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"Bzzzz…"

Gr…

"Bzzzz…"

What time was it…what the heck was that noise?

I pried open my eyes to see a zoid cockpit spread out before me, with a blinking light emitting the offending noise. I reached over and jabbed it, stopping the buzzing. I checked the label to see it meant battery charged. Wait, where the heck was I? I looked out the cockpit to see rock walls, I was in a canyon. I was dressed in the same clothes as yesterday. But I wasn't in Psy…

I pried open the hatch and poked my head out into the humid desert air. I saw I was actually in the Liger Prototype. The blue back was a bit dusty, like it'd been out here a while. I popped back into the cockpit and checked the clock on the console. I remember working on the Fury…my room…Vega, Sarah…Zoid Eve…Eve…

"…so that's what happened…"

I slumped back against the seat and started thinking. I must have blacked out during my little episode. Just hopped into a zoid and took off. The clock said it was the morning after, I must have just ran off here and fell asleep. I wasn't wearing my hat, I must have really been out of it. I tilted my head down to see my shirt darkened with dry sweat. I leaned my head over to see the air conditioner unit working fine. It wasn't the heat that got me sweating. I exhaled and kept trying to recollect as I reclined the seat back, staring through the cockpit at a blue sky framed by red rock.

I wondered where my team was, had they gone back under the lake or were they still at the public hanger? I reached out my hand to the console, not taking my eyes off the framed sky. Right as I was about to hit the com-button I felt something grab my hand. I pulled back and my head shot forward. There was a woman sitting cross legged on the console in front of me. How the heck…

The first thing I noticed was her skin. Dark. Not like suntan dark, like brown dark. Her features were…different. Rounded slightly, to accentuate her eyes and mouth. I'd give a body description, but she was wearing a shapeless white outfit that I honestly couldn't put a name too. Then back to her face. She was calmly gazing at me, not noticing my fear and surprise. She retracted the hand she'd grabbed me with and assumed a meditation stance.

"About time you woke up…"

…and a voice like the wind through a tunnel.

"…who…the hell are you? How did you get in here?"

She slowly blinked, showing she wasn't in a hurry to answer.

"Gee, Trey. You made this thing, you should know how to get in one."

I pulled back into the seat even further, trying to get some room between me and her.

"…how do you…"

She didn't let me finish.

"I wish I could say we've met, but we do know each other."

I stopped tensing, trying to remain calm. I lowered my arms to the side and stared at her, seated in a way so I could fight her off if I had to.

"…I'm not following…"

Instead of knowing she'd been had and pulling out a gun, she just smiled.

"…just call me Eve."

I froze. Not that I was moving in the first place, but if I tried I couldn't. I just breathed a bit deeply, staring her down. This was…she said she was…

"…calm down Trey…"

Instantly I felt this wave of calm go through me. But I wasn't calm, it just forced itself on me…

"…um…eh…"

She stretched out her dark legs in front of her and stood up in front of my seat.

"…meet me outside when you come to your senses."

Then she was gone. I didn't mean she went up through the hatch, I mean she just disappeared without a trace, leaving me to sit there and sweat. I stared at the console she'd been sitting on. Somehow I got control of myself, reached up and stepped out onto the top of the zoid. I felt the wind blow by as I stood there. I looked down to see the white clothed woman standing down by the canyon wall, waiting. I hopped down, just as I had off Psy the day I left the desert, onto the floor. I turned and walked over to her, slowly, without a sound. She watched me approach and started walking the length of the wall.

"Come with me. I always prefer to talk business while walking."

I did as she said and walked by her side without a word. She strolled slowly along, also silent. God, this was so freakin' scary…

"…first agenda…I'm not in charge of the entire freakin' universe…"

I nod quietly. She keeps talking.

"…I could be considered a Goddess, somehow. But I'm only in charge of one subject. Zoids. I created them to help the people of this planet. Then the wave from Earth came, and discovered the ancient zoids, learned to recreate them and I was back on the job."

…this was the history of zoids…?

"I made a mistake by even making the first zoid. When the Zoidans made their own it got worse."

The Death Saurer…

"But now you Earthers with too much time on your hands claim I'm God."

I finally spoke up.

"…wait…say that again?"

She answered without looking at me, we never made eye contact during the walk.

"…I was created along with everything else. I'm not the Creator. I'm not sure who is, exactly. I popped up along with this planet, same as dirt, water and energy."

…so those churches in her image were a bit off.

"At first all I knew was I could create these animals that helped people. Then the people used technology to make it easier on me."

…sounds realistic enough…we crossed a corner and soon we were walking the length of a slow river.

"…I'm a creator, but I'm no artist. I just let the people come up with ideas and give life to them."

"…so you just gave reality to their dreams…"

She nodded at the horizon in front of us.

"I admit. On my own I don't have a creative bone in my body."

I stopped in my tracks, she kept walking.

"…wait! You're saying you never…"

I jogged to catch up with her again, she had kept walking.

"…well, for a while I accepted this and let you Earthers make your own zoids and enjoy the planet. Then that war started and you used what I gave life to, against each other. I intervened indirectly. I was laying low, didn't want to distort the culture you brought from Earth. I helped those who would fight for the good of their people, not the tyrants who wanted to use old weapons to control new victims."

The Big War…Van…Fiona…Raven…

"…those organoids as you called them were my messengers."

I figured…

"Thankfully my work paid off, and the ZBC was formed. I admit, my zoids do love to play with each other."

"...an odd way to describe battling…"

She ignored my comment and went on.

"Well, now there's another party that wants to harm others."

The Backdraft…

"…therefore I am intervening."

"…how?"

We had finally reached the mouth of the canyon, now facing open desert. She stopped walking and turned to me.

"…for starters, I needed some one who could create…some one proven to be a survivor. I also needed other special individuals for other purposes."

So she was only cluing me in on this Creator guy.

"…one day in my travels I came upon an odd scene. A boy who was the ideal for what I needed. A survivor. Who had gone through a childhood of pain with no hope and had gone through. A creator. He wasn't aware yet but he saw things that others needed years of research to notice. This gift allowed him to find a mentor, a retired zoid pilot. This man, combined with the boy's own vision, taught him everything to know about my creations.

"As a bonus it gave him the ability to harness the power of one like one of the best. And his feelings for the party of greed…the Backdraft Corporation brought shame to his family name, and years of pain to his body. Zoids helped mend both of these, creating an unbreakable bond. And teaching him above all else, who the real enemy is."

She took a shallow breath and kept on. I was still blank to what she was talking about. But when she mentioned pain I felt the old scars on my back burn slightly.

"I found the boy in an old, dying cat that was running to avoid its own destruction. Yet it was kept going by the boy's hope. This ambition was what guided me to him. By the time he had finished watching the sun rise I had arranged for him to go through a chain of events that would leave him in a position that would make him secure enough to follow his own path."

…how did she know Max used that path line a lot? By now I had picked up it was me, but I hadn't reacted to it yet.

"At first he just became a master pilot. But his true skills were shown and he began perfecting his trade."

Making zoids…

"…soon I began contacting him directly. By dropping hints that he on his own accord followed."

The Liger Zero X…she was the one who got me into that mess.

"…Trey, you are a creator. I just give life to what you make. I give life to every zoid that is made capable of living. Including the ones made by the Backdraft due to the power of my own vow. But by giving you the opportunity to be heard, I have given the side of good an asset that can combat those of greed."

…I was starting to catch on, in my own simple way. As she opened her mouth to keep going I raised my hand for her to stop.

"…I get it…but a few questions before we cut this short."

She nodded, it felt weird to demand something from a goddess.

"…why did you make Psy the way he is?"

She blinked slowly again.

"…that isn't connected to you, actually…it was of his own saga. He was cut down by a zoid that shouldn't have done so. The Psycho Geno Saurer, used by a man of greed. Since the Saix was alive deep down, he felt the pain for years on end. Being cut down by some one with no honor. He would never be able to function again. Yet his very core demanded the chance to get revenge and continue life. The fact you were piloting him when I met you was pure chance. When I sought ways to help you I stumbled upon his spirit. I granted him new life, and a body that he specified for a very strict purpose."

"…you mean he has a reason for being the way he is?"

"…he is a perfect counter to the zoid that killed him…"

The Psycho Geno…and the Saix…the ying and yang.

"…the fact your two fates merged was an odd one for me, also. I do not control fate, just can nudge things around in my favor. Changing the traffic conditions, causing a stray Molga to change course for example."

My first day out…I thought this over, looking at my feet, looking into her eyes was too extreme for me.

"…only recently was I aware my interference had a negative affect on you."

I looked up to see she was looking at me…like a girl who had missed a date?

"…I should have revealed this earlier on…"

I nodded, agreeing. I was still a bit nervous, the presence of a god and all.

"…but there is one thing that went a bit better than I planned. Your Liger."

She pointed at the path we'd taken in the canyon.

"…you created a way for millions of those suffering to find jobs, money, ways to do things that have to be done…I didn't make that happen, you did."

I blushed, of course. I outdid Zoid Eve. Drinks on me.

"…well…thank you…for everything…but what now?"

She turned back to the blank horizon.

"…you're going to wake up in your room, realizing this is all just a way of me speaking to you. And you're going to continue helping those who need it."

I scratched my neck.

"…you mean Team Reckless, the ZBC, Max, the people on Zi….Vega?"

She shrugged, still looking at the flat desert and endless sky.

"All of the above. Sorry to bring this up, but your alarm clock just went off."

"Bzzzzzz…"

The canyon, the desert, and the sky were now the glass ceiling of my room, my skylight showing grey clouds, and my alarm clock.

I sat up to find myself dressed just as I had been in the canyon. I tapped the alarm clock to quiet it and stared at my bedding, just thinking. Not wondering if it was a dream, it had been all too real. In fact my shoes had faint red dirt on them when I bent down to tie them later. When I got the power to stand up and walk out I wasn't sure what to expect. I walked out into our huge living area and scanned around slowly, waiting for something to pop out.

All that awaited me were to sleeping forms in the living room area. Vega, covered with some spare blankets on the couch, Sarah dozing lightly in the chair nearby, ever protective of him. I silently crept over to the elevator and went down to the garage. I walked out among our zoids and my creations. The blue Liger. The Reaper. The ZBC modifications I'd made. The still-cocooned Urban Assault. And then the Psycho Saix. He was stretched out on the floor, in sleep mode. I walked over and cleared my throat.

"…hey, you up?"

Suddenly he jumped up onto his legs, looking around as if frightened.

"GAH….whoa…scary…"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Did I surprise you?"

He shook his head sleepily.

"I had this nightmare."

I felt my jaw drop.

"…what?"

"…I dreamt about the future…everyone was stupid…the zoids battles were crap, and the only way to win was to hook up with another zoid in a really crappy looking formation and just call out some lame attack. Geez, I thought it was real…thanks for waking me."

I just stared.

"…yep, that's pretty damn scary."

Author's Notes

...um...what is there to say? I dislike Zoids Fuzors?