I'm going to attempt a Wolf's rain Zoids Crossover so I am sorry if this turns out to be a dud.

I own neither "Zoids" nor do I own "Wolf's Rain".

Oh and yes there will be another character that will in fact be the main character so get over your little fantasies of me writing something with out a character of my own design.

'Thinking'

-Talking to other wolves and animals while not in wolf form. (So humans can't hear of course)-

"Talking to other wolves and animals in wolf's form"

"Talking in general weather to other wolves, animals, or humans. (Obviously so humans can hear)"

KIBA

"Where the hell am I?" Wondered Kiba aloud as he stood up looking around in confusion. He had woken up in a vast sand blown desert his head was pounding and he felt as if he was going to lose his, non-existent, lunch. "Where am I, and where are the others?" He said still wondering aloud. That's when he remembered what had gone on. They had died all of them; Tsume, Toboe, Hige, Blue, and Cheza.

As he thought of his lost companions he remembered the way each of them died. How Toboe was shot down protecting the humans he loved, how Blue bled to death at the hands of that low down noble, the way Hige asked Tsume to put him out of his misery, Tsume he recalled was struck down by the same damn noble while fighting along side him, and Cheza she had wilted before Paradise could be truly opened.

He walked on reliving everything he and his pack had gone through from the day they met to the day they died. The nightmares that he endured with his friends rushed back to him until he could take it any more. He broke out in an all out sprint trying to escape the horrors of his memories. Faster and faster he ran as if speed alone would carry him away from the pain his memories brought him.

"Why? Why did this happen? It wasn't supposed to turn out like this! Weren't we supposed to unlock Paradise? Is that not the way it was supposed to work out? I don't understand!" Kiba yelled in utter despair. He desperately wanted to die then and there. He didn't care where he was or how he got there. He just wanted to be with his friends to see their faces and hear their voices and right now that meant he had to die. Unfortunately for Kiba his wolfs pride wouldn't let him end his own life. 'The others died for a cause to kill my self would be to spit on their names.' Thought Kiba before he finally realized that he was still running.

"Damn it all." He growled. It was really hot out and he had no shade to protect him from the heat. 'I guess I should take it easy on the running.' Reasoned Kiba as he slowed down to a walk.

He kept heading in the same direction he had started off in. About two hours later he was still walking and still all he saw was sand. 'I'm going to pass out if I don't find some cover soon.' Finally he saw a bush. He walked up and discovered it to be, in-fact, not a bush at all but a small tree. He crawled under it and laying down in its welcomed shade he fell asleep letting the darkness of slumber take him temporarily away from his troubles.

The Fourth Battalion

'It's really hot out today. I hope the Zoids don't overheat.' Thought Major Schubaltz to himself as his battalion crossed the desert just south of Red River. The temperature inside the cockpit was an uncomfortable eighty seven degrees (F) outside the cockpit though was a completely different story. Schubaltz couldn't even bring himself to look at the out side temperature all he knew about it was you could, most likely, fry an egg on the sand and possibly your boots.

"Colonel Schubaltz sir with the increasing heat I recommend we set up camp for the day and continue on when it cools off." McCormen's face popped up on the video screen.

"Good idea. It is getting hot out isn't it?" Responded the colonel. "Send word to the others we'll be stopping as soon as we reach the dumps." (A/N: The dumps is a place I go riding next to when I go to the desert.) They reached the dumps without a hitch and set up camp. Seeing as how it was extremely hot instead if talking and enjoying the break like they normally would everyone sat as far away from each other as possible while still underneath the shade of their tarps and lay down trying to make a little movement as possible.

It turned out that it didn't cool off until the sun began to set so instead of packing everything up and then unpacking it because it was too dark to go anywhere they just stayed where they were and decided to move out in the morning. They made dinner ate and then went to sleep leaving the first watch out to make sure something doesn't crawl of some bush and try to kill them.

The smell of the food was picked up by the winds and was carried over the

desert. Taunting anything that had an unsuccessful hunt that day. Which was pretty much everything. Many creatures came close enough to realize that the delicious smell of food was surrounded by the scent of weapons and men.

None of the starving animals particularly cared for guns or being blown up

(Most living things don't) and moved on to find more… attainable… prey. One creature on the other hand knew the dangers of the weapons that surrounded it but was too hungry to care. Carefully the figure made its way through the camp. Bypassing they place which seeped most of the wonderful scent straight towards where all the uncooked food was. With out a sound the animal managed to spill the uncooked wonders on the ground and began to eat its heart out. Eventually there was nothing left and the figure moved on with a full belly.

"What the hell happened to all of our food!" Exclaimed an astounded Schubaltz when he walked out to find that every thing edible had disappeared.

"I don't know Sir. When I woke up this morning there was nothing but trash left. Except for what was in the trash." Reported McCorman in a rather disappointed tone.

"Well if we get going now we could make it to Red River by the end of the afternoon. We can eat then." Sighed Colonel Schubaltz he knew that it would be another hot day and didn't want to add to the unpleasantness by not eating anything for breakfast. Unfortunately they didn't have much of a choice so they packed up and headed out hoping that they would get to their base soon.

Kiba

Kiba woke up the next morning with is stomach rumbling so loud he was surprised that no birds were flying away for fear of the noise. He got out from the tree and walked in the same direction as before. His head seemed to be swimming in incomprehensible thoughts. He tried to shake the unpleasant feeling but when it didn't go away he just gave up and walked on in silence.

In must have been his mind trying to decipher his thoughts but for some reason he was so out of it that he did not realize that he was walking right next to a campsite. Nor did he sense that there were people awake and moving around in said camp. That is until one of those people stepped into his path.

"Are you lost kid?" Asked a tall man wearing a uniform of some design with blonde hair that was gelled, or something, so that it stuck straight up.

Kiba looked at the man for a bit before deciding that there was no point in running away or killing him. "Yeah I guess you can say that."

"Where are you from? I am assuming not from anywhere near here." The man was looking at Kiba as if he wasn't sure what to think.

"You're right I'm not from around here." Kiba wasn't exactly sure what to tell him other than that and was getting a really un comfortable feeling about this whole thing.

"Okay. So where are you from then?" Pressed the soldier.

Still unsure about what to make of this whole thing Kiba replied. "Everywhere I guess. The last place I remember being had a lot more snow." Kiba kind of looked around and as if indicating the lack of the icy substance around them.

"I see. What's your name kid?" The soldier seemed to have made up his mind about him. Which Kiba wasn't so sure was a good thing.

"Kiba." He replied looking up at the clear blue sky. How he wished he could just keep walking until he found something to eat but by the bay the yellow haired soldier looked at him Kiba knew that wasn't going to be happening any time soon.

"Ah, I see. So Kiba if you don't mind telling me, what exactly are you doing all the way out here?" The soldier looked calm, smelled calm too, but Kiba kept sensing something was going to happen.

"I don't really know," Kiba looked at the ground, "being lost I guess." The soldier eyed Kiba. "You don't believe me do you?"

"The only precise answer you gave me was your name and the way you're acting I'm not even sure I can trust you told me the truth about that." The soldier walked up to Kiba. "Turn around and out your hands behind your back. You're under arrest until you can prove to me that you aren't a spy." Kiba obliged, once again, not seeing the point in trying to make what could have been an easy escape.

Kiba was led to what appeared to be a large box with bars on one side. "A portable cell." Sighed Kiba shaking his head. 'Grate I'm going to be penned up like a dog. Oh well if I want to go I guess I could just break out of it.' Kiba sat in the Porto-cell for about ten minuets before his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a while. Apparently he wasn't the only one who heard his bellies complaints for a teal haired soldier walked over and stared at him.

"You sound hungry." Smiled the soldier good humouredly.

"Yeah." Replied giving a half hearted smile.

"When was the last time you ate anything?" Asked the man when Kiba's stomach growled even louder and longer than before.

"Uh… a couple weeks ago… I think." Kiba's stomach was now snarling for food.

"What say we get him some food then?" The blonde man was back and he clapped a friendly hand on the other's back.

"Yes, Sir, Captain Hermann Sir." Replied the soldier as he rushed of to bring some food.

"You could have mentioned that you hadn't eaten in a while." Sighed Hermann shaking his head slightly.

"I guess I kind of forgot about it." Kiba shrugged. 'At least this guy cares about his prisoners.' The green haired guy came back with a really big sandwich of some kind and a large glass of water.

"I don't know how you can forget about that but okay." Hermann said shrugging.

"Here. Its not the best but it's food." The man said as he handed the glass and sandwich to Kiba through the bars.

"Thanks." Kiba responded to the soldier's kindness. They sat there watching Kiba as he ate. It gave Kiba the creeps. 'What is with them? Do they think I'm going to escape using the bread or something?'

Once he finished eating he stared at them. Finally, the green haired man broke the silence. "Is that enough?"

"Yeah." Kiba looked behind them and saw that the rest of the group was packing up the tents preparing to leave.

"We'll be leaving soon for our base." Stated Hermann when he saw Kiba watching his men packing. Kiba just nodded in reply.

The Fourth Battalion

Needless to say the day hadn't started off grate fir Schubaltz and his men but it did get better. They got to their base just in time for lunch, which Schubaltz's men attacked rabidly, and they were given the rest of the day to do whatever they felt like.

"Well today could have gone worse. Don't you think so Colonel?" McCorman asked cheerfully.

"It could have. So what have you been up to lieutenant?" Replied Schubaltz laughing slightly at McCorman's attitude towards things.

"Nothing really important. Mainly thinking about what kind of animal got into our food." The lieutenant stretched a little bit before laughing.

"Well what ever it was it deserved the food it got. Even I have a hard time opening that damn container." They both began to laugh. That was one of the good things about McCorman he was easy to joke around with.

"So what's the plan for tomorrow?" McCorman looked at his colonel out of the corner of his eye.

"We're having another staring contest with Capitan Hermann's battalion." Sighed Schubaltz shaking his head. 'Surely there was something more useful Proven could have us doing. Instead of setting up another fight against the Republicans.'

McCorman seemed to pick up on the colonel's thoughts. "There are worse things Karl. Let it go. You can walk and no one was killed. Today was a good day if tomorrow is different at least we got today off." McCorman clapped a reassuring hand on his back and walked off.

Hermann & Schubaltz the next morning

The next morning the two battalions faced each other the same way they did the day the bridge was blown. Nerves were high. Nobody wanted a repeat of last time. Hermann and Schubaltz both took one step forward in their zoids and got out.

"Good morning Colonel how have you been lately?" Hermann greeted friendly enough.

"Okay I guess and yourself?" Replied Schubaltz.

"Grate actually. So I hope we won't have any problems today." Hermann knew the last time wasn't started by the Republicans but he also had a sneaking suspicion Schubaltz didn't know that was going to happen either.

"So do I." Schubaltz glanced around for a second. "I don't see the blue liger any where is the pilot not with you any more?"

Hermann stifled a laugh. "He had some other business to take care of." Hermann then realized he had forgotten one really important thing. "I hope you don't mind but I won't be here the whole day. I forgot I was supposed to talk with somebody."

This peaked the colonel's interest. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way but the person you're leaving to talk to he wouldn't happen to be an Imperialist would he?"

"You know I'm not sure. We caught him in the middle of the desert. He wasn't wearing a uniform. We asked him where he was from but basically told us he was a wanderer." Hermann shrugged indicating his frustration.

"Sounds like an interesting person to me." Replied Schubaltz. It looked like Hermann was about to say good bye when one of his soldiers jumped out of his Command Wolf and ran over to him.

"Capitan Hermann sir." The soldier appeared to be looking for words.

"Yes," Prompted Hermann, "Oh by the way this is Lieutenant Jake O'Connell."

"Good to know." Smiled Schubaltz.

"It's Kiba, Sir." O'Connell said waiting to see if he remembered the name.

"What about him?" Asked Hermann even though he already knew the answer.

"It appears that he's escaped." O'Connell seemed slightly nervous.

"What…how?" Hermann turned his full attention towards the lieutenant.

"He… um… it seems that he broke the bars on his cell." O'Connell looked at the ground as if it were his fault Kiba had broken free.

"He… broke… the bars." Hermann's mouth fell open in astonishment. 'Those cells were made of stainless steel. We just put them in! He broke them. No. There is no way he broke those bars. No, there was some mistake, there is no way he broke them.'

"Was that the guy you were going to talk to?" Asked an equally shocked Schubaltz.

"Yeah. The same guy." Hermann clenched his fists and turned to face O'Connell.

"Go take five people and look for him he couldn't have gone far."

I know I only introduced Kiba in this chapter I'm sorry. In the next chapter we find out who ate all of Karl's food (It's not who you think it is.) and a few other things turn up as well. I hope you liked it.

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