Post by adamassc on Nov 18, 2005 16:02:55 GMT -5
I've been working on this fic for some time. It's still unfunished and I'm really not sure about posting it incomplete. After much deciding I came to the conclusion: Eh, might as well.
Know this. I do not own Zoids I have never owned zoids. And unless that girl in Minnesota has some connections to Tomy, I doubt I ever will own Zoids.
During the war between the empire and the Helic republic, the children of especially influential families to the empire's cause were usually promoted to officers with no experience or knowledge of their duties. The information about these practices was kept tightly guarded. Most people believed that being an officer in the Imperial army was a sign of great intelligence and leadership. Among these people was Demitrius Shadoce, the son of one of the royal family's closest friends.
On the first day of his enlistment, he was excited. Demitrius had always hated how families with wealth were called nobles. To him, a noble person was someone who had achieved power through hard work and respect for his comrades, not someone who could buy and sell power and respect with money. This was his chance to gain true nobility and respect, because of his service record, not his surname.
“This is it, the first day of my life as a free man, not bound to a family name.” As he approached the main office, the idea occurred that he may still receive special treatment, so he decided to make a change. He wouldn't use his real name, but an abbreviation he preferred from his youth. From this point on, he would go by Demitri. Demitri Shade.
Before he reached the office, a young woman stopped him. “Excuse me, are you one of the new recruits?”
Demitri nodded. “Yes Ma'am, my name is Demitri Shade, a pleasure to meet you.” Demitri saluted.
The woman eyed him carefully. “Very well, my name is Colonel Altilia Dressnad. Follow me recruit.” Altilia led him to the barracks. “This is where you'll be staying. As a pilot trainee, don't expect too much rest. Next, I'll show you to the classrooms where you'll start your training immediately.” Demitri nodded and followed, entering the room and taking the first vacant seat he found. The lecture was on basic zoid operations, using Saber Tiger data as the example. Demitri spent the rest of the day moving from lecture to lecture, learning how to operate the basic controls of a quadruped-type zoid and how to conduct minor repairs.
Demitri managed to slip by unnoticed for roughly a month, even being granted pilot status, before his family decided to check in on him and learn of his progress. Because of his false name, the base had no records to show the Shadoce family upon their arrival.
“Please, we know our son came here. Why wouldn't your records show him?”
The officer behind the desk simply shrugged. “I'm sorry miss, but there's no Demitrius Shadoce anywhere in our files. I've searched everything and the only soldier close to that name is Demitri Shade, one of our most promising pilot trainees.”
The older woman was slightly stunned. “Demitri Shade? That was what Demitrius went by when he was little! Twenty-three years old and he still refuses to use his real name. Alright, Soldier, Demitri Shade is our son Demitrius. Treat him with the proper respect for a Shadoce, but don't let him know we've figured out his little game."
The soldier stationed behind the desk nodded. “Yes ma'am. Understood.”
Know this. I do not own Zoids I have never owned zoids. And unless that girl in Minnesota has some connections to Tomy, I doubt I ever will own Zoids.
During the war between the empire and the Helic republic, the children of especially influential families to the empire's cause were usually promoted to officers with no experience or knowledge of their duties. The information about these practices was kept tightly guarded. Most people believed that being an officer in the Imperial army was a sign of great intelligence and leadership. Among these people was Demitrius Shadoce, the son of one of the royal family's closest friends.
On the first day of his enlistment, he was excited. Demitrius had always hated how families with wealth were called nobles. To him, a noble person was someone who had achieved power through hard work and respect for his comrades, not someone who could buy and sell power and respect with money. This was his chance to gain true nobility and respect, because of his service record, not his surname.
“This is it, the first day of my life as a free man, not bound to a family name.” As he approached the main office, the idea occurred that he may still receive special treatment, so he decided to make a change. He wouldn't use his real name, but an abbreviation he preferred from his youth. From this point on, he would go by Demitri. Demitri Shade.
Before he reached the office, a young woman stopped him. “Excuse me, are you one of the new recruits?”
Demitri nodded. “Yes Ma'am, my name is Demitri Shade, a pleasure to meet you.” Demitri saluted.
The woman eyed him carefully. “Very well, my name is Colonel Altilia Dressnad. Follow me recruit.” Altilia led him to the barracks. “This is where you'll be staying. As a pilot trainee, don't expect too much rest. Next, I'll show you to the classrooms where you'll start your training immediately.” Demitri nodded and followed, entering the room and taking the first vacant seat he found. The lecture was on basic zoid operations, using Saber Tiger data as the example. Demitri spent the rest of the day moving from lecture to lecture, learning how to operate the basic controls of a quadruped-type zoid and how to conduct minor repairs.
Demitri managed to slip by unnoticed for roughly a month, even being granted pilot status, before his family decided to check in on him and learn of his progress. Because of his false name, the base had no records to show the Shadoce family upon their arrival.
“Please, we know our son came here. Why wouldn't your records show him?”
The officer behind the desk simply shrugged. “I'm sorry miss, but there's no Demitrius Shadoce anywhere in our files. I've searched everything and the only soldier close to that name is Demitri Shade, one of our most promising pilot trainees.”
The older woman was slightly stunned. “Demitri Shade? That was what Demitrius went by when he was little! Twenty-three years old and he still refuses to use his real name. Alright, Soldier, Demitri Shade is our son Demitrius. Treat him with the proper respect for a Shadoce, but don't let him know we've figured out his little game."
The soldier stationed behind the desk nodded. “Yes ma'am. Understood.”
That's how I'd write it.
