Post by adamassc on Dec 1, 2005 22:58:21 GMT -5
Demitri was returning from his last class for the day when Altilia approached him. “Lieutenant Shade, Follow me.” Demitri was somewhat concerned. He was unaware of any wrongdoing, so he wasn't sure why Colonel Dressnad had ordered him to follow her. “Here we are, Lieutenant, the main zoid hangar.” The small-built woman smiled. “This is where all the pilots of this base select and maintain their personal zoids. It's time you chose your partner, Demitri Shade.”
Once they entered the hangar and climbed to the catwalk, Demitri was awe-struck. The sheer variety available to choose from. Every zoid available to the Empire was there, even their flagship Saber Tiger. The list of units was amazing, but it was what he saw through the window that caught his breath. “So, what zoid would you like to pilot? You're training credentials has caused the higher-ups to ear-mark one of the Great Sabres for you.”
“Him. I want to pilot him.” Altilia looked back to see what Demitri had chosen, only to be at a loss of words. It was old, stripped down, piled with junk parts, and covered in dust. Yet, even in this state, the mothballed zoid managed to force a Colonel of the Imperial military to step back. Demitri smiled. “Colonel Dressnad, that shall be my zoid. What is his name?”
Altilia snapped back to reality at his question, adjusting her glasses to better sit over her teal eyes and a little embarrassed that the mere site of the outdated zoid had spooked her. “Let's see, looks like it's called Hound Soldier. It is a Republic zoid that was captured many years ago. Originally, it was going to be used for target practice, but in the end it just ended up here collecting dust. I suppose we can have it recommissioned as an Imperial zoid, although the powers that be would rather have you in something better armed.
“I'm more than aware that your 'Powers that be' are my parents. My piloting skills are decent at best, and nowhere near deserving of the Great Sabre. Not that its a zoid I'd pilot anyways. The Great Sabres are held back from battle until the end, and their mere sight often chase away the opponents. I wish to battle in this war, not stand as a figurehead at the rear of the fighting.” Demitri kept his eyes focused on the dated Hound Soldier. Leaning against it, he spotted a decommissioned base defense gatling. “While we're at it, show me how to install that gun on him. That should add the firepower my parents wish for.”
Altilia brushed her lavender hair behind her ears, becoming more and more impressed with the man. He was young, but decisive. This man, no matter what his name might be, was even stronger-willed than she was. Colonel Dressnad could only hope the other pilots were half as determined as Demitri Shade was proving to be. “I'm quite impressed, Lieutenant. Very well, your new partner will be fully restored and modified to your specifications. I hope you can make use of that zoid, Shade, we will be calling on the two of you for active service as soon as that beast is back on its feet.”
Once they entered the hangar and climbed to the catwalk, Demitri was awe-struck. The sheer variety available to choose from. Every zoid available to the Empire was there, even their flagship Saber Tiger. The list of units was amazing, but it was what he saw through the window that caught his breath. “So, what zoid would you like to pilot? You're training credentials has caused the higher-ups to ear-mark one of the Great Sabres for you.”
“Him. I want to pilot him.” Altilia looked back to see what Demitri had chosen, only to be at a loss of words. It was old, stripped down, piled with junk parts, and covered in dust. Yet, even in this state, the mothballed zoid managed to force a Colonel of the Imperial military to step back. Demitri smiled. “Colonel Dressnad, that shall be my zoid. What is his name?”
Altilia snapped back to reality at his question, adjusting her glasses to better sit over her teal eyes and a little embarrassed that the mere site of the outdated zoid had spooked her. “Let's see, looks like it's called Hound Soldier. It is a Republic zoid that was captured many years ago. Originally, it was going to be used for target practice, but in the end it just ended up here collecting dust. I suppose we can have it recommissioned as an Imperial zoid, although the powers that be would rather have you in something better armed.
“I'm more than aware that your 'Powers that be' are my parents. My piloting skills are decent at best, and nowhere near deserving of the Great Sabre. Not that its a zoid I'd pilot anyways. The Great Sabres are held back from battle until the end, and their mere sight often chase away the opponents. I wish to battle in this war, not stand as a figurehead at the rear of the fighting.” Demitri kept his eyes focused on the dated Hound Soldier. Leaning against it, he spotted a decommissioned base defense gatling. “While we're at it, show me how to install that gun on him. That should add the firepower my parents wish for.”
Altilia brushed her lavender hair behind her ears, becoming more and more impressed with the man. He was young, but decisive. This man, no matter what his name might be, was even stronger-willed than she was. Colonel Dressnad could only hope the other pilots were half as determined as Demitri Shade was proving to be. “I'm quite impressed, Lieutenant. Very well, your new partner will be fully restored and modified to your specifications. I hope you can make use of that zoid, Shade, we will be calling on the two of you for active service as soon as that beast is back on its feet.”
