Post by Yankee on Oct 27, 2013 1:43:34 GMT -5
So lately, I felt inspired and decided to try my hand at a bit of writing. Having never written anything but college history and politics essays I'll give fiction my best shot. I only have so much free time(or creative juices) so I'll issue new parts as I can, maybe even the occasional full chapter.
I'm setting it in a unique situation: Planet Earth unknown time in the future(for now), I plan to keep the names of the states from the zoids world(Guylos Empire, Helic Republic, and maybe the Zenebas Empire. So some zoids may appear or be excluded as does not fit the established timelines and such(just makes it easier to write new from straight mind power). However the larger world is less important to the story, as it focuses on the zoid pilots themselves. Hopefully you enjoy.
ZOIDS: THE GREAT WAR
CHAPTER 1: Black Thunder
PART ONE
The clock read 2357. The soft green glow from the display screen matched the general aura of color inside the cockpit. His hands rested gently on the main controls. The seat was comfortable, despite the plethora of straps which held Captain Benjamin Wyrick securely in place. For the fifth time, Captain Wyrick used his right hand to open his orders on the cockpit’s heads-up display. He read them again, despite having nearly committed them to memory already.
He glanced back at the clock: 2359. Less than a minute remained. He moved his left thumb up a half inch and pressed the radio transmission button.
“Flash One to all units, final preparation check.”
In a perfectly timed cascade, all his pilots checked in:
“Flash Two: Green Status, Flash Three: Green Status, Flash Four: Green Status, Flash Five: Green Status.”
The clock changed to 0000. Time to go thought Captain Wyrick.
“Flash One to all units, execute Operation Black Thunder.”
Slowly his hands pushed the throttles forward, beneath him his zoid began to move. Smooth he thought, always smooth, better than the Zaber Fangs ever were. Faster and faster, the acceleration pushed the Captain further and further into his seat. All the cockpit readouts were good, no problems thus far. That’s the one limiting factor of the Lightning Saix, it always feels like a roll of the dice at max power, one day it’s flawless: the next, the combat system freezes, or a capacitor blows, or a joint, or so many other things. He put his thoughts aside, it was time to focus: the fifty miles to the target would go quick.
100 m/h, 110, 120, 140, 160, his eyes constantly scanned the ground speed indicator, along with the status panel, and the outside view. In front of him the desert was rough and rocky, the night blacker than they could have hoped for. You’d never know how uneven it was out there based on the ride in here, so smooth. His eyes flitted back: 200 m/h, top speed. Calmly, his right hand left the main control and pulled the lever for the stabilizers, a green light appeared on the status panel indicating the stabilizers were out and locked. The clock read 0005. Suddenly, a voice filled his cockpit:
“Flash One, this is Flash Three. Uh Captain, I’m getting a heat alert for my Saix’s right hand forward main joint”
Damnit. “Flash Three, this is Flash One, slow to 75%, return to staging point.”
“Roger Captain, see you there.”
One down, now we’ll be at an even larger disadvantage.
The minutes seemed to drain by. No Helic intercept yet, so far so good.
0012, roughly three minutes to go.
“All units spread to final attack formation.”
Within seconds, his radar indicated the other 3 Lightning Saixes were spread out to his right, each one 100 yards from the next. Close, maybe too close.
DEEEET, DEEEET, DEEET. At the noise his eyes locked to the radar screen, quickly red dots seemed to breed on his display, five, ten, twenty… Then he saw them: the Helic primary fire support line for this sector: Cannon Tortises, Gustavs, and spread amongst them, the primary targets: five Gojulas MKII units. Someone will have to take two…
“Flash One to all units, clear to attack”
“Do or Die” came the reply from the voice that was Flash Two. Captain Wyrick knew that that was his old unit’s motto. More like do and die this time. This mission is suicidal by nature. Too late to stop now though.
Captain Wyrick ripped the throttle controls backwards, sliding his Saix to a hard stop. The cockpit straps dug into his chest, shoulders and stomach. The Captain grunted. 0016. Like an extension of his body, the Captiain quickly and efficiently worked the controls, retracting the stabilizers and bringing his twin Pulse Laser Rifles to bear. He toggled a zoom on the targeting HUD, then another zoom and one more after that. There it is. His target was the backside of the Gojulas’s right leg. The idea was to cripple the leg enough to prevent it from holding the Gojulas’s weight, forcing it to topple. Once the main forces came up, they could disable the zoid for good.
Time seemed to slow as Captain Benjamin Wyrick centered his sites and squeezed the triggers. He felt the Saix shudder as the rifles fired.
I'm setting it in a unique situation: Planet Earth unknown time in the future(for now), I plan to keep the names of the states from the zoids world(Guylos Empire, Helic Republic, and maybe the Zenebas Empire. So some zoids may appear or be excluded as does not fit the established timelines and such(just makes it easier to write new from straight mind power). However the larger world is less important to the story, as it focuses on the zoid pilots themselves. Hopefully you enjoy.
ZOIDS: THE GREAT WAR
CHAPTER 1: Black Thunder
PART ONE
The clock read 2357. The soft green glow from the display screen matched the general aura of color inside the cockpit. His hands rested gently on the main controls. The seat was comfortable, despite the plethora of straps which held Captain Benjamin Wyrick securely in place. For the fifth time, Captain Wyrick used his right hand to open his orders on the cockpit’s heads-up display. He read them again, despite having nearly committed them to memory already.
He glanced back at the clock: 2359. Less than a minute remained. He moved his left thumb up a half inch and pressed the radio transmission button.
“Flash One to all units, final preparation check.”
In a perfectly timed cascade, all his pilots checked in:
“Flash Two: Green Status, Flash Three: Green Status, Flash Four: Green Status, Flash Five: Green Status.”
The clock changed to 0000. Time to go thought Captain Wyrick.
“Flash One to all units, execute Operation Black Thunder.”
Slowly his hands pushed the throttles forward, beneath him his zoid began to move. Smooth he thought, always smooth, better than the Zaber Fangs ever were. Faster and faster, the acceleration pushed the Captain further and further into his seat. All the cockpit readouts were good, no problems thus far. That’s the one limiting factor of the Lightning Saix, it always feels like a roll of the dice at max power, one day it’s flawless: the next, the combat system freezes, or a capacitor blows, or a joint, or so many other things. He put his thoughts aside, it was time to focus: the fifty miles to the target would go quick.
100 m/h, 110, 120, 140, 160, his eyes constantly scanned the ground speed indicator, along with the status panel, and the outside view. In front of him the desert was rough and rocky, the night blacker than they could have hoped for. You’d never know how uneven it was out there based on the ride in here, so smooth. His eyes flitted back: 200 m/h, top speed. Calmly, his right hand left the main control and pulled the lever for the stabilizers, a green light appeared on the status panel indicating the stabilizers were out and locked. The clock read 0005. Suddenly, a voice filled his cockpit:
“Flash One, this is Flash Three. Uh Captain, I’m getting a heat alert for my Saix’s right hand forward main joint”
Damnit. “Flash Three, this is Flash One, slow to 75%, return to staging point.”
“Roger Captain, see you there.”
One down, now we’ll be at an even larger disadvantage.
The minutes seemed to drain by. No Helic intercept yet, so far so good.
0012, roughly three minutes to go.
“All units spread to final attack formation.”
Within seconds, his radar indicated the other 3 Lightning Saixes were spread out to his right, each one 100 yards from the next. Close, maybe too close.
DEEEET, DEEEET, DEEET. At the noise his eyes locked to the radar screen, quickly red dots seemed to breed on his display, five, ten, twenty… Then he saw them: the Helic primary fire support line for this sector: Cannon Tortises, Gustavs, and spread amongst them, the primary targets: five Gojulas MKII units. Someone will have to take two…
“Flash One to all units, clear to attack”
“Do or Die” came the reply from the voice that was Flash Two. Captain Wyrick knew that that was his old unit’s motto. More like do and die this time. This mission is suicidal by nature. Too late to stop now though.
Captain Wyrick ripped the throttle controls backwards, sliding his Saix to a hard stop. The cockpit straps dug into his chest, shoulders and stomach. The Captain grunted. 0016. Like an extension of his body, the Captiain quickly and efficiently worked the controls, retracting the stabilizers and bringing his twin Pulse Laser Rifles to bear. He toggled a zoom on the targeting HUD, then another zoom and one more after that. There it is. His target was the backside of the Gojulas’s right leg. The idea was to cripple the leg enough to prevent it from holding the Gojulas’s weight, forcing it to topple. Once the main forces came up, they could disable the zoid for good.
Time seemed to slow as Captain Benjamin Wyrick centered his sites and squeezed the triggers. He felt the Saix shudder as the rifles fired.
