"I wonder how Mr. Spiky-Blue-Hair is coming along in there." Joe told his
friend, who was still looking ahead at the hangar anxiously. "He'd better
hurry up, 'cause I'm going next."
Suddenly, the doors burst open and Shane rushed out, a grin plastered along his face. "I made it!" He told his friends almost bursting with excitement. "He said I had the true works of an AC pilot! I got to go," He finished breathlessly as he snatched up his skateboard as soon as he un-shrunk it. "I have to go tell Rachael right away! Good luck, guys!" With that he whipped his board underneath his feet and zoomed off, his cheers of victory being heard in the distance.
"AHEM!" A gruff voice coughed from behind them as they watched Shane ride off, the voice attempting to grab a hold of their attention. Ben and Joe turned around, coming face-to-face with an angry mid-aged man at a desk.
"Next?" He asked exasperatedly, glaring at the two, eyeing Joe's ponytail with disgust.
"Me, sir." Joe spoke up.
"Name?"
"Joe Minchow."
"Around back, I presume you also have your own steam-driven, pile-of-junk AC, boy?" Joe set his jaw at this and clenched his fists, the cube digging painfully into the palm of his hand. Joe had a temper problem and struggled to keep it in. "Yes…sir." He growled, toiling to keep from bursting. Joe walked across back and found a large beam of wood in his path, just the right size for him to pick up.
Joe grabbed the beam in his hands and smashed it over his knee in rage, splinters of wood flying into the air. Joe narrowed his eyes. "I'll show you pile-of-junk, and you'll be sorry." He growled.
Joe pushed open the door and fingered the cube, giving no thought to the bright light. Two silhouettes standing before him. Joe was given the same routine as Shane, this time he was fighting a man in his twenties named 'Jonathon Campbell', the pilot using an exact replicate of the one before. Joe clenched the cube in his palm and instantly, a large form was zapped out from somewhere within the miniscule cube's depths. Four legs and medieval lance arms, it was Joe's AC. As soon as Joe was dropped into the head of Fugitive, he jammed the key into the ignition and twisted it angrily. "Steam-driven…" He growled. "I'll show you steam-driven." The engine roared to life and Joe wrapped his hands in the dual handles he used to control his four-legged beast. "Bring it." Joe snarled.
Suddenly, the opponent AC rushed forward, gray steel glinting in the light! "I don't think so!" Joe yelled as he veered his handles and twisted them to the left. Suddenly, Fugitive's Grenade-Launcher on his shoulder lowered and…BLAM! A shot was fire so powerful that the AC skid back a yard or two! BOOM! The AC's arm blasted off into shrapnel, shards of metal flying into the air! Joe jammed his boosters into play and his AC crouched down as the opponent neared, left hand missing, sparks blasting from the void!
Fugitive leaped into the air, his boosters keeping him airborne! WHAM! The room shook violently as the other AC rushing for him slammed violently into the wall, seeing as its target moved! Joe twisted his handles again and this time, Fugitive's two arms began to gather energy and soon…BLAM! Two immense laser shots bursted from the dual calibers and exploded into the ground as the opponent AC leaped into the air with use of its boosters, and swerved and dodged the two shots missing the iron by mere feet! Joe growled angrily and disengaged the boosters, beginning to plummet towards the ground! The opponent veered and stopped in midair before diving after Joe! Joe slammed violently into the ground, the white tile smashing immensely as the colossal structure smashed into it!
Joe glanced up and slammed down several switches inside of Fugitive, a determined look on his face! "Eat this!" He yelled as he twisted the handles and the cube of missiles on his shoulder dropped open! Suddenly, dozens of missiles whished through the cube, locking onto the diving AC! Within seconds, a form of a pilot in a parachute was seen gliding to the ground as the missiles made contact, shrapnel exploding airborne as the explosion lit up the room even more! Shards of steel fell to the ground as Joe turned the key in the ignition, turning Fugitive off. Joe flipped a switch and a section of the head flipped up, allowing him to climb out, anger now diminished greatly. Joe stepped out of his AC and looked toward the man who had told him of his test. He gave him the thumbs-up and Joe thrust his fist into the air in victory!
"YES!!!"
Suddenly, the doors burst open and Shane rushed out, a grin plastered along his face. "I made it!" He told his friends almost bursting with excitement. "He said I had the true works of an AC pilot! I got to go," He finished breathlessly as he snatched up his skateboard as soon as he un-shrunk it. "I have to go tell Rachael right away! Good luck, guys!" With that he whipped his board underneath his feet and zoomed off, his cheers of victory being heard in the distance.
"AHEM!" A gruff voice coughed from behind them as they watched Shane ride off, the voice attempting to grab a hold of their attention. Ben and Joe turned around, coming face-to-face with an angry mid-aged man at a desk.
"Next?" He asked exasperatedly, glaring at the two, eyeing Joe's ponytail with disgust.
"Me, sir." Joe spoke up.
"Name?"
"Joe Minchow."
"Around back, I presume you also have your own steam-driven, pile-of-junk AC, boy?" Joe set his jaw at this and clenched his fists, the cube digging painfully into the palm of his hand. Joe had a temper problem and struggled to keep it in. "Yes…sir." He growled, toiling to keep from bursting. Joe walked across back and found a large beam of wood in his path, just the right size for him to pick up.
Joe grabbed the beam in his hands and smashed it over his knee in rage, splinters of wood flying into the air. Joe narrowed his eyes. "I'll show you pile-of-junk, and you'll be sorry." He growled.
Joe pushed open the door and fingered the cube, giving no thought to the bright light. Two silhouettes standing before him. Joe was given the same routine as Shane, this time he was fighting a man in his twenties named 'Jonathon Campbell', the pilot using an exact replicate of the one before. Joe clenched the cube in his palm and instantly, a large form was zapped out from somewhere within the miniscule cube's depths. Four legs and medieval lance arms, it was Joe's AC. As soon as Joe was dropped into the head of Fugitive, he jammed the key into the ignition and twisted it angrily. "Steam-driven…" He growled. "I'll show you steam-driven." The engine roared to life and Joe wrapped his hands in the dual handles he used to control his four-legged beast. "Bring it." Joe snarled.
Suddenly, the opponent AC rushed forward, gray steel glinting in the light! "I don't think so!" Joe yelled as he veered his handles and twisted them to the left. Suddenly, Fugitive's Grenade-Launcher on his shoulder lowered and…BLAM! A shot was fire so powerful that the AC skid back a yard or two! BOOM! The AC's arm blasted off into shrapnel, shards of metal flying into the air! Joe jammed his boosters into play and his AC crouched down as the opponent neared, left hand missing, sparks blasting from the void!
Fugitive leaped into the air, his boosters keeping him airborne! WHAM! The room shook violently as the other AC rushing for him slammed violently into the wall, seeing as its target moved! Joe twisted his handles again and this time, Fugitive's two arms began to gather energy and soon…BLAM! Two immense laser shots bursted from the dual calibers and exploded into the ground as the opponent AC leaped into the air with use of its boosters, and swerved and dodged the two shots missing the iron by mere feet! Joe growled angrily and disengaged the boosters, beginning to plummet towards the ground! The opponent veered and stopped in midair before diving after Joe! Joe slammed violently into the ground, the white tile smashing immensely as the colossal structure smashed into it!
Joe glanced up and slammed down several switches inside of Fugitive, a determined look on his face! "Eat this!" He yelled as he twisted the handles and the cube of missiles on his shoulder dropped open! Suddenly, dozens of missiles whished through the cube, locking onto the diving AC! Within seconds, a form of a pilot in a parachute was seen gliding to the ground as the missiles made contact, shrapnel exploding airborne as the explosion lit up the room even more! Shards of steel fell to the ground as Joe turned the key in the ignition, turning Fugitive off. Joe flipped a switch and a section of the head flipped up, allowing him to climb out, anger now diminished greatly. Joe stepped out of his AC and looked toward the man who had told him of his test. He gave him the thumbs-up and Joe thrust his fist into the air in victory!
"YES!!!"