S.D.: Hello, I'm Steam Detective, and this is my side kick Knuckles The
Echidna. Knuckles: Don't they know who you are already? S.D.: Probably not
I've only done two fics before this and I deleted the first and my second
was in the video game section. Ahem. I do not own Zoids in any for
whatsoever except for having a few of the models which decorate the area
around my computer as I type. Anyway enjoy the story and please review, no
flames please.
Fugitive
Chapter 1: Battle Hardened
Littering the ground of a dark moonless desert night lay the remains of at least ten Command Wolves, all torn to pieces, legs ripped off, cockpits smashed, all of them either shot up, cut to pieces or sliced in half. The last of the group wandered slowly, carefully, looking for something it couldn't see, but knew was there. Only at the last minute did the wolf and it's pilot see the streak of yellow come crashing down on it's cockpit, destroying the wolf and instantly killing the pilot. He was the last to be destroyed and with him dead there were no survivors.
Although it was dark with almost no light the unmistakable silhouette of the Liger Zero was easy to identify even with it's new black armor. All that could be clearly made out were it's glowing red eyes and it's claws still pulsing with energy. Inside the cockpit sat Bit Cloud. This Bit, however, was not the one most had come to recognize, his hair had become very shaggy, he obviously hadn't shaved in a while and his eyes were missing the playful enthusiastic spark they had once held and in there place was a cold, desolate void. He was wearing a black jacket with a red stripe on each sleeve and one on each side of the jackets zipper. He whore a blue shirt underneath the jacket along with a pistol, and whore blue genes with black boots and a knife strapped to his right leg. He did however still have his old gloves, but that was all that was left of his former image. "Good work Liger, doesn't look like they'll be getting up anytime soon" he said in a cold voice which now had lost all warmth. Liger Zero then turned around and walked away with neither it nor it's pilot looking back at the damage they had caused.
The police arrived sometime in the early afternoon and immediately began combing over the site.
Officer 1: Damn, this's the third one he's hit this month and it's only the seventh. Sergeant: "What do you expect, after everything else he's done this shouldn't come as any sort of surprise". Lieutenant: "What makes you think it was Bit Cloud, if its not it wouldn't be the first time someone tried to use him as an alibi". Sergeant: "Look around Lieutenant, see those marks on a bunch of the wolves? Well the only thing that can do that is a Strike Laser Claw and only two zoids have that, Liger Zero and the Shadow Fox and this doesn't look like a Fox's handy work". Officer 1: "I don't know, the Fox's pilot's awful shady". Sergeant: "You mean Hunter? Naw, couldn't be him, he may be a drunken bar fighter but he doesn't do stuff like this and besides I've seen tons of attacks like this one and the attack patterns that seem to've been used are ones Cloud uses". Lieutenant: "Yeah I guess you're right, sorry but it's become a habit for me to look the other way first, my kid still sees Cloud as a hero and doesn't like to be told anything else and he's not the only one". Officer 1: "We know, that's one of the reasons why he's still at large is because the community knows him personally and most still remember him as the under dog who beat the Back Draft and won the Royal Cup". Lieutenant: "You think people would be a little less ready to support him considering almost no one ever survives his attacks" he said pointing to officers loading bloody and mangled corpses into body bags. Officer 1: "They're all criminals, whether it's a crime or not, people don't really care". Officer off in distance: "Hey how bout' a hand over here?" Officer 1: "Well, duty calls".
In his old gray, rusted jeep Brad Hunter was heading for the nearest town, specifically the town bar, as fast as the old piece of junk would go. Now nearing the end of his mid-thirties Brad looked pretty much the same as always, his hair was just as shaggy as ever but shorter now only just passing his neck. Although his sunglasses obscured it, he now had several wrinkles under his eyes, mostly from stress, and had a small beard on his chin. He was wearing a yellow shirt with a black vest over it long with black pants, he still did have that blue jem hanging around his neck but otherwise he had discarded his old wardrobe.
Pulling into the small parking lot in front of an old rectangular bar he attracted few looks, everyone was pretty used to the site of him at that point. Brad received the same result walking into the bar turning only a few heads as he casually walked in and sat at the counter next to a man with shaggy blond hair. Brad: "You take some big risks sitting in a bar in the middle of the day considering you're a wanted man and all". Bit: "You know everyone here couldn't care less and the guys who could I can knock on their asses". Brad took off his glasses and as the bartender gave him a bottle of beer. Brad: "I guess when ya got nothing to lose ya don't really care what happens". Bit: "You got it, speaking of stuff to lose, how's Naomi and the kids". Brad: "Naomi's just fine and the twins are still a handful, they get into all sorts of trouble and we couldn't tell them apart if Jason didn't have that birthmark on his cheek, but what can anyone expect from six-year olds". Leon: "Not much". Bit: "Hey Leon". Brad: "Hey, what's up". Leon, who had just walked in sat down on the other side of Bit. Leon: "Nothing much, how bout' you guys?" Brad: "Can't complain". Bit: "I'm not dead or in jail so fine I guess". Leon was, like Brad, in his mid- thirties and still had the same old hair cut. He wore a red sleeved shirt with a navy blue jacket with the sleeves rolled up over it and kaki pants. The only noticeable difference was that his face was beginning to resemble his father's. Brad: "How's your solo career?" Leon: "Not bad, but that's the only thing going okay. Some stupid young punks are trying to use the Blitz Team as their name even though I've got a copy write on it." Bit: (in an annoyed tone) "Bastard punks." Leon: "So Bit, you still on your attacking people faze, I hear you took out about twelve Command Wolves last night." Brad: "What?! Again? Damn it Bit, you do this so often they hardly mention this in the news anymore, not to mention the bounty on your head's gettin' bigger." Bit: "These attacks aren't random ya know, this isn't just petty vandalism, besides who cares about that stupid bounty anyway?" Leon: "By the looks of it they do". Bit turned his head to the door to see four men walk in. Bit: (under his breath) "God damn it!"
Bit and Brad quickly finished the beers they had been drinking and stood up, Leon quickly joined them. The four men all had scraggly hair except for one who was bold; each was wearing white shirts, black jackets and jeans and had the same sinister drunken smirk on their faces. Bold Thug: "You Bit?" Bit: "Depends." Bold thug: "We're here to collect the bounty on your head, make this easy on yourself and come quietly". The thug made a grab for Bit but he grabbed the guy's wrist and then punched him in between the eyes. The other thugs jumped in to help but so did Brad and Leon. Everyone in the bar just watched while the guys who were close just backed up and the bartender grabbed everything breakable off the counter near the fight. The bold thug Bit had punched reeled back then came back at Bit ready to hit him in the face, however it didn't work. Bit quickly grabbed the guy's neck then forced his upper body down as he kneed the guy in the stomach and then brought his elbow crashing into his neck. Another thug came at him with a knife. Bit drew the knife at his hip and knocked the other guy's knife out of his hand and then punched him in the nose still holding the knife. He quickly kicked the first guy back into the thug that had just attacked him, sending them both to the floor. Leon blocked the other guy punching him in the gut then upper cutting him in the chin, when the moron came at him again; Leon grabbed his arm and then put his hand in the thug's stomach and threw him onto a table which quickly broke. The last guy fell quickly against Brad as he punched him an the side of the head, broke the beer bottle he had been holding and slashed the thug across the eyes with it and kicked him in the face, sending him to the floor screaming and clutching his bleeding face.
Leon walked up to the bar tender and gave him money for the table he broke. Leon: "Here's your money and I'll take one for the road." Brad: "Me too." Bit didn't bother getting another drink, he never had more than two or three beers, he figured wanted men couldn't afford to get hammered. As the three of them left everyone got back to business as usual, there were always people after Bit and all of them had gotten used to some idiots coming to claim the reward. The bartender really didn't care. Bit and the others always paid for everything they broke so he was constantly getting new things and because Bit was wanted and couldn't risk having a tab he always paid immediately and so did his friends. He then went about his usual business, taking out two beers opening them stomping on the guy who was screaming on the floor to knock him out and then pouring beer into each of there mouths and a little on their shirts. He then called the police and alerted them of four drunks who had started and lost a fight in his bar.
Bit, Brad and Leon left the bar and went there separate ways. Leon wasn't the type to drink and drive and if Brad got arrested Naomi would have a fit so they stayed, Bit had other things to do so no one left the town. Just as all three of them left a young man, apparently in his early thirties, stepped in front of the bar they had just left. He had spiky black hair, was wearing a black sleeved shirt with a green vest over it, brown pants and pilots boots. Jamie: "So this is the town Bit hangs out in, definitely looks like a place he'd be."
S.D.: Well that's all you get for one chapter. Knuckles: Isn't that kind of a cheat? S.D.: No, I can only write so much for the first chapter, if I keep going into the story I'll give too much away and if I just add I'll trail off. Knuckles: Like you're doing now? S.D.: Yes like I'm doing n... Hey! Why you!
PLEASE READ. LEE POR FAVOR Please review I'd appreciate some ideas and suggestions you know more detail less detail this should happen. Can't guarantee I'll use it but still. And please don't be rude.
Fugitive
Chapter 1: Battle Hardened
Littering the ground of a dark moonless desert night lay the remains of at least ten Command Wolves, all torn to pieces, legs ripped off, cockpits smashed, all of them either shot up, cut to pieces or sliced in half. The last of the group wandered slowly, carefully, looking for something it couldn't see, but knew was there. Only at the last minute did the wolf and it's pilot see the streak of yellow come crashing down on it's cockpit, destroying the wolf and instantly killing the pilot. He was the last to be destroyed and with him dead there were no survivors.
Although it was dark with almost no light the unmistakable silhouette of the Liger Zero was easy to identify even with it's new black armor. All that could be clearly made out were it's glowing red eyes and it's claws still pulsing with energy. Inside the cockpit sat Bit Cloud. This Bit, however, was not the one most had come to recognize, his hair had become very shaggy, he obviously hadn't shaved in a while and his eyes were missing the playful enthusiastic spark they had once held and in there place was a cold, desolate void. He was wearing a black jacket with a red stripe on each sleeve and one on each side of the jackets zipper. He whore a blue shirt underneath the jacket along with a pistol, and whore blue genes with black boots and a knife strapped to his right leg. He did however still have his old gloves, but that was all that was left of his former image. "Good work Liger, doesn't look like they'll be getting up anytime soon" he said in a cold voice which now had lost all warmth. Liger Zero then turned around and walked away with neither it nor it's pilot looking back at the damage they had caused.
The police arrived sometime in the early afternoon and immediately began combing over the site.
Officer 1: Damn, this's the third one he's hit this month and it's only the seventh. Sergeant: "What do you expect, after everything else he's done this shouldn't come as any sort of surprise". Lieutenant: "What makes you think it was Bit Cloud, if its not it wouldn't be the first time someone tried to use him as an alibi". Sergeant: "Look around Lieutenant, see those marks on a bunch of the wolves? Well the only thing that can do that is a Strike Laser Claw and only two zoids have that, Liger Zero and the Shadow Fox and this doesn't look like a Fox's handy work". Officer 1: "I don't know, the Fox's pilot's awful shady". Sergeant: "You mean Hunter? Naw, couldn't be him, he may be a drunken bar fighter but he doesn't do stuff like this and besides I've seen tons of attacks like this one and the attack patterns that seem to've been used are ones Cloud uses". Lieutenant: "Yeah I guess you're right, sorry but it's become a habit for me to look the other way first, my kid still sees Cloud as a hero and doesn't like to be told anything else and he's not the only one". Officer 1: "We know, that's one of the reasons why he's still at large is because the community knows him personally and most still remember him as the under dog who beat the Back Draft and won the Royal Cup". Lieutenant: "You think people would be a little less ready to support him considering almost no one ever survives his attacks" he said pointing to officers loading bloody and mangled corpses into body bags. Officer 1: "They're all criminals, whether it's a crime or not, people don't really care". Officer off in distance: "Hey how bout' a hand over here?" Officer 1: "Well, duty calls".
In his old gray, rusted jeep Brad Hunter was heading for the nearest town, specifically the town bar, as fast as the old piece of junk would go. Now nearing the end of his mid-thirties Brad looked pretty much the same as always, his hair was just as shaggy as ever but shorter now only just passing his neck. Although his sunglasses obscured it, he now had several wrinkles under his eyes, mostly from stress, and had a small beard on his chin. He was wearing a yellow shirt with a black vest over it long with black pants, he still did have that blue jem hanging around his neck but otherwise he had discarded his old wardrobe.
Pulling into the small parking lot in front of an old rectangular bar he attracted few looks, everyone was pretty used to the site of him at that point. Brad received the same result walking into the bar turning only a few heads as he casually walked in and sat at the counter next to a man with shaggy blond hair. Brad: "You take some big risks sitting in a bar in the middle of the day considering you're a wanted man and all". Bit: "You know everyone here couldn't care less and the guys who could I can knock on their asses". Brad took off his glasses and as the bartender gave him a bottle of beer. Brad: "I guess when ya got nothing to lose ya don't really care what happens". Bit: "You got it, speaking of stuff to lose, how's Naomi and the kids". Brad: "Naomi's just fine and the twins are still a handful, they get into all sorts of trouble and we couldn't tell them apart if Jason didn't have that birthmark on his cheek, but what can anyone expect from six-year olds". Leon: "Not much". Bit: "Hey Leon". Brad: "Hey, what's up". Leon, who had just walked in sat down on the other side of Bit. Leon: "Nothing much, how bout' you guys?" Brad: "Can't complain". Bit: "I'm not dead or in jail so fine I guess". Leon was, like Brad, in his mid- thirties and still had the same old hair cut. He wore a red sleeved shirt with a navy blue jacket with the sleeves rolled up over it and kaki pants. The only noticeable difference was that his face was beginning to resemble his father's. Brad: "How's your solo career?" Leon: "Not bad, but that's the only thing going okay. Some stupid young punks are trying to use the Blitz Team as their name even though I've got a copy write on it." Bit: (in an annoyed tone) "Bastard punks." Leon: "So Bit, you still on your attacking people faze, I hear you took out about twelve Command Wolves last night." Brad: "What?! Again? Damn it Bit, you do this so often they hardly mention this in the news anymore, not to mention the bounty on your head's gettin' bigger." Bit: "These attacks aren't random ya know, this isn't just petty vandalism, besides who cares about that stupid bounty anyway?" Leon: "By the looks of it they do". Bit turned his head to the door to see four men walk in. Bit: (under his breath) "God damn it!"
Bit and Brad quickly finished the beers they had been drinking and stood up, Leon quickly joined them. The four men all had scraggly hair except for one who was bold; each was wearing white shirts, black jackets and jeans and had the same sinister drunken smirk on their faces. Bold Thug: "You Bit?" Bit: "Depends." Bold thug: "We're here to collect the bounty on your head, make this easy on yourself and come quietly". The thug made a grab for Bit but he grabbed the guy's wrist and then punched him in between the eyes. The other thugs jumped in to help but so did Brad and Leon. Everyone in the bar just watched while the guys who were close just backed up and the bartender grabbed everything breakable off the counter near the fight. The bold thug Bit had punched reeled back then came back at Bit ready to hit him in the face, however it didn't work. Bit quickly grabbed the guy's neck then forced his upper body down as he kneed the guy in the stomach and then brought his elbow crashing into his neck. Another thug came at him with a knife. Bit drew the knife at his hip and knocked the other guy's knife out of his hand and then punched him in the nose still holding the knife. He quickly kicked the first guy back into the thug that had just attacked him, sending them both to the floor. Leon blocked the other guy punching him in the gut then upper cutting him in the chin, when the moron came at him again; Leon grabbed his arm and then put his hand in the thug's stomach and threw him onto a table which quickly broke. The last guy fell quickly against Brad as he punched him an the side of the head, broke the beer bottle he had been holding and slashed the thug across the eyes with it and kicked him in the face, sending him to the floor screaming and clutching his bleeding face.
Leon walked up to the bar tender and gave him money for the table he broke. Leon: "Here's your money and I'll take one for the road." Brad: "Me too." Bit didn't bother getting another drink, he never had more than two or three beers, he figured wanted men couldn't afford to get hammered. As the three of them left everyone got back to business as usual, there were always people after Bit and all of them had gotten used to some idiots coming to claim the reward. The bartender really didn't care. Bit and the others always paid for everything they broke so he was constantly getting new things and because Bit was wanted and couldn't risk having a tab he always paid immediately and so did his friends. He then went about his usual business, taking out two beers opening them stomping on the guy who was screaming on the floor to knock him out and then pouring beer into each of there mouths and a little on their shirts. He then called the police and alerted them of four drunks who had started and lost a fight in his bar.
Bit, Brad and Leon left the bar and went there separate ways. Leon wasn't the type to drink and drive and if Brad got arrested Naomi would have a fit so they stayed, Bit had other things to do so no one left the town. Just as all three of them left a young man, apparently in his early thirties, stepped in front of the bar they had just left. He had spiky black hair, was wearing a black sleeved shirt with a green vest over it, brown pants and pilots boots. Jamie: "So this is the town Bit hangs out in, definitely looks like a place he'd be."
S.D.: Well that's all you get for one chapter. Knuckles: Isn't that kind of a cheat? S.D.: No, I can only write so much for the first chapter, if I keep going into the story I'll give too much away and if I just add I'll trail off. Knuckles: Like you're doing now? S.D.: Yes like I'm doing n... Hey! Why you!
PLEASE READ. LEE POR FAVOR Please review I'd appreciate some ideas and suggestions you know more detail less detail this should happen. Can't guarantee I'll use it but still. And please don't be rude.