Hello fans and people reading my work for the first time, This is the first fan fic I've done In a while so I will call it my 'return from retirement' fic. It takes place a few mounths after episode 67, Return to another tommorrow (or just after the end of the chaotic century guardian force series for those of who are into the show but not enough to memorize episodes).

R&R please and thank you.

Prozen's Knight

Ch. 1 Redemption

Guitars roar, screaming singers, armed moshers, and drug induced laughter make the night tremble while filling the ears of millions of fans and people looking to have a party. Somewhere in the masses of the adrenaline high Goths, punks, freaks, emos, and posers, a beautiful 17 year old girl moved her body to the music as if it controlled her directly. Dishwater blonde hair reaching her ankles pulled into a ponytail at the base of her skull by a big white ribbon flicked her neighbors wildly. Her stormy sky brown eyes were glazed with lust and ecstasy.

She was 5'8", perfectly curvy with dark freckles lining her eyes in the shape of a coon's mask. Her sun kissed with a copper shade skin glistened with sweat and hypnotized with the way she moved in the ever-changing twilight. She leaned pulled her anonymous dance partner down into a passion heated kissed. When he pulled away, she dragged him back and held his nose tightly sucking in what air he had stolen at their parting. He fought against her, suffocating. She slid a hidden knife out from behind belt buckle and stabbed him slicing from the navel to the arch of his rib cage. Allowing the body to slip from her fingers, she continued to dance stabbing three more people without anyone even noticing their passing. Her name was engraved in a large gold jingle bell draped around her neck, Fang.

Van and Thomas stepped out on the wooden porch of the city hall building. "Thank you for your help," Van shook the man's hand and followed Thomas.

"You've been quiet," He stated bending to look at the front of Thomas's face. Thomas shot a glance over his shoulder.

"That bum's been tailing us since we got here."

A person so heavily clothed in rags and filth that the bum's gender was undeterminable walked a fair distance behind them, not bothering to hide the fact he was following them. A hood completely covered his face to the point it was unclear how he was able to see where he was going much less other people. Suspicious that his shoes, black combat boots, were the cleanest articles of clothing he had on. Van's tone went serious, "Yeah I noticed, doesn't matter though."

Thomas huffed, "Probably just lookin' for suckers to give him whiskey money."

"Yeah, maybe," Van laughed looking back himself. "He's gone."

"Huh," Thomas turned completely.

"Maybe he wasn't following us," Van suggested.

"Then explain why he went with us to city hall and stayed until we left," Thomas pointed.

"Coincidence," Van replied. Thomas gave him a dirty look. "Point, you win."

They started walking again, "Where should we start looking for those stolen zoids?"

Van grunted in annoyance, "Might as well start with the woods! After all that's where they always are! For once I'd like to see a bit of originality in these idiots."

Thomas laughed for the first time since they arrived. "The woods it is!"

They hiked for two hours in the zoids until Beek's sensors picked up a low signal. Thomas whispered through a smirk, "Gottcha."

"When are they gonna learn," Van stated when he got the information on the liger's side screen.

Once again on foot, they looked out across a small meadow hiding three tents. Van shook his head, "Tsk."

Thomas glanced at him with a bored expression. He caught Van's attention and rolled his eyes. Creeping under the tall grass to avoid detection, they snuck over to the tents. Armed and standing outside the closest of the tents, Van covered one end while Thomas took the other. Charging in, they shouted, "Freeze!"

Both were dumbstruck to find that no one was in the tent and that they were pointing their guns at one another. "Wha?"

The clicking of guns sounded behind each. Feeling the barrels press into their backs, they disarmed themselves to the tune of chuckles from behind.

"Bag their hands and cuff them. We'll take um to the compound," ordered their captures' leader.

Van and Thomas were stuffed into a normal sized cell in the hanger bay. They were both frustrated, being so close to the enemy, the cargo, and having no way to escape or take action to acknowledge it. They each sat silently, fuming and festering.

"You had to have your 'bit of originality'," Thomas taunted.

"Shuddap," Van growled.

More of their captures' giggles gave sound to the area but this time the slurred song of a drunk accompanied them. Both Van and Thomas were surprised to see that the drunk, being supported by on of their captures, was their homeless stalker. His voice was very masculine but youthful and thick with liquor. He carried a bottle in one hand and directed his tune with the other.

They opened the cell, pushing Van and Thomas to the back. "Alright, buddy, in ya go."

His supporter dropped him inside the cell. They closed and locked it back. The drunken bum scrambled to his feet and hung on the bars, "Hey come back! I don't wanna drink alone!"

Van and Thomas shot smirks at one another. One came back, "Alright, come on."

He held his hand out for the bottle. The drunk passed it and rambled off a thank you and story about the last time he drank alone. When he tried to take the bottle back for a swig, the capture pushed him down and laughed.

He landed on his stomach and face with a crack that made van and Thomas cringe. He pushed himself up a little, "Ow…you son of a…."

He collapsed and fell limply, erupting in loud snores. Van barely restrained a laugh himself as the capture walked away with the drunk's bottle.

Three minutes passed and the snores suddenly stopped and the drunk got to his with grace, searching his rages for something. He removed a 6-inch switchblade from one of the many pockets and turned toward Thomas. His voice was clean and dead serious, "Bend over."

Thomas stared at him stupidly, blinked several times, and then hooked his foot around one of the bum's legs knocking him down. Van lifted his right foot and brought it down quickly to hit him in the chest. The bum was faster and a lot more agile than he appeared, having rolled to dodge Van's leg and move behind Thomas, covering his mouth and throwing out a leg to press the toe of his boot toe Van's. He grabbed Thomas's hands as he tried to scoot away with his free hand and started to pick at the lock on the cuffs.

Both gave a sigh of relief, Thomas falling back on the bum's shoulder. He chuckled and let go of both their mouths. "No offence-," Van's started.

"None taken I swear it, I would've reacted the same way-," The bum announced.

"Yeah, but I thought you meant-," Thomas cut in.

"I know, I didn't realize until it was already said. You're done," He popped Thomas's shoulder before getting up to unlock Van's cuffs.

Van scooted forward to give him some room, "You're really quick, how do you move in that outfit?"

"With style," He laughed. Van and Thomas laughed too. "You should see me do the 'robot' in this thing. It's awesome."

All of them broke into a giggle fit. Thomas, still trying to breathe, asked, "Who are you anyway?"

Their new friend sighed with an air of regret, "Someone you're probably never going to meet again."

"Come on, don't be like that! What's your name," Van persisted.

"No one," he pushed Van a little. "You're done."

He put the knife away, standing, and looked over the bars. "Ok Mr. No One, why did you follow us earlier," Van asked, deciding not to push him.

Thomas watched him curious as to what he was doing. He answered, "I wanted to help."

"Why," Thomas asked. "Most, well, people…like…you, mind their own business."

He grabbed two of the lower bars and twisted them. One screwed out of place and the other didn't. His voice was serious and sad sounding, "Redemption."

Leaving them confused, he squeezed through the bars and stood on the outside, motioning for them to stay quiet and follow suit.

Van and Thomas manned their zoids and their new friend climbed into the cockpit of one of the stolen zoids, a standard rev raptor. The captures were shocked to find that after such hard work in ensuring that the prisoners wouldn't escaped to find that they had turned the tables, but unlike what the Guardian Force had been up against recently, they fought back to keep things in their favor. The mysterious stranger was quite the pilot. Van down toned his fighting to watch and see just how much skill he possessed. The movements, skill, and the way he dominated his opponents reminded him of Raven.

'It couldn't be…could it," he asked himself.

The battle ended and all of the zoid thieves were in custody. Thomas complemented the stranger on his piloting. Van thought it over and stated, "You could use talent like yours, how 'bout it? Join the Guardian Force, make friends, get new clothes…."

He laughed, "Thanks but I'm happy with working outside the law, it sounds great and if the circumstances were different I take it with thinkin' but they aren't so…thanks but no."

He turned and started to walk out into the desert. Van shouted to him, "Hey, 'bout your piloting again, who taught you?"

He slowed but kept walking. Van shouted again, this time taking a few steps to catch up, "You reminded me of a pilot I use to fight all the time. I thought maybe you knew him, his name's Raven?"

The stranger stopped, Van right behind him, Thomas closing quickly, the whistling of wind was the only thing keeping it from being total silence, "Maybe I do, maybe I don't, hardly matters."

He started to walk away again, but Van, sure in his mind that it was in fact Raven that saved them, grabbed hold of his hood, revealing his face in the momentum of the stranger's stride and Van's tug. White hair told tale that it wasn't Raven. The stranger pivoted in surprise, his faded blue eyes big with shock. His hair was jaw length, skateboarder cut, and he was undoubtedly a close blood relative to Günter Prozen.

He stared daggers of shame at Van, neither able to say anything at all. Thomas is twice as shocked and very angry, "Aries?"

"You couldn't just leave it alone could you," he asked Van.

"Aries Odo Prozen, son of Gunter Prozen, You are here by under arrest by power given to my by the Guardian Force for treason against the Empire and the threatening the Republic…."

Van couldn't move under Aries's stair as he was cuffed and placed with the Zoid thieves.

Fang looked into the crowd inside the small bar. She found her friends at the pool tables in the back. "Fang, 'sup? Christ it's been forever, we need to do this more often," a 20 year old boy lifted a glass and a cigar to greet her.

The other boy of 19 years of age, smirked and nodded in her direction, both were black haired and porcelain pale. "Hi Griffin, still as out going and loud as ever I see," she returned his greeting then faced her other friend, "Raven…."

Thank you for reading, everything will become clear later on, stick with me. If you would like to flame me on a literary basis, go for it so long as your critisizing my writing skill and not the story line thus far. Give it another two chapters before flaming the story itself.