The Metal Girl and the One-eyed Dog

[adamassc]

Since the holidays are so close, I thought I'd share a gift with all my fellow zoid fans: more of my bad fanfiction! Please remember, I don't own the franchise rights to Zoids(there'd be a gungy reissue if I did) so don't sue me. If you don't like it, just insult me like normal people do.

The Metal Girl and The One-Eyed Hound

During a long journey through Pirate King valley, a group of travelers became cut off by several Bio-raptors. Their simple Baratz couldn't even begin to put up a fight against the far stronger Raptor-types. Just before the Bios' final attack, they paused, and began to disintegrate. All that remained was the rib bones dangling from a pair of lances. The travelers were amazed by the sheer speed at which the zoid had destroyed the Bios, but more surprised to see that it was a Hound Soldier with rather severe damage to its face.

“Travelers, for your own safety, please follow the Hound Soldier before you.” The voice was loud, but that of a young girl. The Hound moved towards the canyon wall and passed through it with ease. The smaller Baratz moved slowly in the Soldier's path, cautiously passing through the wall into a massive underground hangar. The travelers looked towards the zoid for the voice, only to find that it echoed over the hangar's PA. “If you would, please exit your zoids and move to the waiting area in the rear of the bay.”

“Excuse me, may I ask who you are?” The oldest of the group stepped out of his Feele Sworder and asked. “We wish to personally thank you for saving us.”

The voice was silent for a moment. “I am of no importance, Hound Soldier saved you, not I.”

The elder seemed puzzled. “Please miss, We only wish to offer our thanks, nothing else. We are mere travellers. Any secrets you may hold, you need have no fear of us exploiting.”

“...Very well. I must ask you to refrain from any obvious statements about my appearance.” The source of the voice which commanded them emerged from a nearby door, showing herself to be not only petite, but also, at least to some extent, zoid-like. Many of the travelers, now outside of their small zoids, could not help but to stare. Her frame was small, about five foot, with various bits of Hound Soldier armor making up the majority of her dress. “You can see now why I did not wish to step forth. Men tend to gawk at me.”

The elder laughed a little to himself. “Miss, they mean no harm. It's just that my men have never seen a young lady covering her body in armor made to resemble a zoid's before.”

“That's just the problem.” The young girl said, rather swiftly. “I'm not wearing anything. This armor is my body.”

The leader paused for a good moment. “My dear young lady, if what you're saying is true, that would make you...”

“..A Hybrid. That's correct, my body is made from the same alloys as your Baratz or Hound Soldier, but my appearance and behaviors is as human as my mother's.”



Please keep in mind I write these at various intervals, so it may sound like it's parts thrown together. If it doesn't, disregard that sentance and know that whatever you're feeling is totally what I was going for.

[adamassc]

“But, even if the rumors are true, the last Hybrid perished in the Wrath of the Gods.”

The girl almost twitched at the last of his statement. “Whether or not there are or were others like me, I assure you I am a hybrid.” She approached the old man and grabbed his hand. “This should be proof enough for you.” The girl placed his hand on her chest. The elder attempted to pull away, a little embarrassed, until he felt what she meant. Or, more precisely, didn't feel it. This young girl had no pulse, no heart beat inside her. Instead, the man could feel a small warmth radiating from her chest. The man was stunned, not sure what to think. “By now, you've felt it. I don't have a heart in me. The warm feeling is my zoid core operating.” The young woman released the man's hand. “It's almost ironic. Being metal, my body temperature stays right around 70 degrees, but my core, and in turn my chest, can sometimes reach around 90.” She was holding herself, seemingly on the verge of tears.

The older man apologized. “I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to upset you. Please don't cry.” He started to try and comfort her, but she simply smiled.

“There's no need to worry. It's been awhile since anyone's come through Pirate King Valley, so I haven't said that speech in a long time. And as for crying, I don't have tear ducts, so I can't exactly do that. By the same token, I don't have sweat glands, either.” The young lady stepped away from him, looking over his group. “So there's only about four of you? If you'd like, you are more than welcome to stay here for a few nights. It's a lot safer here than camping outside, constantly worrying about those silly Bio-zoids.”

The group bowed to her, the elder speaking for them. “We thank you for your hospitality, Miss. You are aware that by aiding us, you will become an enemy of the Digard.”

“I have no concerns about who you are or why you were running. My father declared this base and Pirate King Valley a neutral zone, free from political influence. Everyone is welcome here, no matter what they believe.”

“Why did you attack those Bio-Raptors, if this area is neutral?” The elder seemed confused by her statement.

“Hound Soldier struck down those Bios because they were attacking you, thereby ignoring Father's laws. Had the roles been reversed, Hound Soldier would have attacked you instead.” The girl smiled faintly, knowing full well she was lying. The old Hound hated the Bio-zoids and the Empire that created them. He despised the products of greed-driven wealth, just as his partner had, all those years ago, before the valley gained their name.

[adamassc]

The night had come, Zi's moons in full luster overhead. Most of the group was sound asleep, glad to be on such nice beds after a few nights of sleeping in their zoids, save one. The youngest, a boy about sixteen, couldn't resist searching the base. He had never seen a zoid that moved as quickly, or struck as accurately as that Hound Soldier had, and he wanted to see for himself what other secrets the underground base held.

After a few moments of looking, he found a room that appeared to have been sealed at one time, though the seal had been broken for some time by its appearance. The boy could not resist the urge to peek in, and was amazed by the sight he saw. It was a throne room, immaculate and ornate, piled with more riches than he could even begin to fathom.

The throne itself was even more stunning. Forged from gold, studded with massive gems, and cushioned with the finest silks, any man that sat in it would feel like the king it was made for. The boy looked closely at the beautiful throne, slightly confused. The silk had no marks, the stuffing had never been disturbed. No no one had ever sat in this gorgeous piece of furniture. Instead, its regal arms held a weapon. Rusted, battered, and dulled by time, an officer's sword laid across the throne, it's worn appearance the only thing in the entire room to show any signs of being used.

“A boy of your age should be getting his rest.” The voice startled the boy, causing him to turn around. It was the young girl that had led them to safety.

“You're not angry with me?” The boy was concerned. She had the right to throw them out, yet she did not seem to show any kind of emotion.

“Of course not. This old room has no real purpose. My father had it constructed as you see it, then sealed the doors. He was known as the Pirate King, so this is his throne.”

“Why did he have something so elegant and beautiful made, if he was never going to use it?”

“Because he was a man with no need for wealth of this kind. My father despised those who believed themselves superior to everyone else, simply because they possessed great riches. This throne belongs to the King with no country.” She walked past the boy and ran her delicate hand along the throne's ornate structure.

The boy stepped closer to her, partially curious about this man, this pirate who was thought of as a king, and partially because he was becoming infatuated with the girl. “What about the old sword? Why is it in here, among all this wealth?” The boy stood near her, close enough to see that her armor and skin were not merely connected, but blended. There were no lines, no joints between her pale brown armor and her pale ivory skin. Beyond that, her skin was flawless. Not a blemish or scar, not a crease, not even any pores. Her complexion was too perfect, like that of a mannequin, or some fanservice book character's.

“That sword was given to my father when he made rank in the military. He was quite a high ranking officer, before he and his squad abandoned their post. He had grown sick of their misuse of power, and the way they treated the lower ranking soldiers like scraps of filth. After his defeat, my mother and the others broke the seal on this room and placed it here, in his memory.” The girl wished so badly she could cry, just a little, but tears never came from her eyes. “This is his grave. The final resting place of his soul.”

“What happened to his remains?”

“There are none. The strike against him was so brutal, so violent, there was nothing left of his body.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't intend to bring up such painful memories.” The boy knelled before the throne and said a small blessing, the tradition of his village when one is in the presence of a grave site.

“There's no need to apologize, I'm happy that you asked. You know a portion of his history now, something that was not told to the public by either the Republic or the Empire.” The girl smiled at him, and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for listening to what I had to say.”

[Xehn]

...I've gotta say... this is by far the most interestingly unique bit of Fanfiction I've ever read.

[rantinan]

Differnt. very different. dare i say it, mooor?

[Deadborder]

Very nice. I approve many lots. Only one hting...

Six months between chapters is too much!

Rick R.