Zoids: Counterforce
Pyroteknix
Thanks to HonorableDisgrace and Aqua Rhapsody for reviewing me!
Sitting cross-legged on the damp floor, Max folded his arms as he listened to Van Flyheight rant on and on and on about war, murder and most importantly, why he funded and led the rebels. Unknown to the deranged man, Lt. Max was taping everything in a nano recorder inbuilt into his sleek combat suit. A psychotic fire lighting his eyes as he talked, the pilot of the Blade Liger and leader of the Guardian Force talked to his prisoner, relating his sad past and present. "I joined the rebels because of Fiona. She died because of war and fighting, because of soldiers like me." The 29- year-old man said to the four year younger Preventer, tears welling in his eyes while Max recalled the fact that the Fiona girl was an ancient zoidian. "We loved each other, we were this close to getting married." He continued while Max couldn't help but feel sorry for the madman. Shaking his head, Van Flyheight looked up at Max and began speaking in his insane voice again. "Oh well, I should prepare for your execution now. See you at the ceremony!" The rebel leader said to the Preventer, waving almost happily at the dead man walking while he stood up and signalled two guards to look after their prisoner as he walked toward the outdoor execution site. Breathing a sigh of relief, Max reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of capsules which the rebels let him keep because Max explained it was medicine. Grabbing his glass of water and popping open two differently colored capsules, Max poured the granular contents of the capsules into his drink. Smiling as he worked, the relatively smart Preventer positioned his glass, the water now a sickly green, beside the connected chairs where the now sleeping guards where. Popping another capsule open while moving toward the farthest part of the cell from the steel bars, Max threw the pill into the mouth of the glass, shielding his eyes as the mixture exploded. The rebels were thrown across the room, their state from comfortably resting to swift unconciousness. Grabbing the keys of the guard who was knocked out and lay near his small cell, Max opened the cell's door and cautiously walked through the halls of Van Flyheight's high tech facility.
High above the facility, 2 RAT pilots stood in the cold wind beside their silver Storm Sworders as they surveyed the scene below them. Ian, the elder of the 2 sibling pilots, magnified the view of his binoculars as he watched the rebels prepare for an outdoor ceremony of sorts. "Looks like an execution. Probably for Max." Ian said, beating his sharp-eyed brother to the punch. Nico nodded as he also looked below them and began thinking of how Max, their younger cousin was doing. Further magnifying his binocular's scope, Ian saw a familiar face directing the crowd and gave a gasp as he realized who it was. Tapping his brother's shoulder and directing his vision towards the person he saw, Ian nodded as he brother gaped at the person and stared at his older sibling worriedly. "Yep, that's the Aerial Devils' insignia." Ian said, affirming their worst nightmare. The Aerial Devils were 5 ace pilots of the rebels 4 years ago, infamous for never having lost even one battle. The original 5 were decimated when Imperial and Republican troops, along with a few Preventers and GF, fought the lethal 5, killing 4 of the black Redler pilots. Their leader, Enzo, escaped and wasn't seen for 4 long years but here was the world's most powerful dogfighter, standing in the cold climate of the mountains and directing a new breed of rebels. Beside him was another pilot, on his jacket the insignia that scared the living daylights out of most flyers, apparently the new addition to the Aerial Devils. After a few minutes of contemplation on the current situation, Nico spoke up in an official voice. "I've ID'd the other guy and his name is Martin. He was an ex-pilot for the GF and has an excellent dogfighting record." Ian shook his head sadly. "Looks like this won't be so easy after all. He said while climbing into the cockpit of his Storm Sworder, its paint dully reflecting the face of Nico as he too climbed into his own zoid.
Another rainy day in the Preventer base and JC was getting ready for his battle with the Lightning Saix pilot Guio. Jico was out in the Imperial Capital and was buying books, which left the still angry JC to work on his own. Grumbling about how he hated Max and all his stupid friends, JC slammed his fist into a greasy ladder, toppling over a can of black paint. Punching the floor over and over again in his frustration, the skilled but emotional pilot noticed the raven-black paint tainting the sky blue color of his Gunsniper and suddenly got inspired. "I'll show them my true emotions! I'll show all of them their stupidity in becoming friends with that liar!" Grabbing the canister, JC set about painting his zoid a deep shade of black, lightning illuminating the now raven colored velociraptor every now and then. Working with renewed fervor, ideas on how to kill his archrival and Raven swirled through his mind as he modified his Gunsniper until it became even more deadly than the Genobreaker itself. Sitting down and staring at his destructive force, JC proudly looked at his creation. Its black paint, giving the now super sharp claws a dim glow, reflected the new technology he installed into his zoid. Missiles that launched mini spikes like the ones on the Death Saurer, machine guns that fired shells that gave off electricity when they connected with a zoid, and his favorite, an extendable cord that came snaking out of his zoid's wrists as flexibly as Dean's Venomous Viper. "Time to teach Guio a lesson he and his zoid will never forget."
Max wiped the sweat off his forehead as he desperately tried to pick the lock on the gate, which separated his zoid from freedom and, most likely, an angry Blade Liger and dozens of Zaber Fangs chasing him as he escaped. "Got it!" He said as he pumped the stale air in the rebels' dark garage. Running for his zoid, the cunning Preventer was blocked by 2 more rebels. "You asked for it." Max said as a punch flew at his face, nearly breaking his nose as he dodged it skillfully. 20 seconds later, Max continued on his path toward his Command Wolf Urban, stepping over the limp guards. A few seconds later, the Command Wolf bounded across the snow while evading bursts of fire from the quick Zaber Fangs hunting the Preventer down. Turning his zoid to face the cannons of the rebel zoids, Max eliminated the Zabers with a quick strafe of his gatling gun. Stretching his arms as he stared at the carnage, Max smiled happily. "Havn't done that in a while." Continuing his trek across the mountains to reach his team's base, the canine zoid was stopped in its tracks by none other than the world's greatest pilot and his Blade Liger. Insanely smiling at the shaken Preventer, his evolved zoid ready to rip away the parts of Max's Command Wolf, Van Flyheight started to converse with the opposing pilot. "Why did you have to leave during the execution? Oh well, might as well end it in the battlefield." The Blade Liger rushes at the Command Wolf, firing the guns on its blades while sprinting across the icy terrain. Sidestepping the attacks, Max's wolf lunges at the lion type zoid, his enemy countering by swatting away the Command Wolf. Skidding on the floor, his zoid heavily damaged after the swipe slowly rising on its crushed legs, Max gritted his teeth as gunfire exploded onto his zoid's armor, further ravaging the Command Wolf. Tightening his grip on his controls, Max rolled away from a swipe by the Blade Liger, only to fall prey to more armor crushing shots from Flyheight's blade based guns. Max whacked his head and uttered a silent prayer as his zoid's systems read "FREEZE", meaning a total loss of control and movement for his zoid. Grinning as he opened up his zoid's yellow blades, which gave the Blade Liger its name in the first place, and slowly moved toward the frozen Command Wolf. "Time to die, Lt. Max!" Miraculously for Max, Van's lethal attack was cut short when missiles slammed into the Blade Liger's side, toppling the powerful zoid. Saluting his cousin, Ian's zoid lands in front of the Command Wolf, closing its wings to provide some protection to the frozen Preventer zoid while his brother fought as fiercely as an eagle with the now shielded Blade Liger. Hopping off his Storm Sworder, Ian quickly planted a plastic explosive on the side of Max's Command Wolf and detonated the relatively weak bomb, jolting the canine zoid back to normal functions. Giving thumbs up to his RAT cousins, Max pushed his zoid's acceleration to the limit and ran across the icy mountain fields. Nodding to his brother as soon as he got into the Storm Sworder with a black insignia and the two Storm Sworders jetted off, dropping a bomb on the rock wall, forming an impenetrable barrier made out of fallen rock and stone, thus insuring relief from the nasty itch called the Blade Liger.
A few hours later, Max's Command Wolf was undergoing heavy repair while its master was taking a nice warm shower after a day of captivity. Walking out of his room with slouched shoulders, Max was led into a garage filled with drink and food as the Preventers celebrated their comrade's return like teenagers with an excess of things and time. Standing outside the door leading to the welcome back celebration, Guio leaned on the wall while drinking punch from an irritatingly bright colored cup. Looking inside, his head peering into the door, the Lightning Saix pilot noticed that, aside from a now sleeping Max amidst all the merry making, JC was just standing in a corner, mumbling incoherent things while glaring at Max. Shrugging, Guio walked away from the noisy party and headed for his private garage where his pride and joy was. "Hello there, Lightning Saix old buddy. Looks like we have a battle today. Get ready."Guio talked to his black zoid, sitting with his back resting on the smooth armor of his Lightning Saix.
Sitting with Dean on the uppermost part of the arena, Max anxiously anticipated the start of the battle between Guio and JC. Dean too appeared to be excited, clutching a pencil and a notepad, which seemed to contain notes on battle strategies. Below the two spectators, the black Lightning Saix waited as its pilot tapped the controls of his zoid while looking out for JC. "C'mon!" Stepping out of dark depths of the arena entrance was possibly the scariest thing Guio ever saw in his whole life. "What the bloody hell is that? Is that supposed to be a Gunsniper?" The green light flashed suddenly, Guio's zoid driven to the ground by the black blur that was JC's Gunsniper. Bouncing back and firing his cannons at the already moving Gunsniper, Guio was again rammed by the improved zoid. Gritting his teeth, Guio pushes his zoid to its full capacity, dodging the next pounce by the black Gunsniper. Jumping at the stunned velociraptor zoid like its name, lightning, the Saix bit the missile launchers of the Gunsniper, ripping away the weaponry with its fangs. Receiving a jolt of electricity as his zoid took a hit; JC trained his modified guns on the moving figure of the Lightning Saix. The shells exploded and zapped the Lightning Saix until sparks flew from his zoid. Laughing at the futility of Guio's desperate attempts to escape his Gunsniper's unbelievable weaponry, JC was thrown about in his cockpit as the Lightning Saix scratched away one machine gun and one arm with its sharp claws. Flashing his own sharpened claws at the black zoid, JC growled in frustration as Guio's zoid dodged his swipes. "It isn't just the zoid! Its about the skills!" Guio yelled to JC, rolling his zoid in the dirt to evade a burst of fire and retaliated with his cannons, placing additional hurt on the Gunsniper. Snaking out the last cable out from his zoid's remaining wrist, he pulled back the flexible rope around the front legs of the Lightning Saix and used this vulnerability to destroy the cannons on its back. Dragging the feline zoid on the ground like a little girl playing with a doll, the Gunsniper opened its even more lethal missile launcher and fired the projectiles straight above the Lightning Saix. Colliding in midair, 24 missiles exploded into a tremendous rain of black spikes, each of the deadly weapons also releasing a zoid-incapacitating jolt of electricity as they punctured a zoid. Seconds before the spikes impaled the Lightning Saix, Guio showed off with a move that required great skills. Rolling his zoid into the sand, he lifted the raven-black gunsniper off its feet and threw the velociraptor type zoid right in the path of the needles. The black stakes drove through the last remaining arm of the Gunsniper, electrocuting itself and giving JC a taste of his own medicine as his body writhed in pain and suffering while his zoid roared in agony. Panting after the attack, JC slapped the Lightning Saix, tearing off the cable, with his tail that concealed a sniper, sending the poor black feline zoid skidding across the arena, its sleek body designed for speed bouncing as it hit uneven surfaces. Struggling to get his zoid back on its feet, Guio looked on as JC approached, switching his zoid's stance for better sniping aim. The barrel of the powerful gun was point blank with the neck of Guio's zoid and people in the crowd were shouting at him to give up but Guio was not only proud enough to not surrender, he thought clearly even in the face of imminent defeat. Smiling as he locked on to the Lightning Saix's open neck, JC slowly brought his finger to the trigger, bringing an unusual silence, which covered the crowd. Suddenly, the Lightning Saix's foot slammed into the Gunsniper's own damaged leg, breaking JC's aim and thus missing the surefire shot, centimeters away from victory. Pouncing at the toppled gunsniper in blind rage, a move very uncharacteristic of Guio, he scratched away the leg of the fallen black zoid and proceeded to slam his Lightning Saix's paw into the cockpit until, unfortunately for Guio, his zoid fell on the floor in a command freeze, signalling automatic victory for JC, his arms covering his face as he was prepared for the black zoid's claw to come tearing through his cockpit. "JC wins!" The commentator announced, wiping the sweat off his forehead as the edge-of-your-seat match came to a very undramatic ending.
Shaking his head sadly as he watched his buddy Guio lost, Max whacked the back of Dean's head as he furiously took down notes, Max swearing that he saw smoke come out of the pen as Dean wrote down the new weaponry of the black Gunsniper. "Don't you pity Guio? He almost won?" Max reprimanded Dean for not even showing the least sign of compassion as he rubbed his head where Max hit him. Shaking his head happily, Dean replied with a smile. "No way! Guio would have way beat me in the finals! This is good for me!" Max shook his head as Dean danced in euphoric happiness.
"Sir! We have, hundreds of zoids heading straight for the capital of the Empire!" A panicked technician yelled at Seargent Mikee, promptly sending the officer to the computer monitor. "Sir! The Republic is under attack! The rebels have a naval fleet! Air type zoids are attacking the Empire!" techies shouted, pointing to various close ups of destruction and chaos. Pounding his fist on the table, Mikee gave orders to hold the finals in the morning and get all available personnel ready for war. "By the looks of what is happening to the Republic and Imperial armies, us Preventers are fighting this war alone."
End of chapter
Please pray for the soul of the father of my friend Vico.
Pyroteknix
Thanks to HonorableDisgrace and Aqua Rhapsody for reviewing me!
Sitting cross-legged on the damp floor, Max folded his arms as he listened to Van Flyheight rant on and on and on about war, murder and most importantly, why he funded and led the rebels. Unknown to the deranged man, Lt. Max was taping everything in a nano recorder inbuilt into his sleek combat suit. A psychotic fire lighting his eyes as he talked, the pilot of the Blade Liger and leader of the Guardian Force talked to his prisoner, relating his sad past and present. "I joined the rebels because of Fiona. She died because of war and fighting, because of soldiers like me." The 29- year-old man said to the four year younger Preventer, tears welling in his eyes while Max recalled the fact that the Fiona girl was an ancient zoidian. "We loved each other, we were this close to getting married." He continued while Max couldn't help but feel sorry for the madman. Shaking his head, Van Flyheight looked up at Max and began speaking in his insane voice again. "Oh well, I should prepare for your execution now. See you at the ceremony!" The rebel leader said to the Preventer, waving almost happily at the dead man walking while he stood up and signalled two guards to look after their prisoner as he walked toward the outdoor execution site. Breathing a sigh of relief, Max reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of capsules which the rebels let him keep because Max explained it was medicine. Grabbing his glass of water and popping open two differently colored capsules, Max poured the granular contents of the capsules into his drink. Smiling as he worked, the relatively smart Preventer positioned his glass, the water now a sickly green, beside the connected chairs where the now sleeping guards where. Popping another capsule open while moving toward the farthest part of the cell from the steel bars, Max threw the pill into the mouth of the glass, shielding his eyes as the mixture exploded. The rebels were thrown across the room, their state from comfortably resting to swift unconciousness. Grabbing the keys of the guard who was knocked out and lay near his small cell, Max opened the cell's door and cautiously walked through the halls of Van Flyheight's high tech facility.
High above the facility, 2 RAT pilots stood in the cold wind beside their silver Storm Sworders as they surveyed the scene below them. Ian, the elder of the 2 sibling pilots, magnified the view of his binoculars as he watched the rebels prepare for an outdoor ceremony of sorts. "Looks like an execution. Probably for Max." Ian said, beating his sharp-eyed brother to the punch. Nico nodded as he also looked below them and began thinking of how Max, their younger cousin was doing. Further magnifying his binocular's scope, Ian saw a familiar face directing the crowd and gave a gasp as he realized who it was. Tapping his brother's shoulder and directing his vision towards the person he saw, Ian nodded as he brother gaped at the person and stared at his older sibling worriedly. "Yep, that's the Aerial Devils' insignia." Ian said, affirming their worst nightmare. The Aerial Devils were 5 ace pilots of the rebels 4 years ago, infamous for never having lost even one battle. The original 5 were decimated when Imperial and Republican troops, along with a few Preventers and GF, fought the lethal 5, killing 4 of the black Redler pilots. Their leader, Enzo, escaped and wasn't seen for 4 long years but here was the world's most powerful dogfighter, standing in the cold climate of the mountains and directing a new breed of rebels. Beside him was another pilot, on his jacket the insignia that scared the living daylights out of most flyers, apparently the new addition to the Aerial Devils. After a few minutes of contemplation on the current situation, Nico spoke up in an official voice. "I've ID'd the other guy and his name is Martin. He was an ex-pilot for the GF and has an excellent dogfighting record." Ian shook his head sadly. "Looks like this won't be so easy after all. He said while climbing into the cockpit of his Storm Sworder, its paint dully reflecting the face of Nico as he too climbed into his own zoid.
Another rainy day in the Preventer base and JC was getting ready for his battle with the Lightning Saix pilot Guio. Jico was out in the Imperial Capital and was buying books, which left the still angry JC to work on his own. Grumbling about how he hated Max and all his stupid friends, JC slammed his fist into a greasy ladder, toppling over a can of black paint. Punching the floor over and over again in his frustration, the skilled but emotional pilot noticed the raven-black paint tainting the sky blue color of his Gunsniper and suddenly got inspired. "I'll show them my true emotions! I'll show all of them their stupidity in becoming friends with that liar!" Grabbing the canister, JC set about painting his zoid a deep shade of black, lightning illuminating the now raven colored velociraptor every now and then. Working with renewed fervor, ideas on how to kill his archrival and Raven swirled through his mind as he modified his Gunsniper until it became even more deadly than the Genobreaker itself. Sitting down and staring at his destructive force, JC proudly looked at his creation. Its black paint, giving the now super sharp claws a dim glow, reflected the new technology he installed into his zoid. Missiles that launched mini spikes like the ones on the Death Saurer, machine guns that fired shells that gave off electricity when they connected with a zoid, and his favorite, an extendable cord that came snaking out of his zoid's wrists as flexibly as Dean's Venomous Viper. "Time to teach Guio a lesson he and his zoid will never forget."
Max wiped the sweat off his forehead as he desperately tried to pick the lock on the gate, which separated his zoid from freedom and, most likely, an angry Blade Liger and dozens of Zaber Fangs chasing him as he escaped. "Got it!" He said as he pumped the stale air in the rebels' dark garage. Running for his zoid, the cunning Preventer was blocked by 2 more rebels. "You asked for it." Max said as a punch flew at his face, nearly breaking his nose as he dodged it skillfully. 20 seconds later, Max continued on his path toward his Command Wolf Urban, stepping over the limp guards. A few seconds later, the Command Wolf bounded across the snow while evading bursts of fire from the quick Zaber Fangs hunting the Preventer down. Turning his zoid to face the cannons of the rebel zoids, Max eliminated the Zabers with a quick strafe of his gatling gun. Stretching his arms as he stared at the carnage, Max smiled happily. "Havn't done that in a while." Continuing his trek across the mountains to reach his team's base, the canine zoid was stopped in its tracks by none other than the world's greatest pilot and his Blade Liger. Insanely smiling at the shaken Preventer, his evolved zoid ready to rip away the parts of Max's Command Wolf, Van Flyheight started to converse with the opposing pilot. "Why did you have to leave during the execution? Oh well, might as well end it in the battlefield." The Blade Liger rushes at the Command Wolf, firing the guns on its blades while sprinting across the icy terrain. Sidestepping the attacks, Max's wolf lunges at the lion type zoid, his enemy countering by swatting away the Command Wolf. Skidding on the floor, his zoid heavily damaged after the swipe slowly rising on its crushed legs, Max gritted his teeth as gunfire exploded onto his zoid's armor, further ravaging the Command Wolf. Tightening his grip on his controls, Max rolled away from a swipe by the Blade Liger, only to fall prey to more armor crushing shots from Flyheight's blade based guns. Max whacked his head and uttered a silent prayer as his zoid's systems read "FREEZE", meaning a total loss of control and movement for his zoid. Grinning as he opened up his zoid's yellow blades, which gave the Blade Liger its name in the first place, and slowly moved toward the frozen Command Wolf. "Time to die, Lt. Max!" Miraculously for Max, Van's lethal attack was cut short when missiles slammed into the Blade Liger's side, toppling the powerful zoid. Saluting his cousin, Ian's zoid lands in front of the Command Wolf, closing its wings to provide some protection to the frozen Preventer zoid while his brother fought as fiercely as an eagle with the now shielded Blade Liger. Hopping off his Storm Sworder, Ian quickly planted a plastic explosive on the side of Max's Command Wolf and detonated the relatively weak bomb, jolting the canine zoid back to normal functions. Giving thumbs up to his RAT cousins, Max pushed his zoid's acceleration to the limit and ran across the icy mountain fields. Nodding to his brother as soon as he got into the Storm Sworder with a black insignia and the two Storm Sworders jetted off, dropping a bomb on the rock wall, forming an impenetrable barrier made out of fallen rock and stone, thus insuring relief from the nasty itch called the Blade Liger.
A few hours later, Max's Command Wolf was undergoing heavy repair while its master was taking a nice warm shower after a day of captivity. Walking out of his room with slouched shoulders, Max was led into a garage filled with drink and food as the Preventers celebrated their comrade's return like teenagers with an excess of things and time. Standing outside the door leading to the welcome back celebration, Guio leaned on the wall while drinking punch from an irritatingly bright colored cup. Looking inside, his head peering into the door, the Lightning Saix pilot noticed that, aside from a now sleeping Max amidst all the merry making, JC was just standing in a corner, mumbling incoherent things while glaring at Max. Shrugging, Guio walked away from the noisy party and headed for his private garage where his pride and joy was. "Hello there, Lightning Saix old buddy. Looks like we have a battle today. Get ready."Guio talked to his black zoid, sitting with his back resting on the smooth armor of his Lightning Saix.
Sitting with Dean on the uppermost part of the arena, Max anxiously anticipated the start of the battle between Guio and JC. Dean too appeared to be excited, clutching a pencil and a notepad, which seemed to contain notes on battle strategies. Below the two spectators, the black Lightning Saix waited as its pilot tapped the controls of his zoid while looking out for JC. "C'mon!" Stepping out of dark depths of the arena entrance was possibly the scariest thing Guio ever saw in his whole life. "What the bloody hell is that? Is that supposed to be a Gunsniper?" The green light flashed suddenly, Guio's zoid driven to the ground by the black blur that was JC's Gunsniper. Bouncing back and firing his cannons at the already moving Gunsniper, Guio was again rammed by the improved zoid. Gritting his teeth, Guio pushes his zoid to its full capacity, dodging the next pounce by the black Gunsniper. Jumping at the stunned velociraptor zoid like its name, lightning, the Saix bit the missile launchers of the Gunsniper, ripping away the weaponry with its fangs. Receiving a jolt of electricity as his zoid took a hit; JC trained his modified guns on the moving figure of the Lightning Saix. The shells exploded and zapped the Lightning Saix until sparks flew from his zoid. Laughing at the futility of Guio's desperate attempts to escape his Gunsniper's unbelievable weaponry, JC was thrown about in his cockpit as the Lightning Saix scratched away one machine gun and one arm with its sharp claws. Flashing his own sharpened claws at the black zoid, JC growled in frustration as Guio's zoid dodged his swipes. "It isn't just the zoid! Its about the skills!" Guio yelled to JC, rolling his zoid in the dirt to evade a burst of fire and retaliated with his cannons, placing additional hurt on the Gunsniper. Snaking out the last cable out from his zoid's remaining wrist, he pulled back the flexible rope around the front legs of the Lightning Saix and used this vulnerability to destroy the cannons on its back. Dragging the feline zoid on the ground like a little girl playing with a doll, the Gunsniper opened its even more lethal missile launcher and fired the projectiles straight above the Lightning Saix. Colliding in midair, 24 missiles exploded into a tremendous rain of black spikes, each of the deadly weapons also releasing a zoid-incapacitating jolt of electricity as they punctured a zoid. Seconds before the spikes impaled the Lightning Saix, Guio showed off with a move that required great skills. Rolling his zoid into the sand, he lifted the raven-black gunsniper off its feet and threw the velociraptor type zoid right in the path of the needles. The black stakes drove through the last remaining arm of the Gunsniper, electrocuting itself and giving JC a taste of his own medicine as his body writhed in pain and suffering while his zoid roared in agony. Panting after the attack, JC slapped the Lightning Saix, tearing off the cable, with his tail that concealed a sniper, sending the poor black feline zoid skidding across the arena, its sleek body designed for speed bouncing as it hit uneven surfaces. Struggling to get his zoid back on its feet, Guio looked on as JC approached, switching his zoid's stance for better sniping aim. The barrel of the powerful gun was point blank with the neck of Guio's zoid and people in the crowd were shouting at him to give up but Guio was not only proud enough to not surrender, he thought clearly even in the face of imminent defeat. Smiling as he locked on to the Lightning Saix's open neck, JC slowly brought his finger to the trigger, bringing an unusual silence, which covered the crowd. Suddenly, the Lightning Saix's foot slammed into the Gunsniper's own damaged leg, breaking JC's aim and thus missing the surefire shot, centimeters away from victory. Pouncing at the toppled gunsniper in blind rage, a move very uncharacteristic of Guio, he scratched away the leg of the fallen black zoid and proceeded to slam his Lightning Saix's paw into the cockpit until, unfortunately for Guio, his zoid fell on the floor in a command freeze, signalling automatic victory for JC, his arms covering his face as he was prepared for the black zoid's claw to come tearing through his cockpit. "JC wins!" The commentator announced, wiping the sweat off his forehead as the edge-of-your-seat match came to a very undramatic ending.
Shaking his head sadly as he watched his buddy Guio lost, Max whacked the back of Dean's head as he furiously took down notes, Max swearing that he saw smoke come out of the pen as Dean wrote down the new weaponry of the black Gunsniper. "Don't you pity Guio? He almost won?" Max reprimanded Dean for not even showing the least sign of compassion as he rubbed his head where Max hit him. Shaking his head happily, Dean replied with a smile. "No way! Guio would have way beat me in the finals! This is good for me!" Max shook his head as Dean danced in euphoric happiness.
"Sir! We have, hundreds of zoids heading straight for the capital of the Empire!" A panicked technician yelled at Seargent Mikee, promptly sending the officer to the computer monitor. "Sir! The Republic is under attack! The rebels have a naval fleet! Air type zoids are attacking the Empire!" techies shouted, pointing to various close ups of destruction and chaos. Pounding his fist on the table, Mikee gave orders to hold the finals in the morning and get all available personnel ready for war. "By the looks of what is happening to the Republic and Imperial armies, us Preventers are fighting this war alone."
End of chapter
Please pray for the soul of the father of my friend Vico.
