Okay, this isn't my first fic, but it is the first of its kind that I've
written, so it deserves something. Please review if you like it! I'll add
more if I get reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids or anything relating to it. I only own Eircad. (Weird name isn't it?) NOW READ!!!
~~~Chapter 1: Welcome to Project Shield Liger~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eircad could barely believe the sight that towered before him. Though the final layer of metallic armor was yet to be placed on, it still shown with a shear power that seemed to shine radiant throughout the entire base, despite the pall that had been cast upon it in the midst of a growing war of empires.
It was the first of its kind; a technological masterpiece of the Republic. The design originally was made from that of a Bear Fighter, a sparsely produced zoid. At first sight though, you could easily tell that this would wipe out any further production of the Bear Fighter.
"Ear Kid?"
Eircad turned to look at the person who shouted, noticing he was referring to him. A small wave of heated anger and embarrassment flooded over him, giving him little space to correct it. "Excuse me. My name is Eircad. It may look weird, but it is pronounced Air-Cad."
The soldier who had called him shrugged. He ran a pencil down a list of names and stopped near the bottom. Pausing to look back at Eircad. "This says your 17, but I beg to differ. You look no more then a day over 14."
Eircad felt a flat look overcome his already annoyed face, "I'm almost 18 for your information. So I'm a little small, I can't say you're all that tall either."
With a sigh, the man looked back at the list. "Can you pilot a zoid? We need a tester for the new Cannon Tortoise model. You up for it?'
Lost in a fantasy about the new zoid, Eircad looked blankly at him, snapping back to reality when the annoyance in his face came through. "Not wanting to argue with you, but I want to work with this zoid."
He pointed proudly to zoid. The man gazed once more at the list, erasing a few things and writing another. "Your in luck kid, you get to work with the cockpit controls. We need an assistant for the tech."
Eircad nodded. He was good with machines. He had even made his little sister a little dog toy out of stray parts once. He could handle this. He snapped out of his flashback again as the man extended his hand, "Welcome to Project Shield Liger."
He stared at it again, "Hey Shield Liger. I think I'm going to like this."
As he walked away to find to tech, he stopped suddenly. He looked around at the other people in the room, which there were very few of. They seemed to be doing what they were supposed to, no distractions. He took one last glance at the Shield Liger; its blue armor was glittering. Was it just him, or had that zoid just growled?
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids or anything relating to it. I only own Eircad. (Weird name isn't it?) NOW READ!!!
~~~Chapter 1: Welcome to Project Shield Liger~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eircad could barely believe the sight that towered before him. Though the final layer of metallic armor was yet to be placed on, it still shown with a shear power that seemed to shine radiant throughout the entire base, despite the pall that had been cast upon it in the midst of a growing war of empires.
It was the first of its kind; a technological masterpiece of the Republic. The design originally was made from that of a Bear Fighter, a sparsely produced zoid. At first sight though, you could easily tell that this would wipe out any further production of the Bear Fighter.
"Ear Kid?"
Eircad turned to look at the person who shouted, noticing he was referring to him. A small wave of heated anger and embarrassment flooded over him, giving him little space to correct it. "Excuse me. My name is Eircad. It may look weird, but it is pronounced Air-Cad."
The soldier who had called him shrugged. He ran a pencil down a list of names and stopped near the bottom. Pausing to look back at Eircad. "This says your 17, but I beg to differ. You look no more then a day over 14."
Eircad felt a flat look overcome his already annoyed face, "I'm almost 18 for your information. So I'm a little small, I can't say you're all that tall either."
With a sigh, the man looked back at the list. "Can you pilot a zoid? We need a tester for the new Cannon Tortoise model. You up for it?'
Lost in a fantasy about the new zoid, Eircad looked blankly at him, snapping back to reality when the annoyance in his face came through. "Not wanting to argue with you, but I want to work with this zoid."
He pointed proudly to zoid. The man gazed once more at the list, erasing a few things and writing another. "Your in luck kid, you get to work with the cockpit controls. We need an assistant for the tech."
Eircad nodded. He was good with machines. He had even made his little sister a little dog toy out of stray parts once. He could handle this. He snapped out of his flashback again as the man extended his hand, "Welcome to Project Shield Liger."
He stared at it again, "Hey Shield Liger. I think I'm going to like this."
As he walked away to find to tech, he stopped suddenly. He looked around at the other people in the room, which there were very few of. They seemed to be doing what they were supposed to, no distractions. He took one last glance at the Shield Liger; its blue armor was glittering. Was it just him, or had that zoid just growled?
