Post by tiny5th on May 22, 2004 12:12:06 GMT -5
should have finished this sooner and posted it before phenos, darn now its just going to be overshadowed by his.
Prologue
Imagine a planet, this planet goes by the name Zi, and in it there is a continent named Europa, and in the north there is a small town, and at the centre of it is a research centre for the Guylos empire in creating experimental Zoids and everyone is happy. I say everyone, but that wouldn’t be quite accurate, because one person, emperor Prozen is very, very angry, for after resurrecting the great death saurer he came to see how the research was doing, and the reason for his anger was that it was missing, and the scientist working on it had disappeared.
Chapter 1
October 15th ZAC-2099
It was a normal day in the desert, except for one thing, two people were fleeing, a scientist and a 15 year old platinum-haired boy. A sleeper was chasing them, its ancient AI program telling it to chase them, it didn’t know why, but it knew it had to.
As they fled they weaved in-between the rocks to try and evade it as its mechanical legs thudded along behind them in the sand. Whenever it met an obstacle, it didn’t need to go round it, it just raised its claws in front of its empty cockpit and smashed right through them, raining down rubble in its prey.
They reached a shallow cliff and leapt down, the platinum-haired boy landed in the hot sand, ‘‘surely it couldn’t climb down the cliff?’’ He was partially right, when the sleeper reached the edge of the cliff it stopped for a moment as if it were trying to think with its primitive program, it stepped backwards and then with a great lurch it leapt forwards. Time seemed to slow, he realised as this great mechanical beast soared over them, ‘‘this things not going to stop until it gets us, we can run all we like, but its not going to stop!’’ Then it landed, skidding round to face them and sending a flurry of sand everywhere.
The sleeper stood before them, its wide girth blocking their forward escape, and its claws encircling them, they were trapped. It raised its tail, prone to strike, and then it lunged forward its tail narrowly missing him and hitting the rock wall behind. As the sleeper drew back to strike again he realised, right before it struck it raised its claws, so as it lunged forward again he was ready, and he dived under the claw, he tuned back and saw that this time it had struck at his father, and he was pinned against the rock wall.
This sleeper, the Guysack, had plunged its tail mounted gun barrel right through his torso and into the wall. He ran away as fast as he could but as he looked over his shoulder he saw it hadn’t moved to pursue him, it was waiting for something, and he knew what. He would be coming, for Prozen wanted to collect the files personally to make sure none would get their hands on the research data.
His father had worked on it for the empire and when he realised what would happen if it were used in war he stole all of the research and fled. The Guysack didn’t know this but his father had taught him everything he knew, including what was contained in the files, the research on how to make a Zoid adaptable to combat situations, but he would know. The platinum-haired Lloyd Rache was never seen again.
there are probably errors in this so any help is greatfully recieved.
see if you can guess which zoid this fic is about.
Prologue
Imagine a planet, this planet goes by the name Zi, and in it there is a continent named Europa, and in the north there is a small town, and at the centre of it is a research centre for the Guylos empire in creating experimental Zoids and everyone is happy. I say everyone, but that wouldn’t be quite accurate, because one person, emperor Prozen is very, very angry, for after resurrecting the great death saurer he came to see how the research was doing, and the reason for his anger was that it was missing, and the scientist working on it had disappeared.
Chapter 1
October 15th ZAC-2099
It was a normal day in the desert, except for one thing, two people were fleeing, a scientist and a 15 year old platinum-haired boy. A sleeper was chasing them, its ancient AI program telling it to chase them, it didn’t know why, but it knew it had to.
As they fled they weaved in-between the rocks to try and evade it as its mechanical legs thudded along behind them in the sand. Whenever it met an obstacle, it didn’t need to go round it, it just raised its claws in front of its empty cockpit and smashed right through them, raining down rubble in its prey.
They reached a shallow cliff and leapt down, the platinum-haired boy landed in the hot sand, ‘‘surely it couldn’t climb down the cliff?’’ He was partially right, when the sleeper reached the edge of the cliff it stopped for a moment as if it were trying to think with its primitive program, it stepped backwards and then with a great lurch it leapt forwards. Time seemed to slow, he realised as this great mechanical beast soared over them, ‘‘this things not going to stop until it gets us, we can run all we like, but its not going to stop!’’ Then it landed, skidding round to face them and sending a flurry of sand everywhere.
The sleeper stood before them, its wide girth blocking their forward escape, and its claws encircling them, they were trapped. It raised its tail, prone to strike, and then it lunged forward its tail narrowly missing him and hitting the rock wall behind. As the sleeper drew back to strike again he realised, right before it struck it raised its claws, so as it lunged forward again he was ready, and he dived under the claw, he tuned back and saw that this time it had struck at his father, and he was pinned against the rock wall.
This sleeper, the Guysack, had plunged its tail mounted gun barrel right through his torso and into the wall. He ran away as fast as he could but as he looked over his shoulder he saw it hadn’t moved to pursue him, it was waiting for something, and he knew what. He would be coming, for Prozen wanted to collect the files personally to make sure none would get their hands on the research data.
His father had worked on it for the empire and when he realised what would happen if it were used in war he stole all of the research and fled. The Guysack didn’t know this but his father had taught him everything he knew, including what was contained in the files, the research on how to make a Zoid adaptable to combat situations, but he would know. The platinum-haired Lloyd Rache was never seen again.
there are probably errors in this so any help is greatfully recieved.
see if you can guess which zoid this fic is about.
