Flying Phoenix
A Zoids Fanfic
*nods* me again. This is the third and final chapter of this horrible horrible fic. I'm not gonna bother with a disclaimer, cause you and me both know Zoids ain't mine.
~*~RC~*~
"Did ya get that part for the Stealth Viper?" Liten called to her shop assistant. Luke nodded.
"Yup." He hefted a pipe up onto his shoulder. "C'mon, it won't wait forever." Liten stood up from her chair. "I'm comin', don't panic." She muttered, following him into the back of the complex, into the hangar.
The hangar was where they stored all the Zoids they owned, bought or sold. "How did I get into owning a Zoids Shop?" Liten moans, climbing up the scaffolding with Luke.
He grinned. "You don't own it. I do, remember?"
"How could I forget?"
"Easily."
"Shut up. Let's get this Zoid fixed." Liten answered, and the two set to work.
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Later that afternoon, after they'd repaired the Stealth Viper, Luke had taken it back to the city for it's owner to collect. They owned a shop in town, but preferred to work in isolation when it came to repairing Zoids. Luke wasn't due back for a week or so. Sighing, she leant against the doorframe, watching the desert's sands and savoring the sweet breeze that blew her red bangs out of her eyes.
Feeling tired, she closed her eyes, images instantly replaying in her mind.
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Flames. Fire, shaped like a column, rising high above the tree tops. Distantly, she could hear him call frantically "Rhu!" she could hear the anguish in his voice. "Rhu!" the flames slowly die down, but by then, she was long gone.
~*~
Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, evaporated instantly by the heat of the desert all around her.
Sighing, Liten walked back inside. She grabbed a jacket, helmet, and walked over to her Raynos. "Let's go for a fly." She said, grinning and climbing into the cockpit.
*sighs* the horror is finally over... *looks happy* So there ye go. A look at the aftermath of he outcome in Book of the Phoenix from Falcon's and Griffin's views.
~*~RC~*~