Battle Dawn

Chapter Eight: Missing Legends

by Silver

            Author's Apology: Sorry this took so long. This is probably one of the longest chapters I've written in any of my fan fics. I want to that Zeropioneer and ChrisDude for proofreading this story. I always miss my own typos.

            I also want to thank Orson Scott Card, whose works are having an influence on my writing and storytelling. Hopefully, I can turn out to be half as good a writer as he.

            I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please leave a review after you're done and let me know what you think.

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            The Valley of the Rarehertz; birthplace of legends, tomb of history, and land of death. Sen Vaez had never visited this fabled realm, but now at the cusp of history he found a renewed interest in what was otherwise considered the ZBC's greatest headache. Any officer assigned to the "Rarehertz base" always received the same question at the door. "So, who's mad at you?"

            For three quarters of a century, the Rarehertz base was a dumping ground for disruptive or inept officers. Assignment to this base was no different from a child having to sit in the corner and reflect upon his or her mistake. The hope was that the constant isolation and frustration would redeem the personnel and transform them into respectable ZBC officers. How odd that a place of such importance had become a dumping ground.

            As his Hammerhead transport circled the area, Vaez read through the history of this base. Long before the days of Van Flyheight the Hero and Rudolf the Savior, the Valley of the Rarehertz was already infamous. A roaming energy pulse within these stone walls created a labyrinth that stripped Zoids of their sanity, causing them to run berserk and often slay their pilots. No matter what countermeasures used, the Rarehertz always evolved to overcome any resistance. Who could have guessed that this destructive force was really Zoid Eve's defense mechanism for keeping intruders away from Eveopolis?

            Shortly after the final battle with and the ultimate Deathsaurer, the Guardian Force had pondered what to do with this powder-keg. They certainly couldn't leave it be for any rouge to dabble in, and no power other than the Guardian Force could be trusted with the power that lay beneath. That was the rational, at least. But Vaez knew the Guardian Force was hardly incorruptible. They coveted the power of Zoid Eve as had Hiltz and Prozen. So they set up a base within the Valley over the objections of Fiona Alicia-Linet-Flyehight, a senior GF member and most knowledgeable in such matters. Without the use of Zoids, the crews had to rely on unstable digging equipment based on ancient Terran technology; and even then Zoid Eve would not allow them to pass. From deep within Eveopolis the Rarehertz pulse lashed out and crashed every sort of electrical device known to man. A project estimated to last no more than a decade had dragged on for the better part of a century. For so long the project trudged on, guided by unfaithful hands.

            And then the Rarehertz stopped. Less than five years ago, the Rarehertz ceased and the Valley became no different than any other in the world. As the Guaridan Force's successor, the ZBC seized the moment and hastily transferred in capable men and women, sending the washouts to other remote locals. Excavation finally reached a fevered pitched; so much so that Vaez had to order a postponement so he could orchestrate events to coincide. It was a heavy-handed move he rather would have avoid, but he wanted his future queen to be present while he stared a god in the face. And then he would possess the god, and his queen would give him the power to achieve his ultimate goal. He would be the first to step through the earthen doorway to claim a power from another lifetime. Such was the plan he had constructed; a divination that even his grandfather could not have foreseen. Now he would prove himself to be the true successor, and the script would reach its climax.

            It was rare for him to feel giddy, but being so close to his objective it was impossible not to feel impatient. He signaled the pilot to hurry the landing; a luxury of a command position. In less than several minutes he was on the ground, saluting and shaking hands with the bases commander and other visiting dignitaries.

            "Welcome to this auspicious event, sir." The commander said over the flashes of cameras and television spotlights. Vaez had wanted this event to be broadcasted in every major city. It was only fitting to document a watershed in history. Of course, none would be allowed inside. Only archeological teams and command staff would have that privilege. But the signals from within would be televised. Such honesty and trust would win the hearts of many viewers and build their admiration for Vaez, easing the transition when all major governments fell. What better way to enter a war than with the populace already supporting you?

            "Thank you, Major General. I trust all is ready for the final push?"

            "Yes, sir. The podium is also prepared for you."

            Vaez waved a hand. "I think we can skip the speeches tonight. We've waited almost a full century for this excavation. I doubt anyone wants to wait another hour because of my droning." The crowd laughed; not the polite, forced laugh that greeted many leaders, but a true laughter of admiration. Tonight he would hold the key to Lilith, the body for Lilith, and the trust of those who would fall victim to Lilith.

Vaez glanced over at Helic's President Vereor and Guylos' Kamuffel, the rulers of rivaling nations. Both appeared cheerful and eager, but he knew they were chaffing behind him. As ZBC Commissioner and supreme commander of this project, it was his honor to host this event. Both men obviously wanted to be center stage, and now that Vaez had declined to speak neither one could afford to get a word in lest they truly reveal themselves as greedy, small-minded bureaucrats. How they must be seething. Let this mark the end of days for you, Helic and Guylos, thought Vaez. You shall soon receive your punishment. I can only hope you will realize that you have already lost the hearts of your citizens before you see the end coming.

            The Major General led Vaez and his entourage to the tunnel entrance. Video crews and photographers followed them step for step, but Vaez made no rush. He did not try to dodge the flashes or pretend the cameras were not there. He took his time, waved to the cameras, shook hands briefly, but always kept moving. His earlier impatience had melted away under the demands of the spotlight and remembrance of his heritage. The people of Zi couldn't stand to wait another moment, but Vaez's family was far stronger. They had waited centuries for this moment. They could stay silent a little longer.

            At the maw of tunnel leading into the dimly lit cradle of destiny, MP's blocked off the reporters and a young Sergeant took up a video camera to tape the following events. Vaez glanced at the shadows, trying to see signs of the hidden unit that had stowed away on his Hammerhead. They had specific orders to trail him unseen. They had to be somewhere out of sight of the crowd, for surely they had not yet entered the tunnel. Despite the immense value of their mission, it would not be fitting for underlings to enter the most sacred Zoidian city before their master. It would still be another day before the Fuma team reached Alteil's position. Until their stealth expertise came under Vaez's control, he still had to rely on his own covert agents. Once his second unit completed their task, however, he could charge them with more vital missions while Fuma dealt with all cloak-and-dagger matters. His own men's talents would be better used in speaking to the youth of Zi to raise an army. Their words were far deadlier than their stealth.

            But their ability to blend with the shadows was still on par with even the most elite military covert ops team on Zi. Vaez could not see any of them in the dark corners of the tunnel. Vaez was not so proud to deny that he could not see where they hid, though he'd never admit such a thing aloud. How fortunate these men are my allies, he thought. Were it even remotely possible that they might turn on me, I would fear for my life in such places. But their loyalty was unquestioned. Vaez had trained them personally. These men could not be swayed by jealousy, greed, or self-ambition. They were the truly devoted; the elite of a reborn nation. Their rewards would be far greater than any man could provide now. And so there was no need to fear. If anything, the fools paraded behind Vaez were the ones whom ought to dread.

            The party continued on through the tunnel, guided by the camera's spotlight and the faint overhead lightning network. But as they neared the final wall, a strange orchid glow began to shimmer into view. The final chamber was an immense, low-ceiling cave with a network of stalactites and stalagmites giving the sensation that they were standing in the mouth of a great beast. Water splashed and echoed off the stone, causing Vaez to wonder how his agents would avoid detection. That strange glow permeated the entire area, and seemed to flow from a honeycome-styled dome near the cave's center. Vaez knew without checking that this had been the hideout for Prozen the Usurper: one of the most hated men in Zi's history. Here, under the guise of the Dark Kaiser, Prozen had sent out his agents, Hiltz the Butcherer and Reese the Blue Devil. For a time they had seemed invincible with the power of both the Death Stinger and the resurrected Death Saurer, until Prozen was absorbed by that which he sought to control, and Hiltz perished in the Death Saurer's destruction. Only Reese had survived, fading into history with her unlikely consort, Raven.

            And now here he stood, about to attempt a feat even Prozen dared not attempt. Vaez had no doubt others in the past had sought the same power he now stood to possess, but after such a long history one could hardly blame Vaez for being unoriginal. His true strength lay in his planning. Rather than simply gain the power, he had planned failsafes to ensure he was not consumed like Prozen. He would not become a meal for a Zoid; rather, he would become the mind of the most powerful Zoid in history! All his planning would come to fruition in a few short moments.

The Major General had indeed prepared for this event. Several floodlights and spotlights stood at the ready with two crewman apiece for transport. There would be no stumbling in the dark. Small charges lined the cracked wall, awaiting the signal to explode. All seismic scans and analysis indicated that beyond this seemingly normal mound of dirt was a series of objects too perfect, too symmetrical to be natural. A few meters beyond this point lay the first relics of Ancient Zoidian history. Support beams and metal gridlines ensured the chamber's stability. It would take far more force than these simple charges to bring down the ceiling. 

            One of the crewmen handed Vaez a remote and escorted the group behind a set of blast shields. "The explosion shouldn't be too large, and it won't destabilize the cave, but better safe than sorry, sir. We've conducted multiple sonar scans and determined that there's a subterranean cave just behind this wall. One quick blast and we'll be inside without having to wait for support struts."

            Vaez nodded. "Indeed. Good job. Are we certain there is enough force to punch through the wall?" Legends said that an ancient Zoidian need only speak the word "Fiona" to open the passageway to Eveopolis. No one knew the meaning of the word, and so it was more commonly known as the name of the most famous female Zodian in recorded history. Sadly, the Zoidian bloodline was too thin for such easy entry now; although Vaez had a few suspicions. Bereft of a lock-pick, the ZBC now relied on brute force to gain entry.

            The Major General interjected, unwilling to let a mere crewman take any sort of credit for a project he only oversaw. "My men have calculated the wall's depth, composure, and density, sir. I can assure you that we are fully able to break through in one try. Should the first blast fail for some reason, we have several more sets of charges waiting for your use."

            "Let's hope it doesn't come to that. I doubt any of us want to have to take another shot at this." He grinned inwardly at the small line of sweat on the Major General's brow. Had he let the crewman handle explanations, the pressure would haven fallen to a subordinate. The Major General's attempt at brownnosing only saddled him with a new fear of failure. Do pray that this works. Otherwise I might make an example of you.

            At Vaez's signal, everyone in the area donned mufflers over their ears and took shelter behind the blast walls. The Gods of Zi must have favored the Major General that day, for a new hole appeared in the wall with no sign of difficulty. The Sergeant charged with the video camera was the first to step forward, but Vaez placed a hand on his shoulder before the fool could step through the newly made portal. In his eagerness he had forgotten who was in charge of this operation. Vaez made sure to be lighthearted in reprimanding the Sergeant, but also made sure the message was clear. The soldier had enough sense to look abashed and slumped back behind Vaez.

            The air on the other side of the wall was heavy and stagnant. Vaez's lungs burned slightly from the decreased oxygen, even though air flowed from the chamber he'd just left. It was clear that no living thing had entered this realm in some time. Vaez stepped through with the grace of a ruler but the humility of a prophet. The President and the Emperor were far less graceful; each one trying to be the next to enter and only succeeding in tripping over each other. Vaez had no doubt the late night comedy shows of Zi would have a field day with that footage. But all pretenses at power and regality faded into pure shock.

            "Organoids…" Emperor Kamuffel whispered. The cavern, nary an inch taller than the previous one, contained countless glass pods; each holding a seven-foot tall saurian Zoid. Unlike their larger cousins, the Organoids' designs were smooth and graceful. These Zoids bore a far stronger resemblance to the Wild Zoids that existed before the coming of humans. Organoids had once been the bridge between Zoidian, man, and Zoid. They could fuse with Zoids, increasing their abilities and even altering or evolving a Zoid's frame. They could also hold the memories of their Zodian masters, and allow communication between a human and a Zoid. For the most part, these Dragon-like Zoids appeared identical save for coloring and facial features. Four Organoids stood out in recent history, including Van Flyheight's companion, Zeeke.

            How odd for the Zoidians to store their pets in such a place. The ceiling and floor were rough and cold and hardly safe. Several pods had shattered, spilling out their contents who now lay lifeless. A large section of the ceiling had apparently fallen and crushed two other pods. Even more surprising was that the rocks seem to swallow parts of the Organoid pods. It was almost as if the pods had been here long before the cavern. Was it possible that there had been some kind of calamity? Nonsense. Eveopolis had survived Zi's destruction and emerged from underground without the slightest blemish. There was another reason the Zoidians placed their Organoids in this cavern, odd as that unknown reason might be.

            Vaez reflected on how nice it would be to have such a creature serving him as his reign began; but these Organoids were of no use now. With their masters long since dead, the Zoids themselves had passed on; their metal-based cells transforming into a sort of petrified skin. Science teams were already trying to study the corpses, but the transparent chambers appeared impenetrable. The lack of scratching or weathering—even in an environment such as this—was a testament to the strength of this material, and no tool seemed able to puncture them. Perhaps the Zoidians had designed these strange pods to be opened from within by the Organoids themselves. What better way to protect their pets than to ensure no one could touch them from outside?

            The group paused long enough to transmit shots of the Organoids and gather a few choice samples from the free bodies. Many scientists were excited by the notion of cloning an Organoid, but they failed to realize the era of Organoids was long since past. The true prize lay farther in, and Vaez led the way at the first opportunity.

            In his mind, Vaez had painted a picture of Eveopolis at the height of its grandeur with crystal skyscrapers and untainted walkways; its streets as dark as polished obsidian and just as flawless. The Zoidian race had created a society no Earthling could ever match for they harnessed the natural power of Zoid Eve whereas humans had to find ways to bypass nature to achieve their goals. How simple it was for the Zoidians to reshape a mountain or extract minerals from the soil. They needed only to turn to Zoid Eve and have her birth a new Zoid, perfectly evolved to fit their needs. The Zoidians had even managed to learn how to reshape existing Zoids in their birthing chambers. Now, after the great calamity, the human race could only harness the few scraps of Zoidian technology that had survived Zi's near obliteration. They could only clone Zoids based on corpses found in ruins, and from there modify the Zoid cores to either enhance or create new Zoids. While this power was nothing to be dismissed, Vaez knew it was but a sample of the Zodians' original power. He knew everyone else wanted that same power so they could build up the human-ruled Zi into something as majestic as Eveopolis itself.

            Yet the Eveopolis Vaez suddenly saw before him did not radiate the grandeur he knew the ancient race possessed. He didn't even realize he was inside the city until he nearly bumped into a wall. Vaez frowned and pressed his hand against the smooth surface, far too flawless to be anything natural. Less than a foot away the wall became craggy and uneven. It was a natural stone. Vaez called for more light and several techs aimed their lights. The wall Vaez had felt was being swallowed by the cavern wall. With the illumination now highlighting every feature, the entire group noticed melted and blown-out windows and collapsed sections of a building. The structure was half merged into the stone. Vaez ordered more lines shown forward, and the city that appeared before him was far different from the view in his mind.

            Eveopolis was now a city of ash and dirt. The skyscrapers, barely visible by the spotlights, were all shattered and toppled, their rubble crushing sections of the roads and smaller buildings. Soot and rubble crunched under every step while dust in the air caused fits of sneezing and coughing. Vaez ordered masks and goggles for the entire group. Large portions of the city lay buried in solid stone, as if the cavern was trying to digest its contents. It was painfully obvious that the Organoid chamber had indeed been swallowed by magma and stone. Years of Zi's tectonic shifting had robbed Eveopolis of its former beauty. Now it seemed more a dead shell, with half its contents half-submerged or completely devoured by the stone walls.

            How was this possible? When Eveopolis emerged over a century ago, it was as pristine as if it had just been birthed out of Zi's very core. There had been no decay, no destruction. Why had it fallen apart now? Molten rock had seeped into the city, melting buildings and encasing the remains in stone tombs. The putrid, sulfur-filled air made Vaez gag. What had become of this city of legends? How could the birthplace of all Zoids become so decayed?

            Vaez looked back to the Organoid chamber. Most of those pods had somehow survived the flood of magma that obviously swallowed their resting place. While the building itself was lost, the treasures therein remained secure. Yet some Organoids had been crushed, or their pods broken. Obviously, whatever power protected them had departed some time ago. There were few things on Zi that could withstand the power of nature.

            Pushing back despair and his grandfather's laughter, Vaez pressed forward. Trudging through the dust, soot, and debris of the road slowed their progress considerably. Vaez chaffed under the restraints of waiting. He wanted to find his prize now, yet the script called for patience and so he forced himself to remain composed. There was very little to keep his interest in the meantime. They must have emerged in a living district for all the buildings were designed for easy access for many people, yet there were no recognizable shops or business centers. A food-court near the street corner displayed menus in a language Vaez did not recognize. Seeing a dinning area diminished the mysticism of the Zoidians. Until now, the only text from this lost civilization had been found in ruins, and often the hieroglyphic-like writing had depicted tales of powerful Zoids and ancient legends. Seeing those same glyphs used to describe the blue-plate special was insulting. Yet every culture needed to eat. These Zoidians had not designed their language with the hopes that other people would read it long after their demise. It was foolish to expect mysticism at every turn, but places such as this had that effect on even the strongest will. Vaez was standing in perhaps the most critical location on Zi. He could forgive himself for getting caught up in the moment.

            Shaking off his wonderment and trying to regain some of his regality, Vaez rounded the corner and came face to face with the devil.

            Or at least Zi's version of the devil. A being of immense power that it had nearly decimated Zi several times and consumed countless people into its corrupt core. The most notorious Zoid in history; the bastard son of Zoid Eve. The Deathsaurer. The other party members were equally shocked. Vereor gasped and Kamuffel's shriek was almost comical enough to break the spell the Deathsaurer had cast. The flood lights played over its surface, shinning off the bloody teeth that was easily two feet taller than any man in the group. Its mouth was parted in a final death scream from Van Flyheight's fatal blow. The maw was easily as big as the Organoid cavern. The lights flashed over its darkened eyes, partially hidden by a shattered visor. They stared cold and lifeless into the void. Vaez managed to move his gaze away from the Deathsaurer's soulless gaze and examined the surrounding buildings. Several had been toppled long ago; no doubt shattered by the fall of the Deathsaurer's decapitated head. For all he knew, this was the last mortal remains of Zi's greatest threat.

            Vaez stepped forward and extended his hand towards the monster. It was all right for his hand to tremble a little. Any lesser or equal man would do the same; and there was no one superior. How the viewers on the surface must be reacting now. No doubt some of them were screaming for him not to touch it lest he somehow awaken the behemoth. How funny that such an image, long since a part of Zi's culture, could still invoke terror among onlookers. Even the Zoids News Network used a cartoon version of the Deathsaurer in their broadcasts. Perhaps that drawing would be less funny after tonight.

            "Amazing." said Vereor. "To think even a part of this monster still exists. Thank goodness Helic ended its rampage so long ago. We might not enjoy our current prosperity otherwise."

            "With respect, Mr. President," said Kamuffel "it was Guylos' gravity cannon that fired the killing shot."

            "Yet that 'killing shot' was a Republic Blade Liger. I'm sure you'll agree that it was Helic's ingenuity that won the day."

            "I don't recall Van Flyheight ever declaring himself a member of the Republic army. In fact, he was Guardian Force personnel only, and was a close friend to Rudolf the Savior. I doubt he'd appreciate you portraying the Republic in a larger light than its partner, the Guylos Empire."

            "I only mention Helic's role because I do not want to stir up any feelings over Guylos' role in the creation of this beast."

            "That need not concern anyone. Prozen the Usurper was not acting in the Empire's interest. If you'll remember, we were the first to receive a blast from this Zoids Charged Particle Cannon. And it was our forces who aided Helic as the Deathsaurer threatened to wipe out their advanced units."

            "But, Emperor, what of Guylos' role in creating the first Deathsaurer, before the great calamity?"

            "It is hardly fair, sir, to put blame on us for the acts of a race long-since dead. We stand in the ruins of their city even now."

            "I was not blaming anyone, your highness. I was simply wondering what might have happened if the old Guylos had not created this thing."

            "As I understand it, the old Republic was designing super Zoids as well, such as the King Gojulas. I imagine that if Helic had been faster, it would be they who unleashed a Deathsaurer-like monster upon this world."

            So predictable. Vereor would never miss this chance to remind everyone of how strong Helic appeared; and he would try to use that strength as a pass for all sorts of audacious actions, including setting up military bases in political hotspots. Kamuffel would never allow such an act and so he sought to curb the President's audacity now. The comedy in this play was that neither man was consciously aware of his intentions. Both were acting out of natural habit without thinking far enough into the future. These fools could only see in the short term. True leaders could look several years, even decades, ahead of their competition. Vaez had gazed far beyond any other man or woman on Zi, and he knew his future by heart.

            Normally, Vaez would allow this polite bickering to continue so that both countries grew more hostile towards one another. However, this was not the time. He was nearly drained of patience and was willing to shove other agendas aside for the time being. "Gentlemen, let us not ponder matter in which we lack knowledge. Was not the point of this expedition to learn about Zi's past, including the original creation of the Deathsaurer? We can discuss this matter at another time once we have the more information. And besides, it was the joint work of both Helic and Guylos that has protected Zi for all this time, and defeated Hiltz the Butcherer. I think we can all take pride in that." It was so simple to look like the hero and peacemaker compared to these fools. Both Helic and Guylos had become too lax and greedy in their power. People of both nations were convinced that they could do no wrong, and that no power on Zi—not even other nations—could contest their actions. Vaez needn't sow any discord, it already existed. He just had to nudge it in the right direction.

            They delayed by the Deathsaurer's head far longer than Vaez preferred. He needed only think of his own agenda to break the Deathsaurer's hold on him. But he did hope his agents were nearby, ready to take samples for his use. The Death Stinger might also be nearby. Its coreless shell would have been buried along with Eveopolis, and it was strong enough to endure almost any condition. It had taken the Backdraft years to learn how to clone the Death Stinger's tail cannon. With a DNA blueprint, Vaez could clone the entire Death Stinger to do his bidding.

            At the first polite chance to press on, Vaez urged everyone forward. The spotlights had a far easier time providing illumination as they neared the center of the city. The debris slackened off, allowing more light to shine on their surroundings. How odd that the destruction worsened the farther away one stood from the city's center. It was almost as if the protective power of the city shrunk over time, until now there was no guarantee of protection. Fortunately the ceiling was as secure as the geologists and technicians had promised. It was clear that some bits of rock had fallen with devastating effects, but the loss of material had not yet weakened the ceiling enough to cause a threat.

            All the streets seemed to lead towards one destination, as if the city had grown out from one source like vessels flowing away from and towards a heart. Finally, Vaez began to recognize his surroundings, which could only mean they were nearing his true goal. He'd poured over all the recordings from Flyheight's Blade Liger, secured deep in the ZBC archives. He'd memorized every structure, every possible path to the center in preparation for this day. He'd committed the entire layout to memory long before his ascension to ZBC Chairman. This was the way. This was the path of destiny. Even now he could see the curved monolith standing taller than any other building. From far away it had been invisible amidst the darkness, but now he could make out its faint glow. The structure was smooth and featureless, and it curved around like a crescent moon as if encircling a shorter pillar on the other side. It was there that Vaez would find the power he sought and be one step closer to the realization of his plans.

            He moved much faster, ignoring the panting and calls from behind for him to slow. If they could not keep up, too bad for them; and no one could fault him for being eager to see a legend. Vaez practically bounded over the rubble, spring-boarding from structure to structure rather than bothering to climb. The very ceiling could fall and he would not allow it to slow him. He'd rip apart every slab of stone in his path if anything dared challenge his penultimate scene. After tonight he wouldn't have to be concerned with manipulation and deception. With his own men studying and preparing under the ZBC's nose, it would be a simple matter to orchestrate unrest and create a moment to strike. All he needed was this ultimate power; the key to a renewed future. All he needed was Zoid Eve!

            And she wasn't there.

            Vaez's pace slowed as he rounded into view of the cradle's opposite side. There were small ports with cables dangling like limp vines, and a vast space with walkways bridging the gaps. But nothing filled the void. There was no structure, no statute, no mother of all Zoids. Zoid Eve was not there.

            This was not fair. It was not in the script. There was nothing to suggest that Zoid Eve would move from this spot. There was no reason she'd want to move. This was her city! This was where she ruled! What would possess this ancient power to abandon her throne? And how could she have left? Surly a giant blue statue resembling a woman would not go unnoticed by anyone in the area. There would have been a sighting. A report. A rumor. Vaez had not allowed a single shred of evidence to go unchecked before this day. Yet now the harsh reality mocked him, as did his grandfather's laughter.

            "What?" Kamuffel and the others had finally caught up. Vereor was already shuffling through the same documents Vaez had memorized.

            "This is the spot. This is where Zoid Eve was last reported. Where is it?"

            One of the techs said, quite helpfully, "Zoid Eve's absence would explain the decay around the city. Without its power for protection, the area began to suffer under the tectonic strain."

            "It." They dared call her an "it?" The fools had no appreciation of her power, her grace. Zoid Eve was the embodiment of Vaez's dreams, and they referred to her like a regular Zoid or a bug. How dare they? How dare they be present at his humiliation; at the thwarting of all his goals? It was not for his future plans, Vaez would have lashed out at them instantly. Instead he waited until his cold silence shunned them all into quiet, and he led them out of the city and back towards the outside world. They no doubt wanted to protest. There were many other secrets to find in this ruined, useless city. But why seek lesser secrets when the greatest of all was gone? This night fell far short of Vaez's planning. But as he marched up the tunnel, his rational mind began to take over.

            Zoid Eve was gone, but no power that great could simply wink out of existence. Perhaps she'd known the human race would attempt to regain her, and thus she had slipped away using her divine gifts. Zoid Eve had existed before Eveopolis, and therefore it was quite obvious that she had a means of transport. The question was how she had slipped away unnoticed. Perhaps she had the power of invisibility; or maybe she influenced the minds of any onlookers, making them dumb and forgetful. She would have used such powers in the past, and any acts would be recorded by the Zoidians. Vaez was already rewriting the script. While the Backdraft reigned terror and friction built between Helic and Guylos, Vaez would search for such knowledge. The greatest rulers never placed all their secrets in one local. The information he needed on Zoid Eve would not be here where anyone could read their journals as easily as a food menu. Rather, the Zoidians would have documented their knowledge within a ruin or shrine.

            Hide all you want, Zoid Eve. I will find you. Powerful as you are, you cannot decide the outcome of this play. I have chosen my characters too well, and you are to join me and one other in a starring role. Once I know your secrets, you will fall into my plans.

            The camera crews and reporters awaited him at the cave mouth. There was a reverent silence throughout the crowd, even though the photographers could not miss this opportunity to snap a shot. The return from underground had drained away some of Vaez's anger, allowing him the clarity to seize this opportunity. "I can't help but feel that I've let you all down. There wasn't a soul here who wasn't looking forward to seeing Zoid Eve in her own home. We expected a beautiful, mysterious city springing forth from the mother of all Zoids. Instead we found a deserted shell which had long since lost much of its magic. Zoid Eve was all our hopes for reviving Zi into a paradise as it had once been. But those hopes have not died with this setback.

            "I don't understand why Zoid Eve would want to leave, but I still intend to ask her. I'm not content to leave things as they are. In the next few days, I will draft a new budget for the archeological and excavation departments for the ZBC. We will search for more information about this lost race so that we may learn more about Zoid Eve herself. Perhaps within those ruins we will find the answer to where she might have gone. Until then I ask for your patience." He was pleased with the applause that answered his request. How simple it was to fool people with the truth. A lie eventually came back to haunt you, but the no one could pierce the truth. All Vaez had done was omit a few facts, such as his true plans for Zoid Eve. Zi would be a paradise. His paradise.

            After bidding goodbye to the President, Emperor, and much of the exploration troop, Vaez walked into the base to attend to other matters. The soldiers held the reporters at bay, allowing Vaez some much needed privacy. Or so he thought. Upon entering a deserted hallway, one of the shadows moved. "My lord."

            Vaez grinned at his agents' ability to blend with the darkness. It was abilities such as these that had enabled them to capture Alteil and other key players. "Report."

            "We are all shamed by our failure to capture Zoid Eve. Forgive us." How like his most trusted servants to take responsibility. Gods of Zi forbid the blame fall on their master. "We were successful, however, in gathering samples from Organoids, the Deathsaurer, and we even found the Death Stinger submerged in rock. We managed to get a cell sample off of its claws. In addition, I have received word that our second team has acquired the Countess. She will arrive at the base by morning."

            "Excellent. You have done well. Put all thoughts of Zoid Eve's disappearance out of your mind and take satisfaction in knowing you have pleased your lord and hastened the Empire's restoration. Now return to our headquarters. I have other things to attend to."

            "Yes, great lord." The shadowy figure vanished.

            Vaez's dialog with his true subordinate probably saved the life of the next bumbler; a young MP Lieutenant whom he'd charged with escorting Ms. Toros to the base. The dig had gone on quite longer than he'd expected. "I trust Ms. Toros has been comfortable during her wait?"

            "Actually, sir, she's still en route to the base." The fool didn't even have the wisdom to sound abashed.

            "Really." Vaez's voice hinted at how the Lieutenant should feel. "And why is she so late in arriving?"

            "Well… uh…. We had some difficulty locating her since she and her companion were moving around the city so much."

            "Companion?"

            "A young man with dark hair. We finally found both of them having a street brawl and promptly arrested them."

            "You arrested my guest?" Vaez made the Lieutenant flinch with just words alone. Had he not been pleased with his true servant's report, Vaez would have struck the man down where he stood. "I gave specific orders that Ms. Toros was to be invited and escorted to the base with all the comforts of a visiting dignitary. How does that translate into arresting her like a common criminal?"

            "We-we had no choice, sir. A woman came running to some MPs and said a group of people had assaulted her. When our team reported in, they informed us that everyone in the alleyway where the assault took place was under arrest. They're all being transported here now. They should arrive in less than ten minutes."

            Vaez leaned forward, shrinking the Lieutenant's size the closer he came. "Have Ms. Toros escorted—I repeat, ESCORTED—away from that band of filth and bring her to my office. I'd best not see even any sort of sore on her wrists from the handcuffs. Do you understand, Corporal?"

            It took a few moments for the newly demoted officer to realize his fall, but it was a pleasing to see the blood drain from his face. "Yes sir." He slumped away.

            "This is all your fault!" Leena hissed from her bench. She and Leo sat amongst the very gang members they'd defeated in the alleyway, as if they were the actual criminals!

            "How is this my fault?" Leo had the gall to ask. "I told you to go get the police. Instead, you come in, all gung-ho, and look where it lands us. If you'd gotten the police in the first place, they'd know we were innocent."

            "First off, you don't tell me anything. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to have this conversation!"

            "Don't you mean argument?"

            "It'll become a fist fight if you don't apologize!"

            "Kinda hard to have a fist fight when your hands are cuffed behind your back!" Leena wanted to throttle him.

            "So," one of the less bloodied gang members said from the bench across from Leena, "how long you two been married?"

            "SHUT UP!" Both Leena and Leo yelled, and Leena promptly stood up and shoved her foot into the gangster's forehead. The man slumped in his seat, unconscious again.

            Leo regarded the man who'd been sitting next to him. "You keep doing that and you'll give the poor guy brain damage."

            "That depends on if he had brains to begin with." Leena sat back down in a nice clear spot while the real criminals all huddled on opposite sides of the bench, away from her. "Besides, he had it coming."

            "HEY!" One of the MPs called from the driver's compartment. "Keep it down in there!"

            Leena was back on her feet. "Why don't you come in here and make me keep quiet! I dare you!"

            "Leena," Leo begged, "for the love of Zi, don't upset the police!" She sat back down and huffed. More than anything right now she wanted to pound the face of the buffoon who had ordered their transport to who knew where. It was well into the evening now and they hadn't purchased a single thing. No food supplies, no parts, no ammo. Dad would have a fit. Well, no he wouldn't. He'd be too busy playing with his toys. But Jamie, oh, he'd be a real pain. He'd have all sorts of things to yell at them like, "How could you be so irresponsible?" "What were you doing all this time?" "Do I have to do everything around here myself?" Someone his age shouldn't be nearly so predictable. It wasn't even her fault. She couldn't help it if all the ammo stores were sold out and that Leo had to go and play hero.

            Not that she was mad at Leo for doing the right thing. She doubted that Brad or Bit would have been able to do the same. Bit would have gone in just for the fun of battling and saying he won, and Brad could be so miserly he would have asked the woman to pay him for the rescue. She almost admired how Leo leaped into a fight to save someone else; and he didn't play with his opponent or make a big show of the fight. He ended it quick and clean without anyone getting shot or stabbed. It was kinda… gallant. Too bad he was such a moron to get to get the both of them arrested. If anyone was going to have to listen to Jamie blow his blood pressure, it would be Leo.

            The truck eventually came to a halt, and two guards clad in ZBC armor opened the door. "Get out one at a time and form a single column."

            As soon as Leena hopped down, she began to speak, "Listen, we're not with these guys. We're innocent."

            "Like I haven't heard that before." The guard shoved her with the butt of his gun. "Get moving. You're all under arrest for assault and attempted rape."

            "I'm a woman! How can I be given a rape charge?"

            "I'm not the jury. Now shut up and go wait in your cell." He gave her another shove.

            "Listen you! I'm a civilian and I'll have your head on a pike for mistreatment!"

            "Shut up!" The guard threatened to use his weapon more violently.

            "WAIT!" A very depressed looking officer ran towards them. "Let her go, right now!" The guards looked at each other, confused. "NOW!" The urgency in his voice pushed the men into action. Leena took great delight in how quick they were to free her hands and escort her away from the others. About time they showed her some respect.

            The officer checked her hands and wrists for damage. "I'm so sorry about this, Ms. Toros. If you'll come with me, I'll escort you to Chairmen Vaez." Vaez? The head of the ZBC? What did he want with her?

            "Uh, Leena?" Leo tried to get her attention from behind the other convicts. "How's about a little help here?"

            She grinned back at him. "Sorry, but looks like I'm the only invitee. You just cool that hot head of yours and think about what you've done."

            "What I've done? Why you selfish-" She tuned out his insults and followed the officer into the base. Many of the people they passed glanced at her curiously, no doubt recognizing the world's newest and most beautiful S class warrior. Their journey ended at a large pair of double doors with a sign atop the door: "Commander's Office." The officer opened to the door, revealing the most handsome man Leena had ever seen in her life. He was tall and lean, managing to make the drab ZBC uniform look more like a noble's garments. His hair was a light silver in contrast to his youthful face. He couldn't have been more than twenty-five. His emerald eyes were sharp and intensive, conveying an intelligence Leena wouldn't expect from someone as young as he. His smile was just as intriguing, warm and inviting. Leena was only slightly aware of her blushing.

            The officer saluted. "Lieu-er-Corporal Daton escorting Ms. Leena Toros, sir."

            "Thank you, Corporal. Dismissed." The officer left without another word. Whenever Leena told someone to beat it, they usually stayed even longer. It was nice to meet a guy who could get people to do as he said so readily. "Ms. Toros." He gently took her hand and kissed it, causing Leena to become even more beet red. "My name is Sen Vaez. I cannot tell you what an honor it is to finally see you in person. Words cannot describe my elation."

            "A-an honor? Meeting me?"

            "But of course. I've been looking forward to this day for some time." He motioned her towards a pair of luxurious chairs which seemed to mold themselves exactly to fit her. "I hope the conditions are tolerable. This temporary office can be a bit bothersome." This was what he had in a temporary office? Leena couldn't even dream what he might have at home.

            "How… exactly do you know me?"

            "How could I not know about the newest Class S star? You caught my eye long before the Royal Cup, but I'm afraid situations prevented me from arranging an introduction. I'm so sorry it had to be under these circumstances. Rest assured I will have all the officers and guards who mistreated you severely punished."

            "Wait, wait." Leena shook her head, trying to shake off some of the dazzle. The head of the ZBC, a man of wealth and luxury, interested in her? Not that she could blame him for having good taste, but this was all happening in a blur. "How long have you… noticed me?"

            "Since you first reached Class B. Word spread amongst the ZBC leaders of a new team that was working its way up at an unusual pace. I was curious and made it a point to witness one of your matches. I was bewitched by your skill and strength in combat. The way you've customized your Gun Sniper into a maneuverable weapons platform is astounding. I've heard that many pilots are saving up to mimic your model; now known as the Gun Sniper LT, or "Leena Toros" custom. I was so amazed that I doubt I've missed a single match involving your team. Even the turmoil of the Royal Cup could not tear me away from watching you."

            "Well… most of the credit for our wins usually goes to Bit."

            "He is skilled, but I doubt he realizes that he is only a supporting role. I can see the truth. You set the pace for your team. Each member must take care not to stray into your line of fire, lest they be on the receiving end of a salvo. Thus you can designate who attacks a target, where your teammates move, and how quickly each unit may maneuver. Bit Cloud, for all his flash and polish, must act in accordance with your own actions, thus you orchestrate his own battle style. It's a subtlety and majesty few Zoid warriors possess. As I watched you I realized how truly unique you are in this world, and I knew I had to meet you in person. Though I confess I had no idea you'd appear on the base in handcuffs. I ordered my men to escort you here, not arrest you. My former Lieutenant should know better."

            "Former Lieutenant?" Leena tried to grasp something that didn't focus on herself. Her head was spinning. "Is that why he was so depressed?"

            "One does not fall several ranks and simple shrug it off. He will have to work very hard to renew favor in my eyes." They way he spoke so casually about commanding all these different troops. No one wonder everyone looked up to him. "But I am being rude. Would you like something to drink?"

            "N-no, thank you." Her head was spinning already. Why would she need liquor now? "How did you know I would be in the city?"

            "The start of the new season is tomorrow. I had no doubt that your team would have some last-minute stocking errands. Every team is busy shopping for food, parts, and ammunition today. But how is it that you came to be arrested? I doubt the competition for weapons could have been so brutal."

            Leena giggled. "Actually, it's all my friend's fault."

            "Friend? Is Bit Cloud here with you?"

            "Oh, no. This is a new team member. He's our mechanic. His name is Leo."

            "Leo…?"

            "'Just Leo." She imitated Leo's flat tone whenever someone tried to figure out his last name. Why did he have to make such a drama about a silly name? Surely his last name couldn't have been any worse than his first. "He found a bunch of punks harassing a woman and decided to play hero. I stepped in, of course, and then the police popped up and arrested us all together." It was then that Leena realized what a moron she sounded like. "Punks", "Popped up", how stupid could she sound to this man? "I'm sorry. I must sound so… I sound like some backcountry redneck."

            "You sound like a fresh spring air entering a musty old castle. You have no idea how grateful I am to finally speak with someone who is not trying to gain my favor or push an agenda. All their 'cultured' words and fancy phrasing ring hollow. You speak plainly, but your words are far more golden than anything I'd hear in a Guylos ballroom."  Leena's face was so hot she might as well have melted. His speech, his affection; they rolled over her like a tidal wave, sweeping her along so fast she hardly realized what was happening. Such a gallant man as this was practically proposing to her on their first meeting! She knew she had talent but even this seemed lofty.

            "Ms. Toros-"

            "Y-you can call me Leena."

            "I will, if you call me Sen. Leena, I cannot apologize enough for your harassment at the hands of my soldiers. Your kindness to a person in distress should not be rewarded with such foolishness. I had a gift planned to mark our meeting, but now it seems far more appropriate as a form of apology. If you would please follow me." He took her hand and the spark made her heart skip. He led her down the hallway, with every person they passed pausing to watch them. Moments before she had felt these people watched her because of her reputation. Now she was the focus of their envy for having charmed a man like Sen. Leena had never felt so uncertain about being the center of attention; but she could come to enjoy this.

            They exited the building, where a small jeep awaited. Sen apologized for the meager transport, though Leena figured it had taken a lot to have a base jeep wait for them this whole time. The driver chauffeured them to a Whale King poised above the landing pad. They drove up into its mouth, leading into the ship's hanger. There were only two Zoids present. Surprising, considering an entire battalion could be carried the belly of this massive Zoid. That must have been another privilege of Sen's standing: the ability to under-use space. The first Zoid was a regal, graceful Zoid that had four legs and an elongated snout. It was a dark—almost black—gray which made the noble white armor and crimson wings stand out all the more. The golden horn atop its forehead completed the image of a mythical beast Leena had once read about in school. For a time, these creatures had been believed to be an actual habitant of Earth. That was until someone had discovered an ancient Terran book that revealed them to be nothing more than a dream of a long-dead culture.

            The second Zoid—for it could only be a Zoid given its height—was covered in an emerald tarp suspended from the overhanging grid, like a gift waiting unwrapping. Sen guided her from the jeep to the covered Zoid. "This is a prototype for the next multi-range Zoid. There isn't another like it in the world. Would you please give me your impression of it?" He handed her a remote control for the pulley system. With a thrill, Leena pressed the raise button. Overhead the mechanical whir of gears and wheels sprinkled down like a chorus, heralding this brand new Zoid that could only be intended as a gift. Sen Vaez, Chairman, Commissioner, and leader of the ZBC was going to give her a new Zoid!

            And what a Zoid it was. Just by looking at it she knew it had been intended for her from design to finish. After all, why else would it so closely resemble her old Dibison? The cannons on this new Zoid, while smaller than what she was used too, fit the midnight-blue-colored frame so perfectly. The two largest cannons nestled between the Zoid's heavily armored shoulders, 120 mm heavy beam cannons, were begging to unload a barrage of firepower on some unsuspecting target. The two smaller 60 mm beam cannons arched from the Zoid's head, creating the perfect image of a bull's horns. Another set of beam cannons nestled under the Zoid's belly, 30 mm this time, would be easy to use against smaller enemies. The quad 20 mm repeater cannons pointing up from the hips would also work against rear targets, though Leena didn't like using harder to aim, rear-mounted weapons. This was the kind of firepower Leena had always craved, but the cost for laser weaponry was astronomical. Her father's impulse shopping had nearly destroyed their entire budget when he bought a long-range buster rifle. If Harry Champ hadn't footed the bill, the Blitz Team would have been eating canned beans for months.

            But now Leena had a Zoid that would never need reloading; only recharge time. She could fight for hours on end without having to listen to Jamie whine about ammo consumption and budgets. Sen couldn't have thought of a more perfect present, and he seemed to sense her thoughts.

            "It's call the Cannon Fort." He placed his arm around her waist, a little lower than might have been considered courteous, but she could hardly complain. "We minimized the frame size to allow for greater speed and maneuverability without seriously compromising artillery. The new engine design allows for much greater power, thus we can outfit this model with all-laser weaponry without fear of a Command System shutdown. And since we use laser cannons of various ranges, the pilot can attack from any range. The horns can even be used for melee combat. Do you like it?"

            "Yes." She whispered.

            "I'm glad. This Zoid requires a strong pilot, and I cannot think of no one more suited than you. We've completed the basic testing, but we want to see how the Zoid performs in actual battle. Your skill and knowledge of artillery makes you the perfect choice. Any negative results due to the Zoid's malfunctioning will be omitted from the battle, of course. Will you honor me by using this Zoid in your next battle?"

            "Of course. How did you make something like this?"

            "That is the bonus to my gift. I designed it using the Zoid core of a fallen Di-" Sen's explanation cut short when a new whirring sound sprung from the resting Cannon Fort. Its eyes flashed red and its head slowly lowered to regard the two humans before it. Leena's eyes grew wide as the Zoid moved on its own accord and lunged for her.

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            Author's Note: I just love cliffhangers, don't you?

            Much will happen in the next chapter. From here on in I start developing plot points unique to my story. Don't expect this to stay totally true to the Zoids Zero style of storytelling. It'll make more sense when I actually post the next chapter (whenever that is).

            Hope you enjoyed the chapter.