Disclaimer: I don't own Zoids. At all. Not even a teeny bit. I do own the Aoids, though.
Chapter Two: "Sure, fine," she replied. "Get in."
She was free.
Sure Jerry would wring her neck for this one, but hey.
Liger Zero let out another roar. He, too, was enjoying the newly found freedom.
Karina's destination was the Zoid Café, which was owned by Zoids & Parts Co.
Though there really was a full functioning café, it was mainly there for pilots to show off their Zoids and battle in the huge battle arena in the back. She could test Liger's power there.
The café was painfully busy, everyone trying to get into the arena quickly. Everyone's language was especially colorful too.
She brought Liger to the area where you were allowed to idle, and opened the cockpit cover.
She took a deep breath. She never thought she'd be able to do this: enjoy the breeze atop a Zoid.
"Good God! Is it – it is!"
Karina snapped her head down. A kid was tapping on one of Liger Zero's claws.
"Hey kid, get away!" she shouted. She got Liger to park, which was, to him, lying down on his stomach and resting his chin on the ground.
The kid – well, teenager, he had looked smaller so high up – came running to the open cockpit. His hair was black, and freckles dotted his face, though some were probably bits of grime. His eyes were dark and excited.
Before Kari could even open her mouth he said, "He's a Liger Zero, isn't he? That's so cool! Where did you get him, the only one I know is owned by- " He looked at Karina for the first time and jumped back. He pointed a finger at her.
"You're – you're Charles Fareme's daughter!" he cried, still pointing. Kari wanted to bite his finger, but instead said,
"I'm Karina Fareme, but you can call me Kari."
She extended her hand to him and he shook it with such enthusiasm that she thought it might fall off.
"I'm Joe, and you can call me... well, Joe."
"Hey girl with the Liger Zero!"
Karina could hear Joe mutter, "Shit!" and dive under Liger, followed by something hitting metal and another curse.
She looked up. It was a guy a bit older than her. He stood in a red Blade Liger.
"Yeah?" she called back.
"That's a pretty little Zoid you got there," he sneered, his blonde hair waving in the wind. "But can you pilot it? I mean, you're just a girl."
Kari's face went red with anger. Was he implying that she couldn't pilot Liger because she was a girl?!
"Is that a threat?"
"You bet it is! Why don't we battle this out?"
"You got yourself a deal!"
He left, probably to reserve a spot for them in the arena.
Joe peeked out gingerly, a big bruise forming on his forehead.
"Is he gone?" he asked.
"Why?"
"If he sees me with you, he'll bash my face in."
"What?!"
"We're both part of the same team; he'll think I'm giving you secret information."
Karina sighed.
"But," Joe began. "I'd really like to see how Liger Zero handles. Can I... sit in back while you fight?"
Kari considered. It wouldn't hurt, would it? "Sure, fine," she replied. "Get in."
Chapter Two: "Sure, fine," she replied. "Get in."
She was free.
Sure Jerry would wring her neck for this one, but hey.
Liger Zero let out another roar. He, too, was enjoying the newly found freedom.
Karina's destination was the Zoid Café, which was owned by Zoids & Parts Co.
Though there really was a full functioning café, it was mainly there for pilots to show off their Zoids and battle in the huge battle arena in the back. She could test Liger's power there.
The café was painfully busy, everyone trying to get into the arena quickly. Everyone's language was especially colorful too.
She brought Liger to the area where you were allowed to idle, and opened the cockpit cover.
She took a deep breath. She never thought she'd be able to do this: enjoy the breeze atop a Zoid.
"Good God! Is it – it is!"
Karina snapped her head down. A kid was tapping on one of Liger Zero's claws.
"Hey kid, get away!" she shouted. She got Liger to park, which was, to him, lying down on his stomach and resting his chin on the ground.
The kid – well, teenager, he had looked smaller so high up – came running to the open cockpit. His hair was black, and freckles dotted his face, though some were probably bits of grime. His eyes were dark and excited.
Before Kari could even open her mouth he said, "He's a Liger Zero, isn't he? That's so cool! Where did you get him, the only one I know is owned by- " He looked at Karina for the first time and jumped back. He pointed a finger at her.
"You're – you're Charles Fareme's daughter!" he cried, still pointing. Kari wanted to bite his finger, but instead said,
"I'm Karina Fareme, but you can call me Kari."
She extended her hand to him and he shook it with such enthusiasm that she thought it might fall off.
"I'm Joe, and you can call me... well, Joe."
"Hey girl with the Liger Zero!"
Karina could hear Joe mutter, "Shit!" and dive under Liger, followed by something hitting metal and another curse.
She looked up. It was a guy a bit older than her. He stood in a red Blade Liger.
"Yeah?" she called back.
"That's a pretty little Zoid you got there," he sneered, his blonde hair waving in the wind. "But can you pilot it? I mean, you're just a girl."
Kari's face went red with anger. Was he implying that she couldn't pilot Liger because she was a girl?!
"Is that a threat?"
"You bet it is! Why don't we battle this out?"
"You got yourself a deal!"
He left, probably to reserve a spot for them in the arena.
Joe peeked out gingerly, a big bruise forming on his forehead.
"Is he gone?" he asked.
"Why?"
"If he sees me with you, he'll bash my face in."
"What?!"
"We're both part of the same team; he'll think I'm giving you secret information."
Karina sighed.
"But," Joe began. "I'd really like to see how Liger Zero handles. Can I... sit in back while you fight?"
Kari considered. It wouldn't hurt, would it? "Sure, fine," she replied. "Get in."