bad liger

Hi everyone this is my first fanfic so be nice and please review.... I don't own zoids or anything so don't sue or anything...well hope u like it.

Ages Bit and Lena: seniors Jamie: sophomore Brad: out of high school Doc: um ...old?

Bad liger "Hey guys are you excited about going back to school tomorrow?" asked doc. "So are ya?" snickers brad Jamie, Bit and Lena scowl at them. "Shut up brad, "yelled Lena "just because you don't have to go doesn't mean you can make fun of us. We can still kick your butt." ***************************************************************** "Breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Jamie. About 3 seconds later Lena and Bit came tearing into the kitchen. Jamie though 'all those two every think about is either food or zoids' and sighs. "yummmmmm.. Jamie you are such a good cook" "Thanks but hurry up we only have 20 min to get to school and we still have to drive there" "Ok we're done " As they walked though the hanger they all said good-bye to their zoids. They then hoped into the jeep and took off towards the city. On they way, since they did not want to be recognized as the Blitz team people they decided to make up names. Lena became Tina, Bit became Wit, and Jamie became Sammie (A/n their school only uses last names, I know this would never work but just go with it.) When they got to school they parked the car and ran into school. Somehow they all managed to get to class on time When the teachers read the roll call when they came to ..Cloud...Toros ..Hiemeros. . in any class the rest of the class turned to look at either Bit ,Lena or Jamie. They always pretended not to realize what the people were wondering about. ***************************************************************** Back at the base liger was wondering were Bit went. He started to growl and soon doc came in. "roarrrrrr "

"What? Liger are you talking to me? Oh wow this is sooo cool"

'growlllllllllll"

"No, im sorry but I can't let you out with out a pilot"

"GROWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"

"Ok give me a minute to open the door. Don't get violent. goooooooood liger." As soon as the door was open liger ran out and headed towards town. ***************************************************************** By the end of the day all the blitz team members had made friends and no one knew that they were zoid warriors. After the last bell of the day Jamie, Lena and Bit met up to head home. They all introduced their new friends to each other. AS they were leaving Bit asked "hey what's going on over there, in that huge crowd?" everyone shrugged and they all started to head over. As they were pushing their way through they heard "ah"s and "wow"s and "omigod"s. Bit's new friend Zach,who was really tall and could see over the crowd, started to stutter "ooo w-w-w-ow i-i-i-ts a realllllll zoid!" Bit replyed "WHAT? i though zoids were not allowed inside the city because there is not enough room?" "They aren't. Weird, the pilot of this one is not answering to the police and won't show him self." Just then a roar rang out "ROARRRRRRRRRR" Bit yelled "LIGER???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and everyone that heard him turned to look at him but he did not pay attention and started to push through the crowds. When he finally got to the front he just stood their dumbstruck. Their was the liger 0 lounging like it was sun bathing. "LIGER!" Bit shouted at that liger immediately stood up. Bit started to walk over to liger when the police stopped him. "Sorry sir but you can't get any closer. This zoid and his pilot are not cooperating with us and so we don't know what they want or are planning on doing." By now Bit was annoyed "look, officer, im sorry, but right now I have to go AND YELL AT LIGER!"

"What?"

"Im ligers pilot and he was just worried about me and so he came looking for me. Right partner?"

"Growl"

" Yup I was right. Now if you don't mind im going to go and explain some things to liger" The confused policeman let Bit pass.

"Liger what are you doing here?"

"Growl"

"I DON"T CARE how worried you get. I HAVE to go to school"

Sad sounding "roar"

"oooo liger im sorry"

"Roar" "sniff"

"Really partner. I'm sorry for getting so angry"

"Snarl"

"WHAT! You have to forgive me!" Liger then went over to the jeep. He then sat down on it and crushed it. All the time not facing Bit. "LIGER HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!!!"

"roarhahahahaha"

"Liger this is not a laughing matter. You should be ashamed of yourself. "

"Roar"

"Don't you take that tone with me"

"ROAR"

" Well I don't care if I DO sound like your mother. You deserve this talk. I have been way too flexible with you. Now go apologize to Lena and Jamie. Ok?"

"Roar"

"Good" The liger then went over to Lena and Jamie and said something. Since the car was totaled because of him, liger agreed to bring home Bit along with Lena and Jamie. So with that everyone got into the cockpit of liger and liger started to race home. Everyone at school was left staring. ****************************************************************** At dinner that night.... "So how do you guys plan on explaining everything to everybody tomorrow?" asked Brad." I mean I heard liger had a bit of a tantrum today hahahaha" "SHUT UP BRAD!!!!!!' everyone yelled

So how did you like it? Please review. I'll accept any review, but helpful reviews are welcomed most. Well I hoped you liked it. bye

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bad liger by tipi


Partying with Pansies

**PLEASE READ BEFORE STORY!!!!!exclamation point!! **Meet Anna and Miranda, two characters in the Zoids world who are pretty much Wolfie and Batty themselves, but with a few minor exaggerations. This is not the first story that we are introduced, but more of a prelude to what you will be probably seeing alot of. Hopefully. Maybe. Parcheesi. ANYWAY, this story was written by, muah, Batty as a Christmas gift for Wolfie. R+R's are totally encouraged. **Warning: This story does contain minute traces of alcohol. Please read responsibly.**

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A: *sneaks up behind Miranda and throws confetti while blowing a party whistle and dancing around Miranda*

M:*continues working by setting boxes on the floor like Anna isnt there*

A: *says in a sing song voice* Stop your work, its party time!

M: *looks at the ceiling in a contempt manner* I dont feel the need to ask.

A: *droops party whistle in mouth* Well, fine, I will then.

M:*continues work as previously*

A: How would you like to be invited to my party?

M: *looks back up in an unphased fashion* Anna, when have I ever accepted one of your party invitations?

A: That one time you came to my door dressed as a cop.

[[ flashback of Anna opening a door, lights and rave music blaring inside. Miranda is standing in full cop uniform. Anna's face drops and eyes anime tear runs down the side of her head ]]

M: That was the only time I have ever, and will ever accept another it doesn't stop you from trying does it? *returns to work*

A: *lowers to Miranda's level* What would you do if I told you Karl was going to be there?

M: *sounds of breaking glass and stops immediate work as she gets up and stares at Anna* HA! *pokes Anna in the chest* I give you points for even trying that one on me!

A: *looks confused but smiles* Why would I even try when Im telling thetruth?

M: *narrows eyes and smiles* Even I would be more willing to accept a meager invitation to a party that Karl Schubaltz ever would!

A: As a tailor would say, suit yourself. Besides, I already cleared it with head table. *begins walking away with hands in pockets*

M: *runs after Anna and stops her* No, you didnt

.A: *looks both ways and nods* Yes, I did.

M: Anna, I'M *points to chest* part of "head table".

A: *slightly pushes Miranda aside by poking finger in chest and smiles* Majority rules, my friend.

M: *as Anna begins walking away again, Miranda sighs and looks back at the ceiling. She hurries after Anna* Are you being serious, Anna? This party is mandatory?

A: *stops and gets a happy lazy expression* It isn't mandatory, but it would be loads of fun. Besides, I haven't even told you the occasion why I'm throwing a party..

M: *goes white* There...There is an occasion? You actually have a reason?

A: *smiles big* Oh yeeeaaa, there's a reason.*begins to walk away*

M: *catches Anna by the shoulder with a death grip* What is this occasion?

A: *nonchalantly looks back* Will you come?

M: *rolls eyes* I have to know what the occasion is first.

A:*faces Miranda* Okay, get this *makes hand gestures* The Empire has been having an influx of industrial activity. Seems we are going into another 'industrial revolution' of some sort. A 'boom' in financial aspects and war affairs. Since things seem to be in our favor, we-

M:*crosses arms and looks suspicious* How in the world did you find this out?

A: I'm getting to that. But anyway, since things are playing out for us, our side of the field is being benefitted. Were getting these new hot off the market zoids. Only those even above us know what kind of potential and capabilities they wield. [[ at the mention of this, Miranda dilated her eyes in interest ]] But good ol' Anna has overheard these zoids might even have the imitation technology inspired by that unadulterated, original power the Globally three helped create. [[ as she finished that, she wrapped her arm around Miranda and squeezed it gently ]]

M: *dazed at the immense power she could wield*

A: *smiles and pushes up glasses*

M: *blinks* Wait, so youre throwing a party because...?

A: Oh yea, I forgot! *claps hands* I was walking by the office last week and heard them talking. I just had to eavesdrop. They were talking about this industrial boom and these new Zoids and how the Empire could really make an impact return and recovery. It all sounded wonderful, until they said that since it took so much effort and patience in making these new zoids, that only a select few of our army would receive them. [[ Miranda's heart dropped ]] They wanted to come up with a fair way to distribute the zoids in a fashion were it would be both rewarding and progressive. One half of the room said to battle for them, while the other half said that that wasnt progressive at all. So, that's when I stepped in [[ Miranda's eyes widened ]] and suggested a party. I reasoned it being around Christmas, there would be no need to evenly plot these new zoids, everyone had a fair enough chance to operate and respect them. I think the logic that really got them stirring was that I said they were already the Guylos', why fight over the same food when were all being fed,-

M: But how does this justify anythi-

A: I'm holding a contest!

M: *face palms and grunts* Why didnt you just say that in the first place instead of party? *looks at Anna with a peevish glare feeling mortified*

A: Because a party holding a contest is sure to even drag viewers like you around! *playfully nudges Miranda*

M: *sighs* So, what kind of contest *waves hands at the mention of the word* is Ms. Convincing having?

A: *cups hands together and bites lip* A costume contest!

M: *narrows eyes and stares at Anna* A costume contest?

A: Mhmm! A contest featuring costumes! But its not for best dressed, its for most originality. Randomness, eccentricity! Whoever wins the vote gets a zoid!

M: *looks aside* And how many-

A: Five! *opens arms*

M: *lifts eyebrows* Five winners for five zoids apiece? They should have just kept the goshdarn things if the number was going to be that minimal! *crosses arms and gets an angry expression*

A: So, are we coming? *nudges Miranda continuously while gleaming*

M: Yes! Ok! Fine! I'll go! *shoves Anna away gently* It's practically a free zoid anyway if you're giving them out.

A: *cups hands again and gleams* Alright, there are a few rules.

M: *looks with interest*

A: Rule One- Your attire must show some representation of the Empire. Rule two- If you have the same costume as anyone else, you along with the other person will not make it into the finals. So like I saidoriginality counts! The party is not even Christmas themed, so come as whatever you want. A demon, a vampire, a Slim Jim, I dont care! And Rule three and may I add is my favorite and most important rule, Have enough fun to where it makes me ashamed! *hugs Miranda*

M: *slightly sets hand on Anna's back and then pries her off* A: *looks at Miranda with a smile and walks off with her*

M: Did you come up with these rules? A: Yes, I did, aren't you proud?M: *unenthusiastic voice with a hidden smile* I'm ecstatic.

A: Oh yea, Party starts at seven tonight!

~*[[[ Later that evening the following events happened ]]]*~

M: *knocks on the door to the administration lobby* [[ a grinning female dressed in formal Guylos fashion wrapped in bubble wrap answers her knock]]

M: I presume this is the party?[[ the bubble wrapped woman bowed and showed Miranda in ]]

M: *casually steps in and glances at the lady who let her in* What are you dressed as?[[ the lady shrugs and chuckles, "I'm supposed to be entertainment" she answers ]]

M: *chortles* Hey, I hope that lands you in the contest. That's very cute.

[[ the woman returns Miranda a comment on her costume. She thanks the lady, dismisses herself with a nod and quickly side steps. Miranda surveyed her surroundings. The room was abnormally large for an administration office.. It may have well been mistaken for a palace. The walls were cream colored and had monumental pillars holding the immense roof. Red and gold carpets that flaunted foreign accents graced the feet of everyone in the room. A marvelous swirling black stair case connected to on either side of railed balcony on the way to the ceiling. Ferns, philodendrons and other office plants snaked from ornamental glistening vases and caught the eye of some exotic looking guests with even more alien stood amidst a conglomerate of guised officials, soldiers and people that appeared to be of higher relevance even through silly masks and capes. She even thought she saw Prozen, with his bangs dyed green and his face painted to look like an insect. She spotted Karl in a near left corner chatting to several other individuals. He swishes a glass of golden liquid and they laugh ]]

M: Karl! [[ Karl spins around on heel to attend the address. He excuses his audience and makes his way to Miranda ]]

K: *sips his beverage* Hehe, nice costume. *points at Miranda's attire*

M: *looks over her own costume* I'm glad you think so.

K: *thumps his glass as if to stir it up* Yours is by far the coolest one. I do admit, I like that girl's bubble wrap idea. *he pointed off at the girl* I think you two have a nice chance of winning.

M: *crosses arms and begins to wonder about Karl's unnaturally nice attitude* Yea well, not so much for you. You're dressed in your usual uniform with this pink tutu over it. If you didnt have that on, they probably wouldn't have let you in the door.

K: *shrugs* Hey, this came up on short notice. I didnt really have time to organize a proper winning ensemble. But who knows, maybe Ill steal the show. *he lets out a small laugh and holds his glass to lips and drinks*

M: So, where did you get the tutu on such short notice? *small smiles*

K: *gulps and nearly chokes on his golden beverage* Well, its, um-

[[ a door on the balcony swings open and all goes silent. A silhouette with a top hat and a cane gradually steps forth into the light. It is Anna in a dark purple over coat, dressed entirely in black underneath, silver chains on her pants and an overlarged black top hat was shadowing her face. In the right light, her makeup could be noticed. She wore pale foundation as obnoxious reds and oranges along with black - some colors of the Empire - adorned her eyes. Glitter was almost everywhere on her. She swings her cane -that has a decent sized silver Guylos dragon sigil as the tip- around as she goes down the stairs, elegantly nodding and smiling to anyone who met her eye. She ceased her movement at the end of the stairs. She tilted her top hat to give everyone a proper observation. ]]

A: I am the Mad Chocolatier, the Willy Wonka meets Mad Hatter. The Hostess of this fine gala. I hope you all dressed for occasion *looks around* because there will be five *holds up five fingers* finalists to five new zoids that can be yours. We will all have a democratic resolution to the winners. And before we begin this festive, I would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas *everyone nodded at this gesture*, and without further adue, *reaches into pockets and pulls out a chocolate bar* I demand that we all *breaks the chocolate bar*have fun. Let the party officially start! *colored lights swing around the room as music plays. Anna bites her candy bar and swivels her hips while balancing on her cane* [[ there is clapping, jubilance, clinking glasses and other noises representing a well developed party ]]

K: *lifts eyebrows, spit takes the air and laughs* Some partner you have, Miranda. Some partner indeed.

M: *backs away a little out of his golden liquid's range* Yea, Karl. Some partner I have indeed. [[ Miranda's suspicions were confirmed. Karl wasmore than likely a little tipsy. She watches as Anna makes her way through the crowd, dropping random bits of chocolate in people's beverages saying things like, "Here you go", "Chocolate for your tea?" , "Here's you alittle something something" and, Miranda's favorite "Enjoy". Anna finally made it to Miranda's area and looked galvanized ]]

A: Miranda! So glad you came!

M: *looks aside in what was ironically Karl's direction* I had to..

A: *pokes Miranda with the end of her cane* You didnt HAVE to do anything!M: *sets the cane down* You know this Power Ranger costume can be used for kicking ass too...

A: *pokes Miranda again with the cane* Which is exactly why youre coming to the finals with me!

M: What? *looks amazed* A: *leans over and wraps an arm around Miranda* See this Miranda? *scans hand around the room* How many other costumes do you see as awesome as ours?

M: *follows Anna's hand* I thought the costumes were graded on originality.

A: *steps back and leans on cane* Well of course they are. But alot of these people are sticking with the old cliche of costumes. None are really exciting and new. But how many people do you see dress as a collaboration of two of their favorite movies or even a power ranger? Noone studies those things anymore, its all about getting into the scene and letting others shrug off at first impressions.

M: *blinks* You just made absolutely no sense.

A: *blinks in return while smiling* The point is, our costumes are genuine. We didn't just throw something together. We dressed because we LIKED our costumes, not just to win these zoids.

M: *looks around* You know, that would mean something to me if I didnt look at the fact this is a costume party with a contest. We DRESSED to win, because otherwise Karl would not be walking around in a tutu. *she withheld a hand in Karl's direction*

A: *gazes in that direction* Wow, I never saw that coming.

K: *turns around showing off his refilled glass* Anna!

A: *chuckles and looks around uncertainly* Karl...?

K: *hugs her* You so have my -hic- vote!

A: *widens eyes while wrapping arms around Karl* Yea, well, thank you.

K: *withdraws and looks at Miranda* Miranda! When did you get here?

M: *dilates eyes like an owl*

K: *hugs Miranda and whispers in ear* Imma -hic- vote for you too! -hic- But dont tell anyone![[ while Karl is embracing Miranda, Anna and her stare each other in the eyes and gleam like they were the only ones clothed in a crowd of naked people. They try to hold back laughter.. ]]

A: *leans forward on cane* Hey Karl, how would you like to be in the finals?

K: *lets go of Miranda and spills some of his glass* Really?

A: *shrugs* Yea, your costume has potential. Simple, yet effective. Better than alot of these others Ive seen.

K: *swaggers around* Gee, Miranda,-hic- oh, excuse me I mean Anna. That'd be fantastic! Hey look! *points atop the balcony* There's a -hic- thing on the roof! *leans on Miranda* I'll protect you! [[ Miranda and Anna turn facing the way Karl was pointing. Staypuff had just exited the doorway and was looking around for her masters. She scanned high and low, and left to right. Miranda whistled and Anna waved. Staypuff saw her owners and bound for them. Everyone parted ways for the blue organoid and made satisfying nods at her ]]

A: Nice costume Staypuff!

M: Yes, nice costume, Sapphire. *at the mention of the word, she narrowed her eyes at Anna trying to correct her*[[ Staypuff growled in appreciation. She had Anna's bat winged cape around her neck and two red splats on her neck, suggesting it was a recent bite mark ]]

A: Oh I wish I could put you in the finalists, but I cant. *she laid a consolating hand on Staypuff's head and stroked her. They both laughed*[[ Staypuff tilted her head at Karl. Miranda was holding him up. He was transfixed in a stare at something across the room]]

M: *snickers* Yes, Karl is dressed as a drunk man.

A: I think he originally intended to give the impression of something else. [[ Anna and Miranda both picked up on the hint and laughed. Shortly after their laughter and Karl trying to regain composure as well as dignity the doors Miranda entered burst open. At the very moment, the song changed over head and everyone was listening to 'Venga Boys-Boom Boom Boom Boom'. In the doorway, two contestants stood side by side, one dressed in a red and black sailor scout outfit and the other in a large pink 'My Little Pony' hoodiecostume that had a Guylos dragon sigil on the flank. They walk in the room under a celebratory fashion trance and stand right in the middle of the room to strike a pose. Anna and Miranda are left in awe. Karl has disappeared. The two mystery guests are still bedazzling everyone in the room with their attire. After a few seconds of taking in what just happened, Anna and Miranda realize that the two contestants are male. Almost immediately after their realization, the sailor scout announces to everyone (with a voice that actually surprised quite a few attendants at the discovery of their sex was not as it should have been) as he looks around. "I am Sailor Bitlick. This is my steed- Gibbonsheart! And were here to win! This seemed to excite everyone in the room. ]]

A: *squeezes through the tight mess of people* Hello, Sailor Bitlick *she narrows her eyes at who is Major Wayde Bitlick and produces a smile* It seems you two have pleasing costumes in order.

M: *nudges in past everyone Anna came through and initially glares at who is Captain Chase Gibbons in a pony suit*

SB: Who are you supposed to be? *he sets his hands on his hips as if he is getting into character*

A: *seems taken aback* I'm the Mad chocolatier, the hostess of this fine party YOU and your pet are attending.

[[ Miranda pushes Anna aside an inch and steps into the center with Bitlick and Gibbons ]]

M: *small smiles* Seems you have no competition here, Anna *looks over Sailor Bitlick and then at Gibbonsheart* So, lets not get so sure of ourselves, Sailor Scout, that your going to have a new toy by the end of the day. I think your pony is plenty. [[ the two men in costumes seem to be shocked at this comment from an officer who should show respect as well as be respected. All was quite as the colored lights strobed around the room and the music played as raucous as ever.]]

A: *looks from side to side and smiles while unwrapping a chocolate bar* Well, then...may the Party carry on! [[ the crowd seemed to move in closer now to the two effeminate men saying things like 'You've got my vote' and other comments of the sort. Anna paused in middair from biting the chocolate and looked around the room. She blinked and set her candy aside ]]

A: I can't believe it. Being outvoted by a couple of pricks. Maybe the final party rule should have been you have to put a costume on your attitude as well...

M: *shrugs* Hey, you were the one wanting the party. *takes Anna's chocolate bar, bites it and hands it back to her*

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Partying with Pansies by Wolfs-bats-and stories-oh my


Karl's Prayer for the Soldiers

Karl's Prayer for the Soldiers

Luineraugwen: This is my first attempt at this king of fic. The prayer is kind of amusing but the bits in between aren't. I don't care what you think of it or if I flames. Just review when you're done and let me know. I don't know whether Karl sounds a bit out of character in this fic. This has a bit of swearing in it. I don't think the name is very good either.

Disclaimer: I don't own Karl Shubaltz, Zoids, any of the characters mentioned from the anime or the so called prayer used in this fic. I found it at my mum's work and decided to copy it. The writer is unknown to me but thanks any way to whoever wrote it.

Luineraugwen: Words typed in _* italics *_ are the prayer.

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_* Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change *_

Karl stood in the middle of a battlefield. The motionless bodies of Zoids and soldiers littered the rocky ground. He had seen many battles end like this, the enemy totally wiped out. He knew he couldn't have changed or prevented what happened because he couldn't destroy the Deathstinger alone. He still blamed himself for what happened but he knew he needed to accept it. This was a war after all and in wars, there are always fatalities.

_* The courage to change the things I cannot accept *_

He had in some way changed the things he couldn't accept. He ordered the men to withdraw from battle as many of them were injured from Hiltz's minions; He had save some of the soldiers from both the Imperial and Republican armies from meaningless death. They would live to fight another day. He knew that they would take revenge for the lost lives of their comrades.

* _And the wisdom of hide the bodies of those people I had to kill today because they pissed me off _*

He would help the soldiers bury the people they had found dead.. There were more than just the soldiers. Hiltz had destroyed a small town when he had fired on the oncoming soldiers. Not that the bastard had cared. Karl asked the innocent souls that would be left to wander Zi for their forgiveness because he had failed to protect them from the Deathstinger. He had failed one of the codes he went by. Always protect the civilians. He didn't bother to ask for forgiveness from Hiltz's minions because 1] they deserved what they got and 2] they had pissed him off and that looped into the first reason.

*_ And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on today as they may be connected to the ass that I may have to kiss tomorrow _*

If he wanted to live to see the Deathstinger destroyed, he'd have to be careful like any other soldier. Being a soldier himself, he could be called on at any time to assist his fellow comrades. Not that he wouldn't do it at the drop of a hat. But by being a soldier, he could be on the receiving end of either one of the minions' attacks or the Charged Particle Cannon that Hiltz could fire at any time from the Zoid he controlled.

*_ Help me to give 100% while in a battle _*

He would mush sooner give up his life than to see his entire unit or even worse, both the armies of Zi and the Ultrasaurus destroyed. His was only one life and he would rather see himself dead before he watched a hundred or more young men who had the rest of their lives to look forward to, die from the Charged Particle Cannon. He would give it everything he had before he would witness that massacre come to pass.

* _And help me to remember..._*

He told himself that he must clear his head of such thoughts and only think of positive things that would happen in the future. Peace for the whole of Zi, prosperity of the planet, kind ruling under the Emperor, and it he was lucky, a family and the chance to retire. Those thoughts will always keep him going. But until then...

*_ When I am having a really bad day, and it seems that people are trying to piss me off, that it rakes 42 muscles to frown and only 4 to extend my middle finger and tell them to bite me!_ *

He would keep fighting for the future, killing those people who deserve to die and protecting those who deserve to live. His enemies will always perish from this world when they fight against him and those who fight for what is right and true. Until his time is up, those who oppose him will be on the receiving end of his Iron Kong's cannons and fists.

* _Amen_ *

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Luineraugwen: There all done. It was more serious than I thought it would be. Oh well. I just want to tell u all if it sounds like I was being mean to Col Shubaltz, I wasn't it's just the way it was written. 'Cause Karl Lichen Shubaltz is my fave character in the anime. That's why most of my stories are about him. Don't forget to review!! PLEASE.

For all the people who have read my other Zoids story with Sorcha in it, I'm sorry to say but the next chapter will take some time to put up as I have to re type it because my computer deleted it.

Bye Bye

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Karl's Prayer for the Soldiers by Luineraugwen the Dark Elf


The Winner

Hiltz/Raven yaoi - this one seriously isn't suitable for the kids, folks. If you don't like the idea of Raven and Hiltz screwing, I suggest you leave now. If you _do_, please stick around, and R&R!

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The Winner
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Raven's POV

So here we are again. One minute I was minding my own business, doing my best to stay out of his way; the next minute his mouth was on mine, his fingers twisting in my hair and sliding under my clothes...and now I'm letting him pull me into his bed yet again.

He kisses me fiercely, forcing my mouth open and swallowing my tongue with a hunger I know all too well. His hands tear at my clothes, calloused palms brushing over my skin, teeth closing on my lower lip... This isn't passion, this is frenzy, and if I was anyone else I'd probably be afraid of him. Instead, his vicious lust excites me, sets my brain and my body on fire and makes me forget, for a while, who I am - who we both are.

I don't know why I do this - why I let _him_ do this. I don't even _like_ Hiltz, but somehow I lose all my self-possession when he kisses me like that. I hate this feeling, this loss of control; it feels like weakness. But I go back to him time and again because...well, because he's here, and _I'm_ here, and it's just something we do.

Reese calls me 'Hiltz's bitch' and sneers in my face, and I just smile, because I know that one day she'll regret that - that and all the other slights and insults she's ever directed my way. I'm not Hiltz's anything; I don't belong to him, or to Prozen, or to anyone. They might think they can control me, dictate to me and use me, but I'll be no one's puppet - and they won't realise that until it's too late.

Down on his bed... His lips tickle my throat - one hand snaking up and down my thigh - and then his mouth latches onto my neck, sucking hard, and I can't help but whimper at this feeling. He laughs and sucks even harder. His hands steal down across my naked torso, hot and swift, and then they're slipping my pants down over my hips...my knees...down to my ankles and onto the floor. I'm exposed and helpless, pinned beneath his lean form - and then his tongue dives into my mouth again and I cease to care.

He leans back, kneeling between my thighs, and pulls his own clothes off; I'm too dazed with pleasure to help him, and besides, I like to watch him strip. He's a sexy bastard - everything about him radiates a sort of diabolical allure that's near irresistible, and I can't even _pretend_ I don't want him. With a fiendish grin, he darts forward again, attacking my throat with his lips and teeth, his hot skin brushing against mine.

Everything's simple and clear-cut when I'm with him. My quickening breath and the surge of blood in my veins reminds me that I'm alive; the touch of his hands on my body assures me I can still feel. There are only two places I feel truly aware, truly lucid - in battle, and in his bed. When I'm fighting and when I'm here, things become clear; mind and body meld together into one pure purpose, driven by lust for blood or simply by lust - and I've learned that there's precious little difference between the two.

Long, slim fingers - slick with something - push inside me, stroking and stretching. Oh, he knows what he's doing... I can feel my heart racing, my skin flushed with heat; as his fingers hit _that_ spot it's all I can do not to groan, and I grit my teeth to stop myself making a sound. I hate being so pathetic, letting my control slip away, but what he does to me feels so good I can't help it. His breath in my ear makes me shiver with desire, and all I want right now is more of what he gives me.

His fingers pull out, the sensations dying away all too quickly and leaving me gasping for more. I don't have long to wait. His teeth graze over my collarbone, a sound of pure lust coming from his throat; he pulls my legs up around his waist and pushes into me, and it hurts like hell but it's unbelievably good at the same time. He pauses, panting, and then he's moving inside me and I think I'm going to faint with pleasure. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, lifting my hips to meet his and whimpering under my breath as his thrusts electrify my body.

Then he stops, and smirks at me...arrogant bastard. This is a game he likes to play - to try and make me beg, like I owe him, like I should be grateful to him for this. Well I won't beg, not in a million...

"Hiltz!" I gasp as he moves inside me, just a little, teasing.

"Yes?" he asks, his superior smile widening. I clamp my mouth shut, grinding my teeth together.

"Did you want to say something, Raven?" he inquires, pulling out just a bit, then slowly, tortuously, easing back in.

_Oh fuck, that's good..._

"Well?"

_Not a fucking chance!_

Another slight, tormenting movement, driving me wild with need. "Please!" The word slips out before I can stop it and I bite my tongue in annoyance, loathing him. He just gives another smirk, eyes triumphant, and then starts moving again, reinstating the rhythm. Our bodies move together perfectly, uniting in a way our minds never do - never _could_. But that doesn't matter now because the hot, dark tide is rising inside me, and I'm clinging to him as if I'm about to drown, and then that great, searing, black wave surges up and plunges down over me, and I hear myself moaning...

When I open my eyes again he's still leering at me, because he's won - not once, but twice. He made me beg, and he made me let go first, whereas _he's_ still pushing into me - deeper and harder now, intent on his own pleasure. I lie back and relax - waiting with a certain detachment for him to finish - while in my head I curse him for making me want him, and I curse myself for losing once again. But I know, deep inside, that it doesn't really matter. This is just a minor defeat in an ongoing struggle; it's in the outside world that our conflict will be resolved once and for all, someday.

And when that day comes, _I'll_ be the winner.

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The Winner by teethlikedog


Imaginary

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoids.

Imaginary

I've always loved paper flowers. I have more than a basket of it in myriad of colors in different hues and varied shades. Amaranth, Slate, Alice Blue, Chartreuse,
Mahogany, Alizarin Crimson...Let's just stop there.

I know it's not important but they remind me of the times I had with him. All those times that we would reminisce together.

You know, those times at night we'd comfort each other when our own nightmares and fears creep into the dark crevices of our minds. The times when we would draw stuff and share it together. He would always draw zoids. He always loved them and believed they can be a sign of peace and salvation in spite it being a logo of pain and death. No matter what.

But, let's just skip that part.

There were those memories of joy, hope, sadness...desire...even hate. There were moments in this microcosm (which is me) that he would watch me when I sleep. We always were together, even in trials and sufferings.

Always.

Even the simplest things such as paper flowers remind one of their greatest adventures. And looking back now, I had regretted deeply. I regretted not being able to protect him.

Him. Everything that mattered to me most. Ever since...

And where I am now? Before his gargantuan grave. Remebered for everything heroic, dedicated, loyal...loving.

It's been a long time that I've visited him. And now, everything that happened between us seems utopian. Everything from the Death Saurer to my marriage is now imaginary.

And here I sat with my husband. Sharing the same pain.

"Hey, Zeke" I said " Fiona Freigheight sounds nice, doesn't it?"

Fin

Author's Note:

Well....that was the worst angst ridden fanfic I've ever wrote...

Well...reviews and flames accepted.
basun taka og tubig karon! XD

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Imaginary by Deathcrest


Midnight Run

hm... i'm experiencing a bit of a block on my other stories, so we're moving on to a totally new tack. I absolutely LOVE Zoids, and so I've decided to try a few ministories. All my Zoids works will be short stories, max of like two or three chapters, usually one. (don't worry they'll be labelled) SO... if you don't agree with the different pairing options, then don't bother flaming me. I'm a pyro so it'll just make me stare and drool for a while... :3 mbwahahaha... i am very open to suggestions, for pairings or story plots or whatever! :1 If I get some spellings wrong, don't hate me just tell me the right one (once is enough).

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~*~Summary: A little bit of fluff; a run out for fun becomes a time of revealing secret desires and healing.
~*~Pairing: Bit/Brad

Bit was sitting crosslegged on Liger's muzzle, thinking about nothing in particular, just letting his mind drift. "Hey Bit, whatcha doing?" called a voice, startling him so much that he slipped off and fell right into someone's arms. Brad grinned down at him slightly; his mouth never really moved but Bit could always see it in his eyes. "Scare ya?" he asked, setting him down.

"You shouldn't sneak up on people like that; one day you might give me a heart attack," Bit replied, pretending to be serious but ruining it by grinning back anyway.

"I didn't sneak up on you, you were just so far into La-la land you didn't hear me making all that noise walking up. I was just gonna go take Shadowfox out for a run, thought you might like to come with," he said, shrugging.

"Sure, love to," Bit said, grinning. Liger lowered his head, opening the cockpit for Bit to jump in. He did, and Brad hopped onto the muzzle for a lift to Shadowfox's cockpit. Once they were both in, they opened the hangar's door and walked out. Cleared of the Hovercargo, they took off at a lope, headed for some woods nearby. They ran on together in companionable silence, merely enjoying the feel of their Zoids running side by side, the thrill of the ground falling away below as they jumped over logs and bounded around trees. Finally the forest ended, opening abruptly into fields and fields of clover and grass, stretching as far as they could see. The Zoids bent down to let their pilots out. "Ah, I love a good run," Bit sighed happily, putting his hands behind his head and looking up at the stars.

"Bet I could beat you in a regular race," Brad said, grinning a challenge at the spiky haired blonde.

"A bet, huh? How much?" Bit asked, planning on accepting anyway. Brad just shrugged, still grinning.

"That depends on who wins. Winner gets to choose a punishment for the loser," he said.

"Sounds good."

"Ready?"

"Set."

"Go!"

The duo took off, pretty evenly matched. Brad couldn't help but smile as he glanced over at Bit, who's face was a mix of concentration and his usual carefree grin. His muscular body moved in a steady rhythm, keeping pace with him. He looked away so Bit wouldn't notice him staring.

Bit chanced a look at Brad. A slight smile hung around his mouth, and he couldn't help but notice the lean strength of the form next to him. He looked back at his path then asked, "Getting tired yet?"

"Not me, you?" came the reply.

"Betcha I win," he said, grinning. He nudged Brad with his elbow slightly.

"You think so?" Brad taunted, bumping back.

"Yeah, I do!" Bit laughed, pushing back.

"Well I don't!" Brad said, pulling ahead a little.

"Oh yeah?" asked Bit, tackling Brad. The force of their momentum sent them rolling. Brad ended up positioned on top of Bit, pinning his arms down and slightly sitting up.

"Cheater," he said softly, smiling anyway. Unconsciously he leaned forward; Bit's mouth looked so... inviting.

"So?" Bit asked, smiling back. His lips parted slightly, only about an inch from Brad's. The brunette pilot dipped down slightly, feeling Bit welcoming the sensation of his mouth on the other's. Instincts and emotions kicked in, engulfing the two in a wave of passion. Brad released Bit's hands when he sent his own off; own felt tentatively up inside Bit's shirt, stroking his back while the other went behind his head, cushioning it. Bit's hands made their own way slowly down Brad's back, stopping at the waistline modestly and working back up. Above, the stars shone gently, washing the new couple in soft silvery light. Finally as the moon lay high in the night sky, Bit withdrew his hands. "We should really be getting back," he whispered, his voice raspy as he drew in ragged breaths. Reluctantly Brad stopped as well.

"I suppose you're right, it must be nearly midnight by now," he sighed, leaning back to admire the glistening body before him. They had discarded their shirts a while ago, but that was all. Too shy, too new to each other to go any further yet. They pulled their shirts on quietly, boarding their Zoids in silence. Finally as they began the run back to the Hovercargo, Brad appeared on the comlink. "I liked running with you. We should really go again some time," he said, smiling. Bit flushed slightly in response.

"I liked it too. It's nice to have someone to run with," he replied. Brad just smiled and closed the link. They understood each other perfectly. It was an unspoken agreement between them not to inform the others on the team just yet. They wanted to wait until both sides were ready to either bear or hear the news. As they docked their Zoids, Bit's Liger gave Brad a lift down again. Once on the ground, the new twosome shared one more quick kiss, then parted ways to their own rooms. Each fell asleep remembering the gentle feel of the other's lips, dreaming hopefully of a bright and beautiful future for them.

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Well, whatchu think? Like it or hate it, there'll be more. :3 mbwahaha... feear me... : anyhow... see you peoples later! mrah!!

~*~Celelorien Silvreflowre~*~

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Midnight Run by Celelorien


Lost In The Void

**Title:** Lost In The Void**
Series:** Zoids: Chaotic Century/Guardian Force**
Parings/Characters:** Raven, Van**
Disclaimer:** Zoids belongs to Takara Tomy, as far as I know.**
Rating/Warnings:** K+, I guess?**
Dedication:** Any of the Zoids fans out there!**
Summary:** _Raven remembers something. Something important._

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"His name.",Raven thought, his eyes narrowing in focus. What they were focused on, however, seemed to be nothing, given the fact that the young Zoid pilot was sitting in the middle of the barren desert. Truth be told, he was focusing on something, someone to be exact, that only he could see. He was focusing upon an image that had been far hidden in the back of his minds eye.

Raven snorted as he said his next words. "His name is what bothers me. Van. Van Freiheit."

Barely a minute after he had spoken, a sandy wind swept forth causing the young man to close his eyes. He frowned as the wind whipped at his hair and clothes. He repeated the name over and over again within his mind, like an echo with no signs of ceasing. Raven screamed in frustration. "Damn him! Damn him all to hell!",he stood and kicked at the sand. He wanted to hit something, someone, _anyone_! Maybe the people who caused his life to be like this. Maybe hunt them all down and that be that.

Panting, the young Zoid pilot tried to calm himself and sat back down. The individual to which the name belonged caused Raven to feel emotions he did not understand. Emotions that he had not felt since he was a child._ 'He...he was the one I was going to see.'_,he thought in remembrance, silent tears falling down his cheek, collecting sand as the wind died down and dirtying up his face as they did so.

Slowly he stood up, his eyes opening now that the wind had passed. He shook loose the grains of disintegrated rock and wiped away the tears from his now messed face. This was no time for emotions. He had a task at hand and emotions would only interfere. Memories would only interfere.

Undoubtedly the name, not to mention that of whom the named belonged to, would haunt him until the day he died. Whether Raven truly minded that or not was not yet certain to him. The only thing that was certain was that no matter what feelings he had, then and now, they would not jeopardize his mission.

After all, the mission was all he had left to grasp onto and that was one thing Raven could honestly say he didn't mind.

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This is an older fic I wrote a while back, updated just a tad. It was my first Zoids fanfic and I still kind of like it. Ah, memories!

Thanks for reading. Feel free to review, if you're up to it.

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Lost In The Void by RuneYue


The Fate of A Soldier

Author's note: The summary you saw is a favorite saying of an English professor I had a while back, and it's true. There are so many things that you don't see go on in zoids, or what you see at times is just a small window. Plus, it applies to just about any story. This is just a small one-shot to show another point of view. The time and place are objective, any time during the war within Imperial boundariesis all that's needed. I don't own zoids, I only own Reed Kouts, and Gerald Fisher. Thank you for taking the time out to read this little ficlet, and please review.

_Tuesday, Day 14 of Mission 28_

_We're still reeling from that near defeat three days ago, and approximately half of our zoids are still in need of drastic repairs. Earlier, I thought I heard the major say that we lost 30 men to that skirmish, but no one will really know the numbers until word from the infirmary gets back to us, as there were probably others that died after reaching the building. I myself have been fairly busy helping out, and this is the first time I've had the chance to take this time to write out what happened in my journal. _

_Those sly Republicans think they're so much better than the Empire, though they just got lucky. We hadn't counted on them occupying an abandoned Imperial base, as many of our units use it to get their bearings and take shelter if the weather gets bad. In our case, we were going to meet with another group to get re-supplied. As far as I know, no one was aware that there were even Republican troops in the area. There should have been only deserters or bandits hiding out at best, so the major had calculated that if that had been the case, we would have enough ammunition and other supplies to take care of them. However, as I said before, we were attacked by Republican soldiers. The unit I'm in was the first one assaulted, with the others following shortly after that. _

_I've been saying this a lot lately, and that day truly proved it. When you're being recruited for the military, you only get a small part of the story. You hear of the glory that comes with defending the Empire, and the heroic ventures of many men that are probably long dead by now. I've determined they're merely lies that lead you in. Either that, or rare exceptions. There is no glory to be had like this. The military doesn't care about the little guys like me and the boys in my unit. Even the major isn't that well known to the brass. If we're lucky enough to be complete enough when we die to come back in body bags, the brass won't even blink, and instead send out more suckers to die. And that day, many of us did die. Those that didn't learned what true fear was. _

_The Republicans that were in that base were fully supplied, and well trained. Which, to be in our territory like that, they would have to be. It wasn't a fluke that they were out there. Gerald Fisher, a no-name enlisted boy like me was a good buddy of mine. He was a good kid for the most part, but just needed a little more discipline. Heck, he was practically the little brother I never had - nor wanted. But it doesn't matter now. His Molga was torn to pieces by the bombarding he received from those Command Wolves. He foolishly charged ahead more than he should've, still within orders, but more than logic would state. Fisher had told me before that he wanted to make a name for himself, for his family. But now, all that his family is going to get is a letter. We couldn't get his body out of the Molga before it was burned beyond all recognition. I know because once we did defeat that Command Wolf unit, I was sent with the unit medics out to help those we could. _

_You see, I'm technically a pilot, but at the same time I have very good training in those sorts of situations. Before I was abruptly drafted, I was in college, working towards a doctrine. I wanted to do something to save lives, and I was just about to take my last semester when I had to leave. The irony of the situation is that now I'm instead taking lives to preserve mine, and those of my companions. Though, I still get satisfaction from saving the others when they're wounded. Maybe there will be an end to this war, and then I'll be able to finish college and live the way I want to. Oh look, here I again, ranting on and on. Nothing I say will change that we're at war and that this unit has suffered. I'm going again to check on the others. Until next time._

Reed Kouts put his journal up and reclined back in his chair, reflecting more on what had happened. He couldn't change his current situation. The only thing he could was what every other soldier was currently trying to do - which was to live through the this war and otherwise make the best of it. He didn't agree with the war at all, but he did believe in living through it, and this was kill or be killed. Finally, the exhausted soldier stood up and walked out of the room.

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The Fate of A Soldier by Raftina Rune