Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids! Not that anyone cares but I own the characters Blood and Gore, but they were based on the lead singers of a band called Mushroom Head.
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"The battle is over...the battle is over! The winner is...The Blaze Team," the judge bot called at the conclusion of a... well...lousy battle.
"Are you sure you didn't mean "Blitz Team?" a middle-aged man in a snail shaped hover cargo asked.
"Aw doc! Don't rub it in!" the pilot of a downed Raynos cried. "It's been a loooooong time since the names 'Blitz Team' and 'winner' were in the same sentence contiguously," he muttered with a sigh.
The words rang loud and clear in Leena Toro's heart as she sat, head held low, at the controls of a beaten Gunsniper. They hadn't won a single battle since Bit and Brad left the team, and although she didn't want to admit it, she dreaded that their absence might be exactly why.
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"What is with you?!" Leena demanded, standing at a small glass table in the command room of the Blitz Team's Hover Cargo.
"Me?" a young man countered. He wore an outfit of black and mostly a drab yellow color. "There is nothing wrong wi-"
"The hell there isn't!" Leena shot at him with so much venom it was almost painful to watch. "All you do is run and shoot. Run and shoot. No matter what I say that's all you do!" Leena said making a small demonstration with her hands.
"And what about you? All you do is shoot!" the young man fired back.
Leena's eyes boiled over and she readied to either snap at him or slap him. It was looking a little like both.
"Ok, gang!" Doctor Toros cut in. "That's enough analysis for today! Let's all go back to our rooms. I'm sure Jamie will think of something."
A couple complaints, shoves, and curses later, the command room was empty of all but the oldest member of the team. Doctor Toros sighed heavily and sank into a chair. What had gotten into his daughter? She had always been impulsive, but lately she had been looking positively vile!
The look in her eyes was quite...horrible, her father took no pleasure in admitting. Was he just imagining it? Was this some kind of parental empathy he had been blessed with upon her birth that was kicking in now and trying to warn of a threat to the well being of his offspring?
But her behavior wasn't that different was it? She still seemed to be the same trigger happy, self-loving, attention-needing, redhead she had always been.
"I-I'm reading to much into this...." the doctor said, shaking his head and wiping his face with both hands. "Leena is just Leena..." he added dismissively
The door slammed shut with a satisfyingly loud bang as she let herself fall onto her bed.
'Another loss,' she thought hugging a pillow. 'It's not my fault!' she defended herself automatically, but defending herself from who?
"Damn it," she whimpered, her face in her pillow. All this losing and even thickheaded Leena was bound to wonder. Not one win since Bit left. He had married a super model and moved to another country to continue Zoid battling and winning. That assessment left her feeling hollow. He had success, and her team, even in Class S and with her as the leader, was so far the opposite.
"It's not my fault," Leena raged, rolling over and throwing her pillow at the ceiling and murmuring a curse as it just came back down flat on her face. This wasn't right. She was so hollow. Usually a loss was something to get riled over for about half an hour, but then she'd have other things to do. Now....
"I'm so tired of losing...." she sighed, sulking until the room seemed to be closing in on her. Leena dragged herself out of it, then dragged herself to the kitchen for a soda. Jamie was there munching away.
She sat at the table with him soda in one hand and stared at him placidly.
"What?" he asked mid-chew. He looked just like a chipmunk, Leena thought.
"Did I say anything?" she challenged.
"No..." Jamie's response rang of confusion.
"So stop bugging me!" she snapped, throwing her arms up in the air and startling the hell out of him.
"Ok! Ok!" Jamie said, making a hasty retreat so that he might munch, like a chipmunk, in peace.
'Ah," Leena sighed contently. 'That feels better,' she began to hum softly and was feeling a bit more upbeat until someone began to echo her melody.
"GET OUT OF THERE, HARRY!" Leena boomed at the kitchen table.
"How did you know it was me and not the sound of your angelic voice managing an additional chorus all by-" the self proclaimed man destined to be king said blushingly as he came out from under the kitchen table.
"Because you don't sound like an angel, so you sure as hell don't sound like me!" Leena told him, crossing her arms with a glare. Then all of a sudden her eyes seemed to mull over something else.
Harry was at a loss. This was the part where she kicked him out. There was some kind of delay. It was like she had forgotten he was there. Like she fell out of rhythm with their little ritual.
"Oh, Leena! You've finally accepted our destiny!" Harry realized, taking her distraction for what he had been waiting a lifetime for.
"Huh?" Leena asked, coming out of a small bout of daydreaming.
"You didn't kick me out!" Harry said, positively thrilled.
"Oh," Leena said. "You know where the door is right?" she added, taking her soda and going back to her room.
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Dinner was unusually quiet at the Blitz Team table. Leena was in dreamland and hadn't touched her food. Leena and not eating were very uncommon. This left Doctor Toros observing her and neglecting his own food. Jamie picked up on the strange air, but not knowing what to say, about decided to watch too. The only one eating was Kirkland. His good mood when eating seemed indispensable. That was until Jamie tried to distract the father and daughter with the television. His eyes were glued to it and his face curled into a snarl.
"If you're just tuning in, we'll repeat that. The S-class Zoid warriors-slash-serial killers, Blood and Gore, have just been cornered outside a Leo City warehouse. Police units are closing in. The infamous group are ex-Zoid warriors who began killing their opponents on the battlefield nine months ago. They are responsible for the death of over seventy people and countless destruction..."
Kirkland snarled again at that bit of information and Jamie partially regretted turning on the TV. The former leader of the Zaber Fangs team knew all too well what Blood and Gore were capable of. They had killed his former comrades after all.
All of the Blitz Team members were watching the TV with interest and high hopes.
A cross between a Rev-raptor and a Redler and a well-armored Guysack that looked like a small Deathstinger had their backs to a warehouse structure. They were the Dragaptor and the Dagger. The former belonged to Blood and the latter was Gore's. They had been customized over the years the two had spent battling as the Carnage Team.
An astounding battle then took place as several police Zoids were annihilated and their pilots killed by two Zoids. Tremors of anger and terror, and most times both, ran up and down the backs of the Blitz Team as they watched in silence. When it was over Blood and Gore were victorious again.
Staring in awe for what had to have been ten minutes, Kirkland finally exploded, knocking his plates off the table, which granted the room a satisfying smash, and tore out of the room.
"Kirkland!" the doctor called after him. "Wait, son!"
"I'll go after him, doc," Jamie said, hastily chasing after him.
Leena quietly turned back to her meal, still not looking anything near upbeat. Something told the doctor it was more than just about what happened on TV a couple seconds ago.
'So..." Doctor Toros began, preparing to bite the bullet and see what would come of it. Just then there was an intrusion. A new presence in the room. Standing at the entrance of the Hover Cargo was Doctor Laon wearing the expression of a drowned rat. He immediately received the full attention of the room's two occupants.
"I'm so sorry," he finally stammered.
To be continued.
A/N: The title comes from the fact that thier are Zoid serial killer in this story. Nothing more ^^;
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"The battle is over...the battle is over! The winner is...The Blaze Team," the judge bot called at the conclusion of a... well...lousy battle.
"Are you sure you didn't mean "Blitz Team?" a middle-aged man in a snail shaped hover cargo asked.
"Aw doc! Don't rub it in!" the pilot of a downed Raynos cried. "It's been a loooooong time since the names 'Blitz Team' and 'winner' were in the same sentence contiguously," he muttered with a sigh.
The words rang loud and clear in Leena Toro's heart as she sat, head held low, at the controls of a beaten Gunsniper. They hadn't won a single battle since Bit and Brad left the team, and although she didn't want to admit it, she dreaded that their absence might be exactly why.
~~~~~
"What is with you?!" Leena demanded, standing at a small glass table in the command room of the Blitz Team's Hover Cargo.
"Me?" a young man countered. He wore an outfit of black and mostly a drab yellow color. "There is nothing wrong wi-"
"The hell there isn't!" Leena shot at him with so much venom it was almost painful to watch. "All you do is run and shoot. Run and shoot. No matter what I say that's all you do!" Leena said making a small demonstration with her hands.
"And what about you? All you do is shoot!" the young man fired back.
Leena's eyes boiled over and she readied to either snap at him or slap him. It was looking a little like both.
"Ok, gang!" Doctor Toros cut in. "That's enough analysis for today! Let's all go back to our rooms. I'm sure Jamie will think of something."
A couple complaints, shoves, and curses later, the command room was empty of all but the oldest member of the team. Doctor Toros sighed heavily and sank into a chair. What had gotten into his daughter? She had always been impulsive, but lately she had been looking positively vile!
The look in her eyes was quite...horrible, her father took no pleasure in admitting. Was he just imagining it? Was this some kind of parental empathy he had been blessed with upon her birth that was kicking in now and trying to warn of a threat to the well being of his offspring?
But her behavior wasn't that different was it? She still seemed to be the same trigger happy, self-loving, attention-needing, redhead she had always been.
"I-I'm reading to much into this...." the doctor said, shaking his head and wiping his face with both hands. "Leena is just Leena..." he added dismissively
The door slammed shut with a satisfyingly loud bang as she let herself fall onto her bed.
'Another loss,' she thought hugging a pillow. 'It's not my fault!' she defended herself automatically, but defending herself from who?
"Damn it," she whimpered, her face in her pillow. All this losing and even thickheaded Leena was bound to wonder. Not one win since Bit left. He had married a super model and moved to another country to continue Zoid battling and winning. That assessment left her feeling hollow. He had success, and her team, even in Class S and with her as the leader, was so far the opposite.
"It's not my fault," Leena raged, rolling over and throwing her pillow at the ceiling and murmuring a curse as it just came back down flat on her face. This wasn't right. She was so hollow. Usually a loss was something to get riled over for about half an hour, but then she'd have other things to do. Now....
"I'm so tired of losing...." she sighed, sulking until the room seemed to be closing in on her. Leena dragged herself out of it, then dragged herself to the kitchen for a soda. Jamie was there munching away.
She sat at the table with him soda in one hand and stared at him placidly.
"What?" he asked mid-chew. He looked just like a chipmunk, Leena thought.
"Did I say anything?" she challenged.
"No..." Jamie's response rang of confusion.
"So stop bugging me!" she snapped, throwing her arms up in the air and startling the hell out of him.
"Ok! Ok!" Jamie said, making a hasty retreat so that he might munch, like a chipmunk, in peace.
'Ah," Leena sighed contently. 'That feels better,' she began to hum softly and was feeling a bit more upbeat until someone began to echo her melody.
"GET OUT OF THERE, HARRY!" Leena boomed at the kitchen table.
"How did you know it was me and not the sound of your angelic voice managing an additional chorus all by-" the self proclaimed man destined to be king said blushingly as he came out from under the kitchen table.
"Because you don't sound like an angel, so you sure as hell don't sound like me!" Leena told him, crossing her arms with a glare. Then all of a sudden her eyes seemed to mull over something else.
Harry was at a loss. This was the part where she kicked him out. There was some kind of delay. It was like she had forgotten he was there. Like she fell out of rhythm with their little ritual.
"Oh, Leena! You've finally accepted our destiny!" Harry realized, taking her distraction for what he had been waiting a lifetime for.
"Huh?" Leena asked, coming out of a small bout of daydreaming.
"You didn't kick me out!" Harry said, positively thrilled.
"Oh," Leena said. "You know where the door is right?" she added, taking her soda and going back to her room.
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Dinner was unusually quiet at the Blitz Team table. Leena was in dreamland and hadn't touched her food. Leena and not eating were very uncommon. This left Doctor Toros observing her and neglecting his own food. Jamie picked up on the strange air, but not knowing what to say, about decided to watch too. The only one eating was Kirkland. His good mood when eating seemed indispensable. That was until Jamie tried to distract the father and daughter with the television. His eyes were glued to it and his face curled into a snarl.
"If you're just tuning in, we'll repeat that. The S-class Zoid warriors-slash-serial killers, Blood and Gore, have just been cornered outside a Leo City warehouse. Police units are closing in. The infamous group are ex-Zoid warriors who began killing their opponents on the battlefield nine months ago. They are responsible for the death of over seventy people and countless destruction..."
Kirkland snarled again at that bit of information and Jamie partially regretted turning on the TV. The former leader of the Zaber Fangs team knew all too well what Blood and Gore were capable of. They had killed his former comrades after all.
All of the Blitz Team members were watching the TV with interest and high hopes.
A cross between a Rev-raptor and a Redler and a well-armored Guysack that looked like a small Deathstinger had their backs to a warehouse structure. They were the Dragaptor and the Dagger. The former belonged to Blood and the latter was Gore's. They had been customized over the years the two had spent battling as the Carnage Team.
An astounding battle then took place as several police Zoids were annihilated and their pilots killed by two Zoids. Tremors of anger and terror, and most times both, ran up and down the backs of the Blitz Team as they watched in silence. When it was over Blood and Gore were victorious again.
Staring in awe for what had to have been ten minutes, Kirkland finally exploded, knocking his plates off the table, which granted the room a satisfying smash, and tore out of the room.
"Kirkland!" the doctor called after him. "Wait, son!"
"I'll go after him, doc," Jamie said, hastily chasing after him.
Leena quietly turned back to her meal, still not looking anything near upbeat. Something told the doctor it was more than just about what happened on TV a couple seconds ago.
'So..." Doctor Toros began, preparing to bite the bullet and see what would come of it. Just then there was an intrusion. A new presence in the room. Standing at the entrance of the Hover Cargo was Doctor Laon wearing the expression of a drowned rat. He immediately received the full attention of the room's two occupants.
"I'm so sorry," he finally stammered.
To be continued.
A/N: The title comes from the fact that thier are Zoid serial killer in this story. Nothing more ^^;