A/N I'll admit not my best wrote it in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep.

Whale King 357 "Ambiance" Guardian Force Emblem brightly emblazoned on the side of it's olive drab hull sailed effortlessly and unopposed over clear blue azure skies, the world looking peaceful below it. The same could not be said for the interior of the large carrier Zoid. An entire Zoid Battalion was busy preparing themselves for battle. Command Wolf ACs and Shield Ligers, stood side by side with Saber Fangs and Dark Horns. All about the numerous Zoids both pilots and mechanics wondered about repairing damaged units or performing routine maintenance on the large machines.

Sergeant Rayford was one such pilot having finished the work on his Liger and had set about checking in on his squad's units making sure they were in top fighting condition. No soldier of his was going to go into battle with a sub standard Zoid. The clang of a falling tool drought him out of his revelry and over to where a Liger stood off to the side looking slightly out of place with a newer coat of paint then most of the other Zoids in the Whale King's hanger. Rayford sighed, the rookie was good, he wouldn't be in the unit if he wasn't but the young man still had much to learn.

"Newbie!" Rayford called approaching the Liger. "What have I told you about respecting your tools?"

"That I should never ever drop them." Private Berkeley answered sheepishly from atop the Liger's lowered head.

"That's right." Rayford said picking up the dropped tool. "How's it coming?"

"Good Sarge." Berkeley said hoping down to the deck fixing his Republic uniform. "I've got the bug in the missile guidance system worked out so it wont be a problem."

"Good." Rayford said playfully poking Berkeley with the wrench. "You gonna be ready for tomorrow's op?"

"Yes, I believe so." Berkeley said looking around the hanger. "Although to be honest Sarge I'm not sure what the op is."

"Cannon Fodder Newbie." Rayford said handing Berkeley the tool back. "Our battalion is to movie in cause a bunch of noise and then get the fuck out of dodge."

Berkeley looked puzzled but before he could ask the Sergeant to elaborate a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye distracted him. Looking off to his right Berkeley say three men, each wearing specialized uniforms walk into the hanger where they promptly headed off towards the real of the hanger stopping now and then to ask a pilot or mechanic or two a question about their Zoid.

Something about them seemed off so turning back to Rayford Berkeley asked. "Who are they?"

Rayfor turned looking off to the side, when he turned back his face was as hard as rock. "Watch yourself around those men Newbie. They're part of the ARC Corps."

Berkeley raised an eyebrow "ARC Corps?"

"Autonomous Reaction Corps." Rayford said looking towards the three pilots off in the distance.

"What do they do?" Berkeley asked following Rayford's line of sight.

"To put it simply Newbie 'Impossible' is a challenge to them. You remember that op about six months ago?"

Berkeley nodded. "Yeah a small group of terrorists had somehow gotten their hands on a battalion of Iron Kong's and a few support Zoids….it was cancelled before we could mobilize." He blinked. "You mean those three?"

Rayford shook his head. "No I mean those four. There's four pilots per team. Their team leader's waiting for them in their briefing room."

"Your shitting me!" Berkeley exclaimed placing his hands on his hips. "There's no way."

"Believe what you will. But the fact remains they picked them off and lived to tell about it."

"HOW?"

"No idea." Rayford pulled out a cigarette and lighting it up took a drag from it. "But I'll tell you this Newbie. Don't harbor hopes of joining. I only know of two ways to leave that unit, in a straight jacket or in a six foot box."

"I'll keep that in mind." Berkeley frowned. "One last question Sarge."

"Hmm?"

"What kind of Zoids they pilot, out of curiosity?"

Rayford's brow furrowed in thought. He scratched at his forehead cigarette held in his fingers. "Not really sure I've heard its different from team to team. The more versatile it is the more the love it. But I know what the team leader for this

unit pilots." Berkeley raised an eyebrow urging his Sarge to continue.

"A König Wolf."

A/N Please be gracious in the Reviews, as I said I was half asleep when I wrote this. But anyway, we met the main character in the next chapter which will be much better then this one I promice.