Author's note: After a long time spent not updating Chaos Renewed, I decided that I'd at least like to be putting some kind of content up here. So, after much deliberation (read: none whatsoever) I decided I'd try posting a series of drabbles. This is not something I've ever done before, and it's something I find a bit difficult, cramming a coherent story into just 100 words. I fully expect many of them to be somewhat low-par, so bear with me. With that, here's the first of them.
Sitting inside the cramped one-zoid hangar, the grey Shield Liger mirrored its surroundings. It was an old, beaten zoid, with peeling paint and dulling metal. A thick layer of dust covered its entire body, and its armor was bare in many places. Even the restraints holding it in place were beginning to rust.
There was a loud clang, followed by the hangar door opening for the first time in decades. Bright light flooded the room. The Liger saw a silhouette standing in the doorway, and then a voice.
"It's time to go to work."
The Liger roared in agreement.
