Zoids: Counterforce

Pyroteknix

Thanks to my good friends for supporting me and giving me ideas! Especially for the characters!

Disclaimer: Anything in my story that has anything to do with Zoids tm does not belong to me, I just stuck them in my own twisted world.

Lt. Max and Lt.RG of the Preventers ride through the darkness in their Command Wolf and Dibison, Max lazily piloting the Command Wolf while RG kept a vigilant watch for anything as he seriously controlled his giant zoid. "I don't mind fighting battles alongside you, Max, but going on missions with you is completely different." RG complains, the tiring work of guiding his zoid through a mountain pass and over frozen tundra, which they were currently in, getting to him. Max replies in his usual immature voice. "Geez, its not my fault you're piloting your zoid like somethings going to pop out any minute." RG snaps back tensely "What if something does then?" Max smiles. "I wipe him out of the face of this planet." RG whacks his head in surrender. "You're impossible to argue with." Max smiles even more. "Thank you o great and all-knowing one." He says mockingly. "Can't you say something intelligent for a change?" "Don't think so." RG pounds his control panel in frustration. "I can't believe they sent me on a mission during the annual Preventer zoid competition!!!" Max slumps in his seat. "So I've heard, about, let's see, 27 times. RG, it's not that important." RG glares at him. "Okay, okay, maybe it is." Max says, shrinking in his seat.

JC walks confidently in the steel plated corridor of the Preventer base as he heads toward the base's zoid arena. Thoughts of winning the annual Preventer zoid competition racing through his mind as he thought of various ways to pulverize Dean, the top ranking fighter so far. "After I win this," he thought happily, "I'll be even more famous around here than Max, RG or any other high ranking official." Max never bothered to enter the contest, thinking of "better" ways to spend his time such as playing checkers against the computer, which made him checkers king in the base, and drawing battle plans, a few of his hobbies. JC knows that RG was bent on finally being more than just 3rd place in this tournament, after spending 6 tournaments, 2 contests every year, inferior in ranking to Guio and Dean. But unfortunately, he was assigned to a mision with the king of all good- for-nothings, Max. "Hey JC, sorry to burst your bubble, but you better get ready to be beaten." Dean says, glowing in the power and fame you get after winning a competition of 500 people 6 years running. "I've got a few tricks up both my sleeves, JC. Tricks you can't beat." JC shoots back. "Well even your tricks won't save you Dean, cuz I've got 5 aces in my hand. Now excuse me, I've got a match to win." Dean smiles as JC walks away. "This guy's gonna be a serious contender for me and Guio." Guio walks out of hiding place in the shadows. "Maybe." He says dryly. Guio and Dean grin and high five each other.

"JC versus Jico in the first match for today! And here comes the green light." 4 red lights turn on, closing in on the emerald light which will start the match between JC and his Gunsniper versus Jico, a quiet and reserved boy, and his Helcat, a small cat-type zoid with stealth capabilities. "and.GO!!!" Jico's Helcat disappears in a flash, shocking JC who never saw a zoid with stealth capabilities. "And it looks like Jico is going for an easy win!" Gritting his teeth, JC focuses searching the ground for any abnormal patterns, finally spotting a circle of footsteps around him. "He should be right here." He says, taking in the damage reports as the Helcat strafed him. "Now!!!" Firing his machine guns at a seemingly empty spot, he scores a direct hit on the stealth activator of the agile zoid, removing Jico's cloak. Firing shots everywhere, JC desperately tries to attack the elusive Helcat, his nervous attitude the exact opposite of the calm, almost scary, expression of Jico. Jico's feline zoid pounces at the Gunsniper like a cat on a mouse. Cleverly anticipating the attack, JC ducks and fires his missiles straight up as Jico was directly above him. Sending the Helcat to the ground, JC changes his Gunsniper's attack mode to sniping mode and lays the glowing crosshair on the leg of the Helcat, a vital part of that particular zoid as it relies heavily on it's agility. In less than a second the battle is over as JC disables the Helcat with an armor-piercing sniper bullet. "And JC wins the match!" The commentator announces. JC shakes hands with his opponent, his rival's face in its usual quiet yet intelligent expression after the exciting battle. "Good match Jico!" JC says, congratulating his opponent. Jico merely nods while smiling as he walks away. JC shrugs, silently being freaked out at his ex-opponent's silence. Jico turns to face JC. " Oh, and your zoids right leg alignment is off by around 37 degrees." The silent boy informs JC. A little while later, "Hey Marv! Can you check my zoids right leg alignment?" Marvin, the mechanic in Max's squad of soldiers, looks up from tuning his zoid, a Shadow Fox, which just came from a match in Marv's, as the soldiers like to call him, favor. "Sure." A few minutes afterward, "It's off by 35 degrees. I'll fix it in a snap." JC looks amazed as he recalled what the Helcat pilot Jico said, ".off by around 37 degrees." "I'd like someone like him on my team." JC says, thinking of the modifications Jico could make on his Gunsniper to improve its combat potential and bring him a few steps nearer to beating Raven or Max. In the Odlan Ice Mountains, Lt. RG rappelled down the cliffside of the Iuga Drop, a sheer descent of more than 300 ft. "Stampede to Osiris, I am clear of the cliff. Proceeding with patrol." Max's voice comes out in staticky bursts. "This is Osiris, hurry up! The potatoes are freezing up already!" RG squinted in the direction of a small flash of light. He rubbed his eyes as he stared at what appeared to be a mountain, which was apparently getting distorted by some immense energy field. Checking his tracker, he radioed Max back in camp. "This is Stampede, send me the energy readouts for the coordinates 37,42." "This is Osiris, will do. Return to base, we still need to head for Mt. Isolina's rebuilt city." RG grabbed his pickaxe and made his way up the cliff wall again. RG was halfway through his climb when Max radioed him. Reaching for his radio with his weary arms, he answered unenthusiastically. "Cut the codenames RG, it's a cloaking field." RG almost drops his radio in surprise. "Damn! The rebel army is getting supplied by someone then." RG replies. "I wonder who it could be? There are only a few people who can afford stealth technology that isnt on a Helcat." Max answers back. "Max, call HQ now. We need air support." Max replies in a panicky manner. "I can't reach them! Were being jammed!" RG groans dejectedly "Were going to die."

End of chapter 4