This is an authorized spin-off, starring some of my characters from the original Anizoids fic by Wolfkcing, so some of the material depends on having read at least half of that fic(which was around when this one was made). But it's an excellent fic and the author's brilliant, so it's well worth a read.
SHIVA
Prologue
Another day, another battle won. This Zoid team was laughably pathetic. To the point Shiva began to wonder if the ZBC was letting just anyone into Class S these days. The purple-haired girl turned her gaze to where James and Cooper were sitting counting their share of the prize money. Axel silently piloted the whale king the team used to get around and paid no attention to the others. Sighing, Shiva got up and went to her room, locking the door behind her.
Shiva's room contained the basics: a bed, a closet, a dresser, and a full- body mirror, along with a door leading to her own bathroom. On her bed sat a black box labeled "R.U.", and atop it lay the sleeping form of what looked like a holographic monitor lizard, Shiva's trusted anizoid and pet. The digital reptile opened one of its eyes and flicked out its long forked tongue, pleased to see its owner. Shiva was the only person it was ever tame around. To everyone else it often acted feral or unruly.
Shiva walked past the anizoid and turned towards her reflection in the mirror. She had on her usual loose red shirt that was the color of blood, along with baggy black cargo pants that were held in place by a studded leather belt. She also wore her black boots with the metal plating on the toe parts, black fingerless gloves, and a loose black leather jacket that had the sleeves torn off, exposing her pale, slender arms. Her face was pale - hell, probably her whole body; not that she really cared anyway. Her fierce green eyes maintained their angry, determined look, and her purple hair reached down to her chin on one side, while her bangs draped forward like scythes. None of her clothes fit her properly, considering her entire wardrobe consisted of dark, masculine clothing that tended to give her a masculine appearance that she'd been aiming for, as there wasn't much she could do as her face still had that definite female look to it that was often accompanied by her trademark scowl. Being feminine was never something Shiva was interested in, for reasons that often only she found logical. All to the point she had long-since abandoned her real name and took on the nickname she and the Zoid pilots she had defeated knew all too well...