Post by Deadborder on Feb 24, 2004 4:53:23 GMT -5
[FishNote: This is going to be an ongoing, sporadically updated series, featuring my various custom Zoids. Or not. I guess it depends on how inspired I get.]
Karaq Wastes
Central Continent
ZAC 2106
The Dark Spiner turned to face its foe, rearing back and snarling. Before it could strike, however, a searing energy beam tore through its head, tearing the cockpit and pilot within apart. The huge Zoid staggered on its feet and then collapsed lifelessly to one side.
Opening her Darkhorn’s cockpit, Ashleigh Thorne stood and looked over her downed opponent. Taking off her helmet and shaking out her long, braided red hair, she grinned and sAfrican Americaned to herself. The Dark Spiner’s pilot had been a fool she thought. Young, cocky and overconfident, he’d never thought that an older Zoid like her Darkhorn could overcome his machine in single combat.
Fool. Even someone like him should have been able to see that her machine was no ordinary Darkhorn. An imperial Hyperbeam Cannon, the same weapon used on the accursed Prozen Knight’s version of the Iron Kong was mounted on the back, combined with the normal Beam Gattling Cannon. That weapon gave her ‘obsolete’ machine enough firepower to take out most Zoids single-handedly.
She looked back over the Dark Zoid’s body. The Spiner didn’t seem to have done much beyond scoring the armour. Easily reparable, she thought. As she turned looked, one thing caught her eye, however. The green shield and black dragon crest emblazoned on the Darkhorn’s neck shield, the true symbol of the Guylos Empire. The symbol of all she fought for.
damn Neo-Zenebas, she thought. Once, they had been a part of the Guylos Empire. Then their forces, many of them amongst the Empire’s finest, had risen up in open rebellion and attacked the Guylos capital. Drained from constant war with the Hellic republic, the Guylos forces had been unable to resist them. She’d watched as the Guylos capital, her home, had been destroyed by the vengeful Zenebas forces during that one night.
Now was the time for her revenge.
Tall, attractive, red-haired and green-eyed, she didn’t look the part of a Zoid pilot. However, like her family for several previous generations, she was a warrior in the service of the Guylos empire. Even though the Empire had supposedly been defeated (rumors of the Emperor having fled to the Eastern Continent and marshalling his troops there notwithstanding) she had vowed to fight on.
A beeping from the communicator caught her attention. Returning to the cockpit, she checked the signal. No message, just an automated distress signal. A part of her wanted to ignore it. After all, the Hellic republic had been the empire’s enemies, and were just as responsible for the Empire’s destruction.
On the other hand, if they were under attack, then it would be by Neo-Zenebas forces. It was another opportunity to strike at their forces and make them pay for what they did. She sealed the Darkhorn’s cockpit and opened up the throttle. Now was her chance.
And of any of the Hellic forces survived, well, it was just a bonus.
Karaq Wastes
Central Continent
ZAC 2106
The Dark Spiner turned to face its foe, rearing back and snarling. Before it could strike, however, a searing energy beam tore through its head, tearing the cockpit and pilot within apart. The huge Zoid staggered on its feet and then collapsed lifelessly to one side.
Opening her Darkhorn’s cockpit, Ashleigh Thorne stood and looked over her downed opponent. Taking off her helmet and shaking out her long, braided red hair, she grinned and sAfrican Americaned to herself. The Dark Spiner’s pilot had been a fool she thought. Young, cocky and overconfident, he’d never thought that an older Zoid like her Darkhorn could overcome his machine in single combat.
Fool. Even someone like him should have been able to see that her machine was no ordinary Darkhorn. An imperial Hyperbeam Cannon, the same weapon used on the accursed Prozen Knight’s version of the Iron Kong was mounted on the back, combined with the normal Beam Gattling Cannon. That weapon gave her ‘obsolete’ machine enough firepower to take out most Zoids single-handedly.
She looked back over the Dark Zoid’s body. The Spiner didn’t seem to have done much beyond scoring the armour. Easily reparable, she thought. As she turned looked, one thing caught her eye, however. The green shield and black dragon crest emblazoned on the Darkhorn’s neck shield, the true symbol of the Guylos Empire. The symbol of all she fought for.
damn Neo-Zenebas, she thought. Once, they had been a part of the Guylos Empire. Then their forces, many of them amongst the Empire’s finest, had risen up in open rebellion and attacked the Guylos capital. Drained from constant war with the Hellic republic, the Guylos forces had been unable to resist them. She’d watched as the Guylos capital, her home, had been destroyed by the vengeful Zenebas forces during that one night.
Now was the time for her revenge.
Tall, attractive, red-haired and green-eyed, she didn’t look the part of a Zoid pilot. However, like her family for several previous generations, she was a warrior in the service of the Guylos empire. Even though the Empire had supposedly been defeated (rumors of the Emperor having fled to the Eastern Continent and marshalling his troops there notwithstanding) she had vowed to fight on.
A beeping from the communicator caught her attention. Returning to the cockpit, she checked the signal. No message, just an automated distress signal. A part of her wanted to ignore it. After all, the Hellic republic had been the empire’s enemies, and were just as responsible for the Empire’s destruction.
On the other hand, if they were under attack, then it would be by Neo-Zenebas forces. It was another opportunity to strike at their forces and make them pay for what they did. She sealed the Darkhorn’s cockpit and opened up the throttle. Now was her chance.
And of any of the Hellic forces survived, well, it was just a bonus.