Writing and (most) characters © Jon Burke (me) 2003. Zoids is property Tomy, Hasbro, Cartoon Network, and whoever else that might lay claim to it that isn't me, 'cause I don't lay any claim to it.
The Boy from Planet Earth
Prologue
The field was filled to the brim. Overflowing. Zoids as far as anyone could see, provided they were actually looking that far. The din of destruction permeated the landscape as Shield Ligers smashed into Rev Raptors; as Redlers and Storm Sworders filled the sky in a darkening haze.
This was a random, inconsequential event; commonplace on this planet. The Neo Backdraft War was a plague, destroying the people of Zi... and Zi itself.
Fall Back.
Before the start of the Neo Backdraft War, the Zoids Battle Commission thrived. The Blitz Team's victory over Vega Obscura in the Royal Cup tournament marked a Golden Age for the ZBC. They were able to freely run their sanctioned battles, with no interference. The Backdraft Group crumbled.
But it was not meant to be.
A new team surfaces. 'Angel'. They take the ZBC by storm, winning every battle, destroying every opponent they face. Maybe it was because of...
"This battle is over!" the metallic voice filled the ears of all the pilots that still stood. "The winners of the Royal Cup are... 'Angel'!"
A roar. A victory roar, at that. A very familiar one; it sent chills down most peoples' spines.
The Berserk Fuhrer.
After winning the Royal Cup Tournament, the head of 'Angel' revealed his identity. People had suspected it, but never truly believed it.
"It can't be him..." they said.
But it was.
Vega Obscura spearheaded an upheaval that rocked the planet. In a matter of years, the Neo Backdraft had wiped out nearly half of the ZBC, and had destroyed most of Zi while doing so. All military action against the terror ended in failure. There was no stopping the coming destruction.
But the War ended. Bit Cloud was discovered dead, and the Liger Zero was hidden from the public eye. The Berserk Fuhrer was found, disabled and abandoned. It went the way of the Zero. Vega Obscura was declared by the ZBC to have been killed, and the fighting came to a staggering halt.
Advance.
The Planet still suffered, however. Zealots with influence were not ready to see the Backdraft die again. Fighting picked up, but was crushed under the new-found might of the Battle Commission. They had discovered a unique Zoid Core. One that had been tucked away into the innermost regions of the planet. The Death Saurer was alive once again.
Eventually, people moved on. Most left their Zoids for scrap, and the sanctioned battles halted. No one wanted anything to do with these... things. Humans need a release. A scapegoat. Blame the Zoids, they thought. And it worked. The people were happy again.
Some weren't so eager to give up. People were to blame, not Zoids. They held onto their companions, and started fighting again. Not warring... battling. Like it used to be. The Zoids Battle Commission was needed once more.
And they rose to the need.
ZBC Central, the heart of the Battle Commission, was rebuilt. People could once again register and battle. But there were still those who did not wish for this to take place.
Small villages sprouted all over the planet once people began to settle again. Once the wake of the destruction dissipated. Many of the villagers shunned Zoids. In these towns, it was common for children to not even know what a Zoid was.
Zi was slowly healing herself, and so were her people.