Well, this is my second shot at this story. This version is completely
redone! So if you like it, please drop me a review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Zoids, though I really wish I did. I own most of the Zoid model kits, does that count as owning them?
Prologue
This is the story of a world trying to recover from years of war. I've been here since the beginning. I was the beginning and I was the end. I will shape the future and correct the past.
The current year is ZAC 2255, 153 years after the defeat of the Death Saurer, and 132 years after the mysterious disappearance of four individuals from the Chaotic Century. The Chaotic Century, as I hear, was the time of war on this planet. I was recovering then, and even now my core hasn't fully returned to power. Either way, only I and my comrades know of what truly happened to Van, Fiona, Raven, and Reese. They, themselves, their souls, their minds; they live within the organoids. Or at least that is what it seems.
My mind, it is confused. The Blades of Hope still sleep. They remain dormant until we find them. Until I find them within me. But no, they aren't me, are they?
This new world, the one I call my time, is the future. I watched from inside as Zi changed. The Zoid population has dropped dramatically. Where are the Empire's Molgas and the Republic's White Shield Ligers? They are gone. The Zoid Battle Commission has begun. They saw their chance and gave the ancestors of the brave warriors a chance to soothe their burning desires; the desire to run as one with the machines again.
The Commission, they have designed monitored Zoid battles, all stored in Ranks. The pilots can either join a team or go solo. But why must I must I be forced to do so. I'm not a Zoid, am I? Or maybe I am? Am I only a spirit? It has been so long; have I ever actually walked on my own four feet? The world I use to see blue is now red. Is it just that I was before looking at sky, ignoring the brutality around me, and now I look to the red of reality? I don't know. I don't remember.
Mass production of new Zoids has started. They are different, designed not to destroy. They aren't my creations, so like and so unlike the products of my power. The Zoids, they're not like the old days, the days of war and destruction. Everything is different.
I've heard of a boy. A boy they call Raven. His name is so familiar, so strange. His destiny calls, I can fell it running through my gyro caps. Yet, are they my gyro caps, or another's? His current rank: The top Hel Kat pilot in the Commission. If only he knew. If only I knew. Then it would all make sense.
Please don't flame me!! ^-^' But do review if you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Zoids, though I really wish I did. I own most of the Zoid model kits, does that count as owning them?
Prologue
This is the story of a world trying to recover from years of war. I've been here since the beginning. I was the beginning and I was the end. I will shape the future and correct the past.
The current year is ZAC 2255, 153 years after the defeat of the Death Saurer, and 132 years after the mysterious disappearance of four individuals from the Chaotic Century. The Chaotic Century, as I hear, was the time of war on this planet. I was recovering then, and even now my core hasn't fully returned to power. Either way, only I and my comrades know of what truly happened to Van, Fiona, Raven, and Reese. They, themselves, their souls, their minds; they live within the organoids. Or at least that is what it seems.
My mind, it is confused. The Blades of Hope still sleep. They remain dormant until we find them. Until I find them within me. But no, they aren't me, are they?
This new world, the one I call my time, is the future. I watched from inside as Zi changed. The Zoid population has dropped dramatically. Where are the Empire's Molgas and the Republic's White Shield Ligers? They are gone. The Zoid Battle Commission has begun. They saw their chance and gave the ancestors of the brave warriors a chance to soothe their burning desires; the desire to run as one with the machines again.
The Commission, they have designed monitored Zoid battles, all stored in Ranks. The pilots can either join a team or go solo. But why must I must I be forced to do so. I'm not a Zoid, am I? Or maybe I am? Am I only a spirit? It has been so long; have I ever actually walked on my own four feet? The world I use to see blue is now red. Is it just that I was before looking at sky, ignoring the brutality around me, and now I look to the red of reality? I don't know. I don't remember.
Mass production of new Zoids has started. They are different, designed not to destroy. They aren't my creations, so like and so unlike the products of my power. The Zoids, they're not like the old days, the days of war and destruction. Everything is different.
I've heard of a boy. A boy they call Raven. His name is so familiar, so strange. His destiny calls, I can fell it running through my gyro caps. Yet, are they my gyro caps, or another's? His current rank: The top Hel Kat pilot in the Commission. If only he knew. If only I knew. Then it would all make sense.
Please don't flame me!! ^-^' But do review if you like it!