ZOIDS: Thunderstruck Dawn: Ep.1 Discovery
Four hundred years after the fall of the Ancient Zoidiens:
A colorful bird of bright blue plumage perched upon a tree branch and let forth a melodious call, which was promptly answered by another bird of the same species. Again the azure creature cried, its musical voice breathing life into the waking forest community. The sun rose, and this was the signal for the birds to begin the morning song. A lark not far from the blue bird trilled a wake-up call, only to find that the other birds had remained silent. Cocking its head curiously, the lark listened as a faint sound became audible. Faint it was at first indeed, but before long it grew louder, into a recognizable and dreaded tell tale call.
-tramp.. tramp.. tramp..-
An owl, abruptly awoken by the noise, stared off in the direction from where the sound seemed to be coming from. Again, it sounded, so loud that it shook the spring time forest and caused the earth to tremble.
-TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP..-
At this point, many of the winged creatures had taken flight in alarm. But the owl, who was wizened, knew that this was the sound of a creature who would never bring harm to the creatures. Feeling secure, the owl ruffled his feathers and settled comfortably into the knoll of his tree.
-TRAMPTRAMPTRAMPTRAMP.. HiiiiiisssssssssssSSSSSS!-
Out of the blue appeared a monstrous creature who consequently stepped into the glade and hissed triumphantly. The dragon stood at a full twenty feet high, and was at least thirty-five feel long from snout to tail. Its red eyes were slanted like snake's, and as the sun shone through them they gleamed like firey rubies. The creature's body was covered in a gleaming black metal armor, fringed with bright yellow features. Its fangs could crush steel; its claws strangle; its talons mangle. The monster's slender neck was bordered with a yellow frill that took form of a reflective panel, and it gave the creature a hostile and intimidating appearance. Its strong back legs and whip-like tail were lined with blood-red razor blades, capable of carving through any opponent's hide. In the creature's mouth sat a sly blaster, and on its forehead were a pair of red fins, granting the zoid's terrible name, Diloforce!
The Diloforce's eyes flashed as it paced the clearing restlessly, occasionally stopping to sniff at a flower or a bold little mammal who stepped within range. Finally satisfied that no enemies were abroad, the zoid settled down and crouched onto the grassy floor of the glade. As soon as it had sat down, a clear red cockpit door on the zoid's back opened up to reveal a young girl, who leapt from her perch and lay down next to her faithful zoid. Taking in the crisp, clean air, the maiden spoke words of praise to their surroundings.
"Oh Demon, it's beautiful up here! We ought to visit this place more often."
Demon, the Diloforce, growled in acknowledgement and returned his attention to an insignifigant insect crawling on the ground. The girl smiled sweetly and watched a red-breasted robin feed its fledgelings.
The young female pilot had glistening blonde hair, which shone like a many- faceted jewel in the sunlight. Her hair was perfectly straight, except for a single bang that rose and fell, and it tumbled down her back. Zayre, as she had christened herself, had beautiful blue eyes, which never failed to radiate optimism and joy to others. Her skin was a little tan from being out in the sunshine frequently, and she was often seen wearing long-sleeved apparel of fine white silk. Now the young girl, who was coming onto the age of fifteen, redirected her attention to the imposing zoid seated beside her.
"Oh, cheer up and enjoy the sunshine, Demon! Nothing is going to attack us."
Demon growled vaguely and continued to scan the surrounding scenery. Zayre rolled her eyes and chuckled as a squirrel burst forth from the bushes, causing Demon to leap ten feet into the air from fright.
A few hours had past, and Zayre and Demon had some time ago resumed their mid-day stroll. By now the two had breached the ends of the forest and were now traveling through desolate, barren desert. Zayre rode bareback (sitting on the zoid's back, with the cockpit door lifted up and command system not in use) upon her regal zoid as miles of arid landscape flashed past. The sun was now setting, providing relief from the constant heat and illuminating the entire horizon with a flaming, crimson sunset. Zayre gazed wistfully at the beautiful scene before her, while Demon paraded onward, not in the least bit tired.
Suddenly, a halting jerk brought both Zayre and her zoid to their senses. Zayre looked downward and her eyes widened.
Demon roared painfully as he tried to loosen his foot, which was now sunken into what looked like dried quicksand. Zayre, quickly realizing what was going on, hastily lowered the cockpit door and turned on the command system. Thrusting two levers on either side of her forward, she yelled encouragement to her trapped friend.
"C'mon, Demon, I know you can do it! Get us out of here!"
The panicking Diloforce pulled with all his might, but the foot continued to sink alarmingly quickly. Zayre gritted her teeth in frustration as the flaking quicksand began to consume Demon's entire leg. The young pilot that drove the Dilophosaurus-type zoid was baffled as to the solution of the situation, but was willing to try anything at the moment, as desperate as the situation was beginning to be. Suddenly, Demon's foot ceased to move. They had stopped sinking. Zayre breathed a sigh of relief, but her celebration was short-lived. For in the next moment, the entire ground beneath them caved in, and the two fell into complete and utter darkness.
Zayre groaned as she came to her senses. Murmuring softly, the young girl's eyes swam, and visions of darkness came before her. Staggering upright, the pilot took in her surroundings.
She seemed to be in some sort of cave, or maybe a tunnel? Zayre hardly cared. Intent on finding Demon, she groped along the walls in the inky blackness until her hand rested on a sloped plate of metal armor. Zayre stifled a gasp, but smiled when she realized that it was just her Diloforce. Demon growled softly and nuzzled his pilot affectionately with his snout, while Zayre cooed words of comfort to her zoid. Simutaneously, the two remembered their position.
"Listen Demon, you stay here. I'm going forward. I think we are in some underground ruins, and we might find something of importance."
Demon cocked his head and growled sorrowfully, as if to say, "What about me? Are you just going to leave poor little me here, in this dank, dark, dungeon?"
Zayre chuckled and patted her zoid's snout kindly.
"Don't worry Demon, I'll be back real soon. When I am done exploring we can blast our way out of here, 'kay?"
Demon nodded in understanding as Zayre lit a match and peered about her. Light flooded the tunnel, revealing hieroglyphics and ancients runes written by hands as old as time. Selecting a tunnel Zayre found particularly distinctive, she headed forward, guided by the fearless light of the flame.
Ten minutes had flown by unnoticed as Zayre continued her trek. Other than more undistinguishable writings, she had found nothing. Sighing half- heartedly, the young maiden considered turning back, when something caught her eye.
It was a stone that had been embedded into the wall. Approaching it with growing interest, Zayre pressed it cautiously. As if it had been intended for her, the wall swung open, revealing a hidden chamber. Zayre's jaw dropped as she entered the room, stumbling onto something she never believed even to have existed.
There, before her, lay a stasis pod. It was about eight feet high and three feet wide, and by looking intently into its nebulous cytoplasm, Zayre was able to decipher the object's contents. Inside the pod lay a living, breathing organoid. The sound of its heart beating was a homely sound, which eventually became a steady rethym as Zayre spent some time looking for a way to open the pod. Finally, the girl came across a button, which she pressed with excited, trembling hands.
For a few moments, the pod lay untouched, as if nothing had happened. Then, it started. Cracks began to appear all over the pod's surface, and a hazy liquid poured forth from the cracks. The water spilled across the floor, draining the pod of its contents, until a beautiful creature became visible.
The organoid lay curled up into a ball, with its tail clutched tightly in its mouth. Zayre stared at it, speechless, when suddenly the creature opened its filmy eyes. Zayre gazed dreamily at the adorability of the newborn, with its soft eyes and appealing features. But before long even Zayre felt that she had chosen the wrong words.
The organoid let go of its tail and climbed out of the stasis pod, which allowed its observer to get a better look. The organoid was absolutely beautiful. Its skin was the color of the richest gold imaginable, and its eyes were a mysterious silver color. Its head was adorned with a pair of elegant horns, which were so long that they flowed down the organoid's back. Its snout and face were dragon like, as well as its figure. The organoid was robustly built, with a thick, powerful body. Now the incredible creature yawned and stretched its gorgeous silver eagle wings, apparently unaware of the nearby human. The wings were about fifteen feet from wingtip to wingtip, and made up of thin metal strips that resembled bird feathers. As the dragon folded its wings, Zayre got a better look at the tail. Actually, the organoid had three, thin, whip-like tails bound together at the base. The tails fanned energetically through the air, as if they had a mind of their own. At last, the organoid turned and laid its misty, silver gaze upon Zayre. It was then that all hell broke loose.
The golden organoid screeched and waylaid Zayre, the innocent bystander, with a heftily swung wing. Zayre leapt back in surprise, narrowly dodging the knifelike "feathers". The organoid hissed and raised its wing to strike again, when it felt a sudden pressure being applied to its chest. Looking down in surprise, the organoid was shocked at the girl's reaction.
"Please don't, golden organoid! I don't mean to hurt you! Please just stop it!"
The organoid's eyes widened when the girl that she was supposed to be killing was.. Embracing her. Cocking her head, the creature growled quizzically, unsure of what to do. Zayre looked up and smiled sweetly at the organoid.
"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"
As Zayre released the organoid from the hug, the organoid stared inquisitively. There wasn't a trace of fear or anger on the girl's features. Only forgiveness.
"I think I will call you... Corona, because your golden color reminds me of the sun," chirped Zayre, who stepped forward and stroked the golden organoid's snout.
Corona, still recovering from shock, stood motionless as she allowed her new master to stroke her face. Still smiling sweetly, Zayre stepped back and returned to the corridor.
"Come, Corona! I'd like you to meet Demon."
Bewildered, Corona followed her master into the new world.
To be continued..
A/N: Yay! I finally got the Diloforce model! It is cute!!!!!!!! Yeah. Anyway, you thought that Windcutter was going to be in that pod, dind't ya? ^^ Don't worry I got planz for her.
Four hundred years after the fall of the Ancient Zoidiens:
A colorful bird of bright blue plumage perched upon a tree branch and let forth a melodious call, which was promptly answered by another bird of the same species. Again the azure creature cried, its musical voice breathing life into the waking forest community. The sun rose, and this was the signal for the birds to begin the morning song. A lark not far from the blue bird trilled a wake-up call, only to find that the other birds had remained silent. Cocking its head curiously, the lark listened as a faint sound became audible. Faint it was at first indeed, but before long it grew louder, into a recognizable and dreaded tell tale call.
-tramp.. tramp.. tramp..-
An owl, abruptly awoken by the noise, stared off in the direction from where the sound seemed to be coming from. Again, it sounded, so loud that it shook the spring time forest and caused the earth to tremble.
-TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP..-
At this point, many of the winged creatures had taken flight in alarm. But the owl, who was wizened, knew that this was the sound of a creature who would never bring harm to the creatures. Feeling secure, the owl ruffled his feathers and settled comfortably into the knoll of his tree.
-TRAMPTRAMPTRAMPTRAMP.. HiiiiiisssssssssssSSSSSS!-
Out of the blue appeared a monstrous creature who consequently stepped into the glade and hissed triumphantly. The dragon stood at a full twenty feet high, and was at least thirty-five feel long from snout to tail. Its red eyes were slanted like snake's, and as the sun shone through them they gleamed like firey rubies. The creature's body was covered in a gleaming black metal armor, fringed with bright yellow features. Its fangs could crush steel; its claws strangle; its talons mangle. The monster's slender neck was bordered with a yellow frill that took form of a reflective panel, and it gave the creature a hostile and intimidating appearance. Its strong back legs and whip-like tail were lined with blood-red razor blades, capable of carving through any opponent's hide. In the creature's mouth sat a sly blaster, and on its forehead were a pair of red fins, granting the zoid's terrible name, Diloforce!
The Diloforce's eyes flashed as it paced the clearing restlessly, occasionally stopping to sniff at a flower or a bold little mammal who stepped within range. Finally satisfied that no enemies were abroad, the zoid settled down and crouched onto the grassy floor of the glade. As soon as it had sat down, a clear red cockpit door on the zoid's back opened up to reveal a young girl, who leapt from her perch and lay down next to her faithful zoid. Taking in the crisp, clean air, the maiden spoke words of praise to their surroundings.
"Oh Demon, it's beautiful up here! We ought to visit this place more often."
Demon, the Diloforce, growled in acknowledgement and returned his attention to an insignifigant insect crawling on the ground. The girl smiled sweetly and watched a red-breasted robin feed its fledgelings.
The young female pilot had glistening blonde hair, which shone like a many- faceted jewel in the sunlight. Her hair was perfectly straight, except for a single bang that rose and fell, and it tumbled down her back. Zayre, as she had christened herself, had beautiful blue eyes, which never failed to radiate optimism and joy to others. Her skin was a little tan from being out in the sunshine frequently, and she was often seen wearing long-sleeved apparel of fine white silk. Now the young girl, who was coming onto the age of fifteen, redirected her attention to the imposing zoid seated beside her.
"Oh, cheer up and enjoy the sunshine, Demon! Nothing is going to attack us."
Demon growled vaguely and continued to scan the surrounding scenery. Zayre rolled her eyes and chuckled as a squirrel burst forth from the bushes, causing Demon to leap ten feet into the air from fright.
A few hours had past, and Zayre and Demon had some time ago resumed their mid-day stroll. By now the two had breached the ends of the forest and were now traveling through desolate, barren desert. Zayre rode bareback (sitting on the zoid's back, with the cockpit door lifted up and command system not in use) upon her regal zoid as miles of arid landscape flashed past. The sun was now setting, providing relief from the constant heat and illuminating the entire horizon with a flaming, crimson sunset. Zayre gazed wistfully at the beautiful scene before her, while Demon paraded onward, not in the least bit tired.
Suddenly, a halting jerk brought both Zayre and her zoid to their senses. Zayre looked downward and her eyes widened.
Demon roared painfully as he tried to loosen his foot, which was now sunken into what looked like dried quicksand. Zayre, quickly realizing what was going on, hastily lowered the cockpit door and turned on the command system. Thrusting two levers on either side of her forward, she yelled encouragement to her trapped friend.
"C'mon, Demon, I know you can do it! Get us out of here!"
The panicking Diloforce pulled with all his might, but the foot continued to sink alarmingly quickly. Zayre gritted her teeth in frustration as the flaking quicksand began to consume Demon's entire leg. The young pilot that drove the Dilophosaurus-type zoid was baffled as to the solution of the situation, but was willing to try anything at the moment, as desperate as the situation was beginning to be. Suddenly, Demon's foot ceased to move. They had stopped sinking. Zayre breathed a sigh of relief, but her celebration was short-lived. For in the next moment, the entire ground beneath them caved in, and the two fell into complete and utter darkness.
Zayre groaned as she came to her senses. Murmuring softly, the young girl's eyes swam, and visions of darkness came before her. Staggering upright, the pilot took in her surroundings.
She seemed to be in some sort of cave, or maybe a tunnel? Zayre hardly cared. Intent on finding Demon, she groped along the walls in the inky blackness until her hand rested on a sloped plate of metal armor. Zayre stifled a gasp, but smiled when she realized that it was just her Diloforce. Demon growled softly and nuzzled his pilot affectionately with his snout, while Zayre cooed words of comfort to her zoid. Simutaneously, the two remembered their position.
"Listen Demon, you stay here. I'm going forward. I think we are in some underground ruins, and we might find something of importance."
Demon cocked his head and growled sorrowfully, as if to say, "What about me? Are you just going to leave poor little me here, in this dank, dark, dungeon?"
Zayre chuckled and patted her zoid's snout kindly.
"Don't worry Demon, I'll be back real soon. When I am done exploring we can blast our way out of here, 'kay?"
Demon nodded in understanding as Zayre lit a match and peered about her. Light flooded the tunnel, revealing hieroglyphics and ancients runes written by hands as old as time. Selecting a tunnel Zayre found particularly distinctive, she headed forward, guided by the fearless light of the flame.
Ten minutes had flown by unnoticed as Zayre continued her trek. Other than more undistinguishable writings, she had found nothing. Sighing half- heartedly, the young maiden considered turning back, when something caught her eye.
It was a stone that had been embedded into the wall. Approaching it with growing interest, Zayre pressed it cautiously. As if it had been intended for her, the wall swung open, revealing a hidden chamber. Zayre's jaw dropped as she entered the room, stumbling onto something she never believed even to have existed.
There, before her, lay a stasis pod. It was about eight feet high and three feet wide, and by looking intently into its nebulous cytoplasm, Zayre was able to decipher the object's contents. Inside the pod lay a living, breathing organoid. The sound of its heart beating was a homely sound, which eventually became a steady rethym as Zayre spent some time looking for a way to open the pod. Finally, the girl came across a button, which she pressed with excited, trembling hands.
For a few moments, the pod lay untouched, as if nothing had happened. Then, it started. Cracks began to appear all over the pod's surface, and a hazy liquid poured forth from the cracks. The water spilled across the floor, draining the pod of its contents, until a beautiful creature became visible.
The organoid lay curled up into a ball, with its tail clutched tightly in its mouth. Zayre stared at it, speechless, when suddenly the creature opened its filmy eyes. Zayre gazed dreamily at the adorability of the newborn, with its soft eyes and appealing features. But before long even Zayre felt that she had chosen the wrong words.
The organoid let go of its tail and climbed out of the stasis pod, which allowed its observer to get a better look. The organoid was absolutely beautiful. Its skin was the color of the richest gold imaginable, and its eyes were a mysterious silver color. Its head was adorned with a pair of elegant horns, which were so long that they flowed down the organoid's back. Its snout and face were dragon like, as well as its figure. The organoid was robustly built, with a thick, powerful body. Now the incredible creature yawned and stretched its gorgeous silver eagle wings, apparently unaware of the nearby human. The wings were about fifteen feet from wingtip to wingtip, and made up of thin metal strips that resembled bird feathers. As the dragon folded its wings, Zayre got a better look at the tail. Actually, the organoid had three, thin, whip-like tails bound together at the base. The tails fanned energetically through the air, as if they had a mind of their own. At last, the organoid turned and laid its misty, silver gaze upon Zayre. It was then that all hell broke loose.
The golden organoid screeched and waylaid Zayre, the innocent bystander, with a heftily swung wing. Zayre leapt back in surprise, narrowly dodging the knifelike "feathers". The organoid hissed and raised its wing to strike again, when it felt a sudden pressure being applied to its chest. Looking down in surprise, the organoid was shocked at the girl's reaction.
"Please don't, golden organoid! I don't mean to hurt you! Please just stop it!"
The organoid's eyes widened when the girl that she was supposed to be killing was.. Embracing her. Cocking her head, the creature growled quizzically, unsure of what to do. Zayre looked up and smiled sweetly at the organoid.
"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"
As Zayre released the organoid from the hug, the organoid stared inquisitively. There wasn't a trace of fear or anger on the girl's features. Only forgiveness.
"I think I will call you... Corona, because your golden color reminds me of the sun," chirped Zayre, who stepped forward and stroked the golden organoid's snout.
Corona, still recovering from shock, stood motionless as she allowed her new master to stroke her face. Still smiling sweetly, Zayre stepped back and returned to the corridor.
"Come, Corona! I'd like you to meet Demon."
Bewildered, Corona followed her master into the new world.
To be continued..
A/N: Yay! I finally got the Diloforce model! It is cute!!!!!!!! Yeah. Anyway, you thought that Windcutter was going to be in that pod, dind't ya? ^^ Don't worry I got planz for her.
