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Deep within the mines west of the Champ base, a man in his early 40's sat hunched over the keys to his computer. Absorbed in his work, he typed nonstop, sweat giving the large bald spot on his head a glossy look. The man sitting next to him, however, was bored out off his small mind and half asleep behind his small, circular green lens glasses with lightning shaped armbands.
"Oh you like that huh? You like that don't you?! Yeah I bet you do!" the forty-year old said mockingly to the screen. "Come on you little bi-"
"WILL you cut it out?!" the other man yelled.
"What?" was the others response. "Humping the damn computer thats 'what'!?You damn freak!" The younger man yelled again. He was thin, half the other man's age, and completely bald.
"Hey!" the older man fired back. "This is a difficult system to break into. You'd be going nuts, too, if you were me!"
"You wouldn't have to be doing that if ya'd let us go kill the ZBC spy now would you?"
"Typical street punk logic. If you kill the agent the ZBC will know were here." He stated, turning his attention back to the screen. "How will they know, Dr. C?" the young man asked cluelessly.
"I'm not going through this with you again, Red. If you really want to have 'fun' so bad, get your 'boys' to stop slacking off. The sooner all those zoids are up and running, the sooner we take the Champ base," the doctor said with little enthusiasm.
"Alright, alright. I'll tell 'em. Are you going to send her another image of my zoid." Red said rising from his seat, half interested in his new objectives.
"Yes."
"If you really want to freak her out you should send him an image of your mom," Red called out as he left, laughing as if he never had before. Dr.C ignored the lewd suggestion and continued typing.
Fuma stared patiently at the radar in her warshark, dressed in her battle suit. It was a white and grey version of the Backdraft suit she used to wear. She had been watching for hours. The information she received told her that the Rev raptors she'd seen disappear into the mine earlier had returned. She watched them make their way away out of the mine.
"So this is what it's like to work for the big boys, huh, Read?" a sarcastic voice rang from one Rev Raptor to the other. The first had very cheap paint job.
"Out here playing stock boys. All that crazy scientist does is have us pick up supplies."
"And all you do is whine, Pike. How exactly are we going to take over the world with no army?" the other man challenged.
They continued in silence along a path of metal rods that Fuma guessed had something to do with how they had hacked into her equipment. After she determined they were a distance far enough from the mines, she prepared to attack. The familiar sight of three zoids marching from the Champ base greeted the evening air; Harry in his custom Darkhorn, Sebastian in a Stealth Viper, and Benjamin in an Iron Kong.
"Well isn't this a familiar scene?" Benjamin asked appearing on the screens of his allies.
"What do ya mean?" Harry asked, more interested in where he was heading than in Benjamin's actual answer.
"The three of us marching off in our zoids. Not on a run. Not on a training drill. Not even to an official zoid battle, but off in the direction to accompany a female who doesn't want our company."
"How true Benjamin," Sebastian added.
"I have no idea what you're getting at," Harry said, getting riled.
"Yes, and it's downright rude if you ask me," Sebastian piped in.
"What would your parents say Harry? Bringing home a girl with a criminal record." Benjamin lectured.
"WHAT?" Harry's voice exploded into their sound receptors. "That's preposterous! I don't want to hear another word about this from either of you."
What was with those blot bags, Harry wondered. What could have made them come to the conclusion that he was...
Harry's mind pushed around the rest of that thought. Fuma's smiling face appeared in his mind. Smiling like she knew something he didn't and wanted him guess what it was. How many times had Leena smiled at him? This isn't the time, he told himself.
A missile violently rocked the upper body of Pike's Rev Raptor. Pike and his ally turned just in time to see a warshark plow into the dazed Pike's zoid.
"What the hell is going on!" Pike screamed. "Who's attacking me?"
Bullets rained on Fuma's warshark as it dove underground again. Red looked at Pike's Rev Raptor to see it slowly getting to its feet. He checked his radar to see that the enemy was directly below him.
Fuma commanded her zoid to lock its jaws on the Rev Raptor's leg. At full speed, she charged into the other raptor zoid, submerging just as they smashed together.
"Damn! Who the hell are you?" Read shouted.
Fuma's smiling face appeared on his screen. "I'm with the ZBC. You're under arrest."
The radar alerted Fuma to three more zoids approaching from the direction the raptors had been headed. Fuma turned her zoid to face the unconfirmed zoids. She noticed the metal row of bars stopped not far from where she was. When the zoids were in range, they should have been visible. They weren't.
'They must be warsharks.' Fuma realized. 'But what exactly are they doing out here.'
Fuma commanded her zoid to charge headfirst into the first one. It darted out of the way, and so did the second one, but the last one did not stray from its course. Fuma saw that first two were dragging something that looked like a huge, cylinder shaped crate. She pulled to the left, narrowly missing the last shark. Not wasting motion, Fuma stayed her course as the other sharks all turned to pursue her. On her radar, she could see them all catching up to her.
'They must have released their cargo for more speed. If that cargo contains the supplies, the Rev Raptors must have been meeting them here. This is a halfway point. Those bars must have been cloaking the raptors from my satellite equipment while the sharks traveled underground.'
Fuma stopped her zoid as two sharks zipped by. She performed a 180, smashing into the last shark as it caught up. Unlike the other shark pilot, Fuma had been expecting the daredevil stunt, and recovered from the recoil quickly. She headed back towards the Rev Raptors. Pike and Read were standing outside their zoids. Read was trying to see the battle while Pike was screaming and cursing. Fuma's zoid swept past in a blur and Pike disappeared with it.
"Pike?" Red asked the human empty space around him.
Fuma swerved around to face the pursuing sharks. Pike was clamped between the teeth of her zoid.
"Halt! I have a hostage!" Fuma commanded.
The crusty voice, but not the image of an enemy, entered the solitude of Fuma's cockpit. "You can't do that. You work for the ZBC."
"Don't test me," Fuma said flatly.
Pike let out a yell as the jaws began to tighten.
"Wait!" The voice yelled. "Are you crazy?" "You'll find out if you don't get out of your zoids and kiss the sand," Fuma said, smiling.
'This went better than I planned. I got five of them. How's that for evidence.' Fuma's self-congratulations were cut short as one of the warsharks fired its missiles. They were too far off course to be aiming at her, and she realized she wasn't the target. The missiles smashed into the side of the mine.
"Give up babe," another, rougher, voice spoke in her cockpit. "You kill the hostage, then you'll have to kill us. If you somehow manage that, all of Neo-Backdraft will be on you."
Damn! That was it. Fuma's calm facade started to falter. The jaws of her warshark released Pike. Her mind frantically cataloged different escape plans but was interrupted.
"Feeding Frenzy!" The rough voice commanded, startling Fuma. The enemy zoids charged. Fuma desperately tried to escape but they were too close. They all locked their jaws on her zoid and began yanking and tearing at it viciously. Missiles blasted in all directions from Fuma's zoid, missing their targets.
"Stop!" a voice demanded, breaking through all the vid screens. Through the haziness of half-consciousness, Fuma could make out the face of Harry Champ.
Unpredictable, Fuma thought with light in her heart before darkness consumed her mind.
Deep within the mines west of the Champ base, a man in his early 40's sat hunched over the keys to his computer. Absorbed in his work, he typed nonstop, sweat giving the large bald spot on his head a glossy look. The man sitting next to him, however, was bored out off his small mind and half asleep behind his small, circular green lens glasses with lightning shaped armbands.
"Oh you like that huh? You like that don't you?! Yeah I bet you do!" the forty-year old said mockingly to the screen. "Come on you little bi-"
"WILL you cut it out?!" the other man yelled.
"What?" was the others response. "Humping the damn computer thats 'what'!?You damn freak!" The younger man yelled again. He was thin, half the other man's age, and completely bald.
"Hey!" the older man fired back. "This is a difficult system to break into. You'd be going nuts, too, if you were me!"
"You wouldn't have to be doing that if ya'd let us go kill the ZBC spy now would you?"
"Typical street punk logic. If you kill the agent the ZBC will know were here." He stated, turning his attention back to the screen. "How will they know, Dr. C?" the young man asked cluelessly.
"I'm not going through this with you again, Red. If you really want to have 'fun' so bad, get your 'boys' to stop slacking off. The sooner all those zoids are up and running, the sooner we take the Champ base," the doctor said with little enthusiasm.
"Alright, alright. I'll tell 'em. Are you going to send her another image of my zoid." Red said rising from his seat, half interested in his new objectives.
"Yes."
"If you really want to freak her out you should send him an image of your mom," Red called out as he left, laughing as if he never had before. Dr.C ignored the lewd suggestion and continued typing.
Fuma stared patiently at the radar in her warshark, dressed in her battle suit. It was a white and grey version of the Backdraft suit she used to wear. She had been watching for hours. The information she received told her that the Rev raptors she'd seen disappear into the mine earlier had returned. She watched them make their way away out of the mine.
"So this is what it's like to work for the big boys, huh, Read?" a sarcastic voice rang from one Rev Raptor to the other. The first had very cheap paint job.
"Out here playing stock boys. All that crazy scientist does is have us pick up supplies."
"And all you do is whine, Pike. How exactly are we going to take over the world with no army?" the other man challenged.
They continued in silence along a path of metal rods that Fuma guessed had something to do with how they had hacked into her equipment. After she determined they were a distance far enough from the mines, she prepared to attack. The familiar sight of three zoids marching from the Champ base greeted the evening air; Harry in his custom Darkhorn, Sebastian in a Stealth Viper, and Benjamin in an Iron Kong.
"Well isn't this a familiar scene?" Benjamin asked appearing on the screens of his allies.
"What do ya mean?" Harry asked, more interested in where he was heading than in Benjamin's actual answer.
"The three of us marching off in our zoids. Not on a run. Not on a training drill. Not even to an official zoid battle, but off in the direction to accompany a female who doesn't want our company."
"How true Benjamin," Sebastian added.
"I have no idea what you're getting at," Harry said, getting riled.
"Yes, and it's downright rude if you ask me," Sebastian piped in.
"What would your parents say Harry? Bringing home a girl with a criminal record." Benjamin lectured.
"WHAT?" Harry's voice exploded into their sound receptors. "That's preposterous! I don't want to hear another word about this from either of you."
What was with those blot bags, Harry wondered. What could have made them come to the conclusion that he was...
Harry's mind pushed around the rest of that thought. Fuma's smiling face appeared in his mind. Smiling like she knew something he didn't and wanted him guess what it was. How many times had Leena smiled at him? This isn't the time, he told himself.
A missile violently rocked the upper body of Pike's Rev Raptor. Pike and his ally turned just in time to see a warshark plow into the dazed Pike's zoid.
"What the hell is going on!" Pike screamed. "Who's attacking me?"
Bullets rained on Fuma's warshark as it dove underground again. Red looked at Pike's Rev Raptor to see it slowly getting to its feet. He checked his radar to see that the enemy was directly below him.
Fuma commanded her zoid to lock its jaws on the Rev Raptor's leg. At full speed, she charged into the other raptor zoid, submerging just as they smashed together.
"Damn! Who the hell are you?" Read shouted.
Fuma's smiling face appeared on his screen. "I'm with the ZBC. You're under arrest."
The radar alerted Fuma to three more zoids approaching from the direction the raptors had been headed. Fuma turned her zoid to face the unconfirmed zoids. She noticed the metal row of bars stopped not far from where she was. When the zoids were in range, they should have been visible. They weren't.
'They must be warsharks.' Fuma realized. 'But what exactly are they doing out here.'
Fuma commanded her zoid to charge headfirst into the first one. It darted out of the way, and so did the second one, but the last one did not stray from its course. Fuma saw that first two were dragging something that looked like a huge, cylinder shaped crate. She pulled to the left, narrowly missing the last shark. Not wasting motion, Fuma stayed her course as the other sharks all turned to pursue her. On her radar, she could see them all catching up to her.
'They must have released their cargo for more speed. If that cargo contains the supplies, the Rev Raptors must have been meeting them here. This is a halfway point. Those bars must have been cloaking the raptors from my satellite equipment while the sharks traveled underground.'
Fuma stopped her zoid as two sharks zipped by. She performed a 180, smashing into the last shark as it caught up. Unlike the other shark pilot, Fuma had been expecting the daredevil stunt, and recovered from the recoil quickly. She headed back towards the Rev Raptors. Pike and Read were standing outside their zoids. Read was trying to see the battle while Pike was screaming and cursing. Fuma's zoid swept past in a blur and Pike disappeared with it.
"Pike?" Red asked the human empty space around him.
Fuma swerved around to face the pursuing sharks. Pike was clamped between the teeth of her zoid.
"Halt! I have a hostage!" Fuma commanded.
The crusty voice, but not the image of an enemy, entered the solitude of Fuma's cockpit. "You can't do that. You work for the ZBC."
"Don't test me," Fuma said flatly.
Pike let out a yell as the jaws began to tighten.
"Wait!" The voice yelled. "Are you crazy?" "You'll find out if you don't get out of your zoids and kiss the sand," Fuma said, smiling.
'This went better than I planned. I got five of them. How's that for evidence.' Fuma's self-congratulations were cut short as one of the warsharks fired its missiles. They were too far off course to be aiming at her, and she realized she wasn't the target. The missiles smashed into the side of the mine.
"Give up babe," another, rougher, voice spoke in her cockpit. "You kill the hostage, then you'll have to kill us. If you somehow manage that, all of Neo-Backdraft will be on you."
Damn! That was it. Fuma's calm facade started to falter. The jaws of her warshark released Pike. Her mind frantically cataloged different escape plans but was interrupted.
"Feeding Frenzy!" The rough voice commanded, startling Fuma. The enemy zoids charged. Fuma desperately tried to escape but they were too close. They all locked their jaws on her zoid and began yanking and tearing at it viciously. Missiles blasted in all directions from Fuma's zoid, missing their targets.
"Stop!" a voice demanded, breaking through all the vid screens. Through the haziness of half-consciousness, Fuma could make out the face of Harry Champ.
Unpredictable, Fuma thought with light in her heart before darkness consumed her mind.