Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids. However, the Backdraft's experiment is a
part of my imagination. In no way was it actually created by those
wonderful Zoid people.
A.N: Okay, since my other fic is going like crap, I decided I'd write this! ^.^ I think this is going to come out much better! Er, and I'm writing this based upon the old wars on Zi. Only this time around the Backdraft would be the Empire and Zoid Battle Commission would be the Republic.
PG-13, for things to come. Mainly blood and mild language.
Ever notice that the Count seemed to give in to easily at the end of NC/0. I think there's more to the Backdraft.. But maybe that's just me.
"It's been a month since the Royal Cup and the Backdraft's defeat. But the Backdraft that fought in the Royal Cup and headed the way in unsanctioned battles was nothing like the real thing."
Backdraft's very secret hidden headquarters that I can't tell the location of!
"Come back here!" A small dark shadow flitted through the trees. It ran fast through the forest, a blur of black in the dark night. So close. So close. It could feel it.
"We have to find it! If that thing escapes and the ZBC finds out we're all good as dead!" The voice's owner stomped through the trees as he ran, flashlight in hand. His breathing was heavy and it was all he do to keep running. For a whole hour they had been chasing that thing.
The creature continued to race through the thick trees, it's life was riding on it's escape. It could almost smell the freedom as it neared the high walls that surrounded the base. With barely an effort of any kind it leaped up onto a high up tree branch. It then proceeded to climb the tree in a way that would have put monkeys to shame. It's speed and agility far out matching that of any human or animal. The only thing that could possibly best it would be a Zoid. Climbing as high as the thin branches would allow, the creature scooted to the edge of the limb.
"Find it! Find it now! If the boss finds out we'll be dead before the ZBC gets us!" Another man tromped through the trees on the other side of the base. They had 30 men out on guard that night and the creature had still managed to slip by.
The creature blinked it's pale red eyes and jumped upwards. Realizing it wouldn't make the jump the creature reached out it's arms and grabbed onto the wire using it to push itself back over the wall. As it passed over the barbed wire fence the creatures back scraped down against the sharp steel points. Landing on the ground with both feet the creature took off running again ignoring the stinging sensation now creeping into it's hands and back. Pain, this was no pain compared to what the Backdraft had put it through. It was home free and nothing would stop it.
The men returned to the base three hours later, ragged and bone dead weary. They'd been running and chasing and searching hopelessly for half the night. "Sir, it's gone." The leader of the outside guardsmen spoke up, afraid of what was to come.
"Of course it's gone. That creature far outmatches us in every asset of being human. And now that it's learned to think freely there is no stopping it." The lead guardsmen was quite taken aback at his master's response. He'd been expecting some serious punishment for letting the creature get away. "You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal."
"Sir?" His master's words were puzzling him. What was he talking about? A smooth criminal? Wasn't that just some silly song? He shrugged it off, it was best not to question or go against his lord.
"Just don't let the other one get away."
"Yessir!" The man saluted and walked out the door, glad to be away from the glaring eye of his master. He sighed and breathed deep, it seemed he would live from his mistake. He walked all the way back to his quarters and readied himself for a nice shower to relax his muscles. Whistling to himself the man wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into the shower. "Why hello, K-" His words were cut off as four long black claws found their way through his twisted heart. He slumped to the floor in a shower of blood, his words nothing but a gurgle of deep red liquid. His attacker jumped down onto him and scurried out, licking it's claws.
End of prologue thingy! Real chapter should be out tomorrow or Friday! ^.^ Err, anyone know the name of the city the Blitz team was in when Vega beat Bit and Jack at that video game? It's one of the few episodes I didn't get recorded so I can't go back and check.
A.N: Okay, since my other fic is going like crap, I decided I'd write this! ^.^ I think this is going to come out much better! Er, and I'm writing this based upon the old wars on Zi. Only this time around the Backdraft would be the Empire and Zoid Battle Commission would be the Republic.
PG-13, for things to come. Mainly blood and mild language.
Ever notice that the Count seemed to give in to easily at the end of NC/0. I think there's more to the Backdraft.. But maybe that's just me.
"It's been a month since the Royal Cup and the Backdraft's defeat. But the Backdraft that fought in the Royal Cup and headed the way in unsanctioned battles was nothing like the real thing."
Backdraft's very secret hidden headquarters that I can't tell the location of!
"Come back here!" A small dark shadow flitted through the trees. It ran fast through the forest, a blur of black in the dark night. So close. So close. It could feel it.
"We have to find it! If that thing escapes and the ZBC finds out we're all good as dead!" The voice's owner stomped through the trees as he ran, flashlight in hand. His breathing was heavy and it was all he do to keep running. For a whole hour they had been chasing that thing.
The creature continued to race through the thick trees, it's life was riding on it's escape. It could almost smell the freedom as it neared the high walls that surrounded the base. With barely an effort of any kind it leaped up onto a high up tree branch. It then proceeded to climb the tree in a way that would have put monkeys to shame. It's speed and agility far out matching that of any human or animal. The only thing that could possibly best it would be a Zoid. Climbing as high as the thin branches would allow, the creature scooted to the edge of the limb.
"Find it! Find it now! If the boss finds out we'll be dead before the ZBC gets us!" Another man tromped through the trees on the other side of the base. They had 30 men out on guard that night and the creature had still managed to slip by.
The creature blinked it's pale red eyes and jumped upwards. Realizing it wouldn't make the jump the creature reached out it's arms and grabbed onto the wire using it to push itself back over the wall. As it passed over the barbed wire fence the creatures back scraped down against the sharp steel points. Landing on the ground with both feet the creature took off running again ignoring the stinging sensation now creeping into it's hands and back. Pain, this was no pain compared to what the Backdraft had put it through. It was home free and nothing would stop it.
The men returned to the base three hours later, ragged and bone dead weary. They'd been running and chasing and searching hopelessly for half the night. "Sir, it's gone." The leader of the outside guardsmen spoke up, afraid of what was to come.
"Of course it's gone. That creature far outmatches us in every asset of being human. And now that it's learned to think freely there is no stopping it." The lead guardsmen was quite taken aback at his master's response. He'd been expecting some serious punishment for letting the creature get away. "You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal."
"Sir?" His master's words were puzzling him. What was he talking about? A smooth criminal? Wasn't that just some silly song? He shrugged it off, it was best not to question or go against his lord.
"Just don't let the other one get away."
"Yessir!" The man saluted and walked out the door, glad to be away from the glaring eye of his master. He sighed and breathed deep, it seemed he would live from his mistake. He walked all the way back to his quarters and readied himself for a nice shower to relax his muscles. Whistling to himself the man wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into the shower. "Why hello, K-" His words were cut off as four long black claws found their way through his twisted heart. He slumped to the floor in a shower of blood, his words nothing but a gurgle of deep red liquid. His attacker jumped down onto him and scurried out, licking it's claws.
End of prologue thingy! Real chapter should be out tomorrow or Friday! ^.^ Err, anyone know the name of the city the Blitz team was in when Vega beat Bit and Jack at that video game? It's one of the few episodes I didn't get recorded so I can't go back and check.