Post by pacwolf on Nov 22, 2005 22:25:19 GMT -5
Heh, guess I don't even know my own story. I said there are 9 chapters, well, here are 6 & 7, the final two. These chapters are the final battle, the big wammy. A lot of people don't like the concept of Indestructible Zoids, but I think I did a pretty good job shaking them around. They aren't totally indestructable, honest. Enjoy. And write me some reviews!
Chapter 6 - Ebb & Flow
What had I done?
Better yet, what had I been doing?
In just the last week, I had re-allied myself with a woman who had betrayed us all years ago. Then soon after, I trusted our lives to information from a madman who had always professed hatred to us, and had tried to kill us! To top it all off, amidst the passionate protest of my friends, I allied us to a butcher of thousands of helpless people. Had I gone absolutely wacko?
Were we really that desperate?
All our new allies said we were.
The PAC-Wolves, all packing their new shield units, stood in slumped, lifeless stances behind the hangar’s front door. The base’s human workers were either asleep for the night or knocked out in the back of the hangar. We—the Castaways of the Republic—had moved the Command Wolves into a better launch position for the Stone Dragon’s arrival.
I sat in PAC-1 and worked its controls, gently feeling for any bumps or weaknesses. There was a light thump when it was pushed up high. That probably meant its head had been rammed into something back in the days before it was “gifted” with plasma armor. Maybe an Iron Kong had punched it, like my old Orion Wolf? I wonder what the story was. What battles had this Zoid survived?
I knew everything about the first PAC-1—it was brand new—but this one, this one would always be a mystery. Not having cup holders didn’t bother me so much anymore.
The side access door opened and Kavid walked in, very tan and caked with sand. He was carrying a heavy rifle and large binoculars. I opened my Zoid’s cockpit window. “What’s the word, Lieutenant Deen?”
“Mobilize.”
My cyberphonic implants rang from the clanging of the front gate, but I had to focus on the job at hand. There was a small wad of dust tumbling its way towards the outpost, and we had to intercept it, no matter the cost.
Sifen popped up on my HUD-Comm. “I recommend the Emerald Scorpion attack, sir.”
I smiled. “You just want to try out your new shields. That’s a good idea, but we need to stick to our strongest asset: our stealth. As soon as we see this thing, we’ll go with the Whispering Grenade assault. The second one of us loses cloak, we switch to Emerald Scorpion.”
Kavid joined the comm. “ReMember the rule on Turkey Shoot: Not till the last second.”
I frowned. “We all know the rules, Lieutenant.”
Mansod called in, excited. “It’s at the canyon edge, sir!”
“Cloaks on! Good luck!”
The Pac-Wolves flickered out of view as the dust ball rolled along the edge of the cliff. As the PAC-Wolves invisibly ran down to the base of the canyon, our target came into view.
For no apparent reason, the running Zoid came to a stop, and the trail of dust engulfed it. As the cloud of dirt cleared from around the Liger, its appearance finally became clear. The main body was silver, and it carried massive sand-colored armor plating and black weaponry.
Kavid and Sifen both popped up on my Zoid’s HUD.
“What’s that thing doing? Showing itself off?” asked Kavid.
“It’s head is indeed that of a Liger Zero-X,” said Sifen, “But with a massive sword attached to its forehead. The armor plates carried on its legs’ shoulder joints are larger and thicker than a Panzer’s. However, the rest of the legs only hold standard Liger Zero armor.”
“Probably to keep the wait down.” I guessed. It obviously already weighed far more than a Liger Zero Panzer.
Kavid did a little analyzing. “The weapons are all customized. I’ve never seen those front leg Vulcan cannons before, though. They’re new. The energy readings from their ammunition is incredible. They’ll do five times the damage that a Killer Spiner’s cannons will do if they hit you. Also, those big blades attached to the cannons give the Dragon almost Blade Liger-like abilities. The similar blades attached to the tail must be in case he misses.”
Sifen continued: “The back armor plates carry large, multiple-shot missile launchers. The launchers can release sixteen computer-targeting rockets into the air at a time. Once they’re fired, they don’t stop chasing you until they hit you.”
I did a little analysis myself. “That turreted laser cannon up on the Liger’s back carries enough firepower to incinerate any small Zoid in one shot. All those extra zappers and missiles attached to the cannon don’t read as anything special, but I’d be careful about them, anyway.”
Sifen finished the scan. “The missile launchers on the rear legs are actually modified rocket boosters, which the Zoid apparently needs just to get around.”
I couldn’t say that the Stone Dragon was the most grossly over-armed Zoid I’d ever seen—that award still goes to the Death Sniper.
But it was the scariest.
As the bulky Liger sat upon the cliff’s edge, sinking into the rock, a falling stone hit PAC-1. Inspiration hit me.
“PAC-Wolves,” I screamed, “Destroy the cliff’s edge!”
What I enjoyed most about my team was that we were so finely tuned that instead of asking why, they just fired.
And fired and fired and fired.
Rock and dust was sent spiraling through the air as the cannon blasts shattered the millenniums-old canyon wall It was a terrible price to pay, but when the Stone Dragon was sent tumbling 800-meters straight down in a coffin of boulders, only to smash upon the jagged rock ravine floor, I felt proud.
“Yes!” cheered Mansod. PAC-4 de-cloaked and went trotting towards the crash point.
“Mansod!” barked Sifen, “You were not ordered to de-cloak! Re-activate and pull back now!”
“Someone has to check it out. Besides, no Zoid could have survived that fall.”
“Dammit, Private! Get back here, now!”
In a sickening déjà vu of our last battle at Mt. Hoploy, the boulders exploded in front of PAC-4, and the Stone Dragon leapt from the rubble. It quickly aimed its starboard Vulcan cannon at Mansod’s Command Wolf and opened fire. PAC-4 was sent hurtling into the canyon wall, pinned by the never-ending stream of rage pouring from the Liger. The Liger’s turret warmed up and began a barrage of energy shells into PAC-4’s side.
“Wake up, Jeremy!” screamed Kavid.
I had forgotten where I was again. I needed to start reMembering that I was at war. All the new weapons of late were amazing me too much.
PAC-1 dropped its cloak and activated its new shield. The orange hexagon flickered into view in front of the Command Wolf, giving the Zoid a front-heavy appearance.
I ran towards Mansod as quickly as possible and slid PAC-1 in between the SD and PAC-4. The shield held for about three seconds before it exploded, knocking PAC-1 back towards PAC-4.
Before the Dragon could continue its fire, I had one more order to make: “Whispering Grenade! Go!”
PAC-3 waved into view right at the side of the Stone Dragon with its missile launchers open. It launched every missile it had into the starboard side, then fired its thrusters and ran off. PAC-2 flickered into view in the middle of a sideways slide across the hard rock floor. It stopped directly in front of the Liger and hurled repeated blasts into the roaring Zoids’ mouth.
In unison, every PAC-Wolf, save PAC-4, activated its cloaking shield and disappeared. The Stone Dragon, now smoking heavily from its side and mouth, spun around and began running out of the canyon.
At full speed, PAC-2 and PAC-3 flickered into view running directly at the Stone Dragon’s sides. Sifen and Kavid powered up their shields and sandwich-slammed the Liger from both sides. The Zoid belly-flopped and skid across the ground while the Command Wolves tumbled awkwardly with their shields still on.
From a safer distance, I dropped PAC-1’s shield, locked target on the tan and silver Liger and began shooting as fast as I could pull the trigger. Most of the shots just ricocheted, but there were a few small explosions. After they had regained their wits from the clumsy Emerald Scorpion attack, Kavid and Sifen joined in my barrage of the fallen Liger.
“Enough!” barked a fatigued, yet powerful voice over the comm..
The Stone Dragon’s turret began firing crackling shells of energy in quick succession in multiple directions.
Sifen and Kavid re-activated their shields, which proved strong enough to resist the turret’s raining of shells—barely. I moved in closer as the SD stood back up and re-positioned itself.
Now that two PAC-wolves could no longer fire their weapons, the Liger switched its turret fire to PAC-1, and opened a missile attack on PAC-3.
PAC-2 got the worst.
Both Vulcan cannons fired on Kavid’s Zoid, sending a river of energy shells that tore through his shield like it was paper. The Command Wolf was slammed into the hard rock cliff-side much like PAC-4 had been. The Stone Dragon walked towards it, suppressing Sifen and I with its omni-directional assault.
The rock was torn apart as PAC-2 was forcefully battered into it. Missiles mounted on the main turret joined in the drilling of PAC-2, and when they hit, something happened that nobody expected:
PAC-2’s heavy weapons turret broke off!
“Dammit!” I screamed in panic. “Sifen! Turkey Shoot! Now!”
Amidst a hailing of some of the deadliest weaponry we had ever seen, Sifen and I abandoned our friends and scampered like frightened puppies out of the dry river bed.
The Stone Dragon continued to target us, and the last bolts and missiles flipped us and rolled our Zoids--but they didn’t stop us. Eventually we cleared the canyon and ran across the sand dunes towards ISSO.
Before we could get far, we were stopped by a nightmare image.
PAC-2 sailed over the top of us in a flaming rage and crashed to the ground, blocking our path.
My velocity was so great that I had no choice but to crash into Kavid’s massacred Zoid. Sifen, thankfully, was able to veer off.
PAC-1 pulled off of PAC-2’s carcass, and I could see breaks and holes in the plasma armor plates. Body parts were busted off, and all of its weapons were gone. Worst of all, the cockpit was shattered--Kavid was missing.
“No!” I cried as I jerked PAC-1’s controls. I figure if they weren’t plasma armor, they would have broken. As PAC-1 jumped around, I saw the Dragon growing larger as it approached with its thrusters on, giving it a fiery background.
I opened fire, but the SD dodged everything. PAC-3 stood by my side and shot everything it had, but its small turret did no good, and it was out of missiles.
“Captain Kelt!”
“I don’t care about strategy anymore, Sifen! I’m going to kill this bastard myself!”
“You will do as I say, sir!” I never heard Sifen give me an order before, but I wanted to at least listen. “Our only chance is to take out the Stone Dragon’s mobility. Therefore, since I’m the fastest, I’m going to attempt to destroy his thrusters. Do not activate Turkey Shoot until after I am successful or destroyed, understood?”
“Yes…yes, Sifen. I’ll do what I can to help. Good luck.” His plan made sense.
“Thank you..”
Sifen opened up PAC-3’s boosters and ran behind the Stone Dragon, shooting at the Liger’s thrusters. I started a series of shots at the Dragon’s head to distract it, but it didn’t work. In a matter of seconds, a swarm of missiles poured out of the SD’s rear launchers, and Sifen’s PAC-3 was engulfed in a smoky red ball of earth and fire.
The Dragon swung out its front leg blades and did an impressive one-legged pirouette. Running back at the ruby-red Command Wolf, it energized its blades and attempted to slice PAC-3. The starboard blade broke on the plasma armor, but when the tail quickly swung in for a second hit, the Wolf’s left legs were chopped off!
The SD saw its victory and went back for the reward. I tried desperately to shoot it away, but it fired every gun it had at Sifen…for about three seconds. Then its cannons and launchers whirred and clicked empty.
The Stone Dragon had run out of ammunition.
It was now or never.
I flipped on my all-call and yelled frantically, “Turkey Shoot! Go! Go! Go!”
About two-hundred meters behind PAC-1 sat two enormous sand dunes; dunes that had mysteriously been drifting closer to this battle site for the last fifteen minutes.
The right sand dune sparkled brightly with energy as a massive hologram of a sand dune disappeared to reveal Skyler’s Blade Liger Vampire. The left sand dune sparkled away as well, but this one revealed an equally out-of-place but just as welcome surprise: an Imperial Berserk Fuhrer.
Spheres of dancing ions formed at the ends of gun barrels while cooling valves opened along the tail of the Fuhrer and the Attack Boosters of the Liger. The Berserk Fuhrer opened up its twin set of blades in order to reveal two more release points for its Charged Particle Beams.
“Jeremy, this is Katrana. Get out of there, you’ve got about ten seconds before we fire!” It was good to hear her voice again.
The Stone Dragon was so caught up in its destruction of PAC-3 that it didn’t notice the other Zoids. All I was focused on was the fact that Sifen was going to be right in the middle of a massive explosion.
Swinging PAC-1’s turret around, I ran the Command Wolf as hard as it would go straight at the Liger Zero-X. “Let’s see if your head can take another hit, buddy.” I said to my veteran Zoid.
The two Zoids smashed, but the ultra-heavy Liger barely budged, and PAC-1 bounced off and rolled backwards across the ground.
Luckily, it was enough.
The Stone Dragon took interest in my attack and got up off of PAC-3, and as it was crossing the sand between Sifen and PAC-1, the Charged Particle Guns fired.
Five crackling, pale blue streams of charged energy burnt their way through the sky. The sand was trenched beneath the beams as they soared to their target. Before the Stone Dragon’s pilot even knew what was happening, he was the center of the biggest explosion I had ever seen.
Chapter 6 - Ebb & Flow
What had I done?
Better yet, what had I been doing?
In just the last week, I had re-allied myself with a woman who had betrayed us all years ago. Then soon after, I trusted our lives to information from a madman who had always professed hatred to us, and had tried to kill us! To top it all off, amidst the passionate protest of my friends, I allied us to a butcher of thousands of helpless people. Had I gone absolutely wacko?
Were we really that desperate?
All our new allies said we were.
The PAC-Wolves, all packing their new shield units, stood in slumped, lifeless stances behind the hangar’s front door. The base’s human workers were either asleep for the night or knocked out in the back of the hangar. We—the Castaways of the Republic—had moved the Command Wolves into a better launch position for the Stone Dragon’s arrival.
I sat in PAC-1 and worked its controls, gently feeling for any bumps or weaknesses. There was a light thump when it was pushed up high. That probably meant its head had been rammed into something back in the days before it was “gifted” with plasma armor. Maybe an Iron Kong had punched it, like my old Orion Wolf? I wonder what the story was. What battles had this Zoid survived?
I knew everything about the first PAC-1—it was brand new—but this one, this one would always be a mystery. Not having cup holders didn’t bother me so much anymore.
The side access door opened and Kavid walked in, very tan and caked with sand. He was carrying a heavy rifle and large binoculars. I opened my Zoid’s cockpit window. “What’s the word, Lieutenant Deen?”
“Mobilize.”
My cyberphonic implants rang from the clanging of the front gate, but I had to focus on the job at hand. There was a small wad of dust tumbling its way towards the outpost, and we had to intercept it, no matter the cost.
Sifen popped up on my HUD-Comm. “I recommend the Emerald Scorpion attack, sir.”
I smiled. “You just want to try out your new shields. That’s a good idea, but we need to stick to our strongest asset: our stealth. As soon as we see this thing, we’ll go with the Whispering Grenade assault. The second one of us loses cloak, we switch to Emerald Scorpion.”
Kavid joined the comm. “ReMember the rule on Turkey Shoot: Not till the last second.”
I frowned. “We all know the rules, Lieutenant.”
Mansod called in, excited. “It’s at the canyon edge, sir!”
“Cloaks on! Good luck!”
The Pac-Wolves flickered out of view as the dust ball rolled along the edge of the cliff. As the PAC-Wolves invisibly ran down to the base of the canyon, our target came into view.
For no apparent reason, the running Zoid came to a stop, and the trail of dust engulfed it. As the cloud of dirt cleared from around the Liger, its appearance finally became clear. The main body was silver, and it carried massive sand-colored armor plating and black weaponry.
Kavid and Sifen both popped up on my Zoid’s HUD.
“What’s that thing doing? Showing itself off?” asked Kavid.
“It’s head is indeed that of a Liger Zero-X,” said Sifen, “But with a massive sword attached to its forehead. The armor plates carried on its legs’ shoulder joints are larger and thicker than a Panzer’s. However, the rest of the legs only hold standard Liger Zero armor.”
“Probably to keep the wait down.” I guessed. It obviously already weighed far more than a Liger Zero Panzer.
Kavid did a little analyzing. “The weapons are all customized. I’ve never seen those front leg Vulcan cannons before, though. They’re new. The energy readings from their ammunition is incredible. They’ll do five times the damage that a Killer Spiner’s cannons will do if they hit you. Also, those big blades attached to the cannons give the Dragon almost Blade Liger-like abilities. The similar blades attached to the tail must be in case he misses.”
Sifen continued: “The back armor plates carry large, multiple-shot missile launchers. The launchers can release sixteen computer-targeting rockets into the air at a time. Once they’re fired, they don’t stop chasing you until they hit you.”
I did a little analysis myself. “That turreted laser cannon up on the Liger’s back carries enough firepower to incinerate any small Zoid in one shot. All those extra zappers and missiles attached to the cannon don’t read as anything special, but I’d be careful about them, anyway.”
Sifen finished the scan. “The missile launchers on the rear legs are actually modified rocket boosters, which the Zoid apparently needs just to get around.”
I couldn’t say that the Stone Dragon was the most grossly over-armed Zoid I’d ever seen—that award still goes to the Death Sniper.
But it was the scariest.
As the bulky Liger sat upon the cliff’s edge, sinking into the rock, a falling stone hit PAC-1. Inspiration hit me.
“PAC-Wolves,” I screamed, “Destroy the cliff’s edge!”
What I enjoyed most about my team was that we were so finely tuned that instead of asking why, they just fired.
And fired and fired and fired.
Rock and dust was sent spiraling through the air as the cannon blasts shattered the millenniums-old canyon wall It was a terrible price to pay, but when the Stone Dragon was sent tumbling 800-meters straight down in a coffin of boulders, only to smash upon the jagged rock ravine floor, I felt proud.
“Yes!” cheered Mansod. PAC-4 de-cloaked and went trotting towards the crash point.
“Mansod!” barked Sifen, “You were not ordered to de-cloak! Re-activate and pull back now!”
“Someone has to check it out. Besides, no Zoid could have survived that fall.”
“Dammit, Private! Get back here, now!”
In a sickening déjà vu of our last battle at Mt. Hoploy, the boulders exploded in front of PAC-4, and the Stone Dragon leapt from the rubble. It quickly aimed its starboard Vulcan cannon at Mansod’s Command Wolf and opened fire. PAC-4 was sent hurtling into the canyon wall, pinned by the never-ending stream of rage pouring from the Liger. The Liger’s turret warmed up and began a barrage of energy shells into PAC-4’s side.
“Wake up, Jeremy!” screamed Kavid.
I had forgotten where I was again. I needed to start reMembering that I was at war. All the new weapons of late were amazing me too much.
PAC-1 dropped its cloak and activated its new shield. The orange hexagon flickered into view in front of the Command Wolf, giving the Zoid a front-heavy appearance.
I ran towards Mansod as quickly as possible and slid PAC-1 in between the SD and PAC-4. The shield held for about three seconds before it exploded, knocking PAC-1 back towards PAC-4.
Before the Dragon could continue its fire, I had one more order to make: “Whispering Grenade! Go!”
PAC-3 waved into view right at the side of the Stone Dragon with its missile launchers open. It launched every missile it had into the starboard side, then fired its thrusters and ran off. PAC-2 flickered into view in the middle of a sideways slide across the hard rock floor. It stopped directly in front of the Liger and hurled repeated blasts into the roaring Zoids’ mouth.
In unison, every PAC-Wolf, save PAC-4, activated its cloaking shield and disappeared. The Stone Dragon, now smoking heavily from its side and mouth, spun around and began running out of the canyon.
At full speed, PAC-2 and PAC-3 flickered into view running directly at the Stone Dragon’s sides. Sifen and Kavid powered up their shields and sandwich-slammed the Liger from both sides. The Zoid belly-flopped and skid across the ground while the Command Wolves tumbled awkwardly with their shields still on.
From a safer distance, I dropped PAC-1’s shield, locked target on the tan and silver Liger and began shooting as fast as I could pull the trigger. Most of the shots just ricocheted, but there were a few small explosions. After they had regained their wits from the clumsy Emerald Scorpion attack, Kavid and Sifen joined in my barrage of the fallen Liger.
“Enough!” barked a fatigued, yet powerful voice over the comm..
The Stone Dragon’s turret began firing crackling shells of energy in quick succession in multiple directions.
Sifen and Kavid re-activated their shields, which proved strong enough to resist the turret’s raining of shells—barely. I moved in closer as the SD stood back up and re-positioned itself.
Now that two PAC-wolves could no longer fire their weapons, the Liger switched its turret fire to PAC-1, and opened a missile attack on PAC-3.
PAC-2 got the worst.
Both Vulcan cannons fired on Kavid’s Zoid, sending a river of energy shells that tore through his shield like it was paper. The Command Wolf was slammed into the hard rock cliff-side much like PAC-4 had been. The Stone Dragon walked towards it, suppressing Sifen and I with its omni-directional assault.
The rock was torn apart as PAC-2 was forcefully battered into it. Missiles mounted on the main turret joined in the drilling of PAC-2, and when they hit, something happened that nobody expected:
PAC-2’s heavy weapons turret broke off!
“Dammit!” I screamed in panic. “Sifen! Turkey Shoot! Now!”
Amidst a hailing of some of the deadliest weaponry we had ever seen, Sifen and I abandoned our friends and scampered like frightened puppies out of the dry river bed.
The Stone Dragon continued to target us, and the last bolts and missiles flipped us and rolled our Zoids--but they didn’t stop us. Eventually we cleared the canyon and ran across the sand dunes towards ISSO.
Before we could get far, we were stopped by a nightmare image.
PAC-2 sailed over the top of us in a flaming rage and crashed to the ground, blocking our path.
My velocity was so great that I had no choice but to crash into Kavid’s massacred Zoid. Sifen, thankfully, was able to veer off.
PAC-1 pulled off of PAC-2’s carcass, and I could see breaks and holes in the plasma armor plates. Body parts were busted off, and all of its weapons were gone. Worst of all, the cockpit was shattered--Kavid was missing.
“No!” I cried as I jerked PAC-1’s controls. I figure if they weren’t plasma armor, they would have broken. As PAC-1 jumped around, I saw the Dragon growing larger as it approached with its thrusters on, giving it a fiery background.
I opened fire, but the SD dodged everything. PAC-3 stood by my side and shot everything it had, but its small turret did no good, and it was out of missiles.
“Captain Kelt!”
“I don’t care about strategy anymore, Sifen! I’m going to kill this bastard myself!”
“You will do as I say, sir!” I never heard Sifen give me an order before, but I wanted to at least listen. “Our only chance is to take out the Stone Dragon’s mobility. Therefore, since I’m the fastest, I’m going to attempt to destroy his thrusters. Do not activate Turkey Shoot until after I am successful or destroyed, understood?”
“Yes…yes, Sifen. I’ll do what I can to help. Good luck.” His plan made sense.
“Thank you..”
Sifen opened up PAC-3’s boosters and ran behind the Stone Dragon, shooting at the Liger’s thrusters. I started a series of shots at the Dragon’s head to distract it, but it didn’t work. In a matter of seconds, a swarm of missiles poured out of the SD’s rear launchers, and Sifen’s PAC-3 was engulfed in a smoky red ball of earth and fire.
The Dragon swung out its front leg blades and did an impressive one-legged pirouette. Running back at the ruby-red Command Wolf, it energized its blades and attempted to slice PAC-3. The starboard blade broke on the plasma armor, but when the tail quickly swung in for a second hit, the Wolf’s left legs were chopped off!
The SD saw its victory and went back for the reward. I tried desperately to shoot it away, but it fired every gun it had at Sifen…for about three seconds. Then its cannons and launchers whirred and clicked empty.
The Stone Dragon had run out of ammunition.
It was now or never.
I flipped on my all-call and yelled frantically, “Turkey Shoot! Go! Go! Go!”
About two-hundred meters behind PAC-1 sat two enormous sand dunes; dunes that had mysteriously been drifting closer to this battle site for the last fifteen minutes.
The right sand dune sparkled brightly with energy as a massive hologram of a sand dune disappeared to reveal Skyler’s Blade Liger Vampire. The left sand dune sparkled away as well, but this one revealed an equally out-of-place but just as welcome surprise: an Imperial Berserk Fuhrer.
Spheres of dancing ions formed at the ends of gun barrels while cooling valves opened along the tail of the Fuhrer and the Attack Boosters of the Liger. The Berserk Fuhrer opened up its twin set of blades in order to reveal two more release points for its Charged Particle Beams.
“Jeremy, this is Katrana. Get out of there, you’ve got about ten seconds before we fire!” It was good to hear her voice again.
The Stone Dragon was so caught up in its destruction of PAC-3 that it didn’t notice the other Zoids. All I was focused on was the fact that Sifen was going to be right in the middle of a massive explosion.
Swinging PAC-1’s turret around, I ran the Command Wolf as hard as it would go straight at the Liger Zero-X. “Let’s see if your head can take another hit, buddy.” I said to my veteran Zoid.
The two Zoids smashed, but the ultra-heavy Liger barely budged, and PAC-1 bounced off and rolled backwards across the ground.
Luckily, it was enough.
The Stone Dragon took interest in my attack and got up off of PAC-3, and as it was crossing the sand between Sifen and PAC-1, the Charged Particle Guns fired.
Five crackling, pale blue streams of charged energy burnt their way through the sky. The sand was trenched beneath the beams as they soared to their target. Before the Stone Dragon’s pilot even knew what was happening, he was the center of the biggest explosion I had ever seen.
