1 Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids. I wish I did. Any thing that is not familiar too you (unless it's familiar to you from the chapter before) are my own as well. Thank you.

2 (Authors note: If a name is in parenthesis the part is in that persons point of view. Thank you very much. R&R.)

3 An Unexpected Event

3.1 Part 2

(Samantha)

*Back at the Hover Cargo*

Ugh, I don't want to get up. Somebody just shoot me now. I opened my eyes to find myself too tired to focus. Okay let's try waking up one more time. Maybe I can live through this. I tried to open my eyes one more time. This time I was able to keep my eyes open. Only to find myself in a strange room without my dogs at my feet. Not only that, everything was still blurry. I realized that someone had removed my contacts while I was unconscious. Whatever happened, I hope wherever this is, it isn't the enemy's place. I groaned at the thought of being in a place where I wasn't welcome.

A face moved into my vision. It looked vaguely familiar.

"You okay?"

I've heard that voice before. Where have I heard that voice before? Oh yes, now I remember. He's that guy that defended me earlier today. "Ow. How bad am I hurt?"

"You've got a broken left wrist, hyperextend right ankle, concussion, black eye, broken nose, split lip, shattered ribs, and plenty of bruises and cuts to boot. What happened that got you into such a condition?"

"I was jumped by about thirty men. Dawson and Brontie weren't there. I've trained them to run back to the carrier. I was able to either knock about seventeen or more unconscious or worse. In the end, one hit me upside the head with something. That's all I can remember." Blackness started to creep around my vision. "Oh no. I'm going to pass out now," and I did.

Next time I woke up, I tried to sit up immediately. Very dumb idea. My ribs started to shriek in pain. I just fell back with a moan of pain.

"Well, it's about time you woke up. You where out for three days."

I looked to my right where I had heard the voice. It was that same guy. "No wonder I'm hungry." I stopped at the thought of food. "Brontie, Dawson. Oh crap! My dogs are going to starve!" I tried to get up.

"Don't try to get up. You'll only hurt yourself even more. I'll get them if you'll just tell me where they are."

"They're trained to trust me and me only. They won't go near you. I just have to find them. The poor boys."

"You're going to be stuck in bed for a while. You need to get your strength back. Trust me, you are in bad condition."

"Maybe not. Listen. I need some help from you. Just help me stand up and I'll be able to get myself going from there."

The man looked at me with apprehension upon his face. "Alright, but I still think you should get some rest." He helped me to stand up. When I had my balance I put my hands to about the height of my waist and swung my fists forward. They connected with something solid. A door appeared and I walked through.

"Where did this come from?" This guys eyes where about to pop out of his head.

"Give me a hand. I need to get a potion out of that cabinet." I said pointing to a cabinet that was close to me. He helped me over to it. I pulled out a clear potion and drank it without a word. A moment later I was tearing off all the bandages. "Perfect heal!" I said as I walked out of the room.

"What was that place?"

"That was my lab. I have all sorts of stuff in there that would send you for a loop. Now, how do I get out of here? I need to get my dogs."

"Follow me." I followed him down some halls and other such things. He led me out the hanger.

"Plug your ears. This is going to be loud." I put my thumb and forefinger into my mouth and whistled a very high pitched loud whistle. I then sat down on the ground and stared to the horizon.