Sorry about not updating! It's really hard to rewrite everything! (I
accidentally deleted my original story) So hopefully I'll find the time to
do more!!!
This chapter is going to be in 2 (or 3) parts because it's reallllly long!
*Prays that people read*
Review if you like it!
Chapter 2
The Ancient Zoid- Arise Of The Bear Fighter (Part 1)
Raven sighed, as the Hel Kat slowly arose. At least it still had some power. As the cat Zoid steadied itself, Raven faced the truth. Over all the Zoid was near death. Its parts rattled, and even when standing still, the machine shook, attempting to stand on its own four legs. The ground around his Zoid was unstable, due to the previous battle. Raven looked around. Great, I have to get to the Old Man's place in this condition?
An hour and a half later, Raven and the Hel Kat dragged themselves into the yard of a large silver building. The building itself was built into a large plateau, causing the second floor to lead to a vast flat ground. Zoid parts scattered the ground, making the place look like a graveyard of some sort, yet Raven only took notice to these to make sure that his Zoid didn't trip. A small door, one made for a human, not a Zoid, sat on the right side of the building. Raven, taking much care, parked the shaky Zoid and jumped to the messy ground, sending a small cloud of dust into the air as he landed.
He walked across the yard, dodging some stray parts, and placed his hand on the cold steel of the door. He pushed open the heavy block and walked into the dully illuminated room inside.
An old man sat at a crumbling wooden desk in the corner, scribbling on paper viciously in the damp air. He didn't bother looking up as Raven walked into the room, his boots hitting the floor gently, sending a dull click throughout the room. He walked up to the desk, his gaze at a constant lock on the man, and sat down in the faded fabric chair that faced the rotting wooden table. Raven broke the uneasy silence in the room, "Old Man, my Zoid, can you fix it?"
The man looked up, a heavy lack of sleep showing clearly in his eyes. A slight grin hit his face when he saw Raven, yet died quickly as he gazed into the cloudy eyes of the boy. "What happened boy?"
Raven smiled weakly as he gestured towards the door, "I should be asking you the same thing Old Man. I've never seen this old dump look so much like, an old dump."
The man stood up from his chair carefully, walking in a slouchy way towards the open door, which was one of the only light sources of the room. Raven reluctantly followed, almost afraid to see his totaled Zoid again. The old man chuckled, "What'd you do this time Raven? Got yourself a totaled Hel Kat, that's for sure."
Raven shifted his feet through the dry dirt, not really wanting to raise his eyes to the truth. "So Jon, can you fix it?"
The man lifted his gaze to the Zoid, taking in a careful glance, "Your little partner here is totaled from the inside out, literally. He was hit in the side, but the damage spread throughout the inner body and the core. You'll need a new Zoid completely."
Raven sighed heavily. He didn't want a new Zoid, he wanted his Hel Kat. It wasn't a money issue or anything financial; he just wanted his old Zoid. No, he needed to put the Hel Kat behind him. Why was he acting so childish? Raven laughed slightly, "I'm acting like a five year old, not wanting the past to change. Show me your Zoids Old Man, I need a new start."
Jon gestured towards the large warehouse door, dodging stray metal and parts as he walked to it. Raven looked curiously at them, "What happened here anyway?"
Jon paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to the piles of Zoid parts that scattered the grounds. With a tired sigh, he began, "About two months ago, this warehouse was attacked by a group of bandits. They activated all the Zoid systems and set all of my stock loose."
Raven looked out at the grounds outside the building, curious about all the stray parts that were lying around. "Old Man, then how did all those parts get out there?"
The man sighed again, "Many of the Zoids went berserk the minute they were released, eventually destroying one another. I lost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Some of the Zoids took off, running as far as one hundred miles from here. I took out an old Zaber Tiger to round them up, but they were mighty difficult. In fact"-He paused and pointed to two old looking Zoids in the corner-"Those two were the ones that escaped."
Raven eyed the Zoids carefully. One was an older model of the Command Wolf; a gray and red rebel version that was mainly out of production, while the other was a bulky, brown, bear-like Zoid that Raven had never seen before.
Raven walked carefully through the hot stuffy warehouse, his shoes barely making a sound on the dusty floor. He strode past all the shiny Dark Horn and glossy Ptera, his gaze set upon one Zoid. He turned back to look at Jon, who's tired face was shrouded in concern. "You want that Zoid boy?"
Raven sighed and looked carefully at the Zoid, "Yeah, looks cool, I wanna try it."
Jon shrugged, "Since when did looking cool have to do with picking a Zoid out boy? You know, one of them old Molgas may not have looked "cool" to the Imperialists, yet they still used them a whole lot. You know, I bet that old great grandfather of yours would have never cared if a Zoid looked cool, as long as it was strong."
Anger boiled in Raven. He flipped around and set a heavy glare upon the old man, "Don't ever talk of him to me. Ever!"
"Lighten up kid," Jon waved his hands in surrender, "I wasn't trying to start anything."
Raven snorted rudely and ran over to the brown Zoid. [What an odd looking Zoid. Yes Raven, odd, not cool. Something about this Zoid seems familiar, but what?] He shrugged, unsure of his odd want to pilot that Zoid. He took the small elevator lift to the cockpit, releasing the glass cover. He dropped himself to the dusty cockpit, which swirled with clouds of dirty air as his body hit the old cushion. He took in everything about the cockpit in an instant. A small tray was extending under the control panel which refused to push in, even when Raven put all of his weight upon it. As he reached to turn on the system, his arm caught on a sharp corner and began bleeding. A small drop of blood fell to the tray and it instantly closed. More worried of his arm, he took little notice to it.
Jon stood at the foot of the Zoid, barking orders up to him, "I'm lifting this Zoid to the second floor, I'll be piloting a Rev Raptor, prepare to see if your worthy of this machine."
This talk got a chuckle from Raven, "Worthy of this machine? Ha! This machine isn't worthy of me!"
Is that what you consider a cliff hanger? Lol.. Review please!!
Chapter 2
The Ancient Zoid- Arise Of The Bear Fighter (Part 1)
Raven sighed, as the Hel Kat slowly arose. At least it still had some power. As the cat Zoid steadied itself, Raven faced the truth. Over all the Zoid was near death. Its parts rattled, and even when standing still, the machine shook, attempting to stand on its own four legs. The ground around his Zoid was unstable, due to the previous battle. Raven looked around. Great, I have to get to the Old Man's place in this condition?
An hour and a half later, Raven and the Hel Kat dragged themselves into the yard of a large silver building. The building itself was built into a large plateau, causing the second floor to lead to a vast flat ground. Zoid parts scattered the ground, making the place look like a graveyard of some sort, yet Raven only took notice to these to make sure that his Zoid didn't trip. A small door, one made for a human, not a Zoid, sat on the right side of the building. Raven, taking much care, parked the shaky Zoid and jumped to the messy ground, sending a small cloud of dust into the air as he landed.
He walked across the yard, dodging some stray parts, and placed his hand on the cold steel of the door. He pushed open the heavy block and walked into the dully illuminated room inside.
An old man sat at a crumbling wooden desk in the corner, scribbling on paper viciously in the damp air. He didn't bother looking up as Raven walked into the room, his boots hitting the floor gently, sending a dull click throughout the room. He walked up to the desk, his gaze at a constant lock on the man, and sat down in the faded fabric chair that faced the rotting wooden table. Raven broke the uneasy silence in the room, "Old Man, my Zoid, can you fix it?"
The man looked up, a heavy lack of sleep showing clearly in his eyes. A slight grin hit his face when he saw Raven, yet died quickly as he gazed into the cloudy eyes of the boy. "What happened boy?"
Raven smiled weakly as he gestured towards the door, "I should be asking you the same thing Old Man. I've never seen this old dump look so much like, an old dump."
The man stood up from his chair carefully, walking in a slouchy way towards the open door, which was one of the only light sources of the room. Raven reluctantly followed, almost afraid to see his totaled Zoid again. The old man chuckled, "What'd you do this time Raven? Got yourself a totaled Hel Kat, that's for sure."
Raven shifted his feet through the dry dirt, not really wanting to raise his eyes to the truth. "So Jon, can you fix it?"
The man lifted his gaze to the Zoid, taking in a careful glance, "Your little partner here is totaled from the inside out, literally. He was hit in the side, but the damage spread throughout the inner body and the core. You'll need a new Zoid completely."
Raven sighed heavily. He didn't want a new Zoid, he wanted his Hel Kat. It wasn't a money issue or anything financial; he just wanted his old Zoid. No, he needed to put the Hel Kat behind him. Why was he acting so childish? Raven laughed slightly, "I'm acting like a five year old, not wanting the past to change. Show me your Zoids Old Man, I need a new start."
Jon gestured towards the large warehouse door, dodging stray metal and parts as he walked to it. Raven looked curiously at them, "What happened here anyway?"
Jon paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to the piles of Zoid parts that scattered the grounds. With a tired sigh, he began, "About two months ago, this warehouse was attacked by a group of bandits. They activated all the Zoid systems and set all of my stock loose."
Raven looked out at the grounds outside the building, curious about all the stray parts that were lying around. "Old Man, then how did all those parts get out there?"
The man sighed again, "Many of the Zoids went berserk the minute they were released, eventually destroying one another. I lost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Some of the Zoids took off, running as far as one hundred miles from here. I took out an old Zaber Tiger to round them up, but they were mighty difficult. In fact"-He paused and pointed to two old looking Zoids in the corner-"Those two were the ones that escaped."
Raven eyed the Zoids carefully. One was an older model of the Command Wolf; a gray and red rebel version that was mainly out of production, while the other was a bulky, brown, bear-like Zoid that Raven had never seen before.
Raven walked carefully through the hot stuffy warehouse, his shoes barely making a sound on the dusty floor. He strode past all the shiny Dark Horn and glossy Ptera, his gaze set upon one Zoid. He turned back to look at Jon, who's tired face was shrouded in concern. "You want that Zoid boy?"
Raven sighed and looked carefully at the Zoid, "Yeah, looks cool, I wanna try it."
Jon shrugged, "Since when did looking cool have to do with picking a Zoid out boy? You know, one of them old Molgas may not have looked "cool" to the Imperialists, yet they still used them a whole lot. You know, I bet that old great grandfather of yours would have never cared if a Zoid looked cool, as long as it was strong."
Anger boiled in Raven. He flipped around and set a heavy glare upon the old man, "Don't ever talk of him to me. Ever!"
"Lighten up kid," Jon waved his hands in surrender, "I wasn't trying to start anything."
Raven snorted rudely and ran over to the brown Zoid. [What an odd looking Zoid. Yes Raven, odd, not cool. Something about this Zoid seems familiar, but what?] He shrugged, unsure of his odd want to pilot that Zoid. He took the small elevator lift to the cockpit, releasing the glass cover. He dropped himself to the dusty cockpit, which swirled with clouds of dirty air as his body hit the old cushion. He took in everything about the cockpit in an instant. A small tray was extending under the control panel which refused to push in, even when Raven put all of his weight upon it. As he reached to turn on the system, his arm caught on a sharp corner and began bleeding. A small drop of blood fell to the tray and it instantly closed. More worried of his arm, he took little notice to it.
Jon stood at the foot of the Zoid, barking orders up to him, "I'm lifting this Zoid to the second floor, I'll be piloting a Rev Raptor, prepare to see if your worthy of this machine."
This talk got a chuckle from Raven, "Worthy of this machine? Ha! This machine isn't worthy of me!"
Is that what you consider a cliff hanger? Lol.. Review please!!