to face the other zoid, she froze.
The remaining zoid had gone. Just plainly disappeared. The old, worn and battered Liger didn't have stealth capabilities, otherwise Clayr would have seen it - if you spent most of your life with a zoid that could shield itself from anyone's sight you got pretty good at spotting stealth shielded zoids.
The pilot had obviously thought better of having their butt kicked all the way back to the village gaol cells.
Clayr gave a small smirk before muttering about the shabbiness of bandit attacks now days. Absolutely no organization before hand. "Pathetic," she told one of the zoid pilots as she dragged him from his zoid only to tie him to the rest of his comrades.
~*~*~*
Four of the five bandits were thrown into the village goal less than an hour later. What surprised the three men and the one women, more than the fact they had been defeated by one zoid, was that the women who defeated them was standing guard.
She turned from her spot by the window to look at the four bandits she had captured. Only their leader, a man with bright blue hair streaked with red and black, would met her cool and level gaze. "Let us out," he snarled at Clayr, before spitting at her feet.
"No." Her voice was so calm, so cold, and so measured that is sent shivers down his spine, no one he knew could speak with such a tone after such a zoid battle. "You attacked a defenceless village for the thrill of it. All of you deserve to spend the rest of your lives locked up in a small, filthy, dark cell in the middle of the desert with no one for company but a couple of bugs that feed off your blood."
The bandit was about to open his mouth to tell her what he thought of her description when a village man descended down the stairs into the prison, holding up a lantern. He lit it, the light was strong enough to throw the room into high relief.
And for the first time Clayr wasn't standing in shadows.
Her grey green eyes were like cold gems, glittering on a naturally olive, but quite tanned skin. Her deep black locks were cut short as not to get in her way during hand to hand combat. But what the guard noticed first, apart from her slender and willowy figure or her cold beauty, was the two handguns strapped to her hips in easy reach.
"The Elders wish to speak with you, warrior," he told her, in slight nervousness.
"I think they can wait till the morning."
The man blinked at her. Clayr's slightly husky voice was telling- no ordering - him to leave without having to say it out loud. It was the type of voice that if it told you to do something you dammed well better do it fast.
The man suddenly started to stutter something about something to do with age old tradition, curses, and disrespect, so Clayr sent him a glare that shut him up instantly.
"The Elders can wait until these four are on their way back to the capital. I'll stay here for a while, and get a good nights sleep, I'm sure they can understand that." She sat down on the sole chair by the door and crossed her legs over at the ankles. A self satisfied smirk formed over her lips.
This might just turn out to be profitable.
~*~*~*
The next morning Clayr stood in front of the three village Elders. They frowned at the sight of her apparel; a tight black sleeveless shirt, and slightly loose black cargo pants, her handguns still strapped in place.
"You realise you people need a protector right?"
"Yes," one of them snapped. "We were thinking about hiring you on, warrior. Considering you were already here and have proved you skills as a zoid pilot. Would you be willing to accept?"
"If I did what would be in it for me?" she asked, inspecting her nails.
"The satisfaction of protecting an almost defenceless town." The oldest of the three sighed and offered her a monthly price that was good for a mercenary.
Clayr gave it some serious thought, before she made up her mind completely. A self satisfied smirk worked its way over her lips. "Ok, deal. You got yourselves a protector for at least the next six months. Do you have any good maps of the area that I could have? I'll also need to know what kinds of weapons the people around here have. Is there any place 'round here I could stay for that time?" They gave her a room to use in the town's only inn.
With a content inner sigh Clayr wandered over to the inn, and her home for the next six months or so. Anyone who looked at her would have seen the confident, tough and determined woman in her twenties that looked as if she could hold her own in any fist fight.
The inn room was quite big for a town as small as this one. It just showed how much these people wanted to have someone look over them while they went about their daily business. A door led from the main living area and into her bedroom, compete with a double bed set with clean pressed sheets. Another door off the main room led to a reasonably sized bathroom with a shower behind a frosted glass screen.
Clayr sat down on the edge of her bed and took her belongings out of her large black bags before she stood again at put them in her chest of drawers against one bedroom wall, leaving only a change of clothes and her bathroom necessities on the bed. She locked the main door sat back down on the bed to take her dusty boots off.
"I hope I'll be sufficient enough to protect this place. Somehow, dunno why, I think I won't be," she told the air in front of her. "I'll see if I can call in some reinforcements or something once I know the place like the back of my hand. Better than that even." With her second sigh of the day she scooped up her bathroom gear and change of clothes and wandered into the bathroom with only the thoughts of a really nice hot shower and who she should call on her mind.
Clayr didn't know it then, but calling in reinforcements would be one of the smartest things she would ever do.
~*~*~*
**peering over back of computer chair** It wasn't to bad I hope. Please review if you wasn't me to write more of this little ficcy I came up with one day during science class.
Flame me if you want, tell me what I should do to make it better. Thanks a heap for reading anyway!
GalPhoe.