My first real chapter! Yay! Not that anyone really cares. Please r/r! It
maybe a bit confusing in the beginning..
Stupid Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I don't own any of the Zoids, I only own their models.
I do own: The New Raven and Irvine, Zorro, Faye, Vega, Zephyr, Lyre, Kyle, Jar, Beta, Irvine's Dad, all the Zoids' personalities, and um. yeah. I'll add more as I think of them
Chapter 1
The End- The Hel Kat Falls
The swiftly moving Command Wolf caught Irvine by surprise. He had never seen a Zoid move so gracefully, even a Zaber Tiger, or any flying Zoid. Watching was all he could do as he stared at the gray and red metal of the Zoid flash through the wooded area, catching the small sun beams in its armor as they soaked through the trees. His mind buzzed in thought as he pondered carefully for a moment, pausing to look back at the numerous Zoids he'd examined, yet none really gave him the feeling he had when he saw that Command Wolf. It was odd for him. All those months of endless research and observation of other Zoids, yet one of the oldest Zoids in Zi's history would be the one he wanted most. Oh course the wolf type was the particular machine with the most data known, but no, he had to overlook the obvious. Instead of drowning himself in his own pity as one usually did, he shrugged and glanced back at the Republican Zoid.
It was then that Irvine noticed a slight flaw in the front left leg of the Command Wolf. The joints seemed fine, yet the leg kept pulling outward and falling out of motion with the others, causing the metallic beast to become unsteady, as if walking on only three legs. In the flick of the obviously amateur pilot's wrist, the Zoid ran off course, almost running into a nearby tree. Taking enjoyment in this, Irvine nearly burst into laughter. He quickly contained this odd emotion, it would not have been right if he laughed. In an attempt to control his growing yearn to go into hysterics, Irvine grinned, thinking aloud, "I'll show him how to pilot a Zoid."
Irvine switched his gaze quickly, almost as a reflex, changing his attention to a grassy ledge that rose up next to him a few meters in the air. "Zorro," He called in a grunting voice.
A large shadow appeared on top of the ledge. Though the shadow showed no detail, for its creator still hid within the trees, it could be guessed that what ever was behind it was standing on all fours.
"Get that one."
The shadow stepped out into the light of the midday to reveal a bluish gray and white coat, which looked surprisingly fluffy. Zorro, as Irvine had called him, looked like a wolf, but bigger, much bigger. His back rose up about four feet into the air and his bushy tail extended another two and a half feet out, though he had it curled to his side. His head was that of a large wolf, yet where sharp eyes were supposed to lay, soft eyes took place. His legs were long and powerful, and covered in a darkened white fur. The tone of his fur, which was a very dark shade of bluish gray on the high point of his back, slowly faded to a dirty white near his legs, though his fur was strangely longer around his bold neck. He howled a sharp note, stirring some birds from their resting place, causing them to search for safer ground. As they did so, he jumped down from the cliff in an almost lightning speed and leaped into the air. He may have not been able to fly, but he could easily jump higher than any other being. In mid jump, he soared a few meters above the Command Wolf. As he did this, a blue flame began germinating from beneath the fur on his neck, soon engulfing his entire body. The now blue flame of Zorro flew past Irvine, causing his dirty blonde hair to curve forward into his icy blue eyes
The Command Wolf's radar beeped madly, provoking the pilot to turn the Zoid's head just in time to look directly at the blue blur headed toward them. The Zoid let out a painful cry as Zorro fused with it, entering and taking over its Zoid core. Irvine nodded in approval as Zorro drove the Command Wolf wild, making it run into a tree. As it tossed its metallic gray head, the pilot inside was knocked quickly unconscious. Zorro walked the Command Wolf over to the grinning Irvine, who jumped onto the blaster that rested on the Command Wolf's back. This was an older weapon, made so a pilot could control from atop the Zoid. Zorro switched the main controls to him, and waited for a moment so Irvine could look over them. Irvine examined the controls with a grin on his face, his hand gripping the throttles, noticing the simple ness of the operating system, "This might just be the one, Zorro."
Gunfire splashed the cool air, raining bullets on the vast plain, showering empty shell upon the nearby forests with their constant fire. The Heldigguners ran swiftly over the terrain, putting up a seemingly good fight, but not close to good enough. The Heldigguner weren't the only Zoids in the fight. Shiny red metal flashed in between trees, showing the basic outline of a Hel Kat. A grin of confidence came over the boy's calm face. In a flick of his wrist, the Hel Kat's four blaster barrels were active. This was a reflex by now considering how long he had piloted the old Zoid. The numerous battles had trained his wrists to move without much thought, a skill that took many pilots years to master, had only taken the boy a few weeks.
The first Heldigguner was easy, for it had no strategic connection with the others. Yet the other two were in formation, and had an idea of how he moved. They had done their homework and it was quickly paying off in their favor. There was an easy way to get around this little set back, and taking it seemed a vastly good idea. Pressing the dully illuminated red button on the control panel, the Hel Kat disappeared behind a large tree, and never came out on the other side. One of the Hel Digunner pilots opened the connection link to his partner, confusion taking over his usually calm voice, "Where did he go?"
The other pilot twisted around in his seat nervously, his hands tightly gripping the control sticks, "He put up the stealth shield. We can't hit him."
The boy circled around them, his blasters at full power. Taking careful aim on the two, he positioned his back mounted blasters on the first and his chest blasters on the second. He grinned slightly, squeezing the trigger. The four shells pierced the air and only stopped when they had successfully penetrated the two enemy Zoids' armor. With in seconds, the two were air bound, falling heavily a few yards away. As they slammed into the ground, a think cloud of light brown dust reached over the area. Slowly, the thick cloud resided, showing that the Zoids were also smoking. The smoke lifted to the skies swiftly, showing the open cockpit with the leader standing inside. Clutching his arm from the fall, the man dropped his gaze while raising his voice to the kid pilot. He sighed as he looked deeply at the boy. There was no way that a kid could be so skilled at such a difficult sport. "Raven, I admit, you are a wonderful pilot."
The boy opened his cockpit too. Drawing in a breath, he coughed as the dusty air swirled into his lungs. He turned his head away, returning his purple eyes to their original glance barely a second later. His sharp gaze locked onto the leader, "You know, you should try a three way attack, not have a solo and double assault. You must trust your comrades."
The team all gazed at the boy, as if ashamed to take advice from such a juvenile foe. One of the pilots looked heavily at Raven, taking in the boy's features. Raven wore and baggy pair of dark tan pants, which soon ended in a pair of odd looking boots. His shirt consisted of a long vest that reached down to his knees and was open in the front, revealing his chest. The vest was dull purplish fabric which was lined with a very dull deep red. He resembled what his named spoke of, his great grandfather Raven. The defeated team shook their heads, each settling back into the cockpits of their Zoids, urging the damaged machines up.
The boy, Raven, sighed. The Commission was slacking off in good opponents, at the moment he was, well, bored, to put it simply. He sat back in the cockpit, breathing deeply as the fresh forest air swirled around him. He left the top open for another moment, enjoying the light breeze, despite the already cool air. The breeze blew past his black hair, ruffling it into his eyes. With another deep breath of air, he closed the cockpit, taking comfort in the sound of it sealing, shook his head until his hair had settled slightly, and grabbed the controls, setting them to go deeper into the thick trees.
His Hel Kat moved swiftly into the dense forest, walking when the trees crowded one another and running when he could. After nearly and hour of travel, a large clearing, despite the numerous trees came into view. Raven stopped, pausing to look at which direction looked more appropriate to travel, and enjoyed for a moment the beams of light that shown through the higher leaves of the trees.
The Command Wolf's attack came suddenly, barely leaving enough time for the Hel Kat's radar to sense it, or Raven to respond. At first though, it seemed to be another Zoid sent by the Commission. Though as Raven quickly looked the wolf Zoid over, his opinion changed. Why would a pilot be sitting on top of his Zoid? That wasn't even a legal piloting point, for it put the pilot in danger of being struck by a poorly aimed bullet. He wasn't going to assume anything, so he spoke up, "State your name and registration number so I may enter you in my data. If you don't, I'm not held responsible for any charges given by the officials of The Zoid Battle Commission."
"State your name and registration number now then too," growled Irvine, his voice displaying a mocking tone, "For I'm not held responsible if the commission never hears from you again, which, judging by your current position, is very unlikely."
Raven scowled at him, mobilizing his Zoid, reflexively activating the stealth shield; this was an unsanctioned battle, no rules and no need to hold back. He charged at the Command Wolf, functioning off of pure instinct, and aimed his Zoid's blasters. As he flexed his muscle, reading himself to pull the trigger, the Command Wolf turned its head sharply towards him dodging the attack perfectly. Raven's head buzzed with quick thought, how could the pilot maneuver that well from atop the Zoid, and how was it possible for him to "see" through the stealth shield?
"Zorro, do it now!" yelled Irvine, his cold gaze fixed in a deadly gaze as he glared at the Hel Kat, "Blast that thing! Show him our power!"
The Command Wolf cried loudly, though its call resembled that of Zorro, not the cry of the Command Wolf itself. Even after his cry, its large mouth remained opened, as the Command Wolf lowered its head to the ground. Then, as strangely as it had lowered its head, it raised it again as high as it could take it. By now, Raven was confused, and somewhat scared at the strange antics of this Zoid. Why was it acting so strangely?
Then he saw it; the Zoid's leg was damaged rather badly. Small blue sparks emerged from around it where wired were exposed, yet it wasn't making a single flaw in maneuvering, nor speed, like it should. So it was simple, yet impossible, only something like this could be achieved by using an organoid!
Raven quickly broke out of his trail of thought, realizing that he was in danger. As he lifted his head once again to stare at the Zoid, he noticed a blue orb of light germinating from its mouth. Fear ran though him, the cold chill of terror started at his shoulders and ran down and out throughout his figure, freezing him in position. Why wasn't he pulling the trigger? He could be piercing the armor of the Command Wolf right now, yet he found himself totally unable to move. Was that Zoid about to unleash a Charged Particle Beam? No, Command Wolf couldn't generate such an attack.
Beeping sounded throughout his cockpit, the sounds alarming him of the danger to come. Raven suddenly came to his senses, gripping the controls and attempting to maneuver backwards, yet his long thought had wasted his precious time.
The Command Wolf positioned its head directly at the Hel Kat, straitening its neck. Raven saw the blue beam that had formed in the Command Wolf's mouth clearer than before. It let off a deadly aurora that seemed to draw Raven's attention in, despite its pure evil intentions. Sinking its legs into the ground, the Command Wolf released the beam, which shot out at incredible speeds. Raven was able to swiftly set the controls forward, taking a slight comfort in the sound of the Hel Kat's legs moving; however, his reaction wasn't fast enough.
The next thing he knew, Raven found himself being thrown, with his Zoid, into a tree. His control panel beeped madly, illuminating a light that indicating a total command system freeze. Desperately, Raven pulled up a small screen that displayed the Hel Kat's core condition. "No, it can't be."
Blue and white sparks engulfed the fallen Zoid, short circuiting its pilots falling hopes. Irvine grinned a menacing way and jumped down from his position atop the Command Wolf, landing hard on the mossy ground. Zorro defused instantly with the Zoid, and walked away as it collapsed behind him, drained of all its power from Zorro's invasion. Irvine jumped onto Zorro's bluish grey back, and the two ran off into the nearby forest, ignoring the rude shouts from Raven's cockpit.
Please don't flame me! If you want another chapter, you'll have to review and remember that it takes me a long time to edit new chapters!
Stupid Disclaimer: Much to my dismay, I don't own any of the Zoids, I only own their models.
I do own: The New Raven and Irvine, Zorro, Faye, Vega, Zephyr, Lyre, Kyle, Jar, Beta, Irvine's Dad, all the Zoids' personalities, and um. yeah. I'll add more as I think of them
Chapter 1
The End- The Hel Kat Falls
The swiftly moving Command Wolf caught Irvine by surprise. He had never seen a Zoid move so gracefully, even a Zaber Tiger, or any flying Zoid. Watching was all he could do as he stared at the gray and red metal of the Zoid flash through the wooded area, catching the small sun beams in its armor as they soaked through the trees. His mind buzzed in thought as he pondered carefully for a moment, pausing to look back at the numerous Zoids he'd examined, yet none really gave him the feeling he had when he saw that Command Wolf. It was odd for him. All those months of endless research and observation of other Zoids, yet one of the oldest Zoids in Zi's history would be the one he wanted most. Oh course the wolf type was the particular machine with the most data known, but no, he had to overlook the obvious. Instead of drowning himself in his own pity as one usually did, he shrugged and glanced back at the Republican Zoid.
It was then that Irvine noticed a slight flaw in the front left leg of the Command Wolf. The joints seemed fine, yet the leg kept pulling outward and falling out of motion with the others, causing the metallic beast to become unsteady, as if walking on only three legs. In the flick of the obviously amateur pilot's wrist, the Zoid ran off course, almost running into a nearby tree. Taking enjoyment in this, Irvine nearly burst into laughter. He quickly contained this odd emotion, it would not have been right if he laughed. In an attempt to control his growing yearn to go into hysterics, Irvine grinned, thinking aloud, "I'll show him how to pilot a Zoid."
Irvine switched his gaze quickly, almost as a reflex, changing his attention to a grassy ledge that rose up next to him a few meters in the air. "Zorro," He called in a grunting voice.
A large shadow appeared on top of the ledge. Though the shadow showed no detail, for its creator still hid within the trees, it could be guessed that what ever was behind it was standing on all fours.
"Get that one."
The shadow stepped out into the light of the midday to reveal a bluish gray and white coat, which looked surprisingly fluffy. Zorro, as Irvine had called him, looked like a wolf, but bigger, much bigger. His back rose up about four feet into the air and his bushy tail extended another two and a half feet out, though he had it curled to his side. His head was that of a large wolf, yet where sharp eyes were supposed to lay, soft eyes took place. His legs were long and powerful, and covered in a darkened white fur. The tone of his fur, which was a very dark shade of bluish gray on the high point of his back, slowly faded to a dirty white near his legs, though his fur was strangely longer around his bold neck. He howled a sharp note, stirring some birds from their resting place, causing them to search for safer ground. As they did so, he jumped down from the cliff in an almost lightning speed and leaped into the air. He may have not been able to fly, but he could easily jump higher than any other being. In mid jump, he soared a few meters above the Command Wolf. As he did this, a blue flame began germinating from beneath the fur on his neck, soon engulfing his entire body. The now blue flame of Zorro flew past Irvine, causing his dirty blonde hair to curve forward into his icy blue eyes
The Command Wolf's radar beeped madly, provoking the pilot to turn the Zoid's head just in time to look directly at the blue blur headed toward them. The Zoid let out a painful cry as Zorro fused with it, entering and taking over its Zoid core. Irvine nodded in approval as Zorro drove the Command Wolf wild, making it run into a tree. As it tossed its metallic gray head, the pilot inside was knocked quickly unconscious. Zorro walked the Command Wolf over to the grinning Irvine, who jumped onto the blaster that rested on the Command Wolf's back. This was an older weapon, made so a pilot could control from atop the Zoid. Zorro switched the main controls to him, and waited for a moment so Irvine could look over them. Irvine examined the controls with a grin on his face, his hand gripping the throttles, noticing the simple ness of the operating system, "This might just be the one, Zorro."
Gunfire splashed the cool air, raining bullets on the vast plain, showering empty shell upon the nearby forests with their constant fire. The Heldigguners ran swiftly over the terrain, putting up a seemingly good fight, but not close to good enough. The Heldigguner weren't the only Zoids in the fight. Shiny red metal flashed in between trees, showing the basic outline of a Hel Kat. A grin of confidence came over the boy's calm face. In a flick of his wrist, the Hel Kat's four blaster barrels were active. This was a reflex by now considering how long he had piloted the old Zoid. The numerous battles had trained his wrists to move without much thought, a skill that took many pilots years to master, had only taken the boy a few weeks.
The first Heldigguner was easy, for it had no strategic connection with the others. Yet the other two were in formation, and had an idea of how he moved. They had done their homework and it was quickly paying off in their favor. There was an easy way to get around this little set back, and taking it seemed a vastly good idea. Pressing the dully illuminated red button on the control panel, the Hel Kat disappeared behind a large tree, and never came out on the other side. One of the Hel Digunner pilots opened the connection link to his partner, confusion taking over his usually calm voice, "Where did he go?"
The other pilot twisted around in his seat nervously, his hands tightly gripping the control sticks, "He put up the stealth shield. We can't hit him."
The boy circled around them, his blasters at full power. Taking careful aim on the two, he positioned his back mounted blasters on the first and his chest blasters on the second. He grinned slightly, squeezing the trigger. The four shells pierced the air and only stopped when they had successfully penetrated the two enemy Zoids' armor. With in seconds, the two were air bound, falling heavily a few yards away. As they slammed into the ground, a think cloud of light brown dust reached over the area. Slowly, the thick cloud resided, showing that the Zoids were also smoking. The smoke lifted to the skies swiftly, showing the open cockpit with the leader standing inside. Clutching his arm from the fall, the man dropped his gaze while raising his voice to the kid pilot. He sighed as he looked deeply at the boy. There was no way that a kid could be so skilled at such a difficult sport. "Raven, I admit, you are a wonderful pilot."
The boy opened his cockpit too. Drawing in a breath, he coughed as the dusty air swirled into his lungs. He turned his head away, returning his purple eyes to their original glance barely a second later. His sharp gaze locked onto the leader, "You know, you should try a three way attack, not have a solo and double assault. You must trust your comrades."
The team all gazed at the boy, as if ashamed to take advice from such a juvenile foe. One of the pilots looked heavily at Raven, taking in the boy's features. Raven wore and baggy pair of dark tan pants, which soon ended in a pair of odd looking boots. His shirt consisted of a long vest that reached down to his knees and was open in the front, revealing his chest. The vest was dull purplish fabric which was lined with a very dull deep red. He resembled what his named spoke of, his great grandfather Raven. The defeated team shook their heads, each settling back into the cockpits of their Zoids, urging the damaged machines up.
The boy, Raven, sighed. The Commission was slacking off in good opponents, at the moment he was, well, bored, to put it simply. He sat back in the cockpit, breathing deeply as the fresh forest air swirled around him. He left the top open for another moment, enjoying the light breeze, despite the already cool air. The breeze blew past his black hair, ruffling it into his eyes. With another deep breath of air, he closed the cockpit, taking comfort in the sound of it sealing, shook his head until his hair had settled slightly, and grabbed the controls, setting them to go deeper into the thick trees.
His Hel Kat moved swiftly into the dense forest, walking when the trees crowded one another and running when he could. After nearly and hour of travel, a large clearing, despite the numerous trees came into view. Raven stopped, pausing to look at which direction looked more appropriate to travel, and enjoyed for a moment the beams of light that shown through the higher leaves of the trees.
The Command Wolf's attack came suddenly, barely leaving enough time for the Hel Kat's radar to sense it, or Raven to respond. At first though, it seemed to be another Zoid sent by the Commission. Though as Raven quickly looked the wolf Zoid over, his opinion changed. Why would a pilot be sitting on top of his Zoid? That wasn't even a legal piloting point, for it put the pilot in danger of being struck by a poorly aimed bullet. He wasn't going to assume anything, so he spoke up, "State your name and registration number so I may enter you in my data. If you don't, I'm not held responsible for any charges given by the officials of The Zoid Battle Commission."
"State your name and registration number now then too," growled Irvine, his voice displaying a mocking tone, "For I'm not held responsible if the commission never hears from you again, which, judging by your current position, is very unlikely."
Raven scowled at him, mobilizing his Zoid, reflexively activating the stealth shield; this was an unsanctioned battle, no rules and no need to hold back. He charged at the Command Wolf, functioning off of pure instinct, and aimed his Zoid's blasters. As he flexed his muscle, reading himself to pull the trigger, the Command Wolf turned its head sharply towards him dodging the attack perfectly. Raven's head buzzed with quick thought, how could the pilot maneuver that well from atop the Zoid, and how was it possible for him to "see" through the stealth shield?
"Zorro, do it now!" yelled Irvine, his cold gaze fixed in a deadly gaze as he glared at the Hel Kat, "Blast that thing! Show him our power!"
The Command Wolf cried loudly, though its call resembled that of Zorro, not the cry of the Command Wolf itself. Even after his cry, its large mouth remained opened, as the Command Wolf lowered its head to the ground. Then, as strangely as it had lowered its head, it raised it again as high as it could take it. By now, Raven was confused, and somewhat scared at the strange antics of this Zoid. Why was it acting so strangely?
Then he saw it; the Zoid's leg was damaged rather badly. Small blue sparks emerged from around it where wired were exposed, yet it wasn't making a single flaw in maneuvering, nor speed, like it should. So it was simple, yet impossible, only something like this could be achieved by using an organoid!
Raven quickly broke out of his trail of thought, realizing that he was in danger. As he lifted his head once again to stare at the Zoid, he noticed a blue orb of light germinating from its mouth. Fear ran though him, the cold chill of terror started at his shoulders and ran down and out throughout his figure, freezing him in position. Why wasn't he pulling the trigger? He could be piercing the armor of the Command Wolf right now, yet he found himself totally unable to move. Was that Zoid about to unleash a Charged Particle Beam? No, Command Wolf couldn't generate such an attack.
Beeping sounded throughout his cockpit, the sounds alarming him of the danger to come. Raven suddenly came to his senses, gripping the controls and attempting to maneuver backwards, yet his long thought had wasted his precious time.
The Command Wolf positioned its head directly at the Hel Kat, straitening its neck. Raven saw the blue beam that had formed in the Command Wolf's mouth clearer than before. It let off a deadly aurora that seemed to draw Raven's attention in, despite its pure evil intentions. Sinking its legs into the ground, the Command Wolf released the beam, which shot out at incredible speeds. Raven was able to swiftly set the controls forward, taking a slight comfort in the sound of the Hel Kat's legs moving; however, his reaction wasn't fast enough.
The next thing he knew, Raven found himself being thrown, with his Zoid, into a tree. His control panel beeped madly, illuminating a light that indicating a total command system freeze. Desperately, Raven pulled up a small screen that displayed the Hel Kat's core condition. "No, it can't be."
Blue and white sparks engulfed the fallen Zoid, short circuiting its pilots falling hopes. Irvine grinned a menacing way and jumped down from his position atop the Command Wolf, landing hard on the mossy ground. Zorro defused instantly with the Zoid, and walked away as it collapsed behind him, drained of all its power from Zorro's invasion. Irvine jumped onto Zorro's bluish grey back, and the two ran off into the nearby forest, ignoring the rude shouts from Raven's cockpit.
Please don't flame me! If you want another chapter, you'll have to review and remember that it takes me a long time to edit new chapters!