By Mr. Bigg
Disclaimer- IT"S NOT MINE! (sob) [for additional information, see bottom]
Part 5
"I'm back, Onin! You better of got some-" the Doctor halted in mid sentence, finding Diego asleep at his station. "ONIN! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!" Dr. Laion screamed into Diego's ear. Diego shot up, with the paper stuck to his face. Laion snatched it off his face and read it. "These aren't plans! And they're saturated with drool!" he said in a disgusted voice. "Well, you left, and I got bored, so I created my own comic starring me and a stuffed tiger that I-" "ENOUGH OF THIS, ONIN! Since you refuse to cooperate with the Backdraft group, we will have to use you for some other purpose. GUARD!" Laion shouted, as a guard timidly walked in. "Sir!" he said as he saluted Dr. Laion. "Take Mr. Onin to… the interrogation room," Doctor Laion said, his voice full of malice. "What's interrogation?" Diego asked. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," the guard, said. They took him down the hall to a room where they strapped Diego on a table. A man in a white coat came in and took out various needles and pointy things. "What are you going to do with that?" Diego asked in a quavering voice. "Oh, I'm just going to give you a little shot," said the man with an evil laugh. "But I don't want a shot," said Diego, starting to sound like a little kid. "Don't worry, I'm only going to inject some truth serum into your vein." Diego gulped. "You'd better not," He said, his voice getting a bit louder. "Oh, really? And why shouldn't I?" the man asked. "Because I got a loogie the size of the Pacific ocean in my mouth," Diego said. "Yeah right, what are you going to do, spit on me?" the man said, laughing nervously. "So, you think I'm bluffing, eh? Go ahead, I dare ya," Diego taunted. The man moved closer to inject the serum.
A scream traveled through the base as the man ran out of the interrogation room, covered in mucus. "What? Guards!" Dr. Laion shouted. He looked into the room, but it was to late. Diego had already made it to the air ducts and was crawling his way to freedom. He navigated through the base, and jumped out a vent into what he thought was the hangar. It was the mess hall. Fifty heads looked his way as they were eating. "Hey- isn't that the prisoner?" someone shouted. "I think it is," said another. Diego gulped and bolted. "Quick- He's making an escape!" said a tall man by the alarm system. Diego ran for the exit (grabbing some cookies on the way) and hid in a corner as a mob of crewman and pilots ran past him. "It's just like the Beetles… only everyone hates me," he said to no one. Seeing the cost was clear, he followed a handy directory until he found the hangar. Surprised at finding the Sky Talon intact, he jumped in and headed for the entrance. "Tell me you didn't repair the zoid…" Dr. Laion said through clenched teeth to the Whale King's chief mechanic. "Well, sir, the Zoid had remarkable capabilities, and would have been an impressive tool in our fleet," the chief mechanic muttered. "AM I SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS? SEAL THE REAR HANGAR DOORS!" Dr. Laion said. The chief mechanic quickly relayed the command to the control room. Diego winced as the door began to close in front of him. He put on a burst of speed and just barely cleared the gap.
* * *
At the same time of Diego's escape, three zoids charged the front of the base. " I hope Diego's ok," Troy said. "Yeah. We'd better do this right, because the Battle commission has us in a match tomorrow," Cassie said. "Let's go!" Don said. He let loose a shot from the particle cannon, along with Cassie that ripped a hole in the side of the base. Troy charged in, opened his cockpit and yelled "We are looking for Diego Onin! Surrender him to us now!" Dr. Laion jumped in front of the Battle Stag. "That idiot just escaped, thank god! So just get going," he shouted. "Well that was easy," Don said. Cassie shrugged at Troy. "Uhh… Ok, thanks anyway!" Troy said as they pulled out.
* * *
The Dynax team reconvened at the Armordillo, and there was must rejoicing. But unfortunately, the rejoicing was cut short. "Wait- what time is it?" Troy asked. "It's about 2:30 PM," Don said. "QUICK! WE GOTTA GET READY FOR THE BANQUET!" Troy said. "HE'S RIGHT! Quick- get into your dress clothes, I'll call Andy and tell her we'll pick he up. What are you still doing here? GO!!!" Cassie said. The team split up into different rooms. About 15 minutes later, Cassie stepped out of her room, clad in a mauve gown, with elbow length gloves, and her hair worn up. "Ok guys, let's see what you look like," she yelled into each of their rooms. Diego was the first to come out, clad in a powder blue tuxedo and a cane. "Ditch the cane," Cassie commanded. "But I think it makes me look sophisticated," Diego said. "Troy, come on out!" She said. Troy cam out wearing a neon- green tailcoat, green pants, a green top hat, and a monocle. "Where did you get a green tail coat? I want one!" yelled Diego. "I got it from my uncle. He says it makes a good conversation piece at parties," Troy explained. "Well, Troy, it's just like you. Bold and ugly. Alright, Don show these idiots how to dress for a party!" Cassie said. Don walked out, slightly swaggering, in an orange zoot suit, complete with matching fedora. "Isn't this the coolest? Troy and Diego helped me pick it out!" Don said excitedly. "If we weren't pressed for time, I'd kick you in the-" "Not now, Cassie! We gotta go!" They went full speed, stopped by the Thorne Institute to pick up Andromeda. She was wearing a silver dress with knee-length slits up the sides. "Aww, my fuzzy little panda looks so cute in his wattle tux!" she said, hugging the life out of Diego. "Andy… please… you're killing me…" he gasped as he though he heard the sound of his ribs cracking.
As the Armordillo pulled up, the group of teens stumbled out of the Hover Cargo. "Looks like we walk from here," Don said. "The Hover Cargo's to big to enter the town." Troy smirked. "Not necessarily. Wait around by the Hangar entrance," he said as he was off like a shot. Don looked questioningly at Diego, who just shrugged. As they waited outside, the saw Troy pull up in a Prima-X5, in mint condition. "Troy- where did you get this? It's rare enough as it is to get a junked one of these-" Don said. "Well, I stumbled on this baby 2 years ago. I was in a junkyard looking for any type of salvageable Zoid gear, when I noticed this. My winnings have been going to fixing it up," Troy said. "LEATHER SEATS! OH JOY!" Diego said, plopping on the seat contently. They piled in as they drove down the street.
* * *
"Troy, thank god you're here! I'm going out of my min-" Mary stopped talking as she looked from Troy, to Don, to Diego, and back to Troy again, and broke down laughing. "Where did you get those clothes!? They're great!" she said, laughing into Troy's shoulder. Troy looked awkwardly at Diego and Don. "Hey- food," Diego said, as he started walking to the appetizers, catching many eyes with his powder blue tux. "Oh no you don't, Diego. You're dancing with me!" said Andy, pulling Diego over to the dance floor. "Come on Troy! You have to meet my family!" said Mary pulling Troy to one of the many tables. "So what do you want to do?" Don asked Cassie. "I don't know, what do you want to do?" Cassie asked Don. They were silent for a while, then "Do you want to dance?" they asked at the same time. "Sure!" they said to each other, as they made their way to the dance floor.
"So this is the guy that you've been talking about," Harry said as he inspected Troy. "Well, Mary I'm sorry. I really am, but he won't do at all," Harry said. "Harry, be polite!" Harry smiled triumphantly. "So I understand this correctly, I can't chase a girl, but you can chase a boy," Harry said slowly. Mary turned red and smiled a bit. "Now
Harry Troy and I just good friends. Now if you excuse me, we are going dance," Mary said, leading Troy to the dance floor. "Man, This music sucks," Diego muttered. "Tell me about it. These people dance like they're dead," Troy said, standing nearby. "I can change it in five seconds," Don said smiling evilly. "Well what are you waiting for?" Troy said. Don nodded. "Cassie, I have to go to the bathroom, so if you'll excuse me…" Don said as he stopped dancing. He left the room as the quartet stopped playing and started a fast paced Irish dance tune. "Troy you know how to Irish dance, don't you? Show these old coots how it's done," Mary said. Troy started, but then a techno beat blared out of the loudspeakers. Troy shrugged and started break dancing. Then the techno died down. "Piece of junk," Don muttered in the lobby as he hit the stereo. The techno picked up again, but the quartet started playing loud, but soon they fell in beat with the techno. Troy started going into a strange combination of break dancing and Irish dancing. Diego tried to join in, but the pace was to fast. When Don strode in, trying to look suave, Diego motioned for him to join in. Don and Diego were having trouble keeping up with the beat, and by the time Troy was pivoting on his head, they were exhausted. When the music died down, it was time to eat. "What's this white stuff?" Diego asked, pointing at a little bowl of white grainy stuff. "It's Beluga," Mary said. "My Father stocks it every year," she added. "Oh," Troy said as he shoveled some onto a cracker. "Now, don't take to much, because the taste can be…." Mary started, but Troy had already shoved the cracker into his mouth. He chewed it, swished it around his mouth, looked thoughtful for about a second, and then took a large drink of water. He swished that around, made a disgusting face, and ducked his head under the table. When he came up again, his mouth was empty as he took out a stick of jerky to wash the taste out of his mouth.
* * *
"So… who are we up against?" Troy said as the Battle Stag walked onto the battlefield. "Well, we know that one of them is a Command Wolf with a standard double barrel cannon… but the other is unknown. It's seems to be based on a Command Wolf, but it has a different structure and weapons," Diego said. What ever it is, there's only two of them," Troy said. "Yeah, but there's only two of us," Don said flying ahead. "Yeah. I hate 0982 mode," Troy replied. "Well you sound nervous, sunshine," said a voice over the comm. "I take it you're the pilot of that weird zoid," Troy said. "Yep. I'm Mal and this is my Hybrid, the Razor Fusion," She replied cockily. "A hybrid?" Don asked a little surprised. "Just great. We're up against a do- it-your-selfer," Troy said. "What? Afraid you can't take us?" came a second voice as Chelsea popped into the conversation. "Hello, what have we here?" Don said in his 'ladies man' voice as Chelsea blushed. "DON!" Cassie yelled into his earpiece. "Heh. Sorry," Don said. "When is this judge gonna show?" Mal asked. "There he is," Troy replied. A white capsule streaked the sky and hit the ground with tremendous force. "The area within a 15 mile radius is going to be the designated battle zone. All unauthorized personnel must leave the vicinity immediately. Battle mode: 0982. Zoid register approved. The Dynax team vs. the Pyrotechnics team. Ready… FIGHT!" The judge said, crossing his arms. Don took off, and flew out of sight, leaving Troy alone with the Command Wolf and the Razor Fusion. "Um… Ladies… please…" Troy said weakly. The girls started to fire on him as Troy ran away. He made his way to a large flat area. Unfortunately, the morning dew provided low traction and Troy lost control. He winced as he prepared for the finishing shot. It never came. Don swooped in at the last moment, distracting both pilots enough for Troy to get up. "Mal- I'm gonna try and shoot down the Sky Talon, you take care of that nerd in the Battle stag!" Chelsea said to her teammate. Troy popped onto the comm. Line saying, "First, I believe the politically correct term is geek. And secondly, It's going to, not gonna. Just because we're in a battle doesn't excuse ungrammatical language!" Cassie face-faulted in the Armordillo. "Okay, let's see how you handle with my energy shroud on!" Mal said as she activated it, concealing herself. "Don, we've got a problem. I can't see her!" Troy said. "Well get this trigger-happy Command Wolf off my tail and' I'll be happy to assist!" Don replied. Troy and the Battle Stag took off, finding the Command Wolf and the Sky Talon dueling it out, wild wild west style. Alright, not really, but something like it. Though Don had the air-borne advantage, the Command Wolf was matching him blow for blow. Troy activated the Horn Blade attack and rammed into the Command Wolf's unprotected backside, sending it crashing to the ground. Just before her system froze, she squeezed off two shots that both went wild and skimmed the Sky Talon, apparently causing no damage. Suddenly, two shots came out of nowhere as the Battle Stag hit the ground. "Troy what happened?" Don asked. "It's that Hybrid! She must have followed me here!" Troy said. "Don't worry, I've got her!" Don said. He put his cockpit through an infer-red scan and found the Zoid right behind Troy. "I've got one missile left with your name on it!" Don said as he pressed the firing button. "Something's wrong- the release system's fried!" Don said. It must have been that shot from the Command Wolf Troy thought. That pilot deserves some credit. His thoughts were interrupted as Don said, "I can't pull up either! I'm gonna crash!" Cassie and Diego winced as Don hit the ground with tremendous impact, plowing the Razor Fusion in an attack that even the organoid system couldn't predict. "The battle is over. Repeat, the Battle is over! The Battle Commission has declared the match a draw!" said the Judge as the capsule took off. Troy climbed out of his cockpit and ran over to help out Don. "Did we win?" Don asked. "Nope. We tied!" Don looked at him quizzically. "Then why are you so happy?" Don asked. "Because, Don my boy, I have prepared for such an occasion!" He replied as he took out a cassette and popped it in a tape deck he produced from the cockpit. Techno music blared as Troy started doing the robot. The Hover Cargo pulled up and Diego came out, shrugged his shoulders and started as well. Don, for no reason at all, followed. Cassie, Mal, and Chelsea sighed and in unison muttered, "Superfreaks."
A/N- the Pyrotechnics team, Mal, Chelsea and the Razor Fusion all belong to reeseluver (read her story The Hybrid- it's pretty cool!) and if anyone else would like to see their Zoids team fight in the story, just send me team name, zoids, team members, and any additional information via Email to Murphdogg1313@AOL.com. Next up- The Royal Cup!
Disclaimer- IT"S NOT MINE! (sob) [for additional information, see bottom]
Part 5
"I'm back, Onin! You better of got some-" the Doctor halted in mid sentence, finding Diego asleep at his station. "ONIN! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!" Dr. Laion screamed into Diego's ear. Diego shot up, with the paper stuck to his face. Laion snatched it off his face and read it. "These aren't plans! And they're saturated with drool!" he said in a disgusted voice. "Well, you left, and I got bored, so I created my own comic starring me and a stuffed tiger that I-" "ENOUGH OF THIS, ONIN! Since you refuse to cooperate with the Backdraft group, we will have to use you for some other purpose. GUARD!" Laion shouted, as a guard timidly walked in. "Sir!" he said as he saluted Dr. Laion. "Take Mr. Onin to… the interrogation room," Doctor Laion said, his voice full of malice. "What's interrogation?" Diego asked. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," the guard, said. They took him down the hall to a room where they strapped Diego on a table. A man in a white coat came in and took out various needles and pointy things. "What are you going to do with that?" Diego asked in a quavering voice. "Oh, I'm just going to give you a little shot," said the man with an evil laugh. "But I don't want a shot," said Diego, starting to sound like a little kid. "Don't worry, I'm only going to inject some truth serum into your vein." Diego gulped. "You'd better not," He said, his voice getting a bit louder. "Oh, really? And why shouldn't I?" the man asked. "Because I got a loogie the size of the Pacific ocean in my mouth," Diego said. "Yeah right, what are you going to do, spit on me?" the man said, laughing nervously. "So, you think I'm bluffing, eh? Go ahead, I dare ya," Diego taunted. The man moved closer to inject the serum.
A scream traveled through the base as the man ran out of the interrogation room, covered in mucus. "What? Guards!" Dr. Laion shouted. He looked into the room, but it was to late. Diego had already made it to the air ducts and was crawling his way to freedom. He navigated through the base, and jumped out a vent into what he thought was the hangar. It was the mess hall. Fifty heads looked his way as they were eating. "Hey- isn't that the prisoner?" someone shouted. "I think it is," said another. Diego gulped and bolted. "Quick- He's making an escape!" said a tall man by the alarm system. Diego ran for the exit (grabbing some cookies on the way) and hid in a corner as a mob of crewman and pilots ran past him. "It's just like the Beetles… only everyone hates me," he said to no one. Seeing the cost was clear, he followed a handy directory until he found the hangar. Surprised at finding the Sky Talon intact, he jumped in and headed for the entrance. "Tell me you didn't repair the zoid…" Dr. Laion said through clenched teeth to the Whale King's chief mechanic. "Well, sir, the Zoid had remarkable capabilities, and would have been an impressive tool in our fleet," the chief mechanic muttered. "AM I SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS? SEAL THE REAR HANGAR DOORS!" Dr. Laion said. The chief mechanic quickly relayed the command to the control room. Diego winced as the door began to close in front of him. He put on a burst of speed and just barely cleared the gap.
* * *
At the same time of Diego's escape, three zoids charged the front of the base. " I hope Diego's ok," Troy said. "Yeah. We'd better do this right, because the Battle commission has us in a match tomorrow," Cassie said. "Let's go!" Don said. He let loose a shot from the particle cannon, along with Cassie that ripped a hole in the side of the base. Troy charged in, opened his cockpit and yelled "We are looking for Diego Onin! Surrender him to us now!" Dr. Laion jumped in front of the Battle Stag. "That idiot just escaped, thank god! So just get going," he shouted. "Well that was easy," Don said. Cassie shrugged at Troy. "Uhh… Ok, thanks anyway!" Troy said as they pulled out.
* * *
The Dynax team reconvened at the Armordillo, and there was must rejoicing. But unfortunately, the rejoicing was cut short. "Wait- what time is it?" Troy asked. "It's about 2:30 PM," Don said. "QUICK! WE GOTTA GET READY FOR THE BANQUET!" Troy said. "HE'S RIGHT! Quick- get into your dress clothes, I'll call Andy and tell her we'll pick he up. What are you still doing here? GO!!!" Cassie said. The team split up into different rooms. About 15 minutes later, Cassie stepped out of her room, clad in a mauve gown, with elbow length gloves, and her hair worn up. "Ok guys, let's see what you look like," she yelled into each of their rooms. Diego was the first to come out, clad in a powder blue tuxedo and a cane. "Ditch the cane," Cassie commanded. "But I think it makes me look sophisticated," Diego said. "Troy, come on out!" She said. Troy cam out wearing a neon- green tailcoat, green pants, a green top hat, and a monocle. "Where did you get a green tail coat? I want one!" yelled Diego. "I got it from my uncle. He says it makes a good conversation piece at parties," Troy explained. "Well, Troy, it's just like you. Bold and ugly. Alright, Don show these idiots how to dress for a party!" Cassie said. Don walked out, slightly swaggering, in an orange zoot suit, complete with matching fedora. "Isn't this the coolest? Troy and Diego helped me pick it out!" Don said excitedly. "If we weren't pressed for time, I'd kick you in the-" "Not now, Cassie! We gotta go!" They went full speed, stopped by the Thorne Institute to pick up Andromeda. She was wearing a silver dress with knee-length slits up the sides. "Aww, my fuzzy little panda looks so cute in his wattle tux!" she said, hugging the life out of Diego. "Andy… please… you're killing me…" he gasped as he though he heard the sound of his ribs cracking.
As the Armordillo pulled up, the group of teens stumbled out of the Hover Cargo. "Looks like we walk from here," Don said. "The Hover Cargo's to big to enter the town." Troy smirked. "Not necessarily. Wait around by the Hangar entrance," he said as he was off like a shot. Don looked questioningly at Diego, who just shrugged. As they waited outside, the saw Troy pull up in a Prima-X5, in mint condition. "Troy- where did you get this? It's rare enough as it is to get a junked one of these-" Don said. "Well, I stumbled on this baby 2 years ago. I was in a junkyard looking for any type of salvageable Zoid gear, when I noticed this. My winnings have been going to fixing it up," Troy said. "LEATHER SEATS! OH JOY!" Diego said, plopping on the seat contently. They piled in as they drove down the street.
* * *
"Troy, thank god you're here! I'm going out of my min-" Mary stopped talking as she looked from Troy, to Don, to Diego, and back to Troy again, and broke down laughing. "Where did you get those clothes!? They're great!" she said, laughing into Troy's shoulder. Troy looked awkwardly at Diego and Don. "Hey- food," Diego said, as he started walking to the appetizers, catching many eyes with his powder blue tux. "Oh no you don't, Diego. You're dancing with me!" said Andy, pulling Diego over to the dance floor. "Come on Troy! You have to meet my family!" said Mary pulling Troy to one of the many tables. "So what do you want to do?" Don asked Cassie. "I don't know, what do you want to do?" Cassie asked Don. They were silent for a while, then "Do you want to dance?" they asked at the same time. "Sure!" they said to each other, as they made their way to the dance floor.
"So this is the guy that you've been talking about," Harry said as he inspected Troy. "Well, Mary I'm sorry. I really am, but he won't do at all," Harry said. "Harry, be polite!" Harry smiled triumphantly. "So I understand this correctly, I can't chase a girl, but you can chase a boy," Harry said slowly. Mary turned red and smiled a bit. "Now
Harry Troy and I just good friends. Now if you excuse me, we are going dance," Mary said, leading Troy to the dance floor. "Man, This music sucks," Diego muttered. "Tell me about it. These people dance like they're dead," Troy said, standing nearby. "I can change it in five seconds," Don said smiling evilly. "Well what are you waiting for?" Troy said. Don nodded. "Cassie, I have to go to the bathroom, so if you'll excuse me…" Don said as he stopped dancing. He left the room as the quartet stopped playing and started a fast paced Irish dance tune. "Troy you know how to Irish dance, don't you? Show these old coots how it's done," Mary said. Troy started, but then a techno beat blared out of the loudspeakers. Troy shrugged and started break dancing. Then the techno died down. "Piece of junk," Don muttered in the lobby as he hit the stereo. The techno picked up again, but the quartet started playing loud, but soon they fell in beat with the techno. Troy started going into a strange combination of break dancing and Irish dancing. Diego tried to join in, but the pace was to fast. When Don strode in, trying to look suave, Diego motioned for him to join in. Don and Diego were having trouble keeping up with the beat, and by the time Troy was pivoting on his head, they were exhausted. When the music died down, it was time to eat. "What's this white stuff?" Diego asked, pointing at a little bowl of white grainy stuff. "It's Beluga," Mary said. "My Father stocks it every year," she added. "Oh," Troy said as he shoveled some onto a cracker. "Now, don't take to much, because the taste can be…." Mary started, but Troy had already shoved the cracker into his mouth. He chewed it, swished it around his mouth, looked thoughtful for about a second, and then took a large drink of water. He swished that around, made a disgusting face, and ducked his head under the table. When he came up again, his mouth was empty as he took out a stick of jerky to wash the taste out of his mouth.
* * *
"So… who are we up against?" Troy said as the Battle Stag walked onto the battlefield. "Well, we know that one of them is a Command Wolf with a standard double barrel cannon… but the other is unknown. It's seems to be based on a Command Wolf, but it has a different structure and weapons," Diego said. What ever it is, there's only two of them," Troy said. "Yeah, but there's only two of us," Don said flying ahead. "Yeah. I hate 0982 mode," Troy replied. "Well you sound nervous, sunshine," said a voice over the comm. "I take it you're the pilot of that weird zoid," Troy said. "Yep. I'm Mal and this is my Hybrid, the Razor Fusion," She replied cockily. "A hybrid?" Don asked a little surprised. "Just great. We're up against a do- it-your-selfer," Troy said. "What? Afraid you can't take us?" came a second voice as Chelsea popped into the conversation. "Hello, what have we here?" Don said in his 'ladies man' voice as Chelsea blushed. "DON!" Cassie yelled into his earpiece. "Heh. Sorry," Don said. "When is this judge gonna show?" Mal asked. "There he is," Troy replied. A white capsule streaked the sky and hit the ground with tremendous force. "The area within a 15 mile radius is going to be the designated battle zone. All unauthorized personnel must leave the vicinity immediately. Battle mode: 0982. Zoid register approved. The Dynax team vs. the Pyrotechnics team. Ready… FIGHT!" The judge said, crossing his arms. Don took off, and flew out of sight, leaving Troy alone with the Command Wolf and the Razor Fusion. "Um… Ladies… please…" Troy said weakly. The girls started to fire on him as Troy ran away. He made his way to a large flat area. Unfortunately, the morning dew provided low traction and Troy lost control. He winced as he prepared for the finishing shot. It never came. Don swooped in at the last moment, distracting both pilots enough for Troy to get up. "Mal- I'm gonna try and shoot down the Sky Talon, you take care of that nerd in the Battle stag!" Chelsea said to her teammate. Troy popped onto the comm. Line saying, "First, I believe the politically correct term is geek. And secondly, It's going to, not gonna. Just because we're in a battle doesn't excuse ungrammatical language!" Cassie face-faulted in the Armordillo. "Okay, let's see how you handle with my energy shroud on!" Mal said as she activated it, concealing herself. "Don, we've got a problem. I can't see her!" Troy said. "Well get this trigger-happy Command Wolf off my tail and' I'll be happy to assist!" Don replied. Troy and the Battle Stag took off, finding the Command Wolf and the Sky Talon dueling it out, wild wild west style. Alright, not really, but something like it. Though Don had the air-borne advantage, the Command Wolf was matching him blow for blow. Troy activated the Horn Blade attack and rammed into the Command Wolf's unprotected backside, sending it crashing to the ground. Just before her system froze, she squeezed off two shots that both went wild and skimmed the Sky Talon, apparently causing no damage. Suddenly, two shots came out of nowhere as the Battle Stag hit the ground. "Troy what happened?" Don asked. "It's that Hybrid! She must have followed me here!" Troy said. "Don't worry, I've got her!" Don said. He put his cockpit through an infer-red scan and found the Zoid right behind Troy. "I've got one missile left with your name on it!" Don said as he pressed the firing button. "Something's wrong- the release system's fried!" Don said. It must have been that shot from the Command Wolf Troy thought. That pilot deserves some credit. His thoughts were interrupted as Don said, "I can't pull up either! I'm gonna crash!" Cassie and Diego winced as Don hit the ground with tremendous impact, plowing the Razor Fusion in an attack that even the organoid system couldn't predict. "The battle is over. Repeat, the Battle is over! The Battle Commission has declared the match a draw!" said the Judge as the capsule took off. Troy climbed out of his cockpit and ran over to help out Don. "Did we win?" Don asked. "Nope. We tied!" Don looked at him quizzically. "Then why are you so happy?" Don asked. "Because, Don my boy, I have prepared for such an occasion!" He replied as he took out a cassette and popped it in a tape deck he produced from the cockpit. Techno music blared as Troy started doing the robot. The Hover Cargo pulled up and Diego came out, shrugged his shoulders and started as well. Don, for no reason at all, followed. Cassie, Mal, and Chelsea sighed and in unison muttered, "Superfreaks."
A/N- the Pyrotechnics team, Mal, Chelsea and the Razor Fusion all belong to reeseluver (read her story The Hybrid- it's pretty cool!) and if anyone else would like to see their Zoids team fight in the story, just send me team name, zoids, team members, and any additional information via Email to Murphdogg1313@AOL.com. Next up- The Royal Cup!