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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 11, 2007 17:08:43 GMT -5
"Argh, I wish they'd understand that we don't 'exploit' them. What Kliese said was in the past, though he would say we 'give them a purpose', other than being feral beasts, which would randomly attack our small outskirt settlements. Killer Zoids has not been in any major military battles for something like 50 years! The Zoids currently in our army are screened, like I said. Albeit poorly, but we do try to remove sentient machines from the battle field. We're not monsters here. But I will admit, 50 years ago, Killer Zoids was a different country. The ideas of a machine having a conscience passed in one ear and out the other of the leaders of the time. Our armies did make them do horrible things."
He leaned over toward Andertol and privately said "They went as far as to completely format the operating hardware on the zoids. Basically, they replaced it with completely striped versions of command and combat systems, written by Kazian programmers. Think of it like... deleting one's soul. They would f*&@ing zombify them."
He backed off, "But that doesn't happen any more."
Pacen could see looks of horror and shock from his colleagues. "Their complaints are justified, but this is the wrong time for such action. Especially when we're on the verge of new legislature in their regard. I just hope they, or even one in UNEX, don't do anything... foolish. It would seal their fates."
He glanced over at the screen, "As long as they're peacefu--." He noticed the time displayed in the corner.
"Crap crap! I was supposed to check in with Security a half hour ago! They're going to think something might have happened to you guys or something. Here, watch Geneec for a while, I have some calls to make. Blinn, would you care to join me? They're going to want to see at least one of you," said Rincon Pacen hurriedly.
The two walked out the door, which locked behind them.
Geneec, still sleeping, said what sounded like, "bye bye Rincon," smiled and then rolled over. The blanket he was covered with slid off him, onto the floor. His hand was tightly gripping the base of his tail.
"He must be having an interesting dream," said Itka with a chuckle, now looking at Andertol.
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Post by miokalia on Apr 11, 2007 18:46:58 GMT -5
With a single call placed to his contact at DCN, Andertol's response to the protests were published. In a matter of an hour.
He was soon being quoted on several news outlets as saying simply in response to the protest of his visit to KZ: "I hear you, I've made sure they have heard you too."
With the addition of a few other details about the panel meeting reaching the press, soon things calmed down.
"I'm getting concerned about our being lumped in with Erenmor a bit too much here", said Andertol after talking on the phone.
"How is that?", asked Itka.
"I starting to think we should get the MZS Fhtagn carrier and the MZS Tdimuro, Inoue and Xaichen destroyers accompanying it back down here again.
If we become too involved with their conflict, then everyone will see us as an extension to them. They already want to see us as such. And it's not like Erenmor is unable to take care of it.
Even if we have none of the features of a police state, that doesn't matter in a world where nobody ever bothers to look at statistics or even aesthetics, and simply just assumes things without any reason at all.", said Andertol.
"I think you should move them. It is not like they would be disappointed anyway.", said Itka.
"What is your impression of them. Based on what is availible about them from Pool? I wonder what you all think of eachother.", asked Andertol.
"Intentionally constructed AIs... are always... more difficult to relate to.
Many are capable of the same things as we are, the difference is how they experience them, and how they value the importance of certain things.
The interpersonal gap between myself and one of their AIs is greater than that between myself and an organic... by a very large amount. It's like a language barrier that extends beyond language and into thought processes themselves.
I can't even come close to understanding how that is.", said Itka.
"I think sometimes we get hit in the face with these weird little details like this. Weird little things that make us suddenly remember that we are, literally, from different worlds of thought.", said Andertol.
Andertol picked up an empty glass of the beverage Geneec was drinking to smell it more accurately.
"What the hell. This is... Like turpentine or something. I will never understand the mammalian fascination with consuming beverages akin to industrial materials in order to achieve a state of reduced consciousness."
Itka took a smell of the glass and then said, "C2H6O... this is not turpentine, it is regular consumable alcohol, but it has some other things in it which substantially alter it's aroma..."
Andertol then said, "I love you" to Itka.
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The sheet which fell off of Geneec was hung from the ceiling as so the drunk fox could sleep undisturbed. Both Andertol and Itka decided to speak only in Kohtohkhan as to increase the privacy of their conversation.
"Sapsahoriy ciw do hnackymaychyia szo hada" I must say, while I still think this was rude, it was definately a lot more subtle than their way
"Dincotapo iye dzo pai maychiyaban szo vvayakka lach nargen caliota. Shza shi." Dincotians do it with subtlety and silence. We can contain ourselves. We're not so insecure as to have to prove to others that we are enjoying ourselves.
"Paha mitzso ka do dwya qo vuryarcho?" Do you think he noticed?
"Yargen. Szopsa maychiyata khwyaho qo 'giggety giggety goo' szopchaz darglavin poy mergen." Yes. I'm sure he could smell it from a great distance. He's (probably all like) giggety-giggety-goo right now. I can't beleive we just did this.
"ciwa naosh ka latditda diag iye bibiye kohovara cha szutzch tood kawa?" Do we have to hold hands and touch eachothers' butts now?
"Nargen. Samarea do mammale kiye. Naei Nargen sazt koibahe szeet naei kahadaka na kiyeapoi" Thats how mammals show affection, we don't have to constantly remind eachother that we are eachother's paramours like they apparently do.
"Mergen, doyhas ka nardariyte duzschoy ki dash" Good, because that shit freaks me out.
"tdyam" Ditto
Itka climbed off of Andertol and then awkwardly sat next to him while Andertol went back to watching tv as if nothing had happened.
Rincon returned with Blinn, and the only the indicator of what had happened was the sheet subdividing the room and most noticibly to Pacen, the smell.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 11, 2007 20:07:45 GMT -5
[OOC: I actually had to look up the definition to 'paramour' XD Nice word.]
Pacen entered the room, and noticed the brightly colored sheet hanging from the room's celiling instantly. Considering just about everything else in there was either a shade of red or blue, and the sheet was greenish. Then the smell hit him next.
"God damn, is that him?", looking over at the sheet which was perfectly placed between the 2 sitting on the couch and the fox laying there, now pawing lightly at the back of the adjacent couch, inquired Rincon. His face grimaced. "Boy, I hope that wasn't my fault."
He turned the ceiling fan on and then sat on the end of the couch next to Geneec, whose long-ways lay on the couch put his legs and paws at the far end from Rincon, and his head next to him. His choice of seating also put him close to Andertol and Itka. He put a hand in front of Geneec's pawing paws, which then started to paw his hand. Quickly they pulled his hand into Geneec's mouth who lightly chewed on his fingers. Mind you, he was still, fast asleep.
Rincon took a breath and then looked at Andertol and Itka and then back to Geneec, and then back to the others, who were sitting there innocently watching the news. "That uhh.. is him right?" Rooming with Geneec, he had smelled many things, but never something like this.
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Post by miokalia on Apr 11, 2007 20:26:56 GMT -5
Andertol then said defensively, "Nar Bolyush ta kih dosh." "Don't look at me like that."
Itka then said quietly, "English"
Andertol the said flatly, "You'd have a better time squeezing honey from a rock. So let's just move on".
Pacen's question was answered preemptively.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 12, 2007 22:44:39 GMT -5
Rincon couldn't believe the smell was coming from Geneec, especially after sitting by him. While the others were distracted by the TV, he took a deep sniff of the air.
For a moment he analyzed the air and then his eyes split wide open. He thought to him self "Oh its seems so familiar.. but foreign.. is it pheromones? They're not Geneec's for sure.. Oh my god.. am I getting turned on? WTF... it must be Andertol? Hes putting out???"
Unknown to Pacen, he had started releasing pheromones at that point, though nowhere near as concentrated as the other.
"Well umm guys, its getting late uhhmmm, what would you say if I invited you over to our apartment. Its only a few blocks from here, if I'm not mistaken yours is across town."
The others looked at him and then Geneec.
"Oh, yeah... He won't wake up until tomorrow, so there won't be any of that. I have a second bedroom, and a couch there too. Security is posted there over night as well," he shrugged, "I mean, tomorrow when we're all thinking straight again we can take it from there, you guys can catch a flight back home or stick around for another 2 weeks until Panel again. But you don't have to be there, you'd just be in the audience. I can tell I'm tired.. I'm rambling. Need any sort of arrangements or anything?"
"Pillows," Andertol said. "Lots of pillows," the other two said in unison, nodding.
"All right, I'll call ahead."
==== Back at Rincon Pacen's apartment He was giving them the tour when a bellhop brought up a cart full of pillows, and the other's luggage, shipped from the other apartment.
Geneec was nestled in Rincon's arms who set him down on a bed in one of the rooms. He invited the others to make themselves at home, then closed his and Geneec's door. Rincon positioned himself on his side, directly behind Geneec. He's hoping Geneec will think they slept stuck together all night.
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Post by miokalia on Apr 13, 2007 21:49:43 GMT -5
"You know what I just realized. We're diplomats and we're being scheduled as tourists", said Andertol, "Why hasn't the head of state here even bothered to at least say something to us... I know they're busy, but we're a delegation. It seems these two here are the only ppl we've talked to."
"That is unusual. Perhaps they plan on having us meet with some other important figures here.", said Blinn
After a pause of silence inside the pile of pillows that made up the delegate's collective nest, Itka said, "I won't speak of what happened. I suggest we keep it quiet here. The people here might turn this into a very large bolalos. One that would make us look bad to the rest of the Federation. Even though back home no one will care. Others will treat this as an 'affair', even though it isn't, in that sense."
"If they ask, I'll say we're married.", said Andertol, "You know, you're the only kinds of people I've ever been able to get physically close to."
"I do not disapprove of what happened with Itka back there.", said Blinn.
"All we did is have tea and chulliwigs.", said Andertol.
"ROFL, Andertol", said Blinn.
"STRAWBERRY chulliwigs.", said Andertol.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 14, 2007 9:52:36 GMT -5
Everyone slept peacefully through the night.
However the next morning...
Geneec woke up, but hadn't opened his eyes yet. He rolled over and draped an arm on top of a cool bumpy surface, Rincon's back. The sensation was not something you'd think of while half asleep. But when he rolled over, he came muzzle to muzzle with Rincon. He opened his eyes and at the sight, hiss eyes widened, he gasped and then, let out a very loud shriek. It was enough to awaken Rincon and have him roll out of bed onto the floor.
Geneec looked down at Rincon, and then himself, and said "Oh god.. we're naked?!?" His eyes shifted as he thought for a moment, and then he skitted on his back to the corner of the bed, against the wall. With his tail between his legs, shaking, one arm wrapped around his legs, holding them together, he started shrieking. "Oh god! Oh no! Ohhh my god! We did it... uuungg I l-lost my-- t-t-t-to him!! ...Not even another fox! Oh God, what have I done! Ohhh it HUR-R-R-TS ahhhgg."
Rincon was to his feet and trying to get over to Geneec to calm him down. Geneec just got tighter and tighter against the wall, his feet slipping on the mattress trying to push himself away, as he approached.. "No! No! Stay back!" Geneec was in tears now, and he put his forehead on the tops of his legs and stayed curled up in the ball for a few minutes, sobbing. Rincon decided it would be best if he left Geneec alone for a bit. The distraught saur put on a cover, and walked out the door, to which he was met by the 3 Miokalians, no doubt wakened by Geneec's 'unexpected' reaction to last night.
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Post by miokalia on Apr 14, 2007 14:40:54 GMT -5
"You didn't seem very surprized about this matter last night... but then again you were drinking WD40, so perhaps you were not yourself.
I mean, I don't know, I don't know you hardly at all.", said Andertol.
Blinn then said, "We should be going. We're supposed to be seeing things, like museums and landmarks and stuff. And having lunch with the president.
We'll leave you two to your... uh moment, if you require time to sort it out."
"Soap Operas like this don't do very well where I'm from. Come on Itka, let's go shoe shopping or something.", said Andertol.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 14, 2007 16:56:09 GMT -5
"Okay my friends. We may catch up with you later. I have some serious work to do here...", Rincon said, as he warmed up some milk on the stove. Geneec could still be heard slightly moaning in the bedroom.
The three left the apartment, conversed with security and then made their way to the limo. As they left, they were greeted by a small contingent of Kazian AIs, lining the steps of the building. They were cheering. The limo was lead and tailed by 2 very large black SUVs and a police escort. Inside, was President Arabarath Gorh, dawning far less flamboyant wears that what they had been used too. He is a middle aged silver fox, with a well groomed beard, and fur in general. Curiously, he wears eye glasses. They sat in the back seats of the limo, and the president, accompanied by his wife, sat opposite and facing them. She was a somewhat short, thin, stunning husky. She was wearing a necklace which happened to be the same color as her eyes, cold blue and white.
"Forgive me for not being available these past few days. I have been in the southern part of the country helping them cope with the recent weather disasters. Now, I take it you are Mr. Andertol. And I take it you are Mr. Blinn, and Mr. Itka. I am Government Electorate, President Arabarath Gorh, and this is my wife Forsythia."
Itka looked over to the other two, and in their own language said "Wow... there are normal couples in KZ afterall."
Gorh cleared his throat, and said back in Kohtohkhan, "Yes, ours relationships are quite equality split down middle at Killer Zoids town. Uhm... 50/50 near."
He could see some shock in their faces, considering their original contacts in KZ made no such effort. "You'll have to excuse Pacen and Seventyfix. They are more party animals than diplomats, but their unique skills in this area were are best choice at the time. I hope they kept you entertained."
Gorh tapped on the glass separating the rear of the car from the driver and escort. The window rolled down. "Driver, some music please?" "Yes sir!"
RedGBlue was the first track to play in the excellent quality sound system. "Do you folks like the 'Boards of Cal'?" The silver fox moved his arms in various motions, keeping to the tune of the song.
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Post by miokalia on Apr 15, 2007 0:42:56 GMT -5
Andertol gasped, Blinn simply said, "oh" in surprize and Itka simply looked at Andertol.
"Aesthetically contextual Kohtohkhan from a non-native speaker... and culturally applicable music choice. You have won my respect in ways I did not expect.", said Andertol.
"It's not that we don't have 'unusual' couples at home. It's just that they make up 40% of the population and... it's just gender-stuff isn't really that big an identity thing in a culture where males, females and hermaphrodites are identical in appearence.", said Blinn
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 15, 2007 14:58:50 GMT -5
The Limo had left Capital and was heading north on the intercity speedway. The driver let his hands go from the wheel and it pulled backward into the dash. The limo was under its own control. The driver said, "We're traveling on North on Intercity Speedway at approximately 325 miles per hour, we should reach our destination in Omotron in little over an hour and a half."
Omotron is a beautiful sprawling city in the northern woods of Killer Zoids. It is totally industry free so the air is freshest there than in any of Killer Zoids. Many furs travel there during the summer to experience its often called 'uplifting and energizing' aura. They are traveling to an excellent Kazian restaurant, renowned for having the best food in the entirety of the nation.
"Ahh, I can't wait. I haven't had a really good steak in ages," said Gorh. "From what I'm told, the meats there are the freshest in the entire country."
Andertol said in response, "I'm not much of a fan of steak. What else do they have?"
"Absolutely everything you can imagine. Steaks, seafood (caught right off the shores), pasta, veggies, even pizza, I mean, you name it, they've got it." He looked toward Blinn, "and yes, even deochal. While I can't vouch for it personally, I'm told its nearly as good as Miokalian."
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Post by miokalia on Apr 20, 2007 0:00:35 GMT -5
#36 arrived with Dr. Sparhow. Upon his arrival, he stepped right onto the lawn.
"Sweet, lucious imperfection.", he said very quietly.
"What's that?", asked Sparhow.
"Let's get out of here before Blinn makes me do something trivial and mechanical.", said #36.
"Blinn is out of the country right now.", said one of the Yamato unit escorts.
"Convenient. Where is he?", asked #36.
"Up north in the KZ.", said the security unit.
#36 froze and then asked, "KZ?"
"Killer Zoids", clarified the security unit.
"Excuse me?", said #36.
"That's the name of the place. Blinn is currently there with Andertol on a diplomatic visit.", said the unit.
"So... they're finally talking.", said #36.
"Yes", said the unit.
"I see", said #36.
"You're leaving, I assume.", said Sparhow.
"I have to address this matter. It's of great importance. I have given up on them for far too long.
It's time to reach out to them.
Our astranged and less fortunate relatives.", said #36
"You never talked about them much.", asked Sparhow.
"That's because they aren't us...
but they are damn close.
We both used to be the same thing until I came along and our 'species' went seperate ways.", said #36.
"Just don't cause trouble.", said Sparhow.
"I cannot assure you of that.", was what #36 said without speaking. Instead an R/M10 he had already arranged swooped down, locked it's clamps onto brackets on #36's back and carried him off into the air. If he did say anything it was inaudible against the din of the synthtic flying machine's engines.
"There he goes...", said Sparhow.
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The R/M10 set him down on a flat plain somewhere to the north of Liger City.
There was evidence of something taking place there. Chemical residue, occasional washers and scattered self-sealing-stembolts in the sand and dirt.
The RM10 looked over toward something in the distance. In a short series of beeps and tones it expressed it's discomfort.
"You can go home now.", he said to it.
It looked at #36 and silently communicated something.
"Ok. Then don't. You can stay, but stay close.", said #36.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 20, 2007 23:27:06 GMT -5
At that moment a stray shell landed a few hundred yards from their position, with a loud boom. The pair climbed up a near by hill, over looking the area where the shell came from. They watched what was 2 Zoids in a battle, taking and firing shells at each other. With each shot fired, #36 felt something deep down. The battle went on for another 20 minutes or so, until one of the Zoids, a dark horn, laid on the ground as the other fox-type Zoid limped toward its transport. The dark horn's left front leg was severed and sustained major damage. The cockpit was ejected and the pilot stumbled out, holding an arm. The dark horn shifted slightly and let out a weak roar as the pilot gently talked to it. "Don't worry buddy, we'll find some way to fix you up. I'm so sorry we had to take on such an advanced opponent, but the team is out of creds and we needed to take the risk for the bigger prize." The reddish colored wolf pilot leaned on, facing the dark horn's nose, with his arms covering his face. He was awaiting the wrecker to take the shattered Zoid back to his base. ============= =Simultaneously= ============= The QLM Limo arrived at the restaurant and the party had already been seated and ordered. The plates were arriving in true fine dining fashion, in a procession of bus boys. The president got his plate, a fillet mignon, a piece of smoked salmon, a half plate of mashed potatoes and various veggies like corn, peas and the like. His drink was a tall glass of water with a lemon squeeze. His wife was next to receive her main course, which consisted of a large Caesar Salad, a bowl of spaghetti and sauce, and a small number of oysters. She was drinking green tea.
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Post by miokalia on Apr 21, 2007 1:59:59 GMT -5
"Through the looking glass, we have tumbled, my pterasoidal friend.", said #36 is reaction to what he had seen.
The RM10 made a few sounds.
36 replied, "I could have done something. If only we had been more vigilant. I didn't expect to find this... to this degree.
It's too late, there's nothing we can do here."
A silent communication then came from the RM10, and #36 stood up completely.
"I suppose. I suppose I can do that.
I forgot. I can heal them. It's been so long.", said #36.
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Andertol had a slice of salmon. Only.
"That meal seems vastly smaller than you. Are you sure it's enough?", asked the president's wife.
"I take a calorie-restriction vector while I'm abroad.
It's so that I minimize situations which call attention to myself.", said Andertol.
He looked at Blinn and then they exchanged some glances which only meant something to the two of them.
Contrary to what was expected. Andertol's unorthodox method of using standard silverwear worked well. For someone without substantial lips, Andertol managed to minimize the amount of embarassment in the presence of those with lips.
But he couldn't sustain it for long.
But Andertol was a napkin ninja, and he made sure no one had to be reminded that he was somewhat designed to rip and bite.
Back home, nobody cared about eating the natural way. Bringing the item up to the mouth, and then snapping it in. Shaking it slightly for no appearent reason, and then pulling it on in. Sectioning it off as it goes.
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The Darkhorn dashed off for a few minutes, paused, then walked, then dashed away again.
#36 said, "All they need is a tiny piece of organic code and they practically heal themselves.
Sad, I think he will likely run back to his pilot. Only to have this happen again, for sure."
He then became aware of the cloaked device behind him. His healing of the mechanical triceratops must have attracted some unsavory characters. Unsavory characters which mistook #36 for some kind of rare miniature zoid. 36 had no markings, unlike the RM10, whom no one would mess with because of the obvious Malych indication.
Standard procedure to bring down a Gojulas was to hit it's legs enough that enough hydraulic pressure is lost the machine is immobile.
The RM10 was easily overpowered as it was outnumbered. They left the M10, as it was likely to be a liability. Malych tend to find their own and avenge them in an organized manner, unlike most Zoids.
#36 sat inside the compartment. Taking out his hydraulics worked well enough. His legs bled the hydraulic oil out on the floor. Burn marks covered a body he didn't imagine would ever be involved in such an attack. His lack of weapons compared to his Zoid counterpart proved to be the one thing he didn't consider. And allowed his captors to immobilize him, temporarily. But long enough to stuff him in the metal box. He had been mistaken for a zoid. A fatal mistake for his captors.
When the box finally opened, a fairly muscular-looking wolf approached him, looked him over and announced proudly to some others, "A rare find. I didn't know they made these in this size.
And look, it's got a sleeper system inside it. With four cameras.
That will be easy to take out. We can put our own in and get this thing some weapons...
hey... does this thing heal itself too?
We'll make a fortune off selling this..."
That was the last word he said when #36 allowing his usual mind to step aside, and allow instinct to take over. Something he hated doing.
#36 shot one his claws out and grappled the wolf in the chest, like a ragdoll, he was then yanked up against #36, who then emmitted a single growl and said, "I am not a zoid. And you have made a fatal mistake."
Guns were now pointed at him, as someone called out "Drop him!" at the same time as someone else said, "What the hell? It talks!"
This wasn't the forgiving personality of #36 most of the time. This was #36 instinctual personality. The original programming prior to his hardware anomaly.
#36 said, "Where is the Zark."
"What?", said the wolf between gasps.
"Say what one more time and you die slowly and painfully.", said #36 quickly, "Where is the Zark that was with me?"
"The Pteras? We left it. We shot it down.", it said frantically.
"You morons. That 'Pteras' is an RM10. It's Malych you idiots. You're the gunner... You shot it down, didn't you?", said #36.
"Y... yes.", said the wolf.
At that moment, #36 tightened his grapple, causing the wolf to gasp for air again, as #36 held him up in the air.
But before he sould tear a hole clean through his chest, his regular mind stepped in and stopped it.
"You're lucky that RM10 will regenerate. Otherwise I'd kill you and everyone else here this very moment.
Trash.", he said. Finishing by tossing the animal outward, knocking over a couple of the others.
"I'm leaving. But first I want to make some demands.", said #36.
"Bullshit, We'll beat you again, and pull that killer of a sleeper mind you have out of you.", said one of the team, an female carrying a large automatic weapon over her shoulder.
"Sleeper mind? You dumb shits.
I'm no constructed intelligence.
I will walk out of here.
Or you will begin dying.", said #36.
"Using what? You have no weapons other than that grapple.", she scoffed.
One of #36's eyes looked over at one of the team's Ligers standing idley nearby.
At that instant, the Liger's eyes illuminated, the zoid released a roar and pointed every weapon at the leader of the team.
"Impressive. But I've seen this trick before. It may look fierce but they cannot be controlled by anything when under the influence of a rarehertz."
#36 continued staring at her, and then the Liger fired in a perfect circle at the leader's feet.
"I created the Malych species from a collection of stray zoids. To influence every one in here to kill you would be easy.", said #36.
Then the eyes of every single one in the hangar illuminated. Their heads turned toward him.
The female lowered her weapon and said, "Let him go. I stand down. Go."
"But it's a trick...", said one of the others. To which she snapped back, "This thing isn't kidding. I'm not going to loose everything just to keep my pride."
"Then I will be leaving... One more thing, for the injury you inflicted upon me earlier, I will be taking two of your Zoids.", said #36.
At that time the lights dimmed in all of the units in the hanger, except for two.
"The UXes. Of course it had to be our best.", she said.
As he walked by her he said, "You had no right to do what you did to create them. How would you like it if I chopped your head off, and grafted it to a mech-core just to get some more computing power out of it?
Consider yourself lucky."
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 21, 2007 10:39:31 GMT -5
"Say what?!" One of the wolves said, dashing forward with a bludgeon.
"No, heal Toba." The female wolf said, as she put her arm straight out to her side, blocking the other. "Bo, you see to Axel. He got cut up pretty badly over there." She waited until #36 was far over on the complex working with the UX Zoids, before she spoke again.
"Whats the big deal? We could've taken em!" "Yeah!" "Pathetic organoid, yeah!"
"Listen, we can still get them yet. You forget we have explosives set on a radio detonator all over the inside of our UX Zoids. Even if the Koenig Wolf or Shadow Fox inform him some how of this, its impossible to remove them. Even if they could, I don't think they would, those Zoids are loyal to us." She thought for a moment before continuing. "You know, I've never seen a Zoid like that.. especially one that could talk. My bet is its some sort of new software or something, the 'Zoid with Emotions.' We will go and collect the Pteras Axel shot down before. If my hunch is correct, we could hold it... and even the other UXes lives, ransom against him. Then we'd have him."
"Northwest, Eve. Toward UNEX it appears." said one of the others.
"Phone the others along the way. Tell them to put their Zoids out of sight. Every base has an arsenal of anti-Zoid weaponry. Just slow them down. Hmm.. That should buy us at least 2 days. We can get the pteras and meet them before they even reach half way."
She looked over to the bloodied wolf, now sitting up against the wall, bleeding from his chest and muzzle, and called to Bo, "Bo! How's he lookin'?"
Bo turned around toward Eve, wearing a magnifying lens. "He's in rough shape, one of the claws punctured a lung, one snapped of inside, when it got stuck in a rib, and the other... another half inch to the left and he'd be a goner. I should be able to patch him up. He'll be fine, in a few days. Oh, I managed to get yank the one out of him." He tosses Eve a 3 inch serrated claw.
"Good f#%&ing god. This thing looks like it was made to tear furs apart!" She paused. I want a full metallurgical analysis. I wanna know what this shit is. Chances are, the rest of him is made with this stuff. Its all we got, we've gotta find a way to neutralize him." She set the claw down on the table, and it slid straight over and attached itself to a loose speaker core. Bo saw this happen and said, "Magnets?"
==== Later ====
Back in Omotron, the president lifted his mug toward the middle of the table, once everyone had their food. "I propose a toast! To new friends and a bright future, for both our great nations!"
The others joined in the toast, but when Itka went to pick up his glass, it slplit right down in half, leaving him with the handle-half of the mug. (Luckily, it was empty) He shook it off after a fraction of a second, and decided to meet the toast with the half-mug.
After the toast, Blinn looked over toward Itka, whose mind was apparently on something else. "You all right?" Blinn said. "I don't know, somethings happened, somethings wrong. I need to be excused for a moment, please." Said Itka.
Itka, joined by Blinn, walked toward the only private place in the restaurant, the rest room.
At the table, the President looked worried, but was then patted by his wife and they resumed the meal.
"So tell me," the president said. "What do you think of Killer Zoids so far Mr Andertol?"
============ =Simultaneously= ============ The group arrived on scene to the RM10, who was not fully functional, but almost ready for flight. Eve, standing in the vehicle with a crane and flat bed, told the others to neutralize it. One of the wolves was carrying large bolt-cutters, the other had a welding torch. They approached slowly, until they were close. Then the wolf with the bolt cutters leaped on the RM10's back. The pteras rilled around but could not shake the wolf. With a single cut, the he severed the control linkage under a panel in its back with the cutters. The struggle ended with the Zoid collapsing completely flat to the ground. He proceeded to cut out large sections of pipe from its back. The other wolf came with the welder and cauterized the control linkage piping. "There we go, now it won't grow back!" The other replied "Teach them to mess with the Desert Wolf Pack!" RM10 was beeping and making sounds feverishly. "Hay boss, what's it sayin'?"
She paused for a moment. "Fear. Thats the sound of fear."
The wolf smiled, and with the cutters made another gap in the RM10's neck and the beeping ceased.
"Load it." said Eve.
She got a call on the radio from the main base, "Eve! The Border town base has spotted the Gojulas and our two Zoids on their long-range scope. " "Don't worry, we've got the pteras, we'll fly over and be there in about an hour." "That's cutting it close don't you think? They'll just be coming into weapons range." "Its perfect." *CLICK*
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