Power of Fate
Disclaimer: I don't own zoids, but I do own Ridayah, Draco Raisher, this storyline, and any other person or creature or anything that isn't recognized. I should also mention that this is after they won the Royal Cup, but the Backdraft Group resurfaced shortly after, unfortunately.
The sun had gone down hours ago but Ridayah was still at it. He had plans to be an ultimate but all he could ever do was simple jobs. This had tortured him his entire life because zoids were his life. He could repair, do maintenance, and assembly, but when it came to piloting a zoid he was lucky it didn't explode within ten seconds.
Ridayah was building a zoid of his own but it didn't do him any good so far. All he had encountered was error after error after missing part after missing part after lack of funds. It was still a hassle to look at him working feverishly to finish it and not tell him to give it up.
The one thing that had been a success so far was its bio-mechanical control system. It was not happy with being unable to move, since it was linked to a computer and was housed in a little white box.
But now he had refused to let anyone into his hanger and stopped working on other people's zoids. He was convinced he had almost all the necessary parts and modifications for it, but getting them together was the hard part. All that he needed was a ground/air model. He tried straight ground; that failed. He tried aquatic; that model was unable to support its own weight. He had even tried a straight air, which was not his preference; fortunately for him, that one failed as well. He hated water/land combos, so if this didn't work, he was screwed.
* * *
I was almost finished. It would be my masterpiece. All it needed now was the biomechanical system to act as its brain. I had developed the biomechanical system myself. I told no one though about my alterations. I found if I implanted a layer of it underneath my armor, it would re-grow the lost metal when electricity was coursed through it and it had contact with sand. So I had first built a large sand pool for parts to be dipped into, even the whole assemblage if necessary.
But that was the past. I went for the "brain" and crawled up into the mechanic's hold. I had streamlined every surface, even on the interior. I pressed in my access code, and a hatch beneath the control panel was opened. I carefully slid in the white box and waited.
After a few minutes I felt a rumble. The zoid's power system was online now. I had designed this zoid to be perfect for me, learning from my prior mistakes. I learned how I needed to set up the controls after my air one. I had used common controls and they had been wrong in far too many ways, causing it to explode before I took it for a test run.
Not that it mattered. I slid down the front left foreclaw and pulled away all the umbilical cords for the zoid. I felt, rather that heard, the zoid move behind me. I looked up into its eyes and I realized the system recognized me. It gave my shoulder a nudge.
"Hey! You be careful with me now. I don't think anyone knows how complex you are or how to handle your controls, so be gentle," I said slightly scolding it.
This was my only possible model that could work. Ground/Air crosses were my favorite, and this was a model example.
"Will you let me in the cockpit?" I asked of it.
It immediately lowered its head and opened the cockpit. I was glad that it was so well able to understand me. Nothing had ever done that before.
"Let's head out of the hanger, shall we? I don't think I have been out since that party a month and a half ago. And we should let you stretch your muscles, as it were," I told the system.
I thought about how cool it was now that I finally had a working zoid. Now all I needed was a team to work for and experience.
Now we were outside the hanger. I was watching the system's reaction to the outdoors. It was picking up its front paws and looking at them, inspecting the dust and small plants attached to the bottom.
"Don't worry, that is the ground. It won't hurt you," I said to it. I heard a low rumbling growl escape from it.
"You know, I can't keep calling you system, now can I? Let's think of a name. How about Draco Raisher?"
There was a loud rumble of approval. He liked the name.
We walked out a little farther to test out his abilities. He ran to a nearby bluff with a waterfall and plants nearby. Draco ran there.
I guess I should describe what Draco looks like. He was about 23 meters long, and about 13 high. He had four legs, two in front and two in back, with a set of wings along the back. He had a wingspan of about 57 meters, and were mostly made using an energy barrier when needed for flight. The wings themselves were neatly tucked along his back. Draco had a tail, which accounted for 9 of the 23 meters of length.
Now on to his offensive and defensive capabilities. He had pair of missile launchers at the base of his tail, a pulse cannon in his tail along with a sniper rifle attachment. There were two rotating machine guns mounted above the cockpit's eyes, and had a 20 mm hybrid cannon in his mouth. Draco also had three attacks. They were strike laser claw, fire blast, which let lose a large spread tongue of super hot fire, and sonic rush, which was the ability to travel faster than sound. Draco also had a cloaking shield, energy shield, ion boosters, and a hologram emitter.
Draco's coloring was white all over, except for his eyes, which were silver, and a light black ridge that ran from the tip of the nose to the tip of its tail. The energy that formed the filler for his wings was neon purple. All in all, one cool looking, capable zoid.
"Draco, use strike laser claw on the boulder over there," I told Draco.
There was an affirmative growl, and I was beginning to understand him. He ran up while his claws started glowing in a silver color. I yelled out "Strike laser claw!" and he landed on the far side of the boulder. We turned around just in time to see the boulder slide in two, a flat cut showing on either piece.
"That was so awesome!"
"Let's see how fast we can go."
Draco was now feeling up to a challenge and ran to and from the base numerous times, breaking the sound barrier once or twice when he used the boosters. We blasted an old, empty mining village using the cannons and guns, then destroyed what was left using the Fire Blast.
"Ya ready to try flyin?" I asked Draco.
I guess he was even more eager than I was. He opened his wings and took off at an incredible speed. He flew circles and loop-the-loops and other tricks like it was his home medium. We were up for about an hour when I noticed the sun coming up.
"Come on bud. Let's go back. I don't want to reveal you just yet and I'm exhausted," I whined to Draco. He seemed to accept that, because I feel asleep in the cockpit.
I work up around 3 p.m. and decided to register Draco.
I brought up the ZBC network and went to "register new zoid." "Zoid Name?" I put in Draco Raisher. "Team?" Dragon. "Zoid Draco Raisher invalid. Please validate." Well, Let's see. Zoid Type = Flying Dragon, Height x length x width = 13 meters x 23 meters x 6 meters, weight = 137 tons, Default attacks = Strike Laser Claw, Fire Blast, Sonic Rush, extra notes = uses a biomechanical operating system with a half-living armor system.
I went to the 'Submit Button' and clicked. "Does this zoid warrior wish to battle as a mercenary?" I said yes. It wouldn't hurt to have some experience before I made a real team.
"Zoid registration for Mercenary Ridayah and Draco Raisher certified. Code number will be 93651. Your registration module should arrive shortly in a judge capsule. Thank you and have a nice day!" Said a mechanical voice.
I then turned off the system and heard a large BOOM outside and ran to greet what must be the judge.
"Here is two registration modules. If there is ever a problem with them contact ZBC headquarters and notify them of your problem. Thank you and have a nice day. Please move back at least 100 feet before I leave so as to prevent injury," Said the Judge.
"Thank you!" I yelled as he took off. "Hope he heard me."
I walked back into the hanger and saw Draco curled into a ball form looking at me. He let out a small weak roar, asking me to come over to him.
"What's up?"
Then the cockpit opened and I figured out what he wanted. "You want me to sleep in the cockpit tonight, don't you?" There was an affirmative rumble. "Fine with me, but just realize this won't happen every night."
And so ended my first day with Draco Raisher.
Disclaimer: I don't own zoids, but I do own Ridayah, Draco Raisher, this storyline, and any other person or creature or anything that isn't recognized. I should also mention that this is after they won the Royal Cup, but the Backdraft Group resurfaced shortly after, unfortunately.
The sun had gone down hours ago but Ridayah was still at it. He had plans to be an ultimate but all he could ever do was simple jobs. This had tortured him his entire life because zoids were his life. He could repair, do maintenance, and assembly, but when it came to piloting a zoid he was lucky it didn't explode within ten seconds.
Ridayah was building a zoid of his own but it didn't do him any good so far. All he had encountered was error after error after missing part after missing part after lack of funds. It was still a hassle to look at him working feverishly to finish it and not tell him to give it up.
The one thing that had been a success so far was its bio-mechanical control system. It was not happy with being unable to move, since it was linked to a computer and was housed in a little white box.
But now he had refused to let anyone into his hanger and stopped working on other people's zoids. He was convinced he had almost all the necessary parts and modifications for it, but getting them together was the hard part. All that he needed was a ground/air model. He tried straight ground; that failed. He tried aquatic; that model was unable to support its own weight. He had even tried a straight air, which was not his preference; fortunately for him, that one failed as well. He hated water/land combos, so if this didn't work, he was screwed.
* * *
I was almost finished. It would be my masterpiece. All it needed now was the biomechanical system to act as its brain. I had developed the biomechanical system myself. I told no one though about my alterations. I found if I implanted a layer of it underneath my armor, it would re-grow the lost metal when electricity was coursed through it and it had contact with sand. So I had first built a large sand pool for parts to be dipped into, even the whole assemblage if necessary.
But that was the past. I went for the "brain" and crawled up into the mechanic's hold. I had streamlined every surface, even on the interior. I pressed in my access code, and a hatch beneath the control panel was opened. I carefully slid in the white box and waited.
After a few minutes I felt a rumble. The zoid's power system was online now. I had designed this zoid to be perfect for me, learning from my prior mistakes. I learned how I needed to set up the controls after my air one. I had used common controls and they had been wrong in far too many ways, causing it to explode before I took it for a test run.
Not that it mattered. I slid down the front left foreclaw and pulled away all the umbilical cords for the zoid. I felt, rather that heard, the zoid move behind me. I looked up into its eyes and I realized the system recognized me. It gave my shoulder a nudge.
"Hey! You be careful with me now. I don't think anyone knows how complex you are or how to handle your controls, so be gentle," I said slightly scolding it.
This was my only possible model that could work. Ground/Air crosses were my favorite, and this was a model example.
"Will you let me in the cockpit?" I asked of it.
It immediately lowered its head and opened the cockpit. I was glad that it was so well able to understand me. Nothing had ever done that before.
"Let's head out of the hanger, shall we? I don't think I have been out since that party a month and a half ago. And we should let you stretch your muscles, as it were," I told the system.
I thought about how cool it was now that I finally had a working zoid. Now all I needed was a team to work for and experience.
Now we were outside the hanger. I was watching the system's reaction to the outdoors. It was picking up its front paws and looking at them, inspecting the dust and small plants attached to the bottom.
"Don't worry, that is the ground. It won't hurt you," I said to it. I heard a low rumbling growl escape from it.
"You know, I can't keep calling you system, now can I? Let's think of a name. How about Draco Raisher?"
There was a loud rumble of approval. He liked the name.
We walked out a little farther to test out his abilities. He ran to a nearby bluff with a waterfall and plants nearby. Draco ran there.
I guess I should describe what Draco looks like. He was about 23 meters long, and about 13 high. He had four legs, two in front and two in back, with a set of wings along the back. He had a wingspan of about 57 meters, and were mostly made using an energy barrier when needed for flight. The wings themselves were neatly tucked along his back. Draco had a tail, which accounted for 9 of the 23 meters of length.
Now on to his offensive and defensive capabilities. He had pair of missile launchers at the base of his tail, a pulse cannon in his tail along with a sniper rifle attachment. There were two rotating machine guns mounted above the cockpit's eyes, and had a 20 mm hybrid cannon in his mouth. Draco also had three attacks. They were strike laser claw, fire blast, which let lose a large spread tongue of super hot fire, and sonic rush, which was the ability to travel faster than sound. Draco also had a cloaking shield, energy shield, ion boosters, and a hologram emitter.
Draco's coloring was white all over, except for his eyes, which were silver, and a light black ridge that ran from the tip of the nose to the tip of its tail. The energy that formed the filler for his wings was neon purple. All in all, one cool looking, capable zoid.
"Draco, use strike laser claw on the boulder over there," I told Draco.
There was an affirmative growl, and I was beginning to understand him. He ran up while his claws started glowing in a silver color. I yelled out "Strike laser claw!" and he landed on the far side of the boulder. We turned around just in time to see the boulder slide in two, a flat cut showing on either piece.
"That was so awesome!"
"Let's see how fast we can go."
Draco was now feeling up to a challenge and ran to and from the base numerous times, breaking the sound barrier once or twice when he used the boosters. We blasted an old, empty mining village using the cannons and guns, then destroyed what was left using the Fire Blast.
"Ya ready to try flyin?" I asked Draco.
I guess he was even more eager than I was. He opened his wings and took off at an incredible speed. He flew circles and loop-the-loops and other tricks like it was his home medium. We were up for about an hour when I noticed the sun coming up.
"Come on bud. Let's go back. I don't want to reveal you just yet and I'm exhausted," I whined to Draco. He seemed to accept that, because I feel asleep in the cockpit.
I work up around 3 p.m. and decided to register Draco.
I brought up the ZBC network and went to "register new zoid." "Zoid Name?" I put in Draco Raisher. "Team?" Dragon. "Zoid Draco Raisher invalid. Please validate." Well, Let's see. Zoid Type = Flying Dragon, Height x length x width = 13 meters x 23 meters x 6 meters, weight = 137 tons, Default attacks = Strike Laser Claw, Fire Blast, Sonic Rush, extra notes = uses a biomechanical operating system with a half-living armor system.
I went to the 'Submit Button' and clicked. "Does this zoid warrior wish to battle as a mercenary?" I said yes. It wouldn't hurt to have some experience before I made a real team.
"Zoid registration for Mercenary Ridayah and Draco Raisher certified. Code number will be 93651. Your registration module should arrive shortly in a judge capsule. Thank you and have a nice day!" Said a mechanical voice.
I then turned off the system and heard a large BOOM outside and ran to greet what must be the judge.
"Here is two registration modules. If there is ever a problem with them contact ZBC headquarters and notify them of your problem. Thank you and have a nice day. Please move back at least 100 feet before I leave so as to prevent injury," Said the Judge.
"Thank you!" I yelled as he took off. "Hope he heard me."
I walked back into the hanger and saw Draco curled into a ball form looking at me. He let out a small weak roar, asking me to come over to him.
"What's up?"
Then the cockpit opened and I figured out what he wanted. "You want me to sleep in the cockpit tonight, don't you?" There was an affirmative rumble. "Fine with me, but just realize this won't happen every night."
And so ended my first day with Draco Raisher.