Hey everyone, E.G. here again. It's chapter three and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you Shadow Vixen for your suggestion. Now everyone can review.

Disclaimer: I don't own zoids, but Rachel and Ashley are my characters.

The Night Warriors
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The Imperial soldiers waited for Ashley and Rachel to slaughter the Colonel on the spot. Ashley clenched her fists and Rachel shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Is that all?" Ashley was doing her best to keep her voice steady.

"Yes, everyone is dismissed," Colonel Kruger said. Everyone below his rank got up and saluted him, then left. Karl watched Ashley to make sure she didn't do anything she would regret later as she stormed out of the room with Rachel close at her heels. The Imperial soldiers were quick to jump out of their way.

Colonel Freedmen and Karl sighed and leaned back into their chairs; they had expected World War III. Colonel Kruger smirked. "And you were worried about me getting killed by those two."

"We just saw a miracle," Colonel Freedmen sighed while letting his head hang over the back of the chair.

Meanwhile, Rachel and Ashley went into the gym to have a martial arts battle. The two knew each other's style well and easily blocked one another's punches. "I don't like this one bit! They shouldn't do this to me!" Ashley said as she tried to land a punch on Rachel.

Rachel laughed as Ashley continued to fume. "I'm sorry my problem is so funny!" Ashley nearly yelled in Rachel's face.

That's when Rachel heard something clang outside the small gym door. She pulled away from the fight and yanked the door open. Thomas and the rest of the Guardian Force fell to the ground. "How many times must I tell you not to eavesdrop on people, Thomas Richard?" Rachel demanded.

Ashley fought to hold back a laugh that was erupting in the bottom of her stomach. "And how many times have I told you not to spy on someone who can hurt you, in case you do get caught."

"Ash," Rachel said as she helped the Guardian Force to their feet, "you're not helping!"

Fiona smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Captain Schubaltz. I'm Fiona. Thomas has said many great things about you."

Rachel shook her hand. "Thomas has told me great things about you, too, but you don't have to call me Captain Schubaltz. I go by Rachel."

"I'm Van, and this is Irvine and Moonbay," Van said pointing to each in turn.

"I'm Ashley," Ashley muttered. Rachel gently nudged her. "It's nice to meet you too."

"You two are Captains in the Imperial army?" one rude Republican soldier teased. "Man, the Imperial army must be getting desperate."

Rachel and Ashley whirled around to face him, death glares emitting from their eyes. In two seconds the soldier was on the ground, unconscious, from the strong punch that the two mighty spies had given him.

Meanwhile, Herman and some other men where busy in the zoid hangar. "So, what's the story with the lady Captains?" a Republican captain called out.

An Imperial soldier looked up from his work on Rachel's Hel Cat. "Be very glad they did not hear that."

"We call them Rachel and Ashley, just so you know," another Imperial soldier added.

"Wait," O'Connell called out, "they go by their first names, even with other military men?"

"Only a few people address them by Captain Schubaltz and Captain Borwack," Colonel Schubaltz said, not looking up from his work.

"You guys are famous for being uptight with your uniforms," one Republican commented, "so what's the deal with their outfits?"

Herman nodded. Ashley had been wearing long black cargo pants and a black tank top that showed her midriff. Rachel's outfit was quite a bit different. She was in long, black, bellbottom pants. She had cut off the right pant leg a good few inches above her knee. Her long sleeve, black shirt had also been cut off at the right shoulder.

Schubaltz laughed. "Everyone is too scared to tell them they should be in uniforms."

At that moment, Rachel stormed into the room with Ashley right behind her. "Good afternoon, Lady Captains," one Republican soldier said, pressing his luck. The two young women whirled around to face the foolish man. Both pairs of eyes had become deadly daggers again.

After one heart-stopping minute, Rachel turned away. "Calvin, what are you doing to my zoid?" she asked the Imperial soldier working on the back of her Hel Cat.

He looked up from his work. "The joints are pretty worn out and the boosters need to be replaced." With that, he jumped down from the zoid. Rachel walked towards him so they could continue the discussion about the mighty zoid.

"I know, I've been experiencing leg trouble after long runs, and the missions that I go on now require long runs." As Rachel talked to Calvin, Ashley snorted before turning and walking away to work on her Zaber Fang.

"What's with that Calvin guy?" Herman whispered to Colonel Schubaltz.

Schubaltz turned to face Herman so their conversation wouldn't be heard by anyone else. "Calvin Rhodes. He's our third best spy; he's part of the Day Warriors group with his brother Jacob. Ashley and Rachel make up our other spy group, the Night Warriors."

"So, who's your best spy?" Herman asked.

"Rachel is," Schubaltz said, continuing to whisper.

Laughter could be heard throughout the hangar. "I can't imagine you, Rachel, taking on such a petty mission," Calvin said in between laughs. "It's such a waste of your good talents."

Rachel's face took on a sad look. "You know I no longer go on undercover missions. Besides, that was my first mission in about seven years."

Calvin looked at her in a funny way and then shook his head. "When you find a guy who can understand you, make sure you have him explain to me what goes on in your head." Now it was Rachel's turn to laugh. She shook Calvin's hand and thanked him for working on her zoid before Rachel went to see if Ashley needed her help.

Herman and Schubaltz were close enough to hear the end of Rachel and Calvin's conversation. "Or at least she was our best spy until she got in a bad accident," Schubaltz concluded, while giving Herman a look to tell him not to bring the subject up again.

Next chapter you will be able to decide in which direction the story will go.
Later,
E.G.