Note: Yay! This chapter will kind of explain all that mumbo-jumbo in part
two. I hope. And who the hell is Lt. Blitz Flyheight?! *cough cough*
-RaVen0us.
Cruel Intentions
By RaVen0us
Part three: Brothers
---Lieutenant Blitz Flyheight.
---Raven
In the interrogation room
Thomas finds his head pounding like hell, but the pain nothing compared to the swollen eye and the nasty punch in the jaw he got from a bunch of crazy republicans. He is very confused, finding himself a couple of hours ago with Beek going berserk with a sudden over ride of the system and his Dibison going amuck all of the sudden. Then there is this strong flashing light. He could hear his brother, who is following him from not so far behind with his Saber Fang (replaced after the Iron Kong MK II was destroyed -author) yelling at him to move away. But then, it was too late.
He was engulfed by this strange light, and then suddenly he was transferred into the battlefield. He opened his eyes, the portable Beek is still attached to him---but he is not in his zoid. "What the fu---" he gasped,
What the hell was he doing in a genobreaker?
He stared to his suit; he is wearing something else different. It seems to be a custom made suit and body armor of violet, silver and black. It is not the colors he wears.
"Don't move! We have you surrounded you bastard from the empire!" came a mocking voice that echoed through the air, he glanced up. There in front of him was a couple of command wolfs---and a Dibison! The familiar mocking voice was coming from the Dibison itself. "By the power invested in me by the republic, I Lt. Blitz Flyheight would take you down!"
'Who the fuck is THAT?'
Confused, he managed to link the comlink with the other Lieutenant in the Dibison, "This is Lieutenant Thomas Schubaltz, I came from the guardian force from the Im---"
"His crazy, Take him down!!"
Before he knew it, came the rapid ammo exploding and gun fires all over, crushing the genobreaker. He didn't know how to operate the powerful zoid, but was able to make it move, trying to get it away from this sudden attack as fast as possible.
"His trying to get away!"
"Not this time---Meglomax!" (I'm not sure of the spelling- author)
The dibison confronted the genobreaker with a powerful direct spontaneous blast. So strong, that Thomas swore he must have passed out by then. He remembered hazily, some voices calling for a retreat.
"The colonel wants you to stop this instant; the enemy is not attacking back."
"He is still deadly; we won't let him get away! It's better that he be finished right now--"
"Then if you don't want to listen to him as a colonel, then try listening him as your brother."
'Brother'?
Thomas recalled a mild volley of curses coming from the familiar voice in the dibison, then the next thing he knew he was being dragged out the cock pit. He tried to move, explain himself-but he received a blow in the gut, then to the jaw and to the face until he grew numb and pain. Damn, he is almost next to being unconscious, and then they still beat him up?
He was being swarmed by the pilots from the republic, being frisked away, including the mysterious pilot from the Dibison, who is wearing a masked helmet to hide his features.
"I bet the Colonel won't mind that I beat him up before interrogating him,"
"Colonel Van Flyheight won't be pleased, after all, that's brutality sir!"
/What? Van is the Colonel of the republic---and he has a lieutenant brother? Hey! /
"You know damn better mate, that same man nearly killed me and gave me these scars." The pilot muttered, stretching out his palms, hideously scarred.
/I think I heard of someone having those scars--/
More amalgam of voices ensued, most of them trying to placate the Lieutenant.
He heard a seething angry noise coming from him, as he seems to silently rage at the scarred hands. "Damn it, why am I always surrounded by punks who don't know anything about piloting zoids?" the lieutenant muttered, "The more punks like him we take out there, the more chances this damn war in Zi would be finally over."
"They do call for a ceasefire four years ago, Lt. Flyheight--"
"Yeah, till that bastard re-surfaced after THOSE four years, and killed his Majesty. They placed the blame on us republicans again."
/His Majesty Rudolf? Assassinated? What in the wor---/
Thomas is becoming increasingly disoriented; listening to the conversation is like listening to a big hideous lie. Another thing he noticed is this 'Lt. Flyheight' has a dire lack of military ethics. He never heard such person cursed in the battlefield and speak with arrogance and contempt. And he is Col. Van Flyheight's 'brother'. For some reason, he remembered his own brother, the Imperial army colonel, Karl.
'Hmph, Karl wouldn't put up to such attitude--' he seemed to faintly smile in memory, every time Karl would stiffly reprimand him with the formalities. He can't help himself, it's just every time he sees Karl he keep on spouting excitedly 'big bro'. He even wondered, if Karl would get any stoical with his military business, it is better having a chunk of lifeless rock for a big brother.
He never thought that Karl cared for him deeply in a way that is too complex to understand.
When he joined him among his patrols, he was eager to have him by his side. Karl seems to warm up with his company easily, he even told Thomas that if they are not into the mission objective just call him by his name and just be like normal brothers. But the stay in the tavern finally changed that, they said that in wine there is truth---and in this case, Karl drank a liquor too many. He had to carry him upstairs at the room they shared. Then Karl starts spouting strange words and then proceeds to kiss him unnaturally---and almost raped him. And when he hit him so hard, his senses jarred back, the colonel confessed of his true feelings. He never really meant to harm him---it's just he loved him so much, so much that he would go insane--
He loved him much more than a brother.
Confused, appalled and totally devastated on Karl's revelation. He tried to avoid him the best that he could, trying to avert his mind on anything else that remind him of his brother, the Imperial Army Colonel. How could he do this to him? He looked up to him as his role model for his whole life! How can he trust his own brother for what he almost did to him-feel for him? He does not know the answer yet--- that's why he had to go.
Even though he resumed his duties as a GF team member alongside with Flyheight and the sunshine of his life Miss Fiona, he can't shake the thought that somewhere---Karl is watching him, following him---waiting for the chance to confront and talk to him. His suspicions were confirmed, when one day during in a stimulation program he finds out that one of the dummies are actually real and it is Karl's Saber fang.
"Thomas, I want to talk to you."
The words sends waves of panic to him, he knew Karl is doing this for a personal reason. For why should he address him with his name without any formalities?
"No! Leave me alone!" he snapped, and over came by a sudden impulse, he incidentally fired some ammo to the saber fang. Knocking momentarily Karl off guard, he ran off with his Dibison, not knowing where but only one thing for sure---where Karl wouldn't reach him. He ran and ran until he reached through some wood lands and mountains, and unfortunately, Karl's saber fang not so far behind him.
"Watch out!!"
It was a word of warning from him, the next thing he knew Beek went into an over drive and the Dibison had gone berserk. Then ahead of him, is the strangest blinding ball of light he ever saw. Karl tried to dodge it away with his Zoid, but it was too late, the Dibison got sucked into the light. Up to the last moment, he can hear his brother's voice calling for him--- trying to reach out to protect him, trying to save him. Even if he still rejects at the sight of him, he will and always be going to be there to look out for him-no matter what have changed between them.
/Karl---/
"Lieutenant, check this out--"
Thomas could hear a voice and everything seem to fell back to reality. Still in a half-conscious state, he felt the republican soldier kneel down and take a closer inspection to him, touching the left side of his cheek.
"It looks like a communicator of some sort sir. Don't you think it's---?"
They are talking about his portable connection to Beek, he hardly removes it. Right now, he doesn't want it to be removed from him---it's the only damned thing he had that might help him back.
"Destroy it." The lieutenant muttered, pulling off his helmet and mask and donned back the pair of gloves.
/No! /
His body is too weak to move, he felt the gloved hand trying to pry the link of his head. He wouldn't let that arrogant so called lieutenant have his way---Thomas mustered every ounce of strength left to open his eyes, and lunged defensively forward, trying to get the accessory back from the Lieutenant's hands. In doing so, he managed to see the face of his surprised captor.
Lt. Blitz Flyheight has a red mark on his right cheek, a tuft of longish dark gray hair and a mocking pair of indigo eyes.
He grabbed the lieutenant's collar, shaking him "RAVEN! You are---"
A sudden firm fist coming from Blitz hit him solid straight to the guts. With a surprised look in his eyes, Thomas finally passed out this time.
"-and my name is not Raven, punk. Know to address a republican officer." Blitz muttered, passing the metal gadgetry to a soldier as he kicked the now unconscious Thomas to the floor.
"Are we going to destroy it, Lieutenant Sir?"
Blitz hesitated for awhile, "No---I think its better we keep it. He would have a lot of confessing up to do with me and big bro-I mean, the Colonel."
"Yes, lieutenant sir."
Blitz fixed his collar, letting out a small 'hmphing' sound and then wondered
'Who in Zi is Raven?'
Cruel Intentions
By RaVen0us
Part three: Brothers
---Lieutenant Blitz Flyheight.
---Raven
In the interrogation room
Thomas finds his head pounding like hell, but the pain nothing compared to the swollen eye and the nasty punch in the jaw he got from a bunch of crazy republicans. He is very confused, finding himself a couple of hours ago with Beek going berserk with a sudden over ride of the system and his Dibison going amuck all of the sudden. Then there is this strong flashing light. He could hear his brother, who is following him from not so far behind with his Saber Fang (replaced after the Iron Kong MK II was destroyed -author) yelling at him to move away. But then, it was too late.
He was engulfed by this strange light, and then suddenly he was transferred into the battlefield. He opened his eyes, the portable Beek is still attached to him---but he is not in his zoid. "What the fu---" he gasped,
What the hell was he doing in a genobreaker?
He stared to his suit; he is wearing something else different. It seems to be a custom made suit and body armor of violet, silver and black. It is not the colors he wears.
"Don't move! We have you surrounded you bastard from the empire!" came a mocking voice that echoed through the air, he glanced up. There in front of him was a couple of command wolfs---and a Dibison! The familiar mocking voice was coming from the Dibison itself. "By the power invested in me by the republic, I Lt. Blitz Flyheight would take you down!"
'Who the fuck is THAT?'
Confused, he managed to link the comlink with the other Lieutenant in the Dibison, "This is Lieutenant Thomas Schubaltz, I came from the guardian force from the Im---"
"His crazy, Take him down!!"
Before he knew it, came the rapid ammo exploding and gun fires all over, crushing the genobreaker. He didn't know how to operate the powerful zoid, but was able to make it move, trying to get it away from this sudden attack as fast as possible.
"His trying to get away!"
"Not this time---Meglomax!" (I'm not sure of the spelling- author)
The dibison confronted the genobreaker with a powerful direct spontaneous blast. So strong, that Thomas swore he must have passed out by then. He remembered hazily, some voices calling for a retreat.
"The colonel wants you to stop this instant; the enemy is not attacking back."
"He is still deadly; we won't let him get away! It's better that he be finished right now--"
"Then if you don't want to listen to him as a colonel, then try listening him as your brother."
'Brother'?
Thomas recalled a mild volley of curses coming from the familiar voice in the dibison, then the next thing he knew he was being dragged out the cock pit. He tried to move, explain himself-but he received a blow in the gut, then to the jaw and to the face until he grew numb and pain. Damn, he is almost next to being unconscious, and then they still beat him up?
He was being swarmed by the pilots from the republic, being frisked away, including the mysterious pilot from the Dibison, who is wearing a masked helmet to hide his features.
"I bet the Colonel won't mind that I beat him up before interrogating him,"
"Colonel Van Flyheight won't be pleased, after all, that's brutality sir!"
/What? Van is the Colonel of the republic---and he has a lieutenant brother? Hey! /
"You know damn better mate, that same man nearly killed me and gave me these scars." The pilot muttered, stretching out his palms, hideously scarred.
/I think I heard of someone having those scars--/
More amalgam of voices ensued, most of them trying to placate the Lieutenant.
He heard a seething angry noise coming from him, as he seems to silently rage at the scarred hands. "Damn it, why am I always surrounded by punks who don't know anything about piloting zoids?" the lieutenant muttered, "The more punks like him we take out there, the more chances this damn war in Zi would be finally over."
"They do call for a ceasefire four years ago, Lt. Flyheight--"
"Yeah, till that bastard re-surfaced after THOSE four years, and killed his Majesty. They placed the blame on us republicans again."
/His Majesty Rudolf? Assassinated? What in the wor---/
Thomas is becoming increasingly disoriented; listening to the conversation is like listening to a big hideous lie. Another thing he noticed is this 'Lt. Flyheight' has a dire lack of military ethics. He never heard such person cursed in the battlefield and speak with arrogance and contempt. And he is Col. Van Flyheight's 'brother'. For some reason, he remembered his own brother, the Imperial army colonel, Karl.
'Hmph, Karl wouldn't put up to such attitude--' he seemed to faintly smile in memory, every time Karl would stiffly reprimand him with the formalities. He can't help himself, it's just every time he sees Karl he keep on spouting excitedly 'big bro'. He even wondered, if Karl would get any stoical with his military business, it is better having a chunk of lifeless rock for a big brother.
He never thought that Karl cared for him deeply in a way that is too complex to understand.
When he joined him among his patrols, he was eager to have him by his side. Karl seems to warm up with his company easily, he even told Thomas that if they are not into the mission objective just call him by his name and just be like normal brothers. But the stay in the tavern finally changed that, they said that in wine there is truth---and in this case, Karl drank a liquor too many. He had to carry him upstairs at the room they shared. Then Karl starts spouting strange words and then proceeds to kiss him unnaturally---and almost raped him. And when he hit him so hard, his senses jarred back, the colonel confessed of his true feelings. He never really meant to harm him---it's just he loved him so much, so much that he would go insane--
He loved him much more than a brother.
Confused, appalled and totally devastated on Karl's revelation. He tried to avoid him the best that he could, trying to avert his mind on anything else that remind him of his brother, the Imperial Army Colonel. How could he do this to him? He looked up to him as his role model for his whole life! How can he trust his own brother for what he almost did to him-feel for him? He does not know the answer yet--- that's why he had to go.
Even though he resumed his duties as a GF team member alongside with Flyheight and the sunshine of his life Miss Fiona, he can't shake the thought that somewhere---Karl is watching him, following him---waiting for the chance to confront and talk to him. His suspicions were confirmed, when one day during in a stimulation program he finds out that one of the dummies are actually real and it is Karl's Saber fang.
"Thomas, I want to talk to you."
The words sends waves of panic to him, he knew Karl is doing this for a personal reason. For why should he address him with his name without any formalities?
"No! Leave me alone!" he snapped, and over came by a sudden impulse, he incidentally fired some ammo to the saber fang. Knocking momentarily Karl off guard, he ran off with his Dibison, not knowing where but only one thing for sure---where Karl wouldn't reach him. He ran and ran until he reached through some wood lands and mountains, and unfortunately, Karl's saber fang not so far behind him.
"Watch out!!"
It was a word of warning from him, the next thing he knew Beek went into an over drive and the Dibison had gone berserk. Then ahead of him, is the strangest blinding ball of light he ever saw. Karl tried to dodge it away with his Zoid, but it was too late, the Dibison got sucked into the light. Up to the last moment, he can hear his brother's voice calling for him--- trying to reach out to protect him, trying to save him. Even if he still rejects at the sight of him, he will and always be going to be there to look out for him-no matter what have changed between them.
/Karl---/
"Lieutenant, check this out--"
Thomas could hear a voice and everything seem to fell back to reality. Still in a half-conscious state, he felt the republican soldier kneel down and take a closer inspection to him, touching the left side of his cheek.
"It looks like a communicator of some sort sir. Don't you think it's---?"
They are talking about his portable connection to Beek, he hardly removes it. Right now, he doesn't want it to be removed from him---it's the only damned thing he had that might help him back.
"Destroy it." The lieutenant muttered, pulling off his helmet and mask and donned back the pair of gloves.
/No! /
His body is too weak to move, he felt the gloved hand trying to pry the link of his head. He wouldn't let that arrogant so called lieutenant have his way---Thomas mustered every ounce of strength left to open his eyes, and lunged defensively forward, trying to get the accessory back from the Lieutenant's hands. In doing so, he managed to see the face of his surprised captor.
Lt. Blitz Flyheight has a red mark on his right cheek, a tuft of longish dark gray hair and a mocking pair of indigo eyes.
He grabbed the lieutenant's collar, shaking him "RAVEN! You are---"
A sudden firm fist coming from Blitz hit him solid straight to the guts. With a surprised look in his eyes, Thomas finally passed out this time.
"-and my name is not Raven, punk. Know to address a republican officer." Blitz muttered, passing the metal gadgetry to a soldier as he kicked the now unconscious Thomas to the floor.
"Are we going to destroy it, Lieutenant Sir?"
Blitz hesitated for awhile, "No---I think its better we keep it. He would have a lot of confessing up to do with me and big bro-I mean, the Colonel."
"Yes, lieutenant sir."
Blitz fixed his collar, letting out a small 'hmphing' sound and then wondered
'Who in Zi is Raven?'