ZOIDS
Tale of Two Worlds
Chapter 6: Interception
"Launch Initiation Sequence in Progress. Pilot Identities confirmed. Launch in 2 minutes."
"Is everything all set?" Dr. Dee inquired.
"Yes."
"Then what are we waiting for? Launch immediately!"
"But we still have 97 seconds!"
"Time is of the essence now. We can't wait!"
"Well, okay. Launch now!"
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"An hour before we sent three return attachments to the mystery planet. It will take them approximately 3 hours to recharge fully inorder to send you back home. We also have a second set that is on standby should the first be damaged or destroyed. We aren't taking any chances." Dr. Dee broadcasted to the three airships, "In three minutes, you will be out of range of standard communication equipment. The emergency radio is single use only. One time."
"I understand."
"Good L--" zscrzzzz.
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"Wow! The view is gorgeous up here!"
"Don't get to comfortable. We may never be coming back."
"Don't be such a pessimist!"
"I'm simply stating the fact, you, optimist!"
"Stop arguing and keep your eye on that planet. We should be receiving anti-aircraft fire any moment now."
"WHAT?! They never said there were going to shoot us!"
"Then what is that big thing in the distance?"
"It looks like a satellite!"
"And it dropped something! That is the rocket! WE'RE DOOMED!"
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"Zoid battle request at coordinates 7302A. Battle approved. Deploy judge capsule!"
_______________________
Vega eagerly waited for the judge to arrive. This was going to be his first battle against a Class S team. He had received permission from the Commission to have a 5 battle marathon against Class S. If he won three of the battles, they would be inducted into Class S.
BLAM! The judge satellite landed.
"Battle Approved! Battle Approved!" the judge proclaimed, "Vega Obscura verses the Shadow Team! The area within--"
_______________________
"Pheww! That was close!" Liutenant Hours sighed.
"Yes. Okay! Now we're about 3000 miles from the planet."
_______________________
"--must leave. Battle mode 0982. Zoid count 2. Ready..."
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"Um, sir, we are having an electrical malnufunction on the satellite posted at coordinates 7302A. All rule-banks have been erased by something!"
"Lock your tracer on it. We can't let anything happen to this new satellite."
"I'm already on it. Should I request additional backup in case the satellite goes down?"
"Yes. Send the one from 7238B into range of battle 23."
_______________________
Liutenent Minute suddenly gasped.
"We have an unidentified craft approaching us!"
"And we were so close! Only 1000 miles left!"
"What is it?"
"It looks just like the other satellite we saw earlier."
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"--Fight!"
Two Zoids suddenly dissapeared from Vega's eyeline.
"Hmm, interesting strategy." Vega calculated. Since there were two Zoids, they were most likely going to charge at him from two different sides. Which meant that he would have to act quickly. He readied the strike claws.
"1, 2, 3!" suddenly he fired at a glint he had spotted earlier.
"He's good, but I'm better!" Rueben thought as he dodged the assault. Then he fired his twin plasma cannons.
KABAANG! When the dust cleared, the Berserk Fuhrer was still standing with its shield deployed.
"That's one mighty strong shield!" Gerrard commented.
Then Vega striked.
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"Deploy wing blades!" Liutenant Second commanded.
"It's getting too close!" Hours yelled.
"We are going to have to go through it!"
"No fancy ariel maneuvers! The frame of this can't hold too much!"
_______________________
Gasp.
"Judge Satellite 342 is being approached by three unidentified aircrafts! If we continue the same speed, collision will be inevitable."
"Let me see!"
"We could shoot them down, but the debris would be dangereous to the satellite!"
"I'll send the word. We need everyone on this problem."
Suddenly, another voice yelled, "Satellite 343 has stopped responding and has been reprogrammed into a crash course towards the area where the Blitz team is!"
"Why does everything have to go awry at the same time?" the commander muttered.
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"Charge partical cannon, FIRE!" Vega said as a beam of condensed energy shot out towards the Stealth Viper. It hit it squarely on the tail.
"Gerrard! Are you okay?"
"Scratched on the tail. But stealth capabilities are down 10%"
"Exchange fire!"
"Battle Over! Battle Over! The winner is: The Backdraft group! And now, time for battle mode 0999 for a battle with no rules! HAHAHAHA!" the Dark Judge said.
"What?! Where did he come from?"
"And now the judge satellite will self-destruct and destroy everything in a 2 mile radius. You better run now!"
KABAAAM!
______________________
"I had no choice!" Hours exclaimed to himself as the Storm Sworder sliced through the Solar panel on the judge satellite. It descended to the earth.
______________________
"JUDGE SATELLITE 342 has been destroyed!"
"We intercepted a virus that was implanted by the Backdraft group several years ago! If that is actual then--"
"Judge Capsule 23616 has lost contact."
"The three ships that we have identified as heavily modified Storm-Sworders are now in the upper atmosphere of Zi."
"The government has issued a state of warning! All Zoid battles are to cease and also..."
"We received a message from the other planet that has been around here."
It dawned on the President then.
_______________________
"Atmospheric Conditions good. Begin descent into upper stratosphere."
Second sighed. So far so good. Suddenly, his radar began to blink red.
"We have something on. Looks like three missiles. They aren't aimed at us."
"Now reaching the lower stratosphere. Prepare to land in one minute."
"Wait a second-- they're turning around!"
"30 seconds left."
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"WAIT!"
"What sir?"
"First cancel the missiles! THEY ARE NUCLEAR!"
"How did that happen! Cancel the missile strike!"
"This is bad!"
"Sensors have overloaded! We can't stop them!"
"We're doomed!"
"We've been saying that alot recently!"
"Never mind that! THE WORLD ENDS TODAY!"
"Engaging battle with Annoying Reveler. Using paper bat attack!" Suddenly one of the technicians jumped onto his console and threw a paper airplane at the other man.
"Ow!!! That hurt! Now I will procede to give a dire prediction! Your guts dropped by 10!"
"What are we doing?"
_______________________
"20 seconds left!"
"10 meters left til impact! Collision is inevitable!"
"Evasive Maneuvers! Evasive Maneuvers!"
"10 seconds!"
_______________________
CRASH! CRASH!
"Stop stomping around the computer keyboards before you crash the entire system!"
"Oh yeah! I use PSI Rockin Omega to deal 2934 points of damage to you!"
"Then I'll call for help and Crazy Taxi will join the battle!"
A yellow taxicab vanished out of nowhere and smashed into the main console.
"************* ERROR! MAINFRAME CRASH!"
"Now look what you've done! You freezed the entire system! It'll take us weeks to reboot it!"
"************* NUCLEAR MISSILES CEASE FUNCTIONING!"
"What?! YAY! We're saved!"
"We've been saying that alot recently too!"
_______________________
The missiles suddenly had technical malnufunctions and promptly veered off course.
"2 seconds till-- WE'VE LANDED!"
"Hallellughia!"
"Now where is that return capsule?"
"Initiate tests! I don't want anything else done before we take care of that!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Here we gooooooooo!"
_______________________
The technichians and programmers started dancing around the control room wildly.
"We've been saved!"
"Thank lord!"
"WAIT! What about the unidentified aircraft?"
"Oh no..."
"Send out a squadron of Guysacks to check em out!"
_______________________
As the smoke cleared, it revealed the dim glowing light of Vega's shield.
"Phew! That was close."
Rueben and Gerrard also emerged from the mist unscathed.
"That was suprising. I thought the Backdraft group had been disbanded!"
"Wait, was that another Dark Judge satellite or was that a Reprogrammed Judge Satellite?"
"Hmm, this sounds like plagiarism."
"Wait! What's that?" Gerrard commented as the dark thing lifted off into the air.
"That sure wasn't a Dark Judge satellite."
"May be it's the Backdrafts group new-- what else is going on?"
Suddenly, the judge satellite lifted off into the air, but a big claw reached up and grabbed it.
"That certainly can't be good..."
Tale of Two Worlds
Chapter 6: Interception
"Launch Initiation Sequence in Progress. Pilot Identities confirmed. Launch in 2 minutes."
"Is everything all set?" Dr. Dee inquired.
"Yes."
"Then what are we waiting for? Launch immediately!"
"But we still have 97 seconds!"
"Time is of the essence now. We can't wait!"
"Well, okay. Launch now!"
_______________________
"An hour before we sent three return attachments to the mystery planet. It will take them approximately 3 hours to recharge fully inorder to send you back home. We also have a second set that is on standby should the first be damaged or destroyed. We aren't taking any chances." Dr. Dee broadcasted to the three airships, "In three minutes, you will be out of range of standard communication equipment. The emergency radio is single use only. One time."
"I understand."
"Good L--" zscrzzzz.
_______________________
"Wow! The view is gorgeous up here!"
"Don't get to comfortable. We may never be coming back."
"Don't be such a pessimist!"
"I'm simply stating the fact, you, optimist!"
"Stop arguing and keep your eye on that planet. We should be receiving anti-aircraft fire any moment now."
"WHAT?! They never said there were going to shoot us!"
"Then what is that big thing in the distance?"
"It looks like a satellite!"
"And it dropped something! That is the rocket! WE'RE DOOMED!"
_______________________
"Zoid battle request at coordinates 7302A. Battle approved. Deploy judge capsule!"
_______________________
Vega eagerly waited for the judge to arrive. This was going to be his first battle against a Class S team. He had received permission from the Commission to have a 5 battle marathon against Class S. If he won three of the battles, they would be inducted into Class S.
BLAM! The judge satellite landed.
"Battle Approved! Battle Approved!" the judge proclaimed, "Vega Obscura verses the Shadow Team! The area within--"
_______________________
"Pheww! That was close!" Liutenant Hours sighed.
"Yes. Okay! Now we're about 3000 miles from the planet."
_______________________
"--must leave. Battle mode 0982. Zoid count 2. Ready..."
_______________________
"Um, sir, we are having an electrical malnufunction on the satellite posted at coordinates 7302A. All rule-banks have been erased by something!"
"Lock your tracer on it. We can't let anything happen to this new satellite."
"I'm already on it. Should I request additional backup in case the satellite goes down?"
"Yes. Send the one from 7238B into range of battle 23."
_______________________
Liutenent Minute suddenly gasped.
"We have an unidentified craft approaching us!"
"And we were so close! Only 1000 miles left!"
"What is it?"
"It looks just like the other satellite we saw earlier."
_______________________
"--Fight!"
Two Zoids suddenly dissapeared from Vega's eyeline.
"Hmm, interesting strategy." Vega calculated. Since there were two Zoids, they were most likely going to charge at him from two different sides. Which meant that he would have to act quickly. He readied the strike claws.
"1, 2, 3!" suddenly he fired at a glint he had spotted earlier.
"He's good, but I'm better!" Rueben thought as he dodged the assault. Then he fired his twin plasma cannons.
KABAANG! When the dust cleared, the Berserk Fuhrer was still standing with its shield deployed.
"That's one mighty strong shield!" Gerrard commented.
Then Vega striked.
_______________________
"Deploy wing blades!" Liutenant Second commanded.
"It's getting too close!" Hours yelled.
"We are going to have to go through it!"
"No fancy ariel maneuvers! The frame of this can't hold too much!"
_______________________
Gasp.
"Judge Satellite 342 is being approached by three unidentified aircrafts! If we continue the same speed, collision will be inevitable."
"Let me see!"
"We could shoot them down, but the debris would be dangereous to the satellite!"
"I'll send the word. We need everyone on this problem."
Suddenly, another voice yelled, "Satellite 343 has stopped responding and has been reprogrammed into a crash course towards the area where the Blitz team is!"
"Why does everything have to go awry at the same time?" the commander muttered.
_______________________
"Charge partical cannon, FIRE!" Vega said as a beam of condensed energy shot out towards the Stealth Viper. It hit it squarely on the tail.
"Gerrard! Are you okay?"
"Scratched on the tail. But stealth capabilities are down 10%"
"Exchange fire!"
"Battle Over! Battle Over! The winner is: The Backdraft group! And now, time for battle mode 0999 for a battle with no rules! HAHAHAHA!" the Dark Judge said.
"What?! Where did he come from?"
"And now the judge satellite will self-destruct and destroy everything in a 2 mile radius. You better run now!"
KABAAAM!
______________________
"I had no choice!" Hours exclaimed to himself as the Storm Sworder sliced through the Solar panel on the judge satellite. It descended to the earth.
______________________
"JUDGE SATELLITE 342 has been destroyed!"
"We intercepted a virus that was implanted by the Backdraft group several years ago! If that is actual then--"
"Judge Capsule 23616 has lost contact."
"The three ships that we have identified as heavily modified Storm-Sworders are now in the upper atmosphere of Zi."
"The government has issued a state of warning! All Zoid battles are to cease and also..."
"We received a message from the other planet that has been around here."
It dawned on the President then.
_______________________
"Atmospheric Conditions good. Begin descent into upper stratosphere."
Second sighed. So far so good. Suddenly, his radar began to blink red.
"We have something on. Looks like three missiles. They aren't aimed at us."
"Now reaching the lower stratosphere. Prepare to land in one minute."
"Wait a second-- they're turning around!"
"30 seconds left."
_______________________
"WAIT!"
"What sir?"
"First cancel the missiles! THEY ARE NUCLEAR!"
"How did that happen! Cancel the missile strike!"
"This is bad!"
"Sensors have overloaded! We can't stop them!"
"We're doomed!"
"We've been saying that alot recently!"
"Never mind that! THE WORLD ENDS TODAY!"
"Engaging battle with Annoying Reveler. Using paper bat attack!" Suddenly one of the technicians jumped onto his console and threw a paper airplane at the other man.
"Ow!!! That hurt! Now I will procede to give a dire prediction! Your guts dropped by 10!"
"What are we doing?"
_______________________
"20 seconds left!"
"10 meters left til impact! Collision is inevitable!"
"Evasive Maneuvers! Evasive Maneuvers!"
"10 seconds!"
_______________________
CRASH! CRASH!
"Stop stomping around the computer keyboards before you crash the entire system!"
"Oh yeah! I use PSI Rockin Omega to deal 2934 points of damage to you!"
"Then I'll call for help and Crazy Taxi will join the battle!"
A yellow taxicab vanished out of nowhere and smashed into the main console.
"************* ERROR! MAINFRAME CRASH!"
"Now look what you've done! You freezed the entire system! It'll take us weeks to reboot it!"
"************* NUCLEAR MISSILES CEASE FUNCTIONING!"
"What?! YAY! We're saved!"
"We've been saying that alot recently too!"
_______________________
The missiles suddenly had technical malnufunctions and promptly veered off course.
"2 seconds till-- WE'VE LANDED!"
"Hallellughia!"
"Now where is that return capsule?"
"Initiate tests! I don't want anything else done before we take care of that!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Here we gooooooooo!"
_______________________
The technichians and programmers started dancing around the control room wildly.
"We've been saved!"
"Thank lord!"
"WAIT! What about the unidentified aircraft?"
"Oh no..."
"Send out a squadron of Guysacks to check em out!"
_______________________
As the smoke cleared, it revealed the dim glowing light of Vega's shield.
"Phew! That was close."
Rueben and Gerrard also emerged from the mist unscathed.
"That was suprising. I thought the Backdraft group had been disbanded!"
"Wait, was that another Dark Judge satellite or was that a Reprogrammed Judge Satellite?"
"Hmm, this sounds like plagiarism."
"Wait! What's that?" Gerrard commented as the dark thing lifted off into the air.
"That sure wasn't a Dark Judge satellite."
"May be it's the Backdrafts group new-- what else is going on?"
Suddenly, the judge satellite lifted off into the air, but a big claw reached up and grabbed it.
"That certainly can't be good..."
