Fanfic, She Wrote
by Bluestar
Disclaimer: Heavy Gear does not belong to me, neither do the characters from its animated series. Please don't sue, I'm currently saving up for the HG DVDs!
Author's Notes: Dedicated to all my friends on Gear Jammin', most of whom make appearances in this fic :)
Synopsis: The Dragons encounter something deadlier that the Vanguard - a fic writers convention!
Creet stood with his arms crossed behind the gates to the Dragon's base. "Where were you? You were due . . ." he began as the gates opened, then stopped in amazement at the state of the Dragons' Gears.
The Red Rover was covered in soot and scorch marks, as if it had gone several rounds with a Flame Jäger. Zerve's one-legged Crush Bucket was leaning on a headless Buzz Womp. Sweet Venom had so many bullet holes in it that it was a miracle it was still upright. Even as he looked at it, the Gear slowly fell over and Sonja climbed out with a look of annoyance. The Bonzai Basher sported a dozen vibrosword cuts on its main torso. Even the Warhawk seemed a little worse for wear, its V-engine making ominous creaking noises.
"What happened?" snapped Creet, astonished. "Was this the Vanguard? Desert raiders?"
The hatches opened on the five remaining Gears, and the pilots blinked in the sunlight. "Worse," Marcus said gloomily.
"Worse?"
"Fanfic writers, man," Zerve told him. "They were waiting for us just after we stepped through the gates."
The other pilots nodded agreement. "It appeared to be a writer's convention," Tachi said. "But I think we identified some of them."
Creet went cold. "What happened?"
"Well, as soon as we got through the gate we ran into an AI Ferret that wanted to play tag," Marcus said. "I think Slazer had something to do with that."
"Then somebody in a winged Gear challenged us to a six-on-one fight. That smelled like Nightblade's dirty work," Dirx added.
"That was after a whole load of hovering magnetic mines started chasing us," Sonja contributed. "Could've been either Dipstick or Damien. It's hard to tell."
"It is likely that the city was Mayhem's handiwork," Tachi said. "The inhabitants did not seem to like us." He gestured to the sword marks on his Gear in explanation.
"And I really don't want to talk about the whole alternate reality thing," Dirx said firmly.
"Sweet_Venom," Sebastian explained. "However, I do not believe that was as bad as the multi-universe crossover we ended up in. Scans indicated that Bluestar was manipulating the story at that point."
"Man, don't remind me," Zerve said with a shudder. "That many anime characters is not a positive thing."
"Yeah, but I don't think any of us were all that worried when the cheerleaders were blown up," Marcus said, eliciting a chorus of agreement from the rest of the Dragons.
"That one had Dipstick's fingerprints all over it," commented Tachi.
"It is highly probable. Though the prototype Gears may have belonged to someone else."
"Dirxy?" Zerve suggested.
"Who, me?"
"Not you, man, the writer."
Creet shook his head. "I don't know if the insurance covers fanfic writers," he said in annoyance. "Get back to the hangar and see if you can fix your Gears."
As the Dragons trudged towards the hangar, soft laughter could be heard in the compound. But there was nobody there . . . or was there?
by Bluestar
Disclaimer: Heavy Gear does not belong to me, neither do the characters from its animated series. Please don't sue, I'm currently saving up for the HG DVDs!
Author's Notes: Dedicated to all my friends on Gear Jammin', most of whom make appearances in this fic :)
Synopsis: The Dragons encounter something deadlier that the Vanguard - a fic writers convention!
Creet stood with his arms crossed behind the gates to the Dragon's base. "Where were you? You were due . . ." he began as the gates opened, then stopped in amazement at the state of the Dragons' Gears.
The Red Rover was covered in soot and scorch marks, as if it had gone several rounds with a Flame Jäger. Zerve's one-legged Crush Bucket was leaning on a headless Buzz Womp. Sweet Venom had so many bullet holes in it that it was a miracle it was still upright. Even as he looked at it, the Gear slowly fell over and Sonja climbed out with a look of annoyance. The Bonzai Basher sported a dozen vibrosword cuts on its main torso. Even the Warhawk seemed a little worse for wear, its V-engine making ominous creaking noises.
"What happened?" snapped Creet, astonished. "Was this the Vanguard? Desert raiders?"
The hatches opened on the five remaining Gears, and the pilots blinked in the sunlight. "Worse," Marcus said gloomily.
"Worse?"
"Fanfic writers, man," Zerve told him. "They were waiting for us just after we stepped through the gates."
The other pilots nodded agreement. "It appeared to be a writer's convention," Tachi said. "But I think we identified some of them."
Creet went cold. "What happened?"
"Well, as soon as we got through the gate we ran into an AI Ferret that wanted to play tag," Marcus said. "I think Slazer had something to do with that."
"Then somebody in a winged Gear challenged us to a six-on-one fight. That smelled like Nightblade's dirty work," Dirx added.
"That was after a whole load of hovering magnetic mines started chasing us," Sonja contributed. "Could've been either Dipstick or Damien. It's hard to tell."
"It is likely that the city was Mayhem's handiwork," Tachi said. "The inhabitants did not seem to like us." He gestured to the sword marks on his Gear in explanation.
"And I really don't want to talk about the whole alternate reality thing," Dirx said firmly.
"Sweet_Venom," Sebastian explained. "However, I do not believe that was as bad as the multi-universe crossover we ended up in. Scans indicated that Bluestar was manipulating the story at that point."
"Man, don't remind me," Zerve said with a shudder. "That many anime characters is not a positive thing."
"Yeah, but I don't think any of us were all that worried when the cheerleaders were blown up," Marcus said, eliciting a chorus of agreement from the rest of the Dragons.
"That one had Dipstick's fingerprints all over it," commented Tachi.
"It is highly probable. Though the prototype Gears may have belonged to someone else."
"Dirxy?" Zerve suggested.
"Who, me?"
"Not you, man, the writer."
Creet shook his head. "I don't know if the insurance covers fanfic writers," he said in annoyance. "Get back to the hangar and see if you can fix your Gears."
As the Dragons trudged towards the hangar, soft laughter could be heard in the compound. But there was nobody there . . . or was there?