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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 10:16 am
Zoid Index
KaiRoseWolf This is KaiRoseWolf's Zoid index thread. Nobody has the right to post in this thread unless given permission by Kai. Owner Data Money: $0 Overall Battle StatsWon: 0 Lost: 0 Draw: 0 Total: 0 MissionsCompleted: 0 Failed: 0 Total: 0 Zoid Data Zoid: Zero Jager Mirage Level: A Pilot: Kyrea Team: Impulse BattlesWon: 0 Lost: 0 Draw: 0 Total: 0
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 10:21 am
Zero Jager Mirage  Republic Force ? Liger Type High Speed Assault/Command Class: A Height: 10.8 meters Length: 24.1 meters Weight: 142.0 tons Max. Speed: 350 km/h Statistics HP: 680 EP: 235 AM: 170 DF: 155 Organoid Fused: HP: 1020 EP: 329 AM: 204 DF: 155 Weapons: Strike Laser Claws and Teeth -AT: 240 - EP: 54 Counter Scythe -AT: 270 -EP: 51 Description: Attacks opponent with two side-mounted blades. Goes second during the round. Damage recieved from opponent is halved and added to base damage of Counter Scythe. Lightning Blade -AT: 270 -EP: 51 Description: Attacks opponent with a charged bladed weapon. If it hits opponent, the opponent's zoid is paralyzed on contact for next turn. May only be used three times per battle. E Shield X -EP: 6 Description: Protects against all damage each turn used. May be used three times per battle. No roll necessary. Negates paralysis and system interference. Cannot be used while paralyzed or while system is corrupted. Pilot Inventory HP Enhancement Price: $25,000 Description: Increases hit points (HP) by an additional 30% Energy Enhancement Price: $25,000 Description: Increases overall energy (EP) by an additional 30%
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 10:22 am
-Reserved for future Zoid-
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 10:24 am
-Reserved for future Zoid-
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 11:53 am
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
-Republic army elite fighter-
-Wanted in various regions for theft and zoid ambush assaults-
- Labeled dangerous - Use extreme caution -
Zoid: Zero Jager Mirage
Hybridized Liger Zero Jager unit and Blade Liger Mirage
 Data Full Name: Kyrea Sakashi Gender: Female Age: 19 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Brown, black tips. Height: 5'7" Weight: 140lb Bloodtype: O- Zi Markings: Republican red eye tattoos; Scar on right arm Occupation: Rebel Leader Known Publically For: Many widely televised and publicized battles, races, and competitions, the majority of which were wins. Known by Government For: High-ranking fighter of the Republican army. Participant and leader of multiple raids and assaults on Imperial bases. Origin: Republican Guerrilla base camp, just east of Imperial reserve site. Accepts: Nicky, Abdiel Dislikes: Zyali Enemies: No specific names known Respects: None Personality: Dangerous. Compassionate to none. Piloting skills: Excellent Click for a slightly messed up image, showing her jacket Organoid OrganoidName: Edge (Formally known as Genesis - Organoid I by the Republican army) Type: Shadow-type (semi-custom for "Genesis" qualities) Gender: Male Personality: Absolutely vicious. Manipulative, hateful. He is the nightmare that Kyrea can no longer hide from. Battle Stats: When fused, - Is able to act as an escape pod for the pilot - Is able to resurrect a completely destroyed zoid - Special Ability: Instinctual Accuracy Organoid's animalistic instincts negate lowered accuracy changes in the zoid.- Genesis Ability: Ruinic Call Organoid is able to locate, target, and communicate with other organoids.- Increase in overall defense (HP) by 20% - Increase in overall power (AM) by 20% - Increase in overall energy (EP) by 10%
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 9:41 am
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
Team Relationships Team Impulse Team ImpulseDescription: Team Impulse uses bladed weapons and speed, as well as trickery and tactics. Kyrea's use of tactics and mental battle-skill is limited; she is the speed and first line attack/defense.Leader: No leader. Team Impulse works as a unit with the two zoids it uses currently as the team. Kyrea tends to call the shots, but knows better than to take charge due to the governmental relationship with her teammate. It would be a chaotic disaster if she were to decide to take control.Nicky: Pilot of the bladed Gun Sniper, she is a skilled pilot of the Empire. Kyrea has very big problems with this. Jager's pilot has assassinated Imperial government officials as well as pilots of the army, and thus working with Nicky is trying on her loyalty ties. However, there is much advantage in working across enemy lines, though whether those advantages are legal or not may be a problem. Nicky is a friend to Kyrea, but the friendship is limited. If need be, Kyrea will terminate the team on behalf of the Republic. There is no question there. She is known by both governments to be highly dangerous, and working with others is not her key trait. OOC Random Information - This is more or less for my own need to credit people - Art Credits Seen Here
LZMirage Lineart: GunSniper
LZMirage Coloring: KaiRosewolf
Tag: [ ipod ]
Pilot Art and Coloring: KaiRosewolf
Organoids: KaiRosewolf
GIFs: Zoids Unofficial (Jager), and Organoid Shrine (Shadow)
Concept Credits Seen Here
Shop: Kiki Robin
Pilot: KaiRosewolf
Upgrades: KaiRosewolf and various RPG sites
Zoid - Hybrid: KaiRosewolf and GunSniper
Zoids: Not us!
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 9:53 am
Field Medic - Rain "Angel" Torren
- Republican medic -
- Always willing to put her life on the line for another -
Zoid: Destroyed - Replacement Needed
Current Mode of Transportation: Hover-board Data Name: Rain Torren Nickname: Angel Gender: Female Age: 18 Eye Color: Sky blue Hair Color: Cloudy white, blue tips Height: 5'4" Weight: 120lb Bloodtype: A+ Zi Markings: Black slashes on cheeks Affiliation: Loosely Republican, highly trusted by both governments on the field for her occupation. Occupation: Field Medic Origin: Unknown Respects: ? Dislikes: She has carefully controlled emotions. If she dislikes someone, it will remain unnoticed. Personality: Quiet, gentle, brave. Always willing to put her life on the line to save another. Always the first to rush to someone's aid. Piloting skills: Wreckless. She will do anything to get to the injured pilot, including going into dangerous zones. She has never kept a zoid long.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 9:54 am
- Reserved for future pilot, or info -
(Future) Pilot: Ace Byurn
Gender: Male
Occupation: Imperial hand-to-hand combat specialist. Knows nothing about zoids.
Possible Zoid: Hybrided Liger Zero Pheonix Unit and Red Blade Liger MK-II
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 1:05 pm
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
The Quest Begins...Application Form Application FormUsername: KaiRosewolf Pilot Name: Kyrea Zoid: Zero Jager Mirage Class: A Do you already have an organoid for any pilot or zoid? If yes, which? No. Quest Preferences Organoid Type: Shadow-type Organoid Colors/Markings: Traditional black with blue eyes, blue ruinic markings and Republican markings. Organoid Name: Edge/Genesis The Quest Prompt The news of a Ruins having been found by the Empire has drawn you to this place. The possibility of them finding and destroying the property of past Zodians enrage you, and there's no way you're willing to turn back. The ruins themselves aren't that hard to find. In fact, the entire area is surrounded by guards, a barbed-wire 12-foot fence, and Imperial Zoids stationed there. This apparently isn't being kept much of a secret. Getting inside would be the first challenge, but once you figure out how to get there, the place is absolutely gigantic. Hidden underground, an city rests, captured in time. It seems like a fantasy; entirely apart from anything you have ever imagined. The passageways are narrow and sharp-cornered, disallowing speed and quick movements almost entirely. Blades would only hit the walls if set out. However, up ahead is a segment of the Imperial army, stealing precious artifacts from a long-burried building. A smaller zoid, a Helcat, has hidden itself up ahead, and your scanners show this, and the sheer amount of human bodies down here. The scent of death hangs heavily in the air. It's obvious that stepping inside any of those buildings would produce images of gore and horror, and yet you know it's up to you, and only you, to end the Empire's plotting. Still being continued.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 11:53 am
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
The Quest, Phase One...
She arrived with the darkness on her side, shrouded by deep shadows just enough that even the moon's dim gleam upon her Zero Jager Mirage's armor would not give away her position. Her fingers curled tighter around the blue-gripped controls, her muscles twitching in the anxiety and tension which flowed up from the ground below and filled her veins to bursting. The golden metallic claws of the Jager slowly bit deeper into the dusty earth as Jager fidgeted, but his general demeanor seemed eerily calm and cold, mirroring the perfection of evil etched upon his pilot's face.
Kyrea leaned forwards, studying the holographic pictures which floated past her eyes in front, and at both her sides. The images were distorted with the frequency noise and green-to-red shaded hue of night and heat vision, her scanners set to pick up both body heat and distinct movement, not caring about the lifeless structures the Imperial forces were truely after. Their goals did not concern her. Her only care was to stop them and stunt their growth and power.
The canyon was rigid and rocky. A perfect hiding place, especially the outcropping of loose boulders which the Liger remained crouched behind in a stalking poise. These forces were careless, and it would cost them all their lives by her hands. A simple chain-link fence surrounded what appeared to be ruinic findings, undoubtably barbed and electrified. Still, it remained as difficult as slicing butter for Jager's blades. Their focus must have been to keep out thieves, not zoids. Guards were positioned in both zoids and of foot, pacing along the gate, and eastern and southern fence lines. Zabats circled and swooped in the air, the night being perfect for their bat-like capabilities. It made her heart pound with increasing anticipation and the purest glee to know she would spill their blood by her own blade. Her desire to destroy in her missions was none but an after-effect of her horrible child-hood. No little girl could understand why such horrible things had to happen, and the day she murdered for the first time, a monster was born within her. It grew every day, threatening to take her over. What kept her sane was entirely up to guess. These were the disturbing thoughts that got her so far in the Republic. Afterall, what was the Helic Republic? It was a force of rag-tag members with zoids attempting to displace the powerful empire. By Earthen terms, they were nothing but terrorists, and Kyrea was near the head of the army.
A dark resounding laughter interrupted the silence of her cockpit. The guards were changing. It was time to move, time to cause unrest in their operations. Hellcats dotted the canyon walls, their heads occassionally twisting from side to side in a constant scan for the very one that was sneaking beneath their noses. They would see her, Kyrea had no doubt about that. The question was only a matter of time and alertness. All sensors, communication systems and screens were adjusted to minimum or shut off, the holograms and lights flickering out obediantly, dimming the cockpit's lighting. Such commands hardly had to be spoken. Her bond with her zoid was beyond compare. They were inseparable. They acted alike, thought alike. Those who believed zoids were simply machines had not seen the teamwork Jager and his pilot displayed every moment they were together.
Jager's mechanical-sounding motions always sounded like an explosion while trying with such difficulty to be silent in such a situation, but Kyrea had been through this so many times before, it was second nature to feel the flood of adrenaline kicking her heart, forcing it into an almost extra sense of awareness. This danger was what she lived for, and she would do anything for it. This, both governments knew, and thus kept her under strict eye. Even the Helic Republic knew better that to promote her to the very top rank. She was far too dangerous to trust with anything of the sort, and far too many liabilities were on her head with her past of guerrilla attacks, thefts, and the intentional and unintentional murders.
One step at a time, Jager's laser-heated claws pressed against the firm dirt ground and imprinted his path with steaming pawprints, closing the distance between himself and the barbed-wire fence which separated him and his pilot from their goal. Suddenly, a blaring alarm lit the entire facility ablaze with light, spotlights swiftly sweeping the grounds, searching for the intruder as the Hellcats lept from their cliff-side perches. Zoidian roars, yelling, and sirens screamed into the night air, making even the shadowy shrouds that Kyrea had been cloaked in, shudder and shrivel quickly back into the nooks and crannies of the canyon, from which they had come. Pounding feet from hundreds of soldiers poured out of the interior. The cold of the night made the heat from Jager's risen boosters waver and steam with lengths of swirling clouds that reached to the stars above. The darkness was clear, indeed, but it had been filled to its brim with chaos.
The spotlights flooded the grounds, enveloping Kyrea's position and announcing her presence with a blinding glow. The com-link burst on again with an enraged voice, the Imperial officer shouting with distress and anger out at the one he knew all too well.
"Kyrea Sakashi of the Republican army, turn back now, or we will attack!"
"Lieutenant Kent, so good to hear from you again. How's the family?" Kyrea replied with a coldly humored smirk, flicking a small blue switch with her index finger to bring up a visual in addition to the audio.
"...The hell? What's wrong with you, girl? Get out of here. You only get one warning, First Lieutenant Sakashi. This is Imperial business."
"Such an unpleasant greeting for an old friend. I'm disappointed in you, Kent." There was a pause, that same dark chuckle rising from deep in the girl's throat. "Of course it's Imperial business. That's why I just couldn't resist visiting you."
"You're surrounded, Sakashi. Give up, or be destroyed." The hologram screen was switched off by the Imperial Lieutenant, but Kyrea didn't seem in the least effected by his announcement. Jager himself brought up surrounding views of the swarm of Hellcats and Rev Raptors that had boxed them in against the fence. He had crouched down, all mechanical limps prepared to leap, to turn, to thrash and maul. Jager was just as vicious as his pilot, if not more. Any programed animalistic instincts were further enhanced by Kyrea's revenge-filled actions.
Heads turned, legs shifted. They were closing in upon her, tightening their semi-circle to further lock her down and disable her speed. She had personally gone up against the Empire so much that they knew her tactics. Too bad they didn't know her. Com-link systems were shut down again, fully detached from any possible communication with the Imperial forces as well as the Helic Republic to assure that she could be as hidden as possible by them for her near-future manuevers.
"Alright, Jager. I don't think I even need to pilot you for this. Their display of weaknesses fails to amuse me this time." There was a hint of a frown upon the girl's otherwise emotionless face. Battle robbed her of emotion, of feeling. Enemy zoids were just that; enemy zoids. The life being held in the cockpits meant nothing to her. Simply, the mind of what threatened her success was in the head of the zoid, and it must be destroyed. The boosters' flare came in a single instant, blasting the Jager forwards with a speed the majority of all zoids could not even hope to compare with.. This was her love! Death, destruction, speed, blades.. All this wrapped into one gave her a pleasure others could not understand.
Nothing else in this world had been worth loving the way she did destruction. It made her laugh louder than her dark taunting laughter she used with those newbie pilots she instructed during her free time. Otherwise, she stayed alone, away from all others. Company was for the weak. All she needed was her Zero Jager Mirage. That zoid leaped over the line of zoids surrounding him, landing hard on one's back, shattering the suspension, cracking the hind hip-structures. Pieces flew, breaking under simply the speeding weight and pressure granted to her by gravity and Jager's momentum. The Hellcat could not stand, struggling to return upright, but failing miserably. Fires broke out along its spine, the damage irrepairable in all senses of the word. However, those tiny fires weren't the only things blazing overhead.
The Imperial forces opened fire, ammunition raining down upon the Jager from all sides, but the fools were careless in Kyrea's eyes. They couldn't turn fast enough to catch her and her only friend. From the Hellcat's back, the Jager leaped again, bounding from zoid to zoid as if playing on a cliff-side, each shattering in turn either from his weight, or from the mis-targetted missiles that came from their allies. What sweet ends it was to taste the feeling of betrayel at the very end! To make one ally kill his friend was icing upon her treat of battle.
Jager's form shook violently as one blast made its mark, Kyrea cursing quietly as the liger was thrown off-course and made to land upon solid ground once more. "Damnit, Jager. Don't be careless. These guys are cake compared to you." Her fist slammed upon the controls, the Jager carrying her roaring in anger at his reprimand. His laser-enhanced teeth gleamed with savage rage built up from his own manifesting hate, his bladed tail swaying harder as he faced down the remaining three. Yes, indeed, the line of soldiers facing the pair had been nearly wiped out completely without Jager even using his weapons.
"Blades extend, now! Boosters, full power. Speed, 90%. Take them out. Now. No excuses." Kyrea's words were bitingly angry, the skin between her eyes wrinkled in blistering disapproval, her eyes narrowed in the very same rage which festered within the Jager around her. The alloy blades were out before the next shots were even fired, the white-blue blaze of the boosters turning on and the feeling of the Jager's power rushing against every molecule around them being the last thing those three pilots ever saw.. and felt.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 4:58 pm
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
The Quest, Phase Two... Explosions erupted, screams shook the stars from the sky. The moon hid behind a cloak of thin, gangly clouds. A swift slash of the Jager's laser claws ripped the barbed electrical fence from its roots, the crumbling and screeching of tearing metal causing the footguards to shudder and begin to flee back into the whaleking they had come from. Zabats circled overhead, but swiftly, the Jager was already at the entranceway of the ruins, and none of the Imperial airforce was willing to drop their missiles and bombs upon the ancient Zodian artifacts and their commanders inside.
"The rest, I will do on foot. Jager, get out of here incase reinforcements arrive." Kyrea's deep, haunting voice commanded, her blue eyes glinting in carnal desires. Jager's head turned, hiding the view of his opened hatch from view of the enemies above. Kyrea gripped the edge of the opening, volting herself out of the cockpit and onto the ground, landing with the experience that granted her a balanced kneeling position. She was off, then, her boots hitting the marble, carved floor of the ruins. Her short breaths echoed in the hallway as she sprinted, making as much time as possible.
"I told them I wanted a hover-board. Do they listen? No, of course not. Apparently, I could use it as a weapon." She stopped, grumbling to herself of trivial and amusing things, falling silent as she planted her back against the wall to evade view of an Imperial scout who jogged by, rifle held tilted in both hands. As soon as he passed, she continued on, turning sharply right to reach for the soldier's head from behind....
"What the..? Hey-AH!" ....and twist it sideways with a sickening crack.
"Thanks for the clothes."
She slid the helmet snuggly over her own head, having removed it from the man at her feet, dragging the rifle out of the soldier's loose grip. She stripped him of his jacket to cover her own with the Helic symbol displayed broadly across her back. Not needing the pants, she could have left them and him with some decency, but the blood-curdling smirk happened to draw across her face once again, and her free hand stripped him of all he had, a booted foot kicking his limp and lifeless body against a crumbling wall. "Rest well, soldier." She offered a two-fingered salute, her blue eyes gaining a glint of blood-stained red to them as she returned to the main hallway.
Soldiers were everywhere. She could hear their footsteps and their deep, masculine voices. Through the helmets, they all sounded so gutteral, threatening, and strong, but beneath each set of armor were scrawny little boys that could be crushed just as easily as the first. They had no hope. Not with this sick individual on their tails.
The hallways, unlike how Kyrea predicted, were huge. Jager could have come with her, but the danger of having him destroyed was too great. The passageways, though gigantic, were short with sharp turns. His speed would have been useless, his blades too wide for the walls, and the cieling too low for his strike laser claw attack. She was alone, but this was just fine. To see into the eyes of one just about to perish from this world offered an ecstatic feeling unlike any other, and she yearned to see it again, and again.
The hallway soon broke off into segments, separating into various smaller rooms with expansive interiors. One room in particular drew the intruder's attention. A soft blue glow hinted out on the ground from the doorway, a single guard stationed beside it.
"This looks.. important.." Kyrea paused at the corner, her back pressed back against it, head turned to the side to watch from the corner of her eyes. Of course, when such things intrigue her, nothing would stop her from following her path of whim. She rubbed the front of her stolen jacket free from wrinkles and blood spots with her non-rifle bearing hand, before turnin the edge to openly walk towards the guard. The helmet casted a shadow across her face, hiding her fearsome eyes. Her black-tipped hair was tucked into the jacket to make her appear male, this being aided by the bulky jacket.
"Soldier, your shift is over. Head back to the whaleking." Kyrea grumbled in an even heavier voice than before.
"...Blaine? Man, you sound sick." The guard lifted his helmet with the fingers of his freehand, one eyebrow arched in his confusion. "Besides, dude, we have two more hours before we change. Aren't you supposed to be at the control room for this hour?"
"Perhaps... he was.." Kyrea lifted her head to remove her shadowy mask, her white teeth shown in a grin that people only have nightmares of. "He's sleeping now, and won't be getting up anytime soon." The click of a rifle being cocked brought the stupified young man's attention downwards to the barrel pointed at his chest. "And you will be joining him now. Goodnight." The shot was terribly loud in the enclosed hallways, the Empire having no reason to put silencers on their weapons since they had so many men that one shot would simply warn them all of trouble. The blast rang out, shuddering down the hallways with the voice of death. The young man collapsed to the ground in a heavy, bloody heep, not a word having been uttered due to confusion and fear.
Once glance over her shoulder was given, before Kyrea jolted into the softly glowing room, but before she got far, she stopped dead, staring at what she saw before her. Was this what the Empire was after? What... was it? It was too small to be a zoid, and yet it floated in a containment like the ones held at the lab. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch the warm glass holding the blackish creature contained within. "I bet its worth a lot of money.." She began, but her time was up.
A blast from behind her, far louder than that of a rifle, exploded, and immediatly a net surrounded and entrapped the Republican pilot so forcefully that it knocked her to the ground. White-blue electricity bolted down the main heavy wire, separating into every corner of the net and sending its charge through her with no mercy.
"ah AHHH!" Kyrea screamed, her eyes closed, tears forming at their edges despite herself. Electricity curled through her veins, down her spine, along every limb. Every muscle shuddered unintentionally, forcing her limbs to stiffen and paralyze, and when the current was shut off, she fell with a hard thud onto the marble floor. Smoke curled from the netting, as well as her heavily breathing body. Her labored breaths choked on her own blood, the metallic taste coating her tongue and teeth.
"Lieutenant Sakashi... So nice to finally see you." The Imperial officer Kent, now in person, spoke heatedly down to the subdued pilot, leaning over her in uniform with his hands clasped behind his back. Ky's fingers curled against all the straining her muscles couldn't help but do, wanting badly to become fists. Kill.. kill him.. By Zi, she had to kill him... She groaned, unable to unclench her teeth. "Ah, ah, ah.. One move, and I'll turn my little gadget up a notch. Do you like it? I made it just for little rogues like you." He sneered, shifting his weight enough to send one hard kick, toes dug deep into her stomach. She gagged, breath lost for the moment. A shudder and a choking cough shook her smoking form, her legs having curled up protectively and instinctively to her chest.
"Alright, men. Tie her up. Keep the net on her until you're done, or else she'll get loose. Sneaky little b***h, that one." He shook his head, a disgusted glance thrown to her single eye opened as he turned his back. "If she tries anything, kill her." He left, then, leaving the snickering soldiers to do as they pleased. The men jerked her upwards by her shoulders, grabbing her hair and dragging her by it until she was next to the mysterious containment. One took hold of her cheeks, sliding his short, dirty nails down her face to scratch nasty little cuts into her skin. "Maybe later, I'll have my way with you. I like fiesty."
Kyrea could feel nothing. Not even hate heated her. A simple movement, faster than the perverted male could react, allowed her teeth to bite down into his hand so hard that the feeling of bone cracking between her incisors was present. The soldier's blood rushed down her lips and chin, dripping onto the floor before her. A witness slammed his fist onto the button connected to the net, forcing another heart-shattering scream from the Republican pilot, and further smoke from her charred flesh to grace the room with its wretched scent.
The injured man, breathing a constant stream of curses, exited the room at a jog. Kyrea was twitching, the intensity of the electrical current running through her body something that not even her experience could let her ignore. She gave them no satisfaction of emotion, however. Pain, hate, fear, it was all absent from the girl. They bound her limbs together, wrists tightly behind her back, her anklets and thighs bound as well. Her neck was roped and tied to a thick waist-level pipeing which lead to the small-ish creature's container. A brief assumption of being hung crossed her mind, but it mattered not. She couldn't move just yet, but her mind raced with plans.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 6:30 pm
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
The Quest, Phase Three... Four guards were stationed outside of the room now, all waiting for any reason to either shock or shoot the girl inside. Kyrea remained on her knees, slightly haunched forwards with her eyes closed and hair drifted over her face. No wrinkles creased her brow in her concentration, no expression touched or even hinted at her face. She looked as if she were asleep. Even her breaths were deep, long, and slow. Much pain stiffened her muscles, making her kneeling more difficult with each passing moment.
I can't remain down much longer. My muscles are weak and stiffening. Some aren't responding to my motions. And if that f***ing little child over there doesn't stop pressing that button for fun, I might die. Kyrea's thoughts swirled slowly in her mind, the constant light buzzing of returning current through the net that she was kept in dimming her conciousness at intervals. It wasn't death that she feared. What she feared was not destroying this operation before her time came. If she had to go out, she would go out with a bang, and no less.
She was silent, motionless, allowing the shadows and eerie blue light to dance around her in waves and circles. Her bangs hung limply around her face, gravity tugging them gently towards the floor.
"Hey, Vincent, c'mere." A voice sounded from right outside the door, footsteps painting the image of another joining the juvenile-acting soldier. "Y'know that pilot that's been killing off our forces? We got 'er trapped in here! Watch this."
A high-pitched hiss escaped her clenched jaws as yet another jolt flowed with lightning-like speed through the liquids of her body. She tensed, shuddered, spasmed, and finally her body gave out, falling heavily forwards onto the floor, hitting with a thud on the hard marble surface. Random muscles twitched, archs of electricity jumping from limb to limp, and frizzing the hair on her head. Every smaller hair on her body was singed, if not entirely burnt off. Blackened marks riddled her flesh now with burns ranging anywhere from first to third degree. That particular pain, however, remained unfelt. The only thing she could not stand was the paralysis that wrackled her body with seizure-like spasms and inability. I can't move.. Damn it all.. With her head pressed hard against the cold floor, she counted her breaths, drawing them out longer, pressing the discomfort from her mind.
I cannot fail. This is unacceptable. ... "This... is..." She began, grunting, fighting with every possible bit of strength remaining in her death-tasting muscles. "This... is... unacceptable!" The final word was yelled as loudly as she could manage. Her escaping air being the urge she needed to force herself upwards. The rope around her neck snapped her back down, threatening to break her neck in the process. She flailed hard, the ropes straining to control her. She was an enraged animal, and even the sudden rush of rifles pointed at her was not enough to cease her madness.
She pulled back briefly, then lurched forwards, ramming her head into the glass that contained the floating creature. The glass cracked, spider-webbing out further and further over the rounded surface. Bits of the shards fell from their places, the greenish fluid beginning to gush out over her, making the electricity jump in power even as the button remained unpushed.
"Cease this! You're breaking it!"
"Stop!"
"Halt!"
"Knock it off, or we'll fire!"
"Where is Blaine? All hands here now!"
"-She killed him, you idiot! Get your own gun!"
"Someone call the lieutenant!"
"Shoot her! Shoot her now!"
"..She's not stopping!"
"No choice! Fire at will!"
One more retraction, and another lurch, and she slammed her head into the containment once more, the glass slicing deep creases into her forehead and scalp. The rush of draining fluid gave the sensation of drowning, forcing her backwards, yanking her neck hard on her restraint, pulling her to the ground in a crumbling motion.
Two shots rang out, the first soldier missing his mark and hitting with a metallic echo the creature that had tumbled from its floating perch to rest limply, lifelessly on the blackened base of the structure. Its toothed head was nearest Ky's own head as she laid in the greenish fluid which soaked her clothing and hair. A pool of her own blood mixed with the green around her. The second shot had hit her, right in her stomach. The inexperienced soldier had missed her vital organs, and she would live, but the world for her was fading.
"..the hell.. are you.." Kyrea questioned through her gritted teeth and hazy vision, gasping in a raspy voice. Even in this horrid moment, her eerie seriousness and lack of emotion remained to such a degree, that it was as if she understood nothing of what was going on. She remained oblvious to her own circumstance. Or.. more likely... she enjoyed every moment of it. The pain, the suffering.. She could feel it all, and she lavished in it.
Blue eyes 'blinked' into life as the labored voice was given recognition, the glow of them being the glow of a birth anew. Its head tilted slightly, staring deeply into the wounded, captured pilot's eyes. The rope around her neck, her wrists, her ankles, her thighs.. Was this human-creature treated as he was? Captured, restrained? The hate in her.. He could feel it. It was so powerful, so soul-consuming..
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 3:07 pm
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
The Quest, Phase Four... The shifting and grinding of the black creature's mechanisms rattled out into the room, the greenish fluid draining from his armored segments and off his sleek exterior. Even as the afterglow from his 'birth' faded, markings of the long-dead Zodian race began to appear down his legs, on his tail, and across his face. They made his shadow-wrung body eerily brilliant, the ancient letters slowly beginning to glow brighter as strength began to filter through his systems and awaken him once more.
This was not his home. This was not anything he remembered. These people, and their weapons.. they were not of the one he followed so many years ago. What day was this? What year? It angered him further to realize that his past was dead, that this was a new life now haunted with flashes of historical times that nobody now would know or understand. His markings began to pulse, glowing brighter until the light spilled out over his blackened armor. His blue eyes swirled in his dark thoughts, blood-lust curdling his senses and desires. His heavily clawed feet shifted farther and his long heavy tail swung out behind him, granting him his naturally haunched posture and carefully judged balance. That spaded tail thrashed, and his metallic maw opened. His teeth glinted in the dim light that now filled the room as a roar shook the hearts of all. It caused the very walls to tremble. The anger, the hate, the pure revenge that tainted that roar threatened death the instant its echo faded. Life would fade with his voice, and he would enjoy it.
The soldiers' hands shivered, their grasp on their weapons slacking. The clatter of metal barrels upon ground struck the suddenly silent room as two had the sense to drop their guns and run for safety. The organoid, as it had proven to be, lowered his head, a low gutteral hissing sound following after the retreating footsteps. It seemed in a flash he was gone from Kyrea's side, those razor-sharp teeth seeking flesh; human flesh. He aimed low, grabbing a soldier's leg and jerking upwards. Fabric, muscle, and bone tore at once in that instance, his maw being stained now in a crimson coating. Human shrieks filled the air, swallowed and silenced by the exapansiveness of the vaulted cieling above.
It took no more warning for the others to scramble, fighting each other to reach the door first and leave his own allies to be eaten alive by the vicious creature who was enjoying himself with the liquid-warmth that spilled from the leg of the one he took down.
Kyrea was motionless, her wounds and electrical injuries having paraylzed her in both pain and simple inability. Her muscles couldn't work; the electrical pulses needed to retract and extend them made useless by the power of the net she had been entrapped in. However, one cold blue eye was open, watching the organoid destroy and pit the enemy one against another. It was glory.. It was like a hazy dream. A choking, gasping sound erupted from her throat in fits of air, but it was nothing of the sort. A laughter of pure evil made her lips pull upwards in a smile and part to allow the noise through. A vicious, nightmareish smile.
The room was quickly empty, save the organoid and Kyrea. In his dark soul, the organoid had decided to throw the half-alive body of the soldier towards his allies, knocking many of them over in terrified shrieks and heated curses. From the pair of dorsal structures which stretched from his back, expansive bat-like wings unfolded. The pinions glinted, still damp from fluid of his chamber. His chest-plate opened as he turned back to the girl, his savage swirl to his deep blue eyes not yet gone. Would it ever be gone? Perhaps that's who he was.. what he was.. Kyrea lusted for such a feeling that reflected her own truths. Her deepest, darkest secrets were here, and personified in a mechanical being whose personality was even more obvious that the Jager's which she had so well bonded.
Inside his chest, it was hallow. No heart, no organs. No soul. The depth that she saw there made her imagine an eternity of falling; alone, desperate, awaiting death. Even she paused. Even the girl who functioned so well under the thought of others suffering paused at the sight and feeling that surrounded this creature so heavily. It was suffocating. The need for revenge strangled all of her senses. But, while it well could have killed any normal pilot, the feeling awakened her hatred in a new level far beyond that she had ever felt. Her eyes closed, but it wasn't darkness that she saw. The images of blood, of death, of her family dying right before her eyes flashed behind her eyelids. This organoid made her feel weak. He brought back everything she had tried to forget. And this, he could feel. Her agony was his own. They shared it all, and dwelled upon grudges so old that the sands of time were burried deeply in the desert of the universe.
Coils of wound wires crept out of the organoid's black interior, the image that of something like a tentacled monster reaching out to grab its victim and eat it alive. But Kyrea's eyes remained closed, her past flickering by like a movie in her mind, making her shudder and convulse in more than just her current pool of pain. The bundled coils curled around her wrists, her legs, her waist, her shoulders. The heavy clank of his footsteps brought him closer, his piercing teeth cutting the ropes which bound her to the piping and floor of the room. The coils completely overwhelmed her form, leaving her face alone free of covering. Her head, chest, waist, neck, and hands were all hidden beneath the tightly curled black wires, and by this, the organoid lifted her slowly from the pool of greenish fluid, blood, and charred flesh she had remained in during the last of the chaos. He brought her to him, tucking the human girl inside himself, and shutting the chest plate with the snapping sound of a lock. She was his now. Those who differed in opinion would die.
The organoid's head was lowered and gingerly tilted like a bird might, as if focusing upon the feeling of a real heart beating within his chest. The revenge which seeped up through his systems because of the hateful girl in him offered him a tension of power that poured through his mechanisms. These feelings were the blood that pumped his nonexistant heart and fueled his dark, disturbing soul. Slowly, that intense power manifested into flame within his boosters. He looked upwards towards the vaulted cieling, considering only for a moment his choice of escape. A blast of the boosters with wings partially tucked to protect them from damage sent him spiraling upwards in a shadow of a blur, hitting the cieling above hard enough to explode through it, and emerge in the safety of the night above.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 6:48 pm
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
The Quest, Phase Five... Am I dead?
She opened her eyes, but all she saw was darkness. The feeling of the world having closed in on her was physically crushing, and hellish thoughts rampaged through her mind. Everything around her was dark, enclosed. There was no sensation. There was no life. She shuddered heavily, her mind feeling as if it had slipped from all need for the living. But, at that convulsive motion, pain rushed through her senses, jerking her conciousness.
I'm not dead... Where am I?
Kyrea couldn't move. Her limps, her body, her head, everything was held tightly still, and whatever held her was crushingly powerful against her battle-weakened body. The black void that was this world slowly fazed away as her eyes drooped and closed, falling into a deep sleep that made time irrelevant.
It could have been seconds, hours, or years later when she awoke again. She blinked heavily, fighting the fog that hazed her vision. She was on her back on the cool dirt ground looking up into the deep night sky. The moonlight seemed more pale than before. Sunrise was on the horizon, casting dirty streaks of pastel colors around the contours of the canyon's ridges. The night sky would only last a short while more, and somehow that seemed important. The darkness was her cover, and within enemy territory she must..... Was she still in enemy territory? Nothing looked familiar..
Kyrea shifted, the feeling of blood pooling atop her chest giving her a need to sit up, to not fall asleep again. Every muscle, every inch of her body screamed in protest of such a movement, and her head swirled in a dizziness that threatened to steal her conciousness once more. She quickly faded when the gravity rushed the blood away from her head, but before she hit the ground, a cool, hard surface nudged her back, sitting her up again and allowing her to lean against it.
"Jager? You found me here.. I must be more out of it than I thought.. I didn't even hear your approach." Kyrea muttered, her voice strangely friendly. Her pain, her agony, had pushed her anger aside briefly. Her need for assistance was great, and with no humans around, she was assured her privacy when being unlike her distant-hearted self. However, the cruel hiss that shuddered behind her made her body stall. Hell no.. That thing.. That thing followed her? No, it must have brought her here. But, why?
"You.. The organoid from the ruins. You saved my life?" Kyrea wasn't physically able to turn and look back at the black organoid. She paused, her expression darkening to a degree that most would run from. "Why? You had to have a reason."
A hiss was her only reply, but it quickly dissolved into a gurgling growl as the cold metallic nose rubbed the back of her neck, sneaking beneath her long ponytail. Darkness, hate, nightmares, agony, and revenge all washed through her nervous system at the very touch of the organoid. It set alive in her the flame that occasionally calmed, lighting it ablaze all over again and with more passion than she could ever dream. The result was energy. Pure, dark energy. Although there was no realistic way it could possibly heal her deep wounds, it caressed her soul and gave it further life to live.
"By Zi..." She gasped, gagging slightly at the remnants of her own clotted blood that had collected in the back of her throat. "You.. you and I?"
A growl answered her, and a very heavy metallic black tail, traced with strange ancient Zodian markings, curled around her, holding her in a way she would forbid with the very threads of her life. Nobody could touch her with such affection.. But this affection was different. It was affection that needed her hate, her boiling rage that was furthered everyday. It fed off of her revenge. That was its source of food, it seemed. It would leech its energy off of her, taunting her emotions from afar to spike them, and make her writhe in impossible amounts of hellish thoughts.
She would never be alone again.
"I can feel your power. I can feel your hate, your revenge. Why do you share these feelings with me?" Kyrea's voice turned almost childish, her fears rampaging through her mind, set free by the organoid who now controlled the door to her darkest horrors. She couldn't escape them now. This creature had released all that she had worked so hard to hide from.
She paused, however, a maniacle grin creasing her features with devilish intentions. "You will give me an edge... You are the edge." His name was set, then. Edge. The edge of fear, the edge of battle, the edge of all things that brushes terror onto others. He was the edge of the cliff between sanity and insanity, and he had damn near pushed Kyrea over.
Kyrea gasped suddenly, turning herself over with a gulp for air. "I... I need help.."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 8:35 pm
Republican Pilot - Kyrea Sakashi
The Quest, Phase Six...
It was rare to see her in such a state as to need to gasp out a need for assistance. That admittance alone was enough to make her growl her hatred. She listened to no one, respected no one. Her title as first lieutenant was false, in all honesty. She was granted that rank simply because her father was general and if she had been placed in the lower ranks, she would have killed off those who outranked her. She obeyed nobody. That was her problem. She had, in her earliest years, learned great respect for her elders, but the moment she sat herself down in the cockpit of the Blade Liger Mirage, it was as if none of those useless wimps mattered anymore. Her father trained her, nurtured her growing power. Having watched her siblings and her mother die right in front of her, she already owned a black void in place of a soul. Her heart had shrunk four sizes. She wasn't a little girl anymore. By age twelve, she was twenty. By now, she had been through enough to easily place her in her fifties.
Nobody understood why she yelled, why she commanded things that sounded obnoxious and egotistical. They hadn't seen what she had seen, and now it seemed that the only one who understood her was the organoid who towered over her, his body wrapped so tightly, yet so gingerly that it seemed as though hate and love were the same. Kyrea couldn't understand this. She simply couldn't grasp it. With all the things she had learned, there was much she had missed. Her childhood remained unlived, and thus all she knew was war and fighting. Was there truely more to the world than that? How could there be? Humankind thrived on anger and power. Could their be facets to the human race that didn't hinge on such things?
"Sakashi to base... Sakashi to base.. Come in. Over." Kyrea's grip was weak, but she forced down the side button of her belt-clipped communicator, holding it close to her mouth to avoid the interruption of her gasps.
"Republican base reporting. Lieutenant Sakashi, this is Strider. What do you need? Over." A young male's voice crackled over the system, his tone noticably concerned.
"I'm down. I need medics immediatly. Send unit C to...." She winced, gritting her teeth against a molten surge of anger from the realization that she had no idea where the black mechanical dragon had brought her. "Correction. Send rescue team four. My location is unknown. Last known area was the Imperial target operation. Over."
"Sending rescue team four immediatly. To be dispatched in five minutes. Hang in there, Lieutenant. Over."
Kyrea groaned, rolling her deep, clouded blue eyes. To have the pity of a lacky made her want to crawl under a rock. Such feelings, however, were swiftly leeched from her system, making her mind whirl with clearer anger and less embarrassment and disgust. Sharp pricks of metal teeth dug lightly into her shoulder, the shadow-wrung organoid keeping her awake with light pains set into her tender flesh. "Ah.. Ow.. Damnit, get off me..." She snarled, but a rumbling hiss vibrated through their connection, forcing her to quiet. He had her life in his mouth, and he knew it. "Edge.. stop.. Damn you.. Ah!" He squeezed harder the more she fussed, threatening her existance with a tweak of his jaw hinge. His spaded tail curled up around her, pulling her tightly to his side, gurgling growls unending.
The damp fog of morning difted over the placid ground like a stalking beast awaiting its prey to lose conciousness. The moisture dimmed visibility to the point seeing was pointless. Edge had no problem, however. His sensors disregarded such things. Optical Camoflauge, Smoke Dischargers. All were pointless. He had animal instincts imbedded in his systems. Sight was only one of many means around camoflauge. Bloody streaks in the sky above took over the darkness, setting it aflame with daylight. It wouldn't be long now that this mission would be over.
Everytime her eyes closed, pain ruptured her skin, edging into her blood fire anew to struggle beneath. Edge was merciless, even to the one he showed what may be love. Was it love? What is love? Her eyes fluttered open, her breathing growing more shallow. She wouldn't die. She knew that. Edge's watch over her was so guardingly protective that dying wasn't an option to him. He was as focused as she, he was as hateful as she. She entrusted her life to him.
Rattling sounded in the distance, the mist blanket that hung low over the ground puffed out beneath each of the rescue zoid's footsteps. What it was, was never clear. The ground shook as if it was an Elefander, but Ky lacked the knowledge of any Elefander's on the Republican team. Perhaps it was just the intense throbbing of her head as she laid there on her back with Edge's grip keeping her in the material world.
However, as the rescue team pair departed the cockpit of their zoid, they were stopped dead in their tracks by the furious growl which edged the organoid's throat. He slowly unwrapped himself from Kyrea whose body was nearly cold from bloodloss and her various wounds, mental and physical. Edge stood over the girl, his tail lashing at the air side-to-side in a silent threat. His blue eyes gleamed with protectiveness, his mouth ajar to show his bone-piercing fangs.
"Holy crap.. What is that thing?" Both medics hesitated, glancing at each other than slowly back towards the organoid.
"I.. I have no idea. I've never seen anything like it." The other had a foldable stretcher in his hands, but he let it rest on the ground. He couldn't get close enough to use it. That was for certain.
(TBC)
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