Chapter 4
As Penance climbed down he was faced with two colossal cannons, in a similar condition to the Deathsaurer, which meant only one thing, looking back at the Zoid his worst fears were confirmed, this Zoid wasn't a Deathsaurer, it was almost an evolution of it, both of them sharing many common traits, but this Zoid had many upgrades and modifications, the main one being a weapons mount on the back, where the two cannons had rested, but now it was buckled and damaged, and where his footprints had disturbed the carbon particles it was sporting a purple paint job, he guessed it was painted black also, but it was impossible to discern between it and the charring. Looking at this new threat he realised just how hard it would be to get to the capitol with these in mass production.
He returned to the task at hand, walking over to the wreckage to see the damage, upon inspection, the prospect looked good, the Zoid had been stripped of all weapons and armour, but the actual damage was nothing a few sheets of metal and some spare parts couldn't fix. Finding the emergency canopy lever he pulled it, the canopy opened smoothly, but that meant nothing, power could still reside in the Zoid for some time after the Zoid core dies. He climbed into the cockpit to see the prospect, and it was the worst, none of the controls or consoles were responsive, he punched the console in anger.
Inspecting his knuckles they were bloody, he'd have to add a new console to his repair parts list, removing glass shards from his hand he saw something, was that a flicker on the panel? There was still no response from any of the other consoles, he tried the controls, and everything suddenly lit up, filling the cockpit with light, the Zoid growled as it awoke from its slumber, and stood up as if to stretch its legs. Penance piloted it out of the battlefield, the joints groaning a few times as they loosened, reaching the edge he loaded it onto the stealth cargo.
There was a flash as this giant vehicle reflected the light and then it was gone, with not a trace left, at least to most people, but someone with a keen eye in the are at the time would see ripples in the light, not dissimilar to petrol fumes, as something silently hovered away.
He'd come a long way since then, but there was till further to go, and then the empire would feel the pain for what they did. His Zoid lowered its head, and he hoisted himself into the cockpit, the canopy closing over him, and the Liger Wolf out onto the open ground, Penance's platinum hair glinting in the sun.