I decided not to add Adam Taurus. Also, Ami Flugal is not making any more
appearances.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids.
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Bit and Leena's wedding day dawned bright and early. In the Taurus Base, the Blitz Team was dashing around, trying to prepare, and greet the wedding guests. Terrace and Kathalee were trying to find their lightsabers, practicaly dismantling the base in their search. Bit couldn't remember where he put his robe. "I'm sure you'll find the robe before the ceremony is due to start, Bit," Leena told him by way of calming her husband-to-be. She had already found hers, by her bed. Jamie was fussing over how hard it was to cook the delicacies from the main galaxy that Terrace had smuggled in. Nerf, traladon ribs, and tuber stew were just some of the items on the menu for the feast. All too soon, the guests had arrived, Bit had found his robe, and Terrace and Kathalee had found their lightsabers. Everyone had gathered outside the hangar, where the altar had been placed. Together, Bit and Leena walked towards the altar, arm in arm. Bit's robe was gray, yet looked silver. It had black trimming. Leena was wearing a white, shimmering robe with baby-blue trimmings. She was also wearing a small tiara. When they reached the altar, they got on opposite sides, turned toward each other, kneeled, and clasped hands over it. Now came the tricky part. They intoned together: "We are here today to be joined in marriage. From this day onward, we shall be as one. Two bodies, one soul. Yes, we love each other beyond all else in this world. Yes, we will be completely faithful to each other under all circumstances. Yes, death can part us, but can not end our love. It is our fondest wish that we will be blessed with children, that our seed will live on. From this moment, we are now Bit Scott Cloud and Leena Taurus Cloud forever and ever." They recited the lines perfectly and without hesitation. And with that, they kissed for the required time. The guests all cheered, even those at home, for a T.V. news crew was on hand to witness the ceremony. Then the celebration started. A party came first, where there were plenty of snacks to scarf. The ceremony had been at 10 a.m. At 3 p.m., everyone went into the hangar to watch the sword fight. Once they had all arranged themselves around the hangar, the door to the main base opened. There stood Terrace and Kathalee, clothed in Jedi garments, and blindfolded. The two lightsabers of each one were clipped to their belts. Without a word, they walked towards the center of the hangar and turned toward each other, pulling out their lightsabers as well. With a snap-hiss, the lightsabers came alive: a gold one and a silver one for Terrace, and a purple and a white one for Kathalee. The speaker came alive, ~Ready? FIGHT!~ With that, the two Jedi went into their most furious practice session yet. It required immense concentration, perfectionism, and a deep love of the art of deuling itself. Within moments, the crowd was mesmerized. No one noticed when the speaker announced how much time had elapsed, not even when it reached twenty minutes. The prestige of weddings was partially determined by how far over ten minutes a fight lasted. The current record was twenty-seven minutes, thirty-four seconds. They had a lot of work to do. Within themselves, they had found an enormous reserve of energy each. On and on they parried, sprung into the air, blocked, stabbed, until their reserves of energy were depleted entirely. They stumbled, and fell down, sounding a buzzer that shook everyone out of their trances. The final time was announced; one hour, fifty-one minutes, and forty-five seconds. The crowd was stunned at the duration of the fight. And they had done it blindfolded. This was shaping up to be a very prestigous wedding indeed. It was lucky they had lasted so long, for the feast was set to start at 5 p.m., and the guests were not known for patience when it came to food. As the guests and the couple sat down at the table, Urdik came with the food. Everyone's mouth was watering as they saw the suculent feast that had been prepared by Jamie. As a stream of babble broke out and after most of the food had been eaten, the nuptual pair snuck off to be alone. As they sat down in the Rec-room, their attention turned to each other. Bit gazed into his new wife's eyes, saying, "So this is what it's like, being married. I can't wait to see the look on Harry's face when he finds out. I'll bet you five dollars that his jaw will drop to the floor, literally." He broke off when Leena started giggling. "You're on! And about getting better aquainted..." Bit accepted the invitation and kissed her. Leena felt her life energy draw up into the kiss until nothing existed but barely perceptible movements of Bit's mouth. She flattened her hands on his shoulders. His legs shifted toward her. All perception vanished but the taste of her husband's breath. Her pulse quickened in her ears. They broke off, gasping for breath. They heard a sound. Doc was there. "It's now 7 p.m., aren't you going to your room now?" "We've been kissing for almost an HOUR?!" was all Leena strangled out. Doc nodded. "The guests have all gone home now, so you can bet they'll tell their friends they were at the best wedding ever." Bit gave Leena a look, and the two scurried off to their room.
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Bit was lying on his bed, clutching Leena. Both had undressed for this: the consumating of the marriage. They had already completed one act of lovemaking; the condom lay on the floor. Leena shifted in her husband's arms. "That hurt at first." "I didn't mean to hurt you, honey." "I know. Let's finish the tradition now." At this, they made love again, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Three months later...
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The Blitz Team knew that it was only a matter of time before Harry showed up, trying, once again, to win Leena's love. It would be then that they would break the news to the snob, mostly because of the bet Bit and Leena had made on their wedding night. So when Terrace's Jedi senses tingled while he was doing maintenance on the Simba, he knew Harry was coming. He muttered an extremely obscene Huttese curse, plus another in Rodian. He had hoped to finish work on his Zoid, then relax in the spa they had just installed. For a moment, Terrace allowed himself to remember the features it had come with for humans: zero-gee massagers, ozone chambers, effluvial rinses, and many other options. For Wookiees, it had a grooming chamber of the highest quality. Walking towards the door, Terrace stopped. He sensed that Mary was with Harry, as well as two older people that he guessed were Harry's parents. He dashed towards the Rec-room at top speed, where Bit, Leena, Brad, Jaimie, Leon, and Naomi were playing cards. They all looked at him as he came in, sweaty and scared. "H-h-harry's coming with his parents!" "WHAT!?" they all asked, incredulous. Terrace regained his cool and walked over to a side table, where he kept his blaster and holster. He buckled the gunman's rig on, and lead them to the hangar. Harry was already there, with a gun strapped to his thigh. "Ah, my angel! So prompt! I would like you to meet my parents, John and Abigal Champ. We are here to discuss the prospect of matrimony between you and me," Harry without a moment's hesitation upon seeing the magenta-haired woman. Her violet eyes went wide in shock: he didn't know she was married to Bit! Harry mistook her expression for one of admiration, "Mother, Father, this is my darling soulmate; Leena!" Bit was getting fed up with Harry's antics, so he said, "Look here, jerk! Leena has become my wife! I don't know who you think you are, but to me, you're just a ... just a..." and finished with a nasty word used for the lowest class of street walker. "Leena, is this true?" She nodded. Terrace wispered in Brad's ear, "Bit Cloud: one, Harry Champ: zero." Harry's jaw dropped to the floor, making a small thump sound. When he recovered, he challenged Bit to a death duel. Terrace stepped in, offering to be Harry's challenger instead. As Harry knew the young man was Bit's best friend, he accepted. "Just before we start, Harry, I want it to be a speeddraw contest instead," Terrace offered, Harry nodding his approval, thinking that if he couldn't kill Bit, he would gladly kill Bit's friend. "Ready? DRAW!" Their speeddraw mechanics were very different. Harry's incorporated movements of shoulders and knees, a slight dipping, a partial twist. Terrace's was ruthless economy, an explosion of every nerve and muscle that moved his right arm alone. When the blaster bolt slammed into his shoulder, Harry's overwhelming reaction was suprise; some part of him had believed in his luck to the end. His own draw only begun, his shot went into the floor. He spun half around, in shock, smelling the stench of his own charred flesh. The pain of the wound started an instant later. A second bolt from the cautious Terrace struck his forearm and Harry's gun dropped. The other members of the Champ family were dumbfounded: they couldn't even see Terrace's speeddraw, much less follow it. The Force adept leveled his blaster at them, indicating clearly what he would do if they didn't do as he said. "Take Harry to get medical treatment for his wounds, and never come back here again." They complied immediatly, Harry throwing a mean look at the man who defeated him. "That goes for you, too, Harry." Harry cursed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids.
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Bit and Leena's wedding day dawned bright and early. In the Taurus Base, the Blitz Team was dashing around, trying to prepare, and greet the wedding guests. Terrace and Kathalee were trying to find their lightsabers, practicaly dismantling the base in their search. Bit couldn't remember where he put his robe. "I'm sure you'll find the robe before the ceremony is due to start, Bit," Leena told him by way of calming her husband-to-be. She had already found hers, by her bed. Jamie was fussing over how hard it was to cook the delicacies from the main galaxy that Terrace had smuggled in. Nerf, traladon ribs, and tuber stew were just some of the items on the menu for the feast. All too soon, the guests had arrived, Bit had found his robe, and Terrace and Kathalee had found their lightsabers. Everyone had gathered outside the hangar, where the altar had been placed. Together, Bit and Leena walked towards the altar, arm in arm. Bit's robe was gray, yet looked silver. It had black trimming. Leena was wearing a white, shimmering robe with baby-blue trimmings. She was also wearing a small tiara. When they reached the altar, they got on opposite sides, turned toward each other, kneeled, and clasped hands over it. Now came the tricky part. They intoned together: "We are here today to be joined in marriage. From this day onward, we shall be as one. Two bodies, one soul. Yes, we love each other beyond all else in this world. Yes, we will be completely faithful to each other under all circumstances. Yes, death can part us, but can not end our love. It is our fondest wish that we will be blessed with children, that our seed will live on. From this moment, we are now Bit Scott Cloud and Leena Taurus Cloud forever and ever." They recited the lines perfectly and without hesitation. And with that, they kissed for the required time. The guests all cheered, even those at home, for a T.V. news crew was on hand to witness the ceremony. Then the celebration started. A party came first, where there were plenty of snacks to scarf. The ceremony had been at 10 a.m. At 3 p.m., everyone went into the hangar to watch the sword fight. Once they had all arranged themselves around the hangar, the door to the main base opened. There stood Terrace and Kathalee, clothed in Jedi garments, and blindfolded. The two lightsabers of each one were clipped to their belts. Without a word, they walked towards the center of the hangar and turned toward each other, pulling out their lightsabers as well. With a snap-hiss, the lightsabers came alive: a gold one and a silver one for Terrace, and a purple and a white one for Kathalee. The speaker came alive, ~Ready? FIGHT!~ With that, the two Jedi went into their most furious practice session yet. It required immense concentration, perfectionism, and a deep love of the art of deuling itself. Within moments, the crowd was mesmerized. No one noticed when the speaker announced how much time had elapsed, not even when it reached twenty minutes. The prestige of weddings was partially determined by how far over ten minutes a fight lasted. The current record was twenty-seven minutes, thirty-four seconds. They had a lot of work to do. Within themselves, they had found an enormous reserve of energy each. On and on they parried, sprung into the air, blocked, stabbed, until their reserves of energy were depleted entirely. They stumbled, and fell down, sounding a buzzer that shook everyone out of their trances. The final time was announced; one hour, fifty-one minutes, and forty-five seconds. The crowd was stunned at the duration of the fight. And they had done it blindfolded. This was shaping up to be a very prestigous wedding indeed. It was lucky they had lasted so long, for the feast was set to start at 5 p.m., and the guests were not known for patience when it came to food. As the guests and the couple sat down at the table, Urdik came with the food. Everyone's mouth was watering as they saw the suculent feast that had been prepared by Jamie. As a stream of babble broke out and after most of the food had been eaten, the nuptual pair snuck off to be alone. As they sat down in the Rec-room, their attention turned to each other. Bit gazed into his new wife's eyes, saying, "So this is what it's like, being married. I can't wait to see the look on Harry's face when he finds out. I'll bet you five dollars that his jaw will drop to the floor, literally." He broke off when Leena started giggling. "You're on! And about getting better aquainted..." Bit accepted the invitation and kissed her. Leena felt her life energy draw up into the kiss until nothing existed but barely perceptible movements of Bit's mouth. She flattened her hands on his shoulders. His legs shifted toward her. All perception vanished but the taste of her husband's breath. Her pulse quickened in her ears. They broke off, gasping for breath. They heard a sound. Doc was there. "It's now 7 p.m., aren't you going to your room now?" "We've been kissing for almost an HOUR?!" was all Leena strangled out. Doc nodded. "The guests have all gone home now, so you can bet they'll tell their friends they were at the best wedding ever." Bit gave Leena a look, and the two scurried off to their room.
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Bit was lying on his bed, clutching Leena. Both had undressed for this: the consumating of the marriage. They had already completed one act of lovemaking; the condom lay on the floor. Leena shifted in her husband's arms. "That hurt at first." "I didn't mean to hurt you, honey." "I know. Let's finish the tradition now." At this, they made love again, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Three months later...
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The Blitz Team knew that it was only a matter of time before Harry showed up, trying, once again, to win Leena's love. It would be then that they would break the news to the snob, mostly because of the bet Bit and Leena had made on their wedding night. So when Terrace's Jedi senses tingled while he was doing maintenance on the Simba, he knew Harry was coming. He muttered an extremely obscene Huttese curse, plus another in Rodian. He had hoped to finish work on his Zoid, then relax in the spa they had just installed. For a moment, Terrace allowed himself to remember the features it had come with for humans: zero-gee massagers, ozone chambers, effluvial rinses, and many other options. For Wookiees, it had a grooming chamber of the highest quality. Walking towards the door, Terrace stopped. He sensed that Mary was with Harry, as well as two older people that he guessed were Harry's parents. He dashed towards the Rec-room at top speed, where Bit, Leena, Brad, Jaimie, Leon, and Naomi were playing cards. They all looked at him as he came in, sweaty and scared. "H-h-harry's coming with his parents!" "WHAT!?" they all asked, incredulous. Terrace regained his cool and walked over to a side table, where he kept his blaster and holster. He buckled the gunman's rig on, and lead them to the hangar. Harry was already there, with a gun strapped to his thigh. "Ah, my angel! So prompt! I would like you to meet my parents, John and Abigal Champ. We are here to discuss the prospect of matrimony between you and me," Harry without a moment's hesitation upon seeing the magenta-haired woman. Her violet eyes went wide in shock: he didn't know she was married to Bit! Harry mistook her expression for one of admiration, "Mother, Father, this is my darling soulmate; Leena!" Bit was getting fed up with Harry's antics, so he said, "Look here, jerk! Leena has become my wife! I don't know who you think you are, but to me, you're just a ... just a..." and finished with a nasty word used for the lowest class of street walker. "Leena, is this true?" She nodded. Terrace wispered in Brad's ear, "Bit Cloud: one, Harry Champ: zero." Harry's jaw dropped to the floor, making a small thump sound. When he recovered, he challenged Bit to a death duel. Terrace stepped in, offering to be Harry's challenger instead. As Harry knew the young man was Bit's best friend, he accepted. "Just before we start, Harry, I want it to be a speeddraw contest instead," Terrace offered, Harry nodding his approval, thinking that if he couldn't kill Bit, he would gladly kill Bit's friend. "Ready? DRAW!" Their speeddraw mechanics were very different. Harry's incorporated movements of shoulders and knees, a slight dipping, a partial twist. Terrace's was ruthless economy, an explosion of every nerve and muscle that moved his right arm alone. When the blaster bolt slammed into his shoulder, Harry's overwhelming reaction was suprise; some part of him had believed in his luck to the end. His own draw only begun, his shot went into the floor. He spun half around, in shock, smelling the stench of his own charred flesh. The pain of the wound started an instant later. A second bolt from the cautious Terrace struck his forearm and Harry's gun dropped. The other members of the Champ family were dumbfounded: they couldn't even see Terrace's speeddraw, much less follow it. The Force adept leveled his blaster at them, indicating clearly what he would do if they didn't do as he said. "Take Harry to get medical treatment for his wounds, and never come back here again." They complied immediatly, Harry throwing a mean look at the man who defeated him. "That goes for you, too, Harry." Harry cursed.