Zoids Key piece Legends
Part one: The Legend begins.
Prologue.
In the beginning, before the fires, before the world ended only to start anew, the planet and its existing people lived as one. They lived as such with out fear, existed in such small amounts so as not to procure war, famine, and disease. Through their greater ability biomechanical life-forms known as Zoids could live, exist, along side these pacifists, pulling fourth an even greater knowledge from the world around them. With the Zoids, these people, known as Zoidians, expanded their reach not only across their world, but into the dark recesses beyond their boundaries, to the distant stars.
The heavens fell with the fires of burning vengeance… Others - otherworlders came, drawn from their dying planet to this bright, distant, strange new world. Humans they were called, living and breathing with scarce difference to the native Zoidians. These humans, their small colony, all that had survived their dying world, had at first come to this thriving place in hopes of survival, in continuing their race. And the Zoidians welcomed them with open arms.
The planet rebelled, belching from within its depths hell-bent soil, burning and consuming all that stood in its path… The humans taught to, and learned from the Zoidians, while ensuring their own survival, they condemned their teachers. While teaching and learning, thoughts twisted between these two coexisting races. Humans brought with them from their own world the concept of war, and the hatred behind it, while the Zoidians, unknowingly produced the means to achieve it.
And they died, both races consumed by their greed, wiped out their history, their gained knowledge, and most importantly, they took with them the greatest thing of all, the Zoids too died the day the Heavens fell… War ravaged. Conceived by petty arguments, both Zoidians and humans split apart, taking sides, one seeking to control in absolute, the other fighting to survive as the world once was. The Zoids, once free, were harnessed, no longer seen as friends, but tools for a greater end. Once known as warriors noble, now were taken for granted, mass produced, and controlled, their freewill shattered. Grown while bathed in the light of Zoid Eve, the Zoids became dependent on that single source of power, and while both sides knew this valuable fact, neither were eager to fight over it, for they knew, that once destroyed, Zoids, their tools, would no longer exist.
The fighting reached climax, and the heavenly light died, warring sides ceased their struggle in a desperate attempt to survive. The humans realized what they had done, again, as their past had failed to teach them what their future needed knowing. The Zoidians, too few in numbers to out last the cataclysmic event were wiped out, and the knowledge of their world, and the Zoids, fell with them. Stranded, and alone, on a world that was not their own, the humans waited for life to begin anew.
From the ashes of their mistakes, the humans rebuilt what had been lost, stumbling upon and learning to stand beside what had been left behind. For the Zoids, the few that had survived the dying light, had changed so, evolved. No longer solely dependent on that singular source of power for survival, they too had to learn how stand beside the humans. Remembrance was the key, remembering from their venerable ancestors what had happened, to prevent their world from ending again.
The heavens fell with the fires of burning vengeance while the planet rebelled, belching fourth from within its depths hell-bent soil, burning and consuming all that stood in its path. And they died, both races consumed by their greed, wiped out their history, their gained knowledge, and most importantly, they took with them the greatest thing of all, the Zoids too died the day the Heavens fell…
Sometimes memories exist as stories, and over time these stories become legends. But sometimes those legends seed their roots in history, thereby becoming facts. My story, told through these legends, rooted within the history of this world, lived by in memories, Begins here…
AN: so what do you think?? Keep going? Stop? Ditch, or continue??
Lil treat for you all, a piece of chapter one…
…Bellowing, the white and gold Bamburian reared up on its hind legs in frustration, its pilot scanning the area in frantic need. The two Vipers had disappeared somewhere underground, rendering all of the Zoids capable weapons useless.
Popping up, like some demonic trout, one of the Vipers launched a frontal attack, while its twin wrapped a lithe body about its preys hapless form.
"Damn it!" Sahari, the Bamburians pilot cursed, struggling with her Zoids controls. Rearing up again, the enraged panda furiously backhanded the frontal Viper with a heavy paw, knocking it, and its pilot, out of commission. Twisting again, the gold and white Bamburian landed on all fours, effectively trapping the second Viper beneath its bulk.
Leveling twin AZ 15mm semi automatic gautling guns, the viper retaliated with a barrage of heavy fire…
ANAN: For those who don't know what a Bamburian looks like, you can google it!! google/images- Bamburian, or BamboLian (Ron's Zoids from Zoids Genesis)