Zoids: Counterforce
Pyroteknix
5 hours after the previous chapter.. High above the Isolina Mt. Range, 2 Storm Sworders circle the approximate location of Max's Command Wolf's fall like a team of hawks scanning the ground their prey. Both Storm Sworders' wings are decorated with a ribbon insignia of differing colors, the symbol of the Republic Air Team, also known as RAT. Inside of the Storm Swoder with a green ribbon, the pilot calls back to his partner. "Hey! Let's go back and asks for replacements, our shift is up!" The pilot in the Storm Sworder with a brown symbol gives thumbs up and pilots his flying zoid back to base. Unknown to the 2 RAT pilots, their silver zoids were being watched by two pairs of eyes. Seconds after the Storm Sworder began to retreat a missile slammed into its wing, decimating the wing entirely. "I've taken damag.Aaaah!" The pilot never finishes his sentence as 2 black Redlers scream out from the shadows like phantoms and fire bullets straight through the RAT zoid. "This is Silver 51! Were being. Aaaargh!" The remaining zoid is blasted into oblivion as 2 missiles collide with its back, exploding into a gigantic fireball. Zooming through the flames like black devils, the 2 Dragon type zoids turn and head back to the rebel base. Corporal Myki of the RAT watches with frustration as he brings his fist down on his desk. Calling for his secretary with a push of a button, he asks the nervous woman to call for two of his finest pilots. "We can't spend anymore lives, call in Srgt. Ian and Srgt. Nico right away!" He says hastily, slamming down the phone on his mahogany desk. RAT policy stated that two pilots must always fly together as a team and nobody else filled this rule as snugly as the brothers, coincidentally the cousins of Lt. Max as well, Ian and Nico. Not surprisingly, the brothers' parents were both the best team of the RAT when they were in and the siblings follow their lineage well. A few minutes later, the 2 flyers appear in Myki's office, greeting their commanding officer with a traditional salute. The elder one, Ian, respectfully asks for the reason of their visit. "Srgt. Ian, Srgt. Nico, you have been assigned to the Isolina Mission." Myki replies in his commanding voice. Scratching his head, the slightly younger Nico questions the harassed officer. "Weren't Mark and Buster working on that mission?" Nico asks, referring to the now dead pilots who piloted the Storm Sworders with the brown and green ribbon insignias. Sadly shaking his head, Corporal Myki looks at the screen on his wall, the two pilots following his gaze to a freeze frame of the flaming leftovers of the Storm Sworders lying on the snowy ground. Solemnly bowing their heads for a while, the two pilots look straight in the eyes of Corporal Myki, their own filled with the fire of determination. "Your mission is to rescue a fallen Preventer." Myki stares at the pilots as he briefed them on their next assignment. "His name is Lt. Max and he pilots a Command Wolf Urban with a modified weapon." Ian flinches uncomfortably as Max's name comes up. "As in our cousin?" Nico asks, blinking repeatedly, thinking of the cheery and somewhat insane face of Max appeared in his mind. "Yes, your cousin. Now go to your zoids, I'll send you the last known location of Max." Saluting the corporal with respect, the two pilots jog towards their Storm Sworders.
"Sir, we have eliminated the RAT threat along with the Preventers' own air force completely." The proud face of one of the black Redler pilots says maliciously while kneeling in respect to their leader, his mind filled with the memories of pilots screaming as their zoids go down in flames before they can even guess whom they're fighting. His partner stands up to face their captain, his arms rigidly straight as he stands at attention. "Sir, I do believe that they will send reinforcements. Shall we welcome them to our base?" He asks, a twinkle in his eye as he reached the word welcome. Smiling evilly, the mastermind behind the rebirth of the rebels, the destruction of JC's village, among a number of other towns that were burnt to the ground by Raven's Genobreaker, answers back, his voice filled with malice."No. Its about time we showed ourselves."
Somewhere inside the rebel base, Lt. Max woke up inside of his Command Wolf and rubbed his forehead where he hit his cockpit during the fight with the Storm Sworders. "What hit me?" He said rather dazedly while he squinted his eyes. "Wait, I remember now!" He thought, the memory slamming into him like a Dark Horn. Reflexively bringing up his fists, he suddenly realized he was inside his zoid and in no immediate danger. Opening the back of his seat to check for his stuff, which was no longer there, he laughed at his own ingenuity. Opening the bottom of his cockpit seat, laughing as he did, he grabbed his Preventer combat suit, made of a mapper-proof, fireproof, near bulletproof, and of waterproof and watertight material, a pistol and his checkerboard, which he dusted off and tucked into his combat suit. Pulling on his combat suit and grabbing his pistol, he jumped off his Command Wolf Urban, landing on both of his feet like a frog. Zipping behind his zoid's leg to protect him from any shots, Max glanced around to check for any enemies. Seeing none, Max made his way through the garage where he was kept and opened the door, surprised at the fact that it wasn't locked. Entering a dim hallway, the Preventer Lt put on multi purpose goggles, which he found inside his sleek black combat suit. "Cripes! 5 guards! No wonder the door wasn't locked!" Looking a bit more closely at the rebels, utilizing every bit of the night-vision function in the dim light, he noticed machine guns poking out from under their arms and knives in their pockets. One of them was smoking a cigarette and was beginning to throw it in Max's direction, which, unfortunately, was bad news because Max had a very bad allergy to smoke. "Whoo boy." Sneezing with enough force to blow Preventer HQ into the sky, Max promptly caught the attention of the five guards who instinctively raised their rifles. Shaking his head in pity for the guards, Max raised his hands in a fighting stance, getting bursts of laughter from the rebels, which gave Max ample time to begin pummeling them. Slamming his fist into the stomach of the nearest guard, Max spun under the now limp rebel and delivered a sharp jumping uppercut to the next guard, sending him across the room like a rag doll. Before his feet even touched the cold steel floor, the amazingly fit Preventer had delivered a round house kick to the face of another guard, using the momentum of his kick to jump off the back of the guard he just stunned with his high flying fighting and land right in front of another. The unlucky rebel received 2 quick jabs in the face and 1 right in the gut. Ducking to avoid a stab thrown by a foolish guard, he moved upward, slamming his elbow into his attacker and finishing him off with a punch, which broke his nose. "Anymore?" Max asked, rubbing his palms together like a boy waiting for dessert.
The 2 Storm Sworders of Ian and Nico zoomed across the mountains of Isolina, searching the ground for any signs of Max's Command Wolf. One hand controlling his zoid, the other busy manipulating the mapper he bought from a guy during their vacation with family in hopes of finding their cousin. The onboard computer scanned through the various 3D maps of the surroundings as Ian piloted his Storm Sworder through white knuckle curves and tight caves that made up the mountain range. Absentmindedly tilting his zoid to avoid sure death by means of introducing a Storm Sworder to a rock wall, Ian focused his eyes on the mapper until it gave a triumphant click. A 3D hologram of a mountain with one hell of a steep slope appeared, debris of zoids scattered around its base. Contacting Nico with a press of a button, Ian simultaneously swooped down to the real steep sloped mountain, his zoid sweeping off snow from some of the tallest mountains in all of planet Zi as he made his way to the apparent location where Max's zoid fell. "Hey bro, look at this." Nico's Storm Sworder hovered above a trail, treads by the look of it, meaning the Command Wolf was towed away by a Gustav recently. Ian clapped inside his cockpit, praising Nico's sharp detective skills. Nico went on with his observations as the Storm Sworder of Ian, its black ribbon insignia blurry as his zoid zoomed toward the Storm Sworder of his brother and RAT partner. The red ribbon insignia of Nico's zoid stood out as he hovered over the clues, which might lead them to their Preventer cousin. Ian nodded his head after Nico finished pointing out the only possible location they could have brought Max and his zoid to and begins to head toward the base of the rebels, their movements tracked by the rebels' advanced defense systems.
Back at the Preventer base, mechanics, pilots, technicians and even simple janitors rejoiced when a message patched through by the RAT announced that they have sufficient proof to show that their fellow Preventer was alive and that they knew his likeliest location. All the Preventers celebrated, including Max's friends, RG, Joseph, who was now inducted into the Preventers, Dean, Guio, Marvin and Jico. Except for one other who found no consolation in the news, JC. Hating Max and his jokes about him, hating Max for always acting superior, hating Max for everything bad that happened to him, JC sat in a dark office, creating battle strategies to defeat Guio and his technologically superior Lightning Saix. Finally giving in to his suppresed anger, JC snapped his pencil, put on a jacket and exited the Preventer base. Walking quickly through the rain, JC jogged through the gloomy Imperial Capital, forcing his way through the vast population of the city. He made his way to a bar and pushed open the door, keeping his hood down to avoid recognition by anyone he might know, he sat down at one of the stools beside the counter and ordered a drink. Sure enough, Dean and Marvin were there, Dean high fiving the other Preventers boisterously, apparently having a bit too much drink, while Marvin quietly sipped a coffee, reading an extremely thick book with his other hand. Gritting his teeth as his fellow Preventers talked about Max and exchanged their own stories, JC drank his drink quietly; unaware that Marvin was peering over his book and staring at JC's hand trembling with held back emotions. Tapping Dean on his shoulder, Marvin led the woozy Preventer out the bar, occasionally looking back at the hooded figure. After a while, one particularly drunk Preventer proposed a toast to Max, forcing JC to slam his glass on the counter and storm out of the bar angrily. "After I kill Raven, Max is next." He said walking through the dense crowd as raindrops fell on his head. Max stealthily sneaked across an elevated platform, crawling to avoid visual contact with any of the rebels intently listening to their leader, the mastermind's face hidden in the shadows. Activating a recorder inbuilt in his combat suit, Max took down everything the deranged psychopath said. "My good followers," The mysterious leader declared, his voice somehow familiar in Max's head. "We are to be the ones to lead Zi to true peace! We will destroy the accursed Republic and Empire, bringing down all wars as we know it!" Max's jaw dropped promptly as he heard the lunatic's message. "We ." The concealed leader of the rebellion picked up a radio from his pocket and nodded as he listened to the voice on the other end. Continuing his preaching of destruction and chaos, the secretive leader captured the attention of even Max . Ending his speech, the mastermind behind everything suddenly pointed to Lt. Max, all the rebels drawing their guns and training it at Max's head. "Oh, and we need to get rid of those pesky Preventers." Standing and raising his hands in surrender, Max shot a question at the deranged rebel leader. "Who are you, and where did you get the money to fund this operation?" Max shouted, so that he could be heard from his location. Stepping out from the blanket of darkness that he was hiding in previously, the now revealed leader of the rebels answered back. "Does this answer your question, Lt. Max?" Max blinked as he stared back at the face of Van Flyheight, hero of all Zi, destroyer of the Death Saurer and leader of a rebel army that will crush the Republic and the Empire.
End of chapter
Weird ending, isn't it?
I have now explained the reason why JC hates Max so much so don't criticize me about that part.
Pyroteknix
5 hours after the previous chapter.. High above the Isolina Mt. Range, 2 Storm Sworders circle the approximate location of Max's Command Wolf's fall like a team of hawks scanning the ground their prey. Both Storm Sworders' wings are decorated with a ribbon insignia of differing colors, the symbol of the Republic Air Team, also known as RAT. Inside of the Storm Swoder with a green ribbon, the pilot calls back to his partner. "Hey! Let's go back and asks for replacements, our shift is up!" The pilot in the Storm Sworder with a brown symbol gives thumbs up and pilots his flying zoid back to base. Unknown to the 2 RAT pilots, their silver zoids were being watched by two pairs of eyes. Seconds after the Storm Sworder began to retreat a missile slammed into its wing, decimating the wing entirely. "I've taken damag.Aaaah!" The pilot never finishes his sentence as 2 black Redlers scream out from the shadows like phantoms and fire bullets straight through the RAT zoid. "This is Silver 51! Were being. Aaaargh!" The remaining zoid is blasted into oblivion as 2 missiles collide with its back, exploding into a gigantic fireball. Zooming through the flames like black devils, the 2 Dragon type zoids turn and head back to the rebel base. Corporal Myki of the RAT watches with frustration as he brings his fist down on his desk. Calling for his secretary with a push of a button, he asks the nervous woman to call for two of his finest pilots. "We can't spend anymore lives, call in Srgt. Ian and Srgt. Nico right away!" He says hastily, slamming down the phone on his mahogany desk. RAT policy stated that two pilots must always fly together as a team and nobody else filled this rule as snugly as the brothers, coincidentally the cousins of Lt. Max as well, Ian and Nico. Not surprisingly, the brothers' parents were both the best team of the RAT when they were in and the siblings follow their lineage well. A few minutes later, the 2 flyers appear in Myki's office, greeting their commanding officer with a traditional salute. The elder one, Ian, respectfully asks for the reason of their visit. "Srgt. Ian, Srgt. Nico, you have been assigned to the Isolina Mission." Myki replies in his commanding voice. Scratching his head, the slightly younger Nico questions the harassed officer. "Weren't Mark and Buster working on that mission?" Nico asks, referring to the now dead pilots who piloted the Storm Sworders with the brown and green ribbon insignias. Sadly shaking his head, Corporal Myki looks at the screen on his wall, the two pilots following his gaze to a freeze frame of the flaming leftovers of the Storm Sworders lying on the snowy ground. Solemnly bowing their heads for a while, the two pilots look straight in the eyes of Corporal Myki, their own filled with the fire of determination. "Your mission is to rescue a fallen Preventer." Myki stares at the pilots as he briefed them on their next assignment. "His name is Lt. Max and he pilots a Command Wolf Urban with a modified weapon." Ian flinches uncomfortably as Max's name comes up. "As in our cousin?" Nico asks, blinking repeatedly, thinking of the cheery and somewhat insane face of Max appeared in his mind. "Yes, your cousin. Now go to your zoids, I'll send you the last known location of Max." Saluting the corporal with respect, the two pilots jog towards their Storm Sworders.
"Sir, we have eliminated the RAT threat along with the Preventers' own air force completely." The proud face of one of the black Redler pilots says maliciously while kneeling in respect to their leader, his mind filled with the memories of pilots screaming as their zoids go down in flames before they can even guess whom they're fighting. His partner stands up to face their captain, his arms rigidly straight as he stands at attention. "Sir, I do believe that they will send reinforcements. Shall we welcome them to our base?" He asks, a twinkle in his eye as he reached the word welcome. Smiling evilly, the mastermind behind the rebirth of the rebels, the destruction of JC's village, among a number of other towns that were burnt to the ground by Raven's Genobreaker, answers back, his voice filled with malice."No. Its about time we showed ourselves."
Somewhere inside the rebel base, Lt. Max woke up inside of his Command Wolf and rubbed his forehead where he hit his cockpit during the fight with the Storm Sworders. "What hit me?" He said rather dazedly while he squinted his eyes. "Wait, I remember now!" He thought, the memory slamming into him like a Dark Horn. Reflexively bringing up his fists, he suddenly realized he was inside his zoid and in no immediate danger. Opening the back of his seat to check for his stuff, which was no longer there, he laughed at his own ingenuity. Opening the bottom of his cockpit seat, laughing as he did, he grabbed his Preventer combat suit, made of a mapper-proof, fireproof, near bulletproof, and of waterproof and watertight material, a pistol and his checkerboard, which he dusted off and tucked into his combat suit. Pulling on his combat suit and grabbing his pistol, he jumped off his Command Wolf Urban, landing on both of his feet like a frog. Zipping behind his zoid's leg to protect him from any shots, Max glanced around to check for any enemies. Seeing none, Max made his way through the garage where he was kept and opened the door, surprised at the fact that it wasn't locked. Entering a dim hallway, the Preventer Lt put on multi purpose goggles, which he found inside his sleek black combat suit. "Cripes! 5 guards! No wonder the door wasn't locked!" Looking a bit more closely at the rebels, utilizing every bit of the night-vision function in the dim light, he noticed machine guns poking out from under their arms and knives in their pockets. One of them was smoking a cigarette and was beginning to throw it in Max's direction, which, unfortunately, was bad news because Max had a very bad allergy to smoke. "Whoo boy." Sneezing with enough force to blow Preventer HQ into the sky, Max promptly caught the attention of the five guards who instinctively raised their rifles. Shaking his head in pity for the guards, Max raised his hands in a fighting stance, getting bursts of laughter from the rebels, which gave Max ample time to begin pummeling them. Slamming his fist into the stomach of the nearest guard, Max spun under the now limp rebel and delivered a sharp jumping uppercut to the next guard, sending him across the room like a rag doll. Before his feet even touched the cold steel floor, the amazingly fit Preventer had delivered a round house kick to the face of another guard, using the momentum of his kick to jump off the back of the guard he just stunned with his high flying fighting and land right in front of another. The unlucky rebel received 2 quick jabs in the face and 1 right in the gut. Ducking to avoid a stab thrown by a foolish guard, he moved upward, slamming his elbow into his attacker and finishing him off with a punch, which broke his nose. "Anymore?" Max asked, rubbing his palms together like a boy waiting for dessert.
The 2 Storm Sworders of Ian and Nico zoomed across the mountains of Isolina, searching the ground for any signs of Max's Command Wolf. One hand controlling his zoid, the other busy manipulating the mapper he bought from a guy during their vacation with family in hopes of finding their cousin. The onboard computer scanned through the various 3D maps of the surroundings as Ian piloted his Storm Sworder through white knuckle curves and tight caves that made up the mountain range. Absentmindedly tilting his zoid to avoid sure death by means of introducing a Storm Sworder to a rock wall, Ian focused his eyes on the mapper until it gave a triumphant click. A 3D hologram of a mountain with one hell of a steep slope appeared, debris of zoids scattered around its base. Contacting Nico with a press of a button, Ian simultaneously swooped down to the real steep sloped mountain, his zoid sweeping off snow from some of the tallest mountains in all of planet Zi as he made his way to the apparent location where Max's zoid fell. "Hey bro, look at this." Nico's Storm Sworder hovered above a trail, treads by the look of it, meaning the Command Wolf was towed away by a Gustav recently. Ian clapped inside his cockpit, praising Nico's sharp detective skills. Nico went on with his observations as the Storm Sworder of Ian, its black ribbon insignia blurry as his zoid zoomed toward the Storm Sworder of his brother and RAT partner. The red ribbon insignia of Nico's zoid stood out as he hovered over the clues, which might lead them to their Preventer cousin. Ian nodded his head after Nico finished pointing out the only possible location they could have brought Max and his zoid to and begins to head toward the base of the rebels, their movements tracked by the rebels' advanced defense systems.
Back at the Preventer base, mechanics, pilots, technicians and even simple janitors rejoiced when a message patched through by the RAT announced that they have sufficient proof to show that their fellow Preventer was alive and that they knew his likeliest location. All the Preventers celebrated, including Max's friends, RG, Joseph, who was now inducted into the Preventers, Dean, Guio, Marvin and Jico. Except for one other who found no consolation in the news, JC. Hating Max and his jokes about him, hating Max for always acting superior, hating Max for everything bad that happened to him, JC sat in a dark office, creating battle strategies to defeat Guio and his technologically superior Lightning Saix. Finally giving in to his suppresed anger, JC snapped his pencil, put on a jacket and exited the Preventer base. Walking quickly through the rain, JC jogged through the gloomy Imperial Capital, forcing his way through the vast population of the city. He made his way to a bar and pushed open the door, keeping his hood down to avoid recognition by anyone he might know, he sat down at one of the stools beside the counter and ordered a drink. Sure enough, Dean and Marvin were there, Dean high fiving the other Preventers boisterously, apparently having a bit too much drink, while Marvin quietly sipped a coffee, reading an extremely thick book with his other hand. Gritting his teeth as his fellow Preventers talked about Max and exchanged their own stories, JC drank his drink quietly; unaware that Marvin was peering over his book and staring at JC's hand trembling with held back emotions. Tapping Dean on his shoulder, Marvin led the woozy Preventer out the bar, occasionally looking back at the hooded figure. After a while, one particularly drunk Preventer proposed a toast to Max, forcing JC to slam his glass on the counter and storm out of the bar angrily. "After I kill Raven, Max is next." He said walking through the dense crowd as raindrops fell on his head. Max stealthily sneaked across an elevated platform, crawling to avoid visual contact with any of the rebels intently listening to their leader, the mastermind's face hidden in the shadows. Activating a recorder inbuilt in his combat suit, Max took down everything the deranged psychopath said. "My good followers," The mysterious leader declared, his voice somehow familiar in Max's head. "We are to be the ones to lead Zi to true peace! We will destroy the accursed Republic and Empire, bringing down all wars as we know it!" Max's jaw dropped promptly as he heard the lunatic's message. "We ." The concealed leader of the rebellion picked up a radio from his pocket and nodded as he listened to the voice on the other end. Continuing his preaching of destruction and chaos, the secretive leader captured the attention of even Max . Ending his speech, the mastermind behind everything suddenly pointed to Lt. Max, all the rebels drawing their guns and training it at Max's head. "Oh, and we need to get rid of those pesky Preventers." Standing and raising his hands in surrender, Max shot a question at the deranged rebel leader. "Who are you, and where did you get the money to fund this operation?" Max shouted, so that he could be heard from his location. Stepping out from the blanket of darkness that he was hiding in previously, the now revealed leader of the rebels answered back. "Does this answer your question, Lt. Max?" Max blinked as he stared back at the face of Van Flyheight, hero of all Zi, destroyer of the Death Saurer and leader of a rebel army that will crush the Republic and the Empire.
End of chapter
Weird ending, isn't it?
I have now explained the reason why JC hates Max so much so don't criticize me about that part.
