Shit. I don't mean to curse, but I must in order to communicate to you how I feel. I am severely pissed, because a new fic I made recently was deleted or something. I don't know exactly how. I could, of course, just upload it again, but when I try to create the story, it says that I did an "Infraction" and I'll have to wait till April 26th. That bites. Anyway, here's chapter 4.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zoids, the characters, or any of the other stuff. I just write the crap.
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CHAOS GENO
Van's eyes shifted from the open desert to a ridge off in the distance. The first faint glows of sunrise were beginning to peek from behind the ridge. He looked around at the Shield Ligers on either of his flanks. The Zoids and pilots were shifting uneasily. "They're scared stiff," Van said to himself. Suddenly, a commlink appeared on his viewscreen. Van sat up straight, thinking it might be the Chaos Geno again. "Oh," he said, slouching down again, "It's you." "Yes It's me," said the doctor angrily, "And I need to know the exact coordinates of the Chaos Geno!" Van gazed down at the control panel. "We probably should shift right a couple degrees," he muttered to the doctor.
"Alright then," commanded Dr. D, "All units shift right 3 degrees! It's essential that we meet that Zoid head-on." Just as the Zoids moved to face the ridge, one of the Pteras pilots gave a yell. "I see it! The Chaos Geno is straight ahead, on the ridge!" Van looked up and could faintly make out the shape of the Zoid. Suddenly the sun came up directly behind the Chaos Geno. The pilots were momentarily blinded. When they adjusted to it, they squinted up at the ridge. "Where is it?" the people kept asking. Van picked up his communicator. "Let me speak with the Pteras squadrant leader," he said to the Godos in charge of main communications. "Um, S-sir?" came a shaky reply, "W-we have no Pteras squadrant."
Van's eyes widened. Grabbing the controls, he shifted his head to see what he meant. High in the sky, smoking explosions filled the air as dozens of Pteras erupted into flames and hurtled doward the ground. "Scatter!" came Dr. D's voice over the commlinks, "We've been hit!" As he spoke, soldiers in parachutes drifted toward the ground. "What happened?" Van asked anyone who would listen. He looked down and saw Dr. D land in a parachute. Van's cockpit lifted up and he shouted to the doctor, "Are you okay? How's Fiona and Raven?" "We're not sure at the moment," Dr. D replied, "But you'd better join your unit and search for the Chaos Geno. It attacked the Pteras and disappeared."
Van's eyes drifted over the battlefield, absentmindedly searching. He gazed at a soldier just landing in a parachute. He was about to touch ground when a brilliant flash collided with him, killing him instantly. Van looked to see the source, and found a sight he did not wish to see. The Chaos Geno appeared out of thin air, nose gun smoking. The electric green eyes flashed, and in an instant he had laid waste to seven more Zoids. Three Shield Ligers raised the alarm and charged, shields shining proudly, only to meet their fiery demise. Never once did the Chaos Geno use either of Its charged particle guns. Its motions were like a fluid, without any seeming flaw, ducking and weaving, by appearance the most agile and unbeatable Zoid Van had ever seen. At this point, it seemed to Van like a dream. Everything was hazy, like in a mist. He watched the cockpit of the Shield Liger Dr. D had taken control of get sliced in half by one of the Geno's razor-sharp claws. Soon every almost living thing in sight had been massacred.
All Van could do was watch helplessly. Then the Chaos Geno turned Its fiery gaze to him.
Ooh, that was fun to write. Apocalyptic scene. I've always wanted to do that. Anyway, please review.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zoids, the characters, or any of the other stuff. I just write the crap.
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CHAOS GENO
Van's eyes shifted from the open desert to a ridge off in the distance. The first faint glows of sunrise were beginning to peek from behind the ridge. He looked around at the Shield Ligers on either of his flanks. The Zoids and pilots were shifting uneasily. "They're scared stiff," Van said to himself. Suddenly, a commlink appeared on his viewscreen. Van sat up straight, thinking it might be the Chaos Geno again. "Oh," he said, slouching down again, "It's you." "Yes It's me," said the doctor angrily, "And I need to know the exact coordinates of the Chaos Geno!" Van gazed down at the control panel. "We probably should shift right a couple degrees," he muttered to the doctor.
"Alright then," commanded Dr. D, "All units shift right 3 degrees! It's essential that we meet that Zoid head-on." Just as the Zoids moved to face the ridge, one of the Pteras pilots gave a yell. "I see it! The Chaos Geno is straight ahead, on the ridge!" Van looked up and could faintly make out the shape of the Zoid. Suddenly the sun came up directly behind the Chaos Geno. The pilots were momentarily blinded. When they adjusted to it, they squinted up at the ridge. "Where is it?" the people kept asking. Van picked up his communicator. "Let me speak with the Pteras squadrant leader," he said to the Godos in charge of main communications. "Um, S-sir?" came a shaky reply, "W-we have no Pteras squadrant."
Van's eyes widened. Grabbing the controls, he shifted his head to see what he meant. High in the sky, smoking explosions filled the air as dozens of Pteras erupted into flames and hurtled doward the ground. "Scatter!" came Dr. D's voice over the commlinks, "We've been hit!" As he spoke, soldiers in parachutes drifted toward the ground. "What happened?" Van asked anyone who would listen. He looked down and saw Dr. D land in a parachute. Van's cockpit lifted up and he shouted to the doctor, "Are you okay? How's Fiona and Raven?" "We're not sure at the moment," Dr. D replied, "But you'd better join your unit and search for the Chaos Geno. It attacked the Pteras and disappeared."
Van's eyes drifted over the battlefield, absentmindedly searching. He gazed at a soldier just landing in a parachute. He was about to touch ground when a brilliant flash collided with him, killing him instantly. Van looked to see the source, and found a sight he did not wish to see. The Chaos Geno appeared out of thin air, nose gun smoking. The electric green eyes flashed, and in an instant he had laid waste to seven more Zoids. Three Shield Ligers raised the alarm and charged, shields shining proudly, only to meet their fiery demise. Never once did the Chaos Geno use either of Its charged particle guns. Its motions were like a fluid, without any seeming flaw, ducking and weaving, by appearance the most agile and unbeatable Zoid Van had ever seen. At this point, it seemed to Van like a dream. Everything was hazy, like in a mist. He watched the cockpit of the Shield Liger Dr. D had taken control of get sliced in half by one of the Geno's razor-sharp claws. Soon every almost living thing in sight had been massacred.
All Van could do was watch helplessly. Then the Chaos Geno turned Its fiery gaze to him.
Ooh, that was fun to write. Apocalyptic scene. I've always wanted to do that. Anyway, please review.