Post by renton on Aug 22, 2007 0:30:10 GMT -5
Or so it went anyways. When Zoids were first created, they were little known, human made mechanics those most wouldn't give a second glance, considering the blatant supernatural powers and intelligence of some of the beings out there these days, even being exposed to the public, along with a few of they're devilish inventions. But Zoids saw a sudden upsurge in the military, due to they're capacity to resist energy and physical attacks from such superbeings, and established themselves as excellent swarmer, and adept squad units against countries with an over abundance of the supernatural. As with all things, however, Zoids became more twisted by use as they came closer to the spotlight. Criminals seized them for they're own ends, mercinaries with no morals took them as weapons. People with no path or purpose took to wandering with the machines, which, considering they ran on simple water, made excellent partners. It is with one of these wanderers that we begin to witness a slow, steady walk to greatness for the Zoids. Though, it may be a good thing that few were compatible with the Zoids, and thus unable to pilot them.
"A powerful machine?" Chant asked curiously, looking at his father. Chant was sixteen, about six feet tall, with a bit of an innocent, if rugged, face. His solemn gray eye's and understated black hair led his mother and father to name him Chant, though they'd had a different name picked out at birth. (Frederick, eugh!) Chant was a fairly happy person, but he'd taken an interest in an extreme with technology and its relation with the supernatural. And for this reason, Chant's father, Vick, had decided to give him the first Liger Zero model. "Yes," His father said, "The first of its kind. Come outside with me." He said, guiding his son by the shoulder. Of course, the giant machine in the middle of the neighborhood was causing some commotion, it wasn't something people were used to seeing, that was for damn sure. Chant was looking at it with an awed expression.
"Now," His father said, "I should warn you, I don't know if you'll be able to operate it." Chant looked his question at him. "Well, they're are AI's in those. They'll only activate for people with compatible qualities. These are innate qualities though, if you can make it turn on once, you can turn it on a thousand times." Chant grinned, then scrambled up the side of the machines leg to make it up to the open cockpit. He hopped down into the seat, positioned himself properly. (He felt as though a dog were supost to be sitting there instead of himself.) And the cockpit slid shut. The generator spun up, and the view screens to his left, right, front, and top all activated. Targeting recticals tested out the OS as it started up, and the machines name floated through his mind. "Liger Zero Shneider eh?" He muttered, "Everyone step back!" He said, turning on the external speakers. "I'm gonna see if I can make this thing move!"
It was surprisingly easy to make it move, each limb had options that were quickly accessible with a flick of the wrist or ankle, and combined made for some pretty easy and leasurely movement, though the heat of combat would surely change that type of thing up damn quickly. And he felt a growing sense of unease, after all, he was piloting a 9 meter tall mechanical Liger through a suberb street, he had to be attracting some amount of attention. Besides all of the enraptured people staring out of they're windows at the shiny machine. His father drove up his care beside the Liger. "Hey!" He shouted up at Chant. "They're are more armor models at the lab, the Zero was designed to change modes! Theirs a trailer there to! Feel free to wander, your mother and I could use a vacation!" He called. Chant laughed, and continued his practice. He'd be at the edge of town soon enough, then he could really take the gloves off.
"A powerful machine?" Chant asked curiously, looking at his father. Chant was sixteen, about six feet tall, with a bit of an innocent, if rugged, face. His solemn gray eye's and understated black hair led his mother and father to name him Chant, though they'd had a different name picked out at birth. (Frederick, eugh!) Chant was a fairly happy person, but he'd taken an interest in an extreme with technology and its relation with the supernatural. And for this reason, Chant's father, Vick, had decided to give him the first Liger Zero model. "Yes," His father said, "The first of its kind. Come outside with me." He said, guiding his son by the shoulder. Of course, the giant machine in the middle of the neighborhood was causing some commotion, it wasn't something people were used to seeing, that was for damn sure. Chant was looking at it with an awed expression.
"Now," His father said, "I should warn you, I don't know if you'll be able to operate it." Chant looked his question at him. "Well, they're are AI's in those. They'll only activate for people with compatible qualities. These are innate qualities though, if you can make it turn on once, you can turn it on a thousand times." Chant grinned, then scrambled up the side of the machines leg to make it up to the open cockpit. He hopped down into the seat, positioned himself properly. (He felt as though a dog were supost to be sitting there instead of himself.) And the cockpit slid shut. The generator spun up, and the view screens to his left, right, front, and top all activated. Targeting recticals tested out the OS as it started up, and the machines name floated through his mind. "Liger Zero Shneider eh?" He muttered, "Everyone step back!" He said, turning on the external speakers. "I'm gonna see if I can make this thing move!"
It was surprisingly easy to make it move, each limb had options that were quickly accessible with a flick of the wrist or ankle, and combined made for some pretty easy and leasurely movement, though the heat of combat would surely change that type of thing up damn quickly. And he felt a growing sense of unease, after all, he was piloting a 9 meter tall mechanical Liger through a suberb street, he had to be attracting some amount of attention. Besides all of the enraptured people staring out of they're windows at the shiny machine. His father drove up his care beside the Liger. "Hey!" He shouted up at Chant. "They're are more armor models at the lab, the Zero was designed to change modes! Theirs a trailer there to! Feel free to wander, your mother and I could use a vacation!" He called. Chant laughed, and continued his practice. He'd be at the edge of town soon enough, then he could really take the gloves off.