First off, I'd like to Thank Fiction Lord for his great ideas for this
story, for which the main character comes from. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Zoids or it's characters. I only own the idea for this fic and most of the made-up characters. Fiction Lord provided several ideas, which I will add. The Zoid, Titansauor and the character Jester Zackwell are his ideas and not mine.
"..." Speech, ... Thought, *...* Zoid speaking, (A/N...) Authors Notes
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Chapter 1- On the Dessert Sands
Somewhere in the dessert, a single Zoid walks across the sand, its giant size weighted its two legs to make a thundering sound with each step. Anyone who saw this Black and white dinosaur Zoid would freeze in either awe or fear. It was a Zoid unlike any other. It was a Titansauor. Heavily armed with a Particle Beam cannon mounted on it's back a pod of 80x micro missiles along it's side, and three razor sharp claws at the end of both of it's VERY long arms. They were strong enough to slice steel as though it was melted butter. The Zoids Glowing red eyes scanned the horizon for anything that sparked it's interest, but it saw only sand in all directions. It will be a few more hours before the Titansauor reached its destination.
Inside the cockpit, sat a lone pilot. His name was Jester Zackwell. Many would consider him a cold-hearted fighter due to the fact that he was easily irritated. He was dark and moody, all the markings of a dangerous man. But aside from that, much was unknown about him. Even from himself. Much of his past was clouded. He hardly remembers his childhood, or where he grew up. The only memory that was clear to him was that he was the son of a great Zoid pilot. But again, he can't remember who.
"Titansauor. What's our ETA?"
He asked his Zoid with his British accent. To which the Zoid replied
* At current speed, ETA to destination.. 3 hours and 34 minutes.*
"Too long."
Jester said simply as he pulled on a control throttle,
"Let's speed things up."
The Titansauor soon began running, it staggered at first, but then the sand under its feet was kicked up in dust. Despite the Zoids size, it was remarkably fast, almost as fast a Lightning Siax. (A/N "Almost" mind you.) Jester felt the G-forces push him into the command chair as his Zoid raced along the ground under him. Adrenaline rushed throughout his body at nearly the same rate.
Their destination was a small outpost in the northern sector. A man known as General Marcus Gramm, asked for his assistance. Jester didn't like the idea of being a mercenary, but he'll put up with his disappointment if it meant he could earn whatever money he needed, be it to buy food, or parts, he didn't care. As long as he didn't go broke.
"That's it. ETA?"
*ETA 1 hour and 5 minutes.*
"Close enough, time to slow down."
Pulling back on the throttle, the Titansauor quickly slowed down, however, the sands made stopping quite difficult. Titansauors feet began to skid across the shifting surface. Jester quickly pulled a control lever and Titansauors long spiked tail dug into the sand behind it, acting as an anchor. The tactic worked. The spikes in the ground slowed the Zoid to a stop. Jester had learn to do this when he and Titansauor were on icy peaks of mountains. The Zoid lost it's footing on a solid patch of ice and Jester had to use the tail to keep the Zoid from falling off a cliff. Since then, he's used this trick every time he needed Titansauor to stop.
Just ahead was the outpost he was told to reach. It had several hangers for Zoids, barracks for troops as well as watchtowers and command post. It'll be here Jester will find General Gramm.
"Halt. Identify yourself."
A voice said in Jesters comm-link. A GunSniper was standing guard, and had its weapons bared at the Titansauor.
"You've reached a restricted area. Unless you identify yourself, I'll be forced to fire."
"Don't threaten me."
Jester called back, his finger gently touching the trigger for his weapons.
"I am Jester Zackwell. Ordered by General Gramm to report to him at this location."
The GunSniper only stood there, as though deciding weather or not to accept what Jester has told him. Finally after several minutes of silence, the GunSniper pilot said.
"Very well. You have clearance to enter. Forgive my interference."
The GunSniper stood aside and the metal gates opened behind it. Jester would've laughed at the security here. A single GunSniper would've died in one salvo attack if Jester choose to fire. And the metal gate was designed to keep troopers out, not Zoids. The Titansauor could have trampled over it as though it were nothing but harmless sticks. But aside from that, Jester piloted his Zoid trough the gates and entered the compound.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Well? Questions? Comments? Sorry if it seemed short, but I'm trying to get an idea going in my head. Hopefully it'll get better soon.
Remember, the Zoid Titansauor and it's pilot Jester Zackwell belong to Fiction Lord, and not me. He gave me permission to use them.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Zoids or it's characters. I only own the idea for this fic and most of the made-up characters. Fiction Lord provided several ideas, which I will add. The Zoid, Titansauor and the character Jester Zackwell are his ideas and not mine.
"..." Speech, ... Thought, *...* Zoid speaking, (A/N...) Authors Notes
-----------------------------------
Chapter 1- On the Dessert Sands
Somewhere in the dessert, a single Zoid walks across the sand, its giant size weighted its two legs to make a thundering sound with each step. Anyone who saw this Black and white dinosaur Zoid would freeze in either awe or fear. It was a Zoid unlike any other. It was a Titansauor. Heavily armed with a Particle Beam cannon mounted on it's back a pod of 80x micro missiles along it's side, and three razor sharp claws at the end of both of it's VERY long arms. They were strong enough to slice steel as though it was melted butter. The Zoids Glowing red eyes scanned the horizon for anything that sparked it's interest, but it saw only sand in all directions. It will be a few more hours before the Titansauor reached its destination.
Inside the cockpit, sat a lone pilot. His name was Jester Zackwell. Many would consider him a cold-hearted fighter due to the fact that he was easily irritated. He was dark and moody, all the markings of a dangerous man. But aside from that, much was unknown about him. Even from himself. Much of his past was clouded. He hardly remembers his childhood, or where he grew up. The only memory that was clear to him was that he was the son of a great Zoid pilot. But again, he can't remember who.
"Titansauor. What's our ETA?"
He asked his Zoid with his British accent. To which the Zoid replied
* At current speed, ETA to destination.. 3 hours and 34 minutes.*
"Too long."
Jester said simply as he pulled on a control throttle,
"Let's speed things up."
The Titansauor soon began running, it staggered at first, but then the sand under its feet was kicked up in dust. Despite the Zoids size, it was remarkably fast, almost as fast a Lightning Siax. (A/N "Almost" mind you.) Jester felt the G-forces push him into the command chair as his Zoid raced along the ground under him. Adrenaline rushed throughout his body at nearly the same rate.
Their destination was a small outpost in the northern sector. A man known as General Marcus Gramm, asked for his assistance. Jester didn't like the idea of being a mercenary, but he'll put up with his disappointment if it meant he could earn whatever money he needed, be it to buy food, or parts, he didn't care. As long as he didn't go broke.
"That's it. ETA?"
*ETA 1 hour and 5 minutes.*
"Close enough, time to slow down."
Pulling back on the throttle, the Titansauor quickly slowed down, however, the sands made stopping quite difficult. Titansauors feet began to skid across the shifting surface. Jester quickly pulled a control lever and Titansauors long spiked tail dug into the sand behind it, acting as an anchor. The tactic worked. The spikes in the ground slowed the Zoid to a stop. Jester had learn to do this when he and Titansauor were on icy peaks of mountains. The Zoid lost it's footing on a solid patch of ice and Jester had to use the tail to keep the Zoid from falling off a cliff. Since then, he's used this trick every time he needed Titansauor to stop.
Just ahead was the outpost he was told to reach. It had several hangers for Zoids, barracks for troops as well as watchtowers and command post. It'll be here Jester will find General Gramm.
"Halt. Identify yourself."
A voice said in Jesters comm-link. A GunSniper was standing guard, and had its weapons bared at the Titansauor.
"You've reached a restricted area. Unless you identify yourself, I'll be forced to fire."
"Don't threaten me."
Jester called back, his finger gently touching the trigger for his weapons.
"I am Jester Zackwell. Ordered by General Gramm to report to him at this location."
The GunSniper only stood there, as though deciding weather or not to accept what Jester has told him. Finally after several minutes of silence, the GunSniper pilot said.
"Very well. You have clearance to enter. Forgive my interference."
The GunSniper stood aside and the metal gates opened behind it. Jester would've laughed at the security here. A single GunSniper would've died in one salvo attack if Jester choose to fire. And the metal gate was designed to keep troopers out, not Zoids. The Titansauor could have trampled over it as though it were nothing but harmless sticks. But aside from that, Jester piloted his Zoid trough the gates and entered the compound.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Well? Questions? Comments? Sorry if it seemed short, but I'm trying to get an idea going in my head. Hopefully it'll get better soon.
Remember, the Zoid Titansauor and it's pilot Jester Zackwell belong to Fiction Lord, and not me. He gave me permission to use them.
Until Next Time ^_^
Theo~