Keemew2: I am soooooooo sorry about how late this is. It's not entirely my fault though. My net was turned off for awhile, so I couldn't do anything. Sorry guys. SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY!!!!!!! Batter yet, Gomen nasei!!! I use Japanese apology for Japanese story line!!! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapie. Yoyo! I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!! You thought enough of my wittle story to read FIVE times!!! I feel so luvd!!!!! Oh, and just ta let ya no…..Gohan is so on my top bishies list, but I prefer Kura-chan from Yu Yu Hakushou and Q-chan from Gundam wing. They are numero uno for me. But he is on the list. Like so many other wishtheywerereal bisheis!!!!! ~_~ The list just keeps growing and growing as I watch more and more new shows…eeeeeee!!! (huggles newest addition to top Anime bishies list, Belmont plushie and squeals) I can't believe how much he reminds me of Q-chan!!! Yes, I know, I'm biased. And LiL PriNCeSs Me…. yes I ended it there. I hope this chapie makes up for my bad drop. Or not. Well, hope ya guys like. Once again,
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry……..I'm sure you get the point. The library here only let's you have ONE hour to do stuff. I don't even get to go much and my e-mail has priority over certain stuff since I have online friends in other countries and stuff. Sorry it took so long, blame my mom! She turned it off; it was her plan to turn it off so the family would spend more time with each other! JEEZE It's my SISTER that spends twenty four seven on the NET NOT me!!!! Why do I have to suffer cause of her!?! Oh, well. I'm here now!!!! ^_~
Zoids
Ch. 12- Worries are not just for family.
PG-13
General, Drama
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"Vegie?" Williams asked.
"My brother!" The girl yelled, eyeing Treisa with more then a little bit of scorn.
"Williams, this is Ravine Marianne Obscura, the younger sister of Vega Obscura, our pilot of the Berserk Fury."
"I thought Vega was in the custody of-."
"No longer." She said, cutting Williams off. "We took the liberty to relieve young Vega from the ZBC's foster care facility. His talents were being wasted. They wanted him to live like a child his age should."
"Why is she here?" He asked, indicating Ravine. Treisa smiled at the girl who just glared back and glanced at Williams. Quietly she replied.
"Vega wouldn't come with us. He said he was happy there with his sister. So,we took the liberty to take her with us. Naturally he followed without complaint." Williams went cold inside, but kept his outward composure.
"So…in other words…you kidnapped her and used her as bait to get to Vega?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"Yes." She replied simply. More loudly, so the girl could hear, she added, "Vega is in the lab. He is going to meet with Shasta, so I was told. You can see him later Ravine." Instead of replying, Ravine threw her book at Treisa who dodged it and went to the door. "Williams, your new task is to watch her. From what we have seen you are more useful as a daycare worker then a soldier." She left, closing the door behind her. Williams turned back to Ravine and swallowed a little. The girl was looking at him sweetly, but he could tell that she had dark intentions hidden behind her innocent looking little eyes.
"You have to be kidding me." He murmured as the little girl stood up to meet her new nanny.
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Eagle paced his cell quickly, aggravation pulling him in several different directions. What was taking so long? What ever that lady wanted with Tom she should be done by now! He really needed to talk to him now.
Eagle stopped and looked at the cell door quickly as keys played with the lock. Eagle hurried to a sitting position that look real enough to suit his needs. He put his back to the wall, pulled his knees to his chest, arms over the knees and head in arms. He then set his mind into a mid-conscious state, his face taking on a depressed look.
The door opened.
"Hey kid." A female voice entered the room. It was the same voice, belonging to the woman who took Tom away. Eagle didn't move. The voice sighed. "Jamie Hemeros?" She asked as if he was waiting for a proper call. When he still didn't respond she sighed again. "Stay by the door. If he moves, shoot him with a trank."
"Yes, ma'am." Eagle inwardly growled in annoyance as he heard the second voice reply. She wasn't
stupid. He heard her footsteps coming closer and felt her hand on his arm.
"Hemeros? What's wrong, kid?" She shook his arm slightly and Eagle felt his relaxed limb fall to the side. She quickly lifted Eagles head and looked at his face. Eagle saw slight concern in her eyes as she looked at him. "Oh, crap. It looks like he's in a depressive state! I heard his mom committed suicide because of depression. Her father did the same. Chronic depression tends to run in the genes." She turned her head to the door and out of the corner of his eye, Eagle saw two men standing in the door way. "Parker, I want you to go tell Marker about this development. I heard his last communications call with his 'partner' and it wasn't pleasant. Our mysterious other boss thinks that making the kid think no one cares is a bad thing. I think they are right." As if on an after thought added, "Don't tell Marker I said that."
"Yes, ma'am!" he saluted, then turned and hurried away.
"Treisa, I'm a little worried." The second man said. "What if he gets worse! We can't take him to a hospital, and we don't have a doctor on this ship. Our small group is all that's left of the Backdraft group and it was never really part of it in the first place!"
"Oh, shut up and stop worrying so much Hank!" Treisa replied "If you remember right, we are the backbone of the Backdraft. Our agendas weren't even known to the supposed leaders, remember?"
"Yeah."
"Then knock off the 'oh, what do we do' routine."
"Alright." Treisa took a small flashlight out of her belt and, turning back to Eagle, and opened one of his eyes wider. She shined the light in his eye and moved it around a little. Eagle didn't even register it. He was thinking about everything he had heard. This information could be useful later on. "Unresponsive." He heard her muttered. She let his head slump back into his knees and stood up. Eagle heard her footsteps fade away. "We should go. We have work to do. And if I hear you say anymore bull crap about being worried overt the future, I'm gonna have to slap you."
"Very funny Triesa. Let's go." The door closed and locked and eagle lifted his head up.
"Now what?" He cried in exasperation as he slumped his head into his hands.
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Brad walked into the dinning room and heard cooking in the kitchen. Momentarily forgetting what had transpired the last few hours, he reflexively called out to Jamie.
"Hey Jamie, what'cha cooking?" Then, remembering what had happened, he berated himself and hoped for dear life it wasn't Oscar in the kitchen. To his surprise, Sanders popped his head out with a confused look on his face.
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, reflex. I'm kind of tired. What are you doing in there?"
"Oh. Well, Dr. Touros said to make ourselves at home right now. I was a little hungry, I haven't eaten in two days, so I decided to make…Peirces favorite meal." Brad noticed a slight hesitation on her name.
"You miss her, don't you?"
"Yeah." Sanders went back inside the kitchen and Brad followed. He took a coffee cup down and poured himself a cup, then turned to look at Sanders. He stood there for a few minutes silently, drinking his coffee. Sanders continued mixing different ingredients into a big bowl. The end result was an orange mess of rice, cooked hamburger and other whatnots inside.
"It's called enchilada casserole. " Sanders said when he noticed Brad giving the mess a grotesque face. "The orange coloring is enchilada sauce. It's very good, actually. Very spicy too, if you do it right. She had…has…a talent for making anything spicy." Sanders said. He seemed to be holding the spoon a little too tight while stirring.
"I'm sure she's okay." Brad said reassuringly. Sanders stopped stirring and pulled a bowl of torn up tortilla shells to him, then reached for a nearby casserole dish.
"I would really like to believe that." He murmured. "But If I know anything about enemies…they usually kill those who know to much. They would have to have a very good reason to keep her alive."
"Maybe that mysterious Zoid she mentioned might give a reason for her to live."
"What?"
"Well, didn't you mention she said something about a zoid in trouble?"
"Yeah. She did. You really think that?"
"Hey, it could happen. Think positive. It works for Bit." Sanders grinned at the mention of the overly enthusiastic young man. But, it was true. He was pretty optimistic about things.
"You're right." Sanders murmured, absently putting the shells in the pan. "I should probably take notes." He joked. Brad shook his head, a slight chuckle coming out.
"Oh, no. That would leave us with two Bit Clouds. One is enough for me, thank you very much." The two laughed and Sanders continued his work of putting the torn tortillas in the pan. Then he took a dipper and poured some of the gunk in it. Cheese was added after that, then another layer of tortillas, gunk, and cheese. After the second layer of cheese was put on, he turned to Brad and put his hand out in a 'ta-daa' fashion.
"That, is Enchilada casserole." Brad looked at it skeptically and Sanders smiled again. "It needs to bake." He took the dish and stuck it in the oven, then took a piece of tortilla and put a tad bit of gunk on it followed by cheese and held it in a cupped fashion so it wouldn't spill. "Even raw, it's really good. Here, try it." Brad backed up a little into the counter he was leaning against and put his hands up.
"Uh, thanks, but…"
"No, really! It's good, trust me." Brad looked at it a moment, then took it. He closed his eyes and put it in his mouth. At first he stood there with his cheeks puffed up, like a kid would do with cough syrup, then opened his eyes with a curious expression. He swallowed and looked at Sanders.
"How long does it have to cook?"
"Too long for my liking."
"Hurry."
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Shasta was led down the hall stiffly by Marker, then down another hall and stopped at the end. A door with the letters LAB printed big and wide were there. He opened the door and reveled a large room with a lot of equipment in it. Two men in white coats seemed to be trying to pull something into view. Shasta stepped in and saw Vega struggling with the men. Her eyes grew wide and she looked quickly at Marker who snapped his fingers. The men abruptly stopped what they were doing and stood at attention.
"Sir!" They said in unison.
"Is he giving you all trouble?"
"A little Sir." The man on the right said. Vega crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Marker.
"Where is Ravine?" He demanded. Marker smirked and glanced at Shasta.
"I believe you two have something in common my dear." He murmured to Shasta. Vega's face softened when he saw her.
"Shasta?" He asked, "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" She asked. She turned to Marker and glared at him. "What is he doing here? I thought he was in foster care. Under the protection of the ZBC!"
"Not very good protection as you can see. We were able to snag him and his little sister easily."
"You jerk. It's one thing kidnapping a fifteen year old, but kidnapping an eight year old is a whole nother story! I don't get it! Why are you doing all this?"
"I do believe it's about time you learned our little secret." Marker murmured. "In truth the Backdraft group was not just a place of unauthorized fighting. That was just a ruse. We used that as an excuse to test our machines, though certain members didn't know that. Those that are in jail as we speak are the ones who thought they were in control. However, it was to their disappointment, of course. Me and mine were always the ones in true control. This one little cargo carrier. A simple plan really. Find enough of the weapon X machines and use them to our advantage. Anyway we can."
"I won't be used by anyone." Vega said defiantly. Marker smirked and looked at him.
"Oh, really. Does that mean you don't care what happens to your sister then?"
"What has she got to do with anything?" Vega asked in suspicious confusion.
"Insurance."
"Insurance?" His eyes widened in realization and he looked quickly at Shasta. She turned her head so she didn't have to look at him and he looked back at the smirking Marker. "You…you wouldn't! She's just a child! She's only eight for goodness sakes! What kind of person are you?"
"A monster." Shasta ground out. "A monster that doesn't give a care about anyone. A monster that would poison a boy just to keep his father and friends at bay and then make said boy believe they didn't want him. A monster that would hold a little girls life over her brother. A monster that gets joy out of hurting people. One that enjoys others suffering. That's what kind of person he is." She looked at Marker again, sending her glare full force at him. She straitened herself up to a prideful length and looked him strait in the face. "So. What is your true purpose Marker?" She asked stiffly. "Your agenda's are obviously of high standards that you don't want to risk anything. What are they?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing really. Nothing but world domination."
"What?" Vega and Shasta asked in unison. Both of them looked at him incredulously. I mean, of all the stupid ideas!
"You're kidding, right?" Shasta asked, "That ideal went out the window over a hundred years ago! I mean, it's been done so often and failed!"
"Yes. However, my plan is working so far. I have the Hemeros boy under my control, I have the granddaughter of a master mind at my mercy, and now I have Vega. All I need now is to find some way to get Bit Cloud and Leon Touros and I'll be a happy man."
"What has Touros' son got to do with anything?" Shasta asked
"The Zoid he found in the desert wasn't an ordinary wild one. As rare as those are nowadays, his red is quite rare indeed. I had been tracking it for sometime before he stumbled on it. Amazingly, his is a recent member of the X family, just as yours is one of the oldest. How is a mystery I intend to find out."
"A recent…member?" Shasta asked
"Yes. Now, if you would be so kind as to help my scientist work out their little theories…I will take Vega to see his sister. I'm sure you want a break from all the test they have been running on you, right?" He asked Vega. Shasta looked at him, shocked.
"Tests?"
"Oh, don't worry Shasta." Vega said, waving off her worries. "It's nothing to bad, they were just checking my response time and all. Annoying little things Sarah used to do." He turned to Marker and glared at him. "You set her up, didn't you? All she ever wanted was the best for me! You never told her your intentions, did you?"
"Of course not. Now, do you want to see your sister, or not?"
"Of, course I do." Vega looked over at Shasta, "Will you be okay?" She smiled down at her young friend, "Yes, of course I will." She replied with more assurance then she felt.
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Keemew2: Will Williams be able to get back to Eagle? Will Vega and his sister be safe in the hands of thses monsters? Will Shasta preserve her and her sisters lives long enough to be rescued? Will they even BE resued? Will Jamie ever snap out of his mental confusion and pity party? And will anyone else like my favorite mexican dish of Enchilada Cassarole? Stay tuned for the next incredible chapter of……Ptera&Shasta!!!! Am I evil or what? Don't you just hate me? Well….oh, well. That kind of things comes with the job. I also have an important question to ask yu guys. I finally put my novel up….I won't out anything else up until I get enough possitve feedback that people like it. It's called 'The Heroes of Juranus'. Don't let the tittle fool you, I know it sounds rather silly…but it's very good from what I have been told. Could yu guys take a look? PLEEEEEEEEASE!!! Pretty please with sugar on top? Maybe an anime plushie on top too? My novel is my baby.
