This is more or less a culmination of the thoughts and views of the Berserk Fury and the Liger Zero starting from episode 23 "The dragon awakens: the Berserk Fury enters the fray", through episode 26 "The miracle of Zero, the wind the clouds and adventure".

Took me forever to pound this out… and I really wanted to post it so if the ending seems rushed, or doesn't make sense, sorry.

And as I'm sure you all know by now, my spelling/grammar isn't the best, so watch each line break for the changes, and try to keep up.

A singular black object falls from the sky, landing betwixt two teams on verge of battle. The first bore three of the same form, long and sleek, there very essence screamed speed.

The second held forms of versatility, one clad in armor of bright blue, carrying with it its own sense of quick drawn power. The second, though smaller in build held its own lean agility, as if it had merely walked from a shadow. The third, smaller still wore a glistening mass of armaments fixated to various parts of its body, radiating pure devastation.

And yet, before either side could make a move, could make a singular decision, a second black speck plummets to the ground…

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This child is strange to me. Strange yet somehow familiar.

Free of my physical prison, yet stripped of everything that I was, of that I am. What could these humans want from me? Locked away for a millennium simply because of what I am.

It is strange, that after so long harboring that much anger, that much rage…

I am calm.

Unbelievably calm.

I learn, after so much watching, and allowing them to run their tests, they want me to fight.

Typical.

The first to step forward was sleek, fast. But I had faced his kind before, in another life, and it seemed that this one was slower, weaker. He lacked the amount of skill and tact the one of old carried with such ease. His charge was followed, his leap into the air tracked. This was too easy. He went down hard, minus a booster pack. The other two, of the same shape, charged in single file, both sought retribution for their fallen comrade.

There was more thought put into this attack. The rear one suddenly leaping up in a flying tackle. It was caught by the tail, swung around in an almost playful manner before crashing into its fellow. The child, he was laughing, I realized, the thrill, the elation of battle was still there, albeit a joy without the senseless killing, it was there nonetheless.

Another stepped forward, this one slow, cautious, there was a flickering memory, the vaguest notion that I had fought someone like this before… He disappeared in a cloud of smoke, then the child took over. Leaping up, he twisted my body, lashing a foot out to catch this sly opponent by surprise. As he fell, the child twisted me again, some sixth sense acted as a warning, and with a sigh of bitter disappointment my foot again slammed into an opponents face. The heavily customized biped panicked, firing everything it had. But even without my armor, it was no match.

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We faced him, I in the blue armor, and I knew, as I had known with the orange armor, that we were not ready. We were not ready to face this Beast, even without his armor, each assault was met with careful accuracy and cold execution.

We were not ready, he, my pilot knew, and still he charged, a sneak attack, aimed per the Beasts distraction. His results lead to bitter disappointment, mine, a clawed foot to the face. Now I was angry, this Beast had no right to barge in on our battle, had no right (though it was provoked) to attack.

Our two legged friend panicked (as she often did) firing everything she had at it but the beast only dodged, giving the Gun sniper a well aimed tail slap as a reward.

"I've seen that move before…"

What was he going on about? Did he actually know this pilot?

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Obliteration.

We would destroy him.

I was ready to do it.

I wanted to, and so did he, but that voice, that woman, she called him off, and the child, he obeyed. By his direction, I turned and fled. Something, that a long time ago, even upon eminent death, was inconceivable. This new pilot, this child, he was different, there was something in him that I had never seen before…

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I know him, I do not know how and I do not know why, but I know him. At first the feeling was distant, fleeting, but I know. Knowledge stemmed from a vague shaded memory of absolute knowing.

We will fight, we must fight, it is as simple and forthright as the rise and fall of the sun.

He knows, my pilot, as I do, it is a fate that has carried us forward all our lives, and it is something I know in the end, I may give my life for- something I must give it for.

The end is near, the final battle I since it. But when it comes, my pilot, and I know him well, he will not let me die, and so by his merciful nature, will not allow my opponent to die.

I am strong, I know that, and I sense him, he is near…

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The Green armor was strange, and as my pilot said, slow. He went down hard and heavy, and if it hadn't been for his companion, I would have ended it, I would have destroyed him.

But still…

The fox went down, it wasn't easy, it wasn't without a fight, and it wasn't without cost. But I was the superior. I was the victor. I turned, foot locks clamping deep into the dry earth, tail fans opening in preparation for a high heat discharge. Particles collecting, condensing, I aimed for the transport…

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We had fought once before, but the feeling of it was somehow different, he was different.

The green armor, with all its power, was no match for him. I knew this even before the first shot was fired, but my pilot, his confidence was great, and so I trusted him. The green armor was strong, but it came with a terrible price, I struggled to move, but to no avail.

He charged.

I fell.

There was no choice, there was nothing else I could do, I had to protect him.

I jettisoned my armor.

Defenseless, but not alone, I ran for the transport, hoping, praying my dark friend could hold him off for at least a few more moments.
There was but one thing left to fight him with.

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This was it.

I could feel it, there would be no other fights, no more battles. This was it, this was the end, a testament of the ability to survive, only one of us would walk away from this, only one would last to the very end. He was strong, he had evolved, his range of armors proved that, but I will not give in. With this last victory I will prove, to him, to my pilot, to the very world, I have my place.

A thick raging wave of light, of devastation, pure annihilation, streaked towards the transport.

I cannot afford to loose.

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Something outside the transport was happening, I could hear them, their terrified cries. And then I felt it, something I had never felt before.

It came from him, my pilot; thick, darkening, all consuming…

Fear!

Fear for his friends, fear for myself, and strangely, fear for my opponents pilot. The launch bay door opened, and the moment of fear passed, replaced by sheer determination.

We would win this, we had to.

I cleared the transport into a world of smoke, dust, and debris.

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Suddenly he was there, a charge so swift, so unexpected, neither myself nor my pilot had time to react. That simple lapse in judgment cost me most my facial armor. I turned, only to again meet his claws, as fangs sank into my neck. Shifting, I held his bulk beneath me for a moment before he managed to wriggle free.

I chased him as he ran.

We had faced each other many times in the past, for now his body, as mine, is different… But he does not remember, not as I do. His first body was weak and though it was revived, it was destroyed again, and only by the sentimentality of his pilot does he exist. The Fool.

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My claws shredded through his facial armor.

I twisted, rebounding into another attack, latching with tooth and claw onto his neck., pulling and twisting, trying to pin him. We struggled for a few moments before I dashed off towards the giant wreck.

Landing on a deserted area, I twisted in waiting. "WHERE ARE YOU!"

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I didn't follow his path directly, instead made my way up within the chassis of the dead Zoid. It didn't take much to hear his outburst, "WHERE ARE YOU!"

Even though he couldn't possibly hear, I responded, "Here…"

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The very ground beneath my paws suddenly gave way. A glowing claw drilling up from the darkness, threatening to take my head. I backed off, only to charge again. He rose up to meet me, and we collided.

Glowing, screeching metal, each seeking to rend the other limb from limb.

There was a moment, a distant flickering thought.

I was going to loose.

It was there, but before it could grow fully into an undesirable reality, the claw beneath my own gave way, shattering into a million pieces.

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I had him.

For a brief, undeniable moment, victory was well within my grasp. I could sense it, feel his growing doubt, so I pushed, pushed my body further, harder.

I could taste it, his death.

But my victory, my glory, vanished in an instant.

I had pushed my body hard, too hard, so much that it finally, after so much abuse, snapped.

Nimble, he leaped clear of the carnage, as I fell.

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He was down, but I knew that this was not the end. No, there was too much fight in him from the beginning for him to fall so easily.

Then he rose, slowly, unsteadily. Foot locks, slamming once more, down onto the ground beneath him. I dodged his cannon fire, but there was something strange in his actions now. The blast continued, un-checked, un-coordinated; his pilot no longer had full control.

My pilot knew what had to be done, yet still he hesitated. It was obvious now that the beast's pilot had no control, that what we faced now was nothing more than a savage machine with an unbelievable amount of rage. The beast stood before us, waiting, some silent agreement, forged from the heat of battle, between us said that he would not move before I.

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My pilot, he was silent, he wasn't there. Was he…

Rage. Pure, blinding, un-focused. I fired randomly annihilating anything in my path. This was now more than a history of mindless fighting, I wanted to destroy him in retribution for my pilot…

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My pilot was mumbling something. Something about the approach, combat, and strength of will. I don't quite understand the meaning of his words, but the conviction behind them made me stop and listen. Not to what he was saying, but to what he is feeling. His strength and courage.

He is preparing to fire again, but I am calm, ready.

Now there is no fear.

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WE were born for this, he and I, for this moment, this battle. Over a hundred years, and thousands of battles in preparation, everything moving towards this place. This would be our final battle for in the end one of us would die.

He charged, I fired.

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I trust him, my pilot. I trust him with my life, with my strength, and with the knowledge that he will do what is right. Just as he trusts me, that I will do all that I can to protect him, even if it means sacrificing my body- everything that I am.

It is on the back of a megalith being that two figures dance, so much like ticks on the body of some dead creature. They struggle back and fourth, each searching for a destiny intended only for them. Each fighting for a cause known only to themselves. Though titanic in their own right, they are no more than insects in the face of something far greater…

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Zoids don't die, not really.

They change, reshape, become something more…

I knew I could win, but at what cost? I, my body, would survive. But the question was if my pilot, if he wasn't already dead, live though this?

I stopped his charge. At a price.

He caught my throat, the exposed and delicate wires within threatened by glowing claws. I tore into the arm holding me, scrabbling and ripping into the armor beneath, desperate… This fight was no longer solely about me, it was now for him, my pilot.

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I struggled with his weight, nearly bent back over as he tore into my armor. Just a little more, just a little…

He went limp, an explosion from the top of his head an explanation as to why. His pilot jettisoned. A vicious cycle that ended here and now.

Memories, distant, grainy… further back than anything else I remember.

Another life…

Another body…

Another Pilot…

They vanish as soon as they came, It no longer matters, I am here, as is my pilot, that's all I care about now.

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I push forward, he pushes back.

I urged him, my pilot, begged and pleaded for him to wake. I knew that even if we lost this battle he would not abandon me. I knew, that since the time of my first pilot, I wanted this boy to live, I wanted to reclaim that purpose of companionship.

But more that anything else, I didn't want to be alone again…

For a split second, I felt him. All that he was, I was.

I let go.

I felt him leave, with the deep promise to return.

I let go.

Falling back in defeat of a worthy opponent. One day he would return, and on that day we would fight. But now, now I was complete, I have my pilot, and with the promise of his return, I am… happy.

I let go, falling endlessly into the darkness of bliss…

Two beings, bound by destiny, or fate, or by the twisted mercilessness of the cosmos, fight until one can no longer rise. It has been so since the moment of their creation, and so will go on until one or the other ceases to exist…

AN:

Twelve in the morning posting this… sorry for any grammar errors… can't really see straight anymore.
PS. I'm kinda outa ideas now... suggestions anyone?

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