Post by Panzer on Aug 13, 2004 7:34:46 GMT -5
My first fanfic, enjoy
The moon shone brightly down on the woods. Everything was usually quiet, except for the occasional hoot of an owl. But this night was not one where silence would take over.
The woods stood on the side of the Tagart Base, a military training center for new military recruits. The woods were often used for combat simulations, range, target practice and other military drills. Cadet James Smith was an avid Zoid pilot. He was the son of a retired Air Force member, Captain Christophe Smith. His father had piloted a Redler way back when James had been naught but a toddler. After serving in many battles, the pilot settled down with his family and lived off his earnings. But those memories were all in the past now.
James had inherited his father's aptitude for piloting a Zoid. Except he was more of a land pilot, rather than an airborne flyer like his father had been. And that night, young Cadet Smith would use his piloting ability to rank himself high in the drills. He followed the usual routine. He and 4 other pilots entered the woods, each in their own Zoid. Two of these pilots were his friends. Corporal Spencer Dubé was his roommate and a very good friend oh his. They had been through all their training together and Spencer's piloting abilities were nothing to be ashamed of. Private Stephanie Moniz was a childhood friend. She had always admired her dad, and wanted to become a Zoid pilot so he would be proud of her.
Spencer piloted a Shadow Fox. He was able to acquire one due to his rank. The higher your rank, the wider your Zoids selection. Stephanie piloted a Molga, equipped with a Long-Ranged Cannonry unit. Her father had bought her the cannon as a christmas present. And as for James, he piloted a Command Wolf, Urban Combat type. He always had been an artillery addict. He needed to be full of weapons to feel safe. Alongside the three stood two other Zoids: a Helcat and Demantis.
"I pity the recruit who has the Demantis, the poor fellow must not be a very good pilot"
James tried to contact them through radio:
"C-W to Mantis, over"
"Mantis to C-W, yes?"
"What's your name?"
"Sergeant States, and yours?"
James was baffled. He could not believe that a Sergeant would be the pilot of a Demantis!
"Cadet Smith."
"Good luck on your drills, get your scores up."
"Yes, sergeant."
James advanced farther into the woods, ready for the drills, still puzzled about the sergeant with a weak Zoid. But he would think about it later. Now, it was time for the drills. He knew the order off by heart. First, projectile dodging. Second, target practice. Third, sniping. Fourth, melee simulation. And last, but not least, combat simulation. The five Zoids went five seperate ways, each one for different levels. The first task was just up ahead.
He arrived in a small clearing. He knew all too well what would happend next. It had been the same for the last three times. He strained his hearing so he could hear the shells being fired. A quiet "BANG" was heard.
LEFT!
James pushes the Command Wolf to the left. He dodges the projectile with a natural grace.
Three more "BANGs".
LEFT! LEFT!DOWN!
Now it was starting to get interesting. A series of shots were heard.
RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT!
All of a sudden, Cdt Smith saw a flash of orange ahead of him. A shot had been fired, but it didn't follow his memorized sequence. Reacting quickly, he made his Zoid jump. Then, something made his Zoid fall on it's side. James noticed a little red flight flashing on his Zoid's status screen. It read: "Rear Left Leg Damaged, Leg Capacity reduced to 75%"
-Shoot, James said to himself. He hadn't seen it coming. He had been to cocky. He had to make sure it didn't happen again.
The Command Wolf rose, only to discover more projectiles firing at it. James was hasty at the controls and managed to dodge all of them. It was difficult, but he came through. A computer voice was heard in the midst, addressed to James:
"Cadet James Smith. 95% of all projectiles evaded. Success. Proceed to next destination"
Advancing the Command Wolf into a tree-filled section, he waited. He now knew to expect anything and was ready for the target practice drill. He advanced, and manned the Weapons Control System. He had an excellent aim, so this event so prove little challenge for him. But again, he reminded himself not to be too confident. A red and white circle appeared. The first target! Moving the controls left, he fired one shot at the target, and hit it bang on. And so, the second drill began.
To be continued...
Thoughts? Criticism? I think my grammar is okay.
The moon shone brightly down on the woods. Everything was usually quiet, except for the occasional hoot of an owl. But this night was not one where silence would take over.
The woods stood on the side of the Tagart Base, a military training center for new military recruits. The woods were often used for combat simulations, range, target practice and other military drills. Cadet James Smith was an avid Zoid pilot. He was the son of a retired Air Force member, Captain Christophe Smith. His father had piloted a Redler way back when James had been naught but a toddler. After serving in many battles, the pilot settled down with his family and lived off his earnings. But those memories were all in the past now.
James had inherited his father's aptitude for piloting a Zoid. Except he was more of a land pilot, rather than an airborne flyer like his father had been. And that night, young Cadet Smith would use his piloting ability to rank himself high in the drills. He followed the usual routine. He and 4 other pilots entered the woods, each in their own Zoid. Two of these pilots were his friends. Corporal Spencer Dubé was his roommate and a very good friend oh his. They had been through all their training together and Spencer's piloting abilities were nothing to be ashamed of. Private Stephanie Moniz was a childhood friend. She had always admired her dad, and wanted to become a Zoid pilot so he would be proud of her.
Spencer piloted a Shadow Fox. He was able to acquire one due to his rank. The higher your rank, the wider your Zoids selection. Stephanie piloted a Molga, equipped with a Long-Ranged Cannonry unit. Her father had bought her the cannon as a christmas present. And as for James, he piloted a Command Wolf, Urban Combat type. He always had been an artillery addict. He needed to be full of weapons to feel safe. Alongside the three stood two other Zoids: a Helcat and Demantis.
"I pity the recruit who has the Demantis, the poor fellow must not be a very good pilot"
James tried to contact them through radio:
"C-W to Mantis, over"
"Mantis to C-W, yes?"
"What's your name?"
"Sergeant States, and yours?"
James was baffled. He could not believe that a Sergeant would be the pilot of a Demantis!
"Cadet Smith."
"Good luck on your drills, get your scores up."
"Yes, sergeant."
James advanced farther into the woods, ready for the drills, still puzzled about the sergeant with a weak Zoid. But he would think about it later. Now, it was time for the drills. He knew the order off by heart. First, projectile dodging. Second, target practice. Third, sniping. Fourth, melee simulation. And last, but not least, combat simulation. The five Zoids went five seperate ways, each one for different levels. The first task was just up ahead.
He arrived in a small clearing. He knew all too well what would happend next. It had been the same for the last three times. He strained his hearing so he could hear the shells being fired. A quiet "BANG" was heard.
LEFT!
James pushes the Command Wolf to the left. He dodges the projectile with a natural grace.
Three more "BANGs".
LEFT! LEFT!DOWN!
Now it was starting to get interesting. A series of shots were heard.
RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT!
All of a sudden, Cdt Smith saw a flash of orange ahead of him. A shot had been fired, but it didn't follow his memorized sequence. Reacting quickly, he made his Zoid jump. Then, something made his Zoid fall on it's side. James noticed a little red flight flashing on his Zoid's status screen. It read: "Rear Left Leg Damaged, Leg Capacity reduced to 75%"
-Shoot, James said to himself. He hadn't seen it coming. He had been to cocky. He had to make sure it didn't happen again.
The Command Wolf rose, only to discover more projectiles firing at it. James was hasty at the controls and managed to dodge all of them. It was difficult, but he came through. A computer voice was heard in the midst, addressed to James:
"Cadet James Smith. 95% of all projectiles evaded. Success. Proceed to next destination"
Advancing the Command Wolf into a tree-filled section, he waited. He now knew to expect anything and was ready for the target practice drill. He advanced, and manned the Weapons Control System. He had an excellent aim, so this event so prove little challenge for him. But again, he reminded himself not to be too confident. A red and white circle appeared. The first target! Moving the controls left, he fired one shot at the target, and hit it bang on. And so, the second drill began.
To be continued...
Thoughts? Criticism? I think my grammar is okay.
