Dawn of Chaos
Hi folks, this would be one of the first fic projects for me, Mercenary Pen, so if any of you flame me I will probably flame you back. Moreover I do not own Zoids, except for holding all patents and copyrights for various machines and power components that I have personally developed (among them such zoids as a Rev Raptor/Gunsniper hybrid). Now sit back and read, constructive criticism and questions will be accepted eagerly, but as I have already warned you, you flame = you pay the funeral expenses.
Right, now you folks are after a bit of a short summary from me to start the ball rolling, so that's roughly what you'll get. Okay, here goes: This story, set approximately three years after the climactic victory of the Blitz team in the Royal cup, sees the creation of both a new group of heroic zoid pilots and out of the ashes of the remnants of the Back draft organisation a new group of villains, their intent... well I can't really tell you that just yet.
Chapter One: The ruins
Garth Meyer looked despondently out of the window. Beneath him the ground was blurring past, a vast expanse of tan coloured sand, as his father's Hovercargo sped across the vast central desert of the northern continent, its motors operating at their maximum safe potential. His father, the renowned Professor Karyl Meyer was in the middle of a groundbreaking study into the history of the Guylos war of two hundred years before, and hoped to prove, once and for all, that the famous zoids of the war either were given too much credit, in cases where the design was known to exist, for example the Blade Liger, Lightning Saix or the D-Bison, or that the design mentioned never truly existed, in the case of the Genosoarer, Genobreaker, Deathsoarer and the Deathstinger.
(A/N The appearance of three Genosoarers during the Royal cup was kept very quiet by the Zoid Battle Commission)
To this end the professor was taking his research team and his entire family to excavate the ruins of the republican Red river base, hoping that their computer records would not have corroded into illegibility.
Garth sighed, his father knew that he wanted to become a zoid pilot and start up his own zoid team, but the professor was adamant, his son would learn a profession that involved actually using his brain, not just tinkering with machines. It was the way in which his father said it as much as anything else, his son, as if I were some thing to further his interests and not even a human being. At 15, Garth thought, I should not have to put up with this. All I hope is that there might be a combat capable zoid amongst the ruins, one I could use to start out on my own, to fend for myself.
Just then came a familiar voice from behind him, "Still moping about the way your father treats you?"
He breathed a sigh of relief; it was his uncle, Thorsten. Thorsten had, in his day, been a cargo transporter with his own zoid for protection, now he lived with the family, his Gordos remaining within the Hovercargo, gathering dust and no longer prompting the panicked retreats of bandits and business rivals alike, but instead prompting only fond reminiscences of the good old days.
"Remember," uncle Thorsten told him, "your father only has what he thinks are your best interests at heart, don't be too harsh with him."
Just as Garth was about to reply, his father's booming voice called out, "We're here, come take a look at this place brother."
Uncle Thorsten stumped off towards the control room of the Hovercargo, Garth quietly following behind him. When they reached the control room, they found the professor staring at, not the ruins in front of them but instead at the dozens of black painted scorpion zoids- Guysacks that was it- that were streaming out of the ruins to surround them.
A voice suddenly came over the radio, "This is the Red River Renegades. You are to consider yourselves our prisoners. We request that you hand over all zoids and weapons in your possession peacefully. We'd hate for you to get hurt."
What will happen to Garth Meyer and his family? Will they be imprisoned by the red river renegades? Or will they meet a worse fate resisting capture? Find out in the next chapter of Dawn of Chaos.
Hi folks, this would be one of the first fic projects for me, Mercenary Pen, so if any of you flame me I will probably flame you back. Moreover I do not own Zoids, except for holding all patents and copyrights for various machines and power components that I have personally developed (among them such zoids as a Rev Raptor/Gunsniper hybrid). Now sit back and read, constructive criticism and questions will be accepted eagerly, but as I have already warned you, you flame = you pay the funeral expenses.
Right, now you folks are after a bit of a short summary from me to start the ball rolling, so that's roughly what you'll get. Okay, here goes: This story, set approximately three years after the climactic victory of the Blitz team in the Royal cup, sees the creation of both a new group of heroic zoid pilots and out of the ashes of the remnants of the Back draft organisation a new group of villains, their intent... well I can't really tell you that just yet.
Chapter One: The ruins
Garth Meyer looked despondently out of the window. Beneath him the ground was blurring past, a vast expanse of tan coloured sand, as his father's Hovercargo sped across the vast central desert of the northern continent, its motors operating at their maximum safe potential. His father, the renowned Professor Karyl Meyer was in the middle of a groundbreaking study into the history of the Guylos war of two hundred years before, and hoped to prove, once and for all, that the famous zoids of the war either were given too much credit, in cases where the design was known to exist, for example the Blade Liger, Lightning Saix or the D-Bison, or that the design mentioned never truly existed, in the case of the Genosoarer, Genobreaker, Deathsoarer and the Deathstinger.
(A/N The appearance of three Genosoarers during the Royal cup was kept very quiet by the Zoid Battle Commission)
To this end the professor was taking his research team and his entire family to excavate the ruins of the republican Red river base, hoping that their computer records would not have corroded into illegibility.
Garth sighed, his father knew that he wanted to become a zoid pilot and start up his own zoid team, but the professor was adamant, his son would learn a profession that involved actually using his brain, not just tinkering with machines. It was the way in which his father said it as much as anything else, his son, as if I were some thing to further his interests and not even a human being. At 15, Garth thought, I should not have to put up with this. All I hope is that there might be a combat capable zoid amongst the ruins, one I could use to start out on my own, to fend for myself.
Just then came a familiar voice from behind him, "Still moping about the way your father treats you?"
He breathed a sigh of relief; it was his uncle, Thorsten. Thorsten had, in his day, been a cargo transporter with his own zoid for protection, now he lived with the family, his Gordos remaining within the Hovercargo, gathering dust and no longer prompting the panicked retreats of bandits and business rivals alike, but instead prompting only fond reminiscences of the good old days.
"Remember," uncle Thorsten told him, "your father only has what he thinks are your best interests at heart, don't be too harsh with him."
Just as Garth was about to reply, his father's booming voice called out, "We're here, come take a look at this place brother."
Uncle Thorsten stumped off towards the control room of the Hovercargo, Garth quietly following behind him. When they reached the control room, they found the professor staring at, not the ruins in front of them but instead at the dozens of black painted scorpion zoids- Guysacks that was it- that were streaming out of the ruins to surround them.
A voice suddenly came over the radio, "This is the Red River Renegades. You are to consider yourselves our prisoners. We request that you hand over all zoids and weapons in your possession peacefully. We'd hate for you to get hurt."
What will happen to Garth Meyer and his family? Will they be imprisoned by the red river renegades? Or will they meet a worse fate resisting capture? Find out in the next chapter of Dawn of Chaos.