ZOIDS: Dangerous Blue Void: Ep.4 Tragedy
By drakora_master
Brian leaped out of the cockpit and looked around him. Random zoid parts and dead Rev Raptors lay before him. He approached the cliff and glanced down. The black Rev Raptor was nowhere to be seen. Then he averted his gaze to Albine. The Barigator was in a horrible state. Circuits stuck out at odd angles along his back, and his front left foot was practically a twisted chunk of metal. Many of his spines were bent or chipped, and scorch marks covered his tail like patches. Albine growled feebly as Brian shook his head sadly.
"Albine, we have to hurry. You are in danger. C'mon, quickly! Once we get over this mountain, Morlsevort will be in sight and my dad can repair you!"
In order to save his pal some energy for the trip, Brian decided to hike alongside his zoid rather than in the cockpit. Marching forward, he assisted Albine to his feet and scouted the area. They were getting near the summit now. Once they had climbed over the mountain, it would all be downhill. Albine painfully took a few steps forward and collapsed. Brian was rushing to his aid when a raindrop landed on his head. Only an hour ago, the skies had been clear and completely devoid of clouds. Now, black clouds blocked out the sun, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Albine caught himself and carefully began to seek shelter among some trees. Brian did likewise.
The going was slow and steady. With Albine's leg damaged and the storm pelting them with icy rain and wind, progress was painful. Brian stared upward at the gloomy sky and sighed. It just wasn't his day. First, he falls down a tunnel into who-knows-where and ends up in a collapsing cavern right next to a vengeful Barigator. Then, just when they escape, they are attacked by Rev Raptors. Now this. Could it possibly get any worse? Brushing rainwater out of his eyes, Brian continued his long trek home.
The summit was finally in sight now. Mentally, Brian was relieved. The storm had gotten much worse, alternating from hail to blustering wind. Dashing forward, Brian stood on the mountaintop and beckoned to Albine.
"Look Albine! It is all-downhill from here. We can get you fixed soo- What?!"
The once beautiful town of Morlsevort was burnt to the ground. The rain dampened the smoldering fires that were turning the buildings into ash. Smoke drifted upward like a black omen, making the sky even darker. People were rushing about, tending to the wounded, while white ambulance trucks stood on hand. Women and children were grieving in the center of the town while the men struggled to cope with the losses as well. There had obviously been a big fire. But Brian was awestruck. How could such a large and tragic fire have started while it was raining? There was only one possible conclusion. This had been the work of mercenaries! Sliding down the mountainside, Brian called urgently to his white zoid.
"Albine, come! We have got to see what's up!"
Sertha blinked back tears as she watched the rest of the town through a watery veil. She had black hair and blue eyes, which were now clouded with tears. Her scarlet dress was soiled with rainwater, and mud crusted her features. Earlier this morning, an enormous fleet of War Sharks from an Imperial sea base known as the Kraken's Fortress laid waste to the coastal town of Morlsevort. They had demanded every rich or ounce of profit that the town could offer. Stubbornly the residents had refused, believing that the War Sharks pilots were only traders like the ones scheduled to come that afternoon. It was then that they had disposed of the city, burning it to the ground. Many were killed, including Sertha's sister, her good friend Mr. Krocket, and her son, Brian, was also believed to be dead. Silently she grieved to herself, asking God how such a thing could happen. Lightning flashed across the sky, presiding over the dispirited scene.
Brian ran into the city and immediately began to search for his mother and father. The residents looked strangely at him, as if he was a miracle, and then turned their gaze to the white Barigator. Then they resumed their weeping. Everywhere were medics lifting the injured into the ambulances, and blood stained the ground. Brian finally came across his house. It was charred, but still standing. He rushed inside, dreading what he might find within. To his relief, he discovered his mother unharmed.
"Mom! What happened! You're okay! Where's dad? WHERE'S DAD??!"
Sertha looked at him as though she could not believe her eyes. After staring at Brian for some time, she finally recognized him as real and brought him into a boa-constrictor embrace.
"Brian! You're alive! Your father and I were so worried."
When she eventually let go of him, Brian questioned her again.
"What happened, and where's dad?"
Sertha related the sad tale.
"Our city was attacked by zoids from an Imperial sea base. They attacked because we refused to give them our city's profit. Our Protectors fought back, but they were outnumbered. Everyone thought you were dead Brian. This is such a relief."
"And where's dad?"
"He is in the basement, repairing the zoids lost in the battle. He hopes to rebuild new zoids to protect us, in case we are attacked again."
"Can I see him? I found a wild zoid, and it needs treatment."
"Yes. You may go. Your father will be happy to see you."
Brian walked down the stairs into their spacious basement. Spotting his dad, Brian ran forward and hailed his father.
"Dad!"
His father turned around to face the speaker. Other than his height, Herro was a mirror image of his son. Brown hair, hazel eyes, and the family birthmark- a curved triangle near his left eye- they all corresponded with Brian. Normally, Herro was an optimistic man who always noticed the silver lining of situations, but now he wore a tired and weary complexion of one who had just been doing tedious work. His face creased into a smile as Brian approached.
"Dad!"
"Brian!"
Brian halted as he let his dad hug him. After he had been released, Herro questioned his son.
"Where have you been, Brian? Sertha and I have been worried!"
As briefly as he could, Brian explained how he had found Albine in an underground cavern. He knew that it was going to sound far-fetched, but his dad seemed to believe the strange tale.
"So where is this zoid now?"
"Here, he's outside."
Brian brought Herro outside, where it was still raining quite hard. Albine lay groaning underneath a makeshift canopy. The pale beast seemed relieved to find Brian approaching, and wagged his tail expectantly. Herro looked the Barigator up and down, muttering under his breath. He then turned to Brian.
"He'll be okay. I think your Albine needs some armor and weapons if he is going to be a Protector. After all, that is what you're going to request, right?"
Herro had taken the words straight out of Brian's mouth. The boy had been waiting to have a zoid of his own all his life and become a Protector, but was too ashamed to ask. Brian merely nodded.
"Alright then. I'll take Albine to the basement and see what I can do. You go inside with your mother. She'll probably need some comforting after what has happened."
Later that night. Brian lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Outside, the rain continued its onslaught of icy fury as it pelted the windows with hail. Brian could not sleep; not after what had taken place. How could this happen? Many innocent villagers had been killed, including Mr. Krocket. It would have been a prosperous season for him in his watch shop had the War Sharks never came. How could anyone do something so cruel? Brian slammed his fist down on the table frustratedly. Why hadn't he been there to help? If it hadn't been for Albine and the cavern, he could've helped fought those enemy zoids off. He could've stopped this all from happening. No. "I can't think about the past like this. What I can do right now, that's the question." he thought. Brian began to pace the room impatiently. An idea struck him. Scribbling down a note and sticking it to his bed, Brian quietly crept into the basement.
To be continued.
Disclaimer: I don't own zoids. (imagines herself surrounded by zoid models and swimming in riches) Life is so unfair.
By the way, thanks Hog of Hedges and DS (especially DS) for reviewing. I appreciate it!
By drakora_master
Brian leaped out of the cockpit and looked around him. Random zoid parts and dead Rev Raptors lay before him. He approached the cliff and glanced down. The black Rev Raptor was nowhere to be seen. Then he averted his gaze to Albine. The Barigator was in a horrible state. Circuits stuck out at odd angles along his back, and his front left foot was practically a twisted chunk of metal. Many of his spines were bent or chipped, and scorch marks covered his tail like patches. Albine growled feebly as Brian shook his head sadly.
"Albine, we have to hurry. You are in danger. C'mon, quickly! Once we get over this mountain, Morlsevort will be in sight and my dad can repair you!"
In order to save his pal some energy for the trip, Brian decided to hike alongside his zoid rather than in the cockpit. Marching forward, he assisted Albine to his feet and scouted the area. They were getting near the summit now. Once they had climbed over the mountain, it would all be downhill. Albine painfully took a few steps forward and collapsed. Brian was rushing to his aid when a raindrop landed on his head. Only an hour ago, the skies had been clear and completely devoid of clouds. Now, black clouds blocked out the sun, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Albine caught himself and carefully began to seek shelter among some trees. Brian did likewise.
The going was slow and steady. With Albine's leg damaged and the storm pelting them with icy rain and wind, progress was painful. Brian stared upward at the gloomy sky and sighed. It just wasn't his day. First, he falls down a tunnel into who-knows-where and ends up in a collapsing cavern right next to a vengeful Barigator. Then, just when they escape, they are attacked by Rev Raptors. Now this. Could it possibly get any worse? Brushing rainwater out of his eyes, Brian continued his long trek home.
The summit was finally in sight now. Mentally, Brian was relieved. The storm had gotten much worse, alternating from hail to blustering wind. Dashing forward, Brian stood on the mountaintop and beckoned to Albine.
"Look Albine! It is all-downhill from here. We can get you fixed soo- What?!"
The once beautiful town of Morlsevort was burnt to the ground. The rain dampened the smoldering fires that were turning the buildings into ash. Smoke drifted upward like a black omen, making the sky even darker. People were rushing about, tending to the wounded, while white ambulance trucks stood on hand. Women and children were grieving in the center of the town while the men struggled to cope with the losses as well. There had obviously been a big fire. But Brian was awestruck. How could such a large and tragic fire have started while it was raining? There was only one possible conclusion. This had been the work of mercenaries! Sliding down the mountainside, Brian called urgently to his white zoid.
"Albine, come! We have got to see what's up!"
Sertha blinked back tears as she watched the rest of the town through a watery veil. She had black hair and blue eyes, which were now clouded with tears. Her scarlet dress was soiled with rainwater, and mud crusted her features. Earlier this morning, an enormous fleet of War Sharks from an Imperial sea base known as the Kraken's Fortress laid waste to the coastal town of Morlsevort. They had demanded every rich or ounce of profit that the town could offer. Stubbornly the residents had refused, believing that the War Sharks pilots were only traders like the ones scheduled to come that afternoon. It was then that they had disposed of the city, burning it to the ground. Many were killed, including Sertha's sister, her good friend Mr. Krocket, and her son, Brian, was also believed to be dead. Silently she grieved to herself, asking God how such a thing could happen. Lightning flashed across the sky, presiding over the dispirited scene.
Brian ran into the city and immediately began to search for his mother and father. The residents looked strangely at him, as if he was a miracle, and then turned their gaze to the white Barigator. Then they resumed their weeping. Everywhere were medics lifting the injured into the ambulances, and blood stained the ground. Brian finally came across his house. It was charred, but still standing. He rushed inside, dreading what he might find within. To his relief, he discovered his mother unharmed.
"Mom! What happened! You're okay! Where's dad? WHERE'S DAD??!"
Sertha looked at him as though she could not believe her eyes. After staring at Brian for some time, she finally recognized him as real and brought him into a boa-constrictor embrace.
"Brian! You're alive! Your father and I were so worried."
When she eventually let go of him, Brian questioned her again.
"What happened, and where's dad?"
Sertha related the sad tale.
"Our city was attacked by zoids from an Imperial sea base. They attacked because we refused to give them our city's profit. Our Protectors fought back, but they were outnumbered. Everyone thought you were dead Brian. This is such a relief."
"And where's dad?"
"He is in the basement, repairing the zoids lost in the battle. He hopes to rebuild new zoids to protect us, in case we are attacked again."
"Can I see him? I found a wild zoid, and it needs treatment."
"Yes. You may go. Your father will be happy to see you."
Brian walked down the stairs into their spacious basement. Spotting his dad, Brian ran forward and hailed his father.
"Dad!"
His father turned around to face the speaker. Other than his height, Herro was a mirror image of his son. Brown hair, hazel eyes, and the family birthmark- a curved triangle near his left eye- they all corresponded with Brian. Normally, Herro was an optimistic man who always noticed the silver lining of situations, but now he wore a tired and weary complexion of one who had just been doing tedious work. His face creased into a smile as Brian approached.
"Dad!"
"Brian!"
Brian halted as he let his dad hug him. After he had been released, Herro questioned his son.
"Where have you been, Brian? Sertha and I have been worried!"
As briefly as he could, Brian explained how he had found Albine in an underground cavern. He knew that it was going to sound far-fetched, but his dad seemed to believe the strange tale.
"So where is this zoid now?"
"Here, he's outside."
Brian brought Herro outside, where it was still raining quite hard. Albine lay groaning underneath a makeshift canopy. The pale beast seemed relieved to find Brian approaching, and wagged his tail expectantly. Herro looked the Barigator up and down, muttering under his breath. He then turned to Brian.
"He'll be okay. I think your Albine needs some armor and weapons if he is going to be a Protector. After all, that is what you're going to request, right?"
Herro had taken the words straight out of Brian's mouth. The boy had been waiting to have a zoid of his own all his life and become a Protector, but was too ashamed to ask. Brian merely nodded.
"Alright then. I'll take Albine to the basement and see what I can do. You go inside with your mother. She'll probably need some comforting after what has happened."
Later that night. Brian lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Outside, the rain continued its onslaught of icy fury as it pelted the windows with hail. Brian could not sleep; not after what had taken place. How could this happen? Many innocent villagers had been killed, including Mr. Krocket. It would have been a prosperous season for him in his watch shop had the War Sharks never came. How could anyone do something so cruel? Brian slammed his fist down on the table frustratedly. Why hadn't he been there to help? If it hadn't been for Albine and the cavern, he could've helped fought those enemy zoids off. He could've stopped this all from happening. No. "I can't think about the past like this. What I can do right now, that's the question." he thought. Brian began to pace the room impatiently. An idea struck him. Scribbling down a note and sticking it to his bed, Brian quietly crept into the basement.
To be continued.
Disclaimer: I don't own zoids. (imagines herself surrounded by zoid models and swimming in riches) Life is so unfair.
By the way, thanks Hog of Hedges and DS (especially DS) for reviewing. I appreciate it!