The Huntress

Tori: This is just a pointless piece of work I typed up _long_ before I waseverregistered.So please no flaming me for major suckage!

Bit: Ah, it's not that bad!

Tori: Yes it is now shut up or I'll sic Leena on you

Bit: (runs away screaming)

Disclaimer: Tori does not own Zoids

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The huntress waited atop a high plateau for her pray to come into sight. As she waits she thinks carefully about a plan. The huge lumbering liger armed with a shock cannon would be spotted easily on that hill. So she backed the zoid half way into the woods to hide itself among the trees. She then slowly places her hand on the controls of the cannon. Aiming the barrel in the exact location of the target area where her enemy will appear. Then she switches the view to the cross hairs for sniping, she adjusts the aim to her likings before hitting the charge up switch to the massive turbines mounted on the back of the liger that powered the shock cannons.

She had to time the power up just right because it takes a lot of time and the liger can't move while it's charging so it wont waste any power. The huntress checks back behind her so the turbines won't catch the forest on fire.

The energy meter was almost full so she braced her zoid for the recoil of the blast from the cannon. The meter hit the top of the limit so she nervously grabbed the controlls keeping her index finger off the trigger until she spoted the target and lets her reflexes take over take over from there. The huntress leans over the scope and scans the land for her opponent.

Being extra careful because her enemy is none other then Jack Cisco of the Lightning Team. Jack had snuffed out the rest of her team and she wanted revenge! She taunted him to follow her to the plateau for a final face off. But she had cleverly lied to him and is about to take him bye surprise, the prefect revenge!

Her trigger finger started to itch until just then a black streak flashed in the scope and instantly her reflexes pulled the trigger as hard as she could. A huge streak of energy burst from the end of the barrel like a thick jolt of lightning, the turbines were screaming so loud she could hardly stand the noise. The flash of light was more then enough for her eyes.

As the echo died down and her vision cleared, she saw a blurry image through the distorted air from the heat of the turbines. The black smudge she hoped for was the lightning saix laying on its side, sparks flying from its severed body. The huntress toke the cross hairs off aim and peered at the wreckage. To her surprise the zoid was digging its feet into the ground trying to get up but the hind legswere paralyzed.

The blast form the shock cannons had complete drained all the ligerexcept the backup power for the command system and lights, so the zoid could not move at all. If Jack was able to get up and spot her it would be all over for her. She stayed completely still as she watched Jack struggle to his feet but she wassatisfiied that he had gotten the surprise of his life. The lightning siax finally collapsed and the huntress had finallygotten her revenge. And so sheput up no struggle when the rest of the lightning team moved in to defeat her. She was not upset about losing the battle now that she gotten her revenge on Jack for stomping her friends and saying that theyshould give up zoids to avoid any more humiliation.

Meanwhile after Jack Sisco calmed down he looked up at the hill at the familiar black liger on top ofplateau. Panting he cursed her under his breath for pulling that trick on him. Even though Chris and Kelly finished her off after her off because herzoid hadran out of energy he wanted to take her down himself for that false taunt.

Relived the huntress opened the cockpit of the black liger and leaped out onto the dry ground. She knew Jack would want revenge but that was illegal outside of battle so she prepared to scream her head off at him. She breathed heavily and calmly walked over to the wrecked zoid with a death stare on her face. But, Jacks was easily more menacing.

"I'm gona get you for that kid!" he growled at her but the huntress was mostly unfazed she replied

"no, we're even that was for mocking my team mates"

He just glared at her and said

"I don't care no one pulls a stunt like that on me now you'er going down"

Digested at his cockiness she said

"shut up you won any way so what does it matter, maybe your just to cocky to accept that you got taken down first"

Now she had a lead on him and she smiled with confidence. Now he was getting mad, this was the second time he had lost to a kid and was about to whack her upside the head for it. But Chris yelled at him to drop it and before he could answer the huntress had walked away towards her friends to the east.

She waved to her friends Jess and Emily in the command wolf and zaber tiger.

"you guys ok?"

They ran to her side and answered.

"yeah, we'er ok but how are you?"

She smiled "great I got back at Jack for insulting our team"

Worried Jess and Emm replied "boy I bet he fuming right now better watch you'er back The huntress smiled back

"don't worry I don't have any thing to do with him any more"

They all just shrugged and left the battle field. But Jack was not finished yet ad started to plan out a way to get revenge on the pray...

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Tori: Well there you go folks my first one shot. Since I think this really sucks you don't have to review. However if you flame meI well feed you to Liger Zero

Liger Zero: ROOOAAARR!

Tori: He said "that's right!" so ya better lesson to him for you're own good. And sorry for spelling mistakes, people who complain about that well also get eaten

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The Huntress by Storm Blue Lightning Saix


1. Phase Ten

Hey, it's me again, The Rogue Prince. Another solo, how sad. I like doing big group stories, they're more fun. Anyway, got the Zoids crew playing cards. No betting cash though, you'll see. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't see how I could own Zoids. It'd be so cool though.

Wild Cards

"Okay, I say we play Uno!" Lina suggested.

"No, let's play go-fish!" Jamie objected.

"I'll play want ever my sweet heart Lina wants!" Harry yelled in.

Everyone turned and stared, "Where did you come from? And who said you could come?" Lina questioned.

"Nothing could keep my love for you away. As soon as I heard you were in town, I rushed over as fast as I could, Lina my love!" Everyone was ignoring him again and were busy fighting over which card game to play. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!! I've been ignored again!" Harry slouched and defeated, sat next to Brad on the couch.

"Let's play poker. That way I can steal all your money!" Brad offered.

"No! Let's play Phase Ten!" Bit announced.

"I like that game." Jamie agreed.

"Oh come on! That game is s... so... fine. I can't think of anyway to put it down." Lina muttered, "By the way, what is Phase Ten?"

At this point, Bit started to have a laughter fit. Lina got the extremely pissed off and started to yell at Bit. Finally when things calmed down, Jamie gave a quick description of the game and rules. "So how about it Brad?" Bit asked.

"Is there any money involved?" Brad inquired.

"Maybe we could bet on who wins or lose..." Bit trailed off.

"Sounds good to me." Brad replied.

"It's settled then! Harry! You playing since you're here?" Harry perked up and nodded. "All right!" Bit declared, "I'll deal first! Everyone is one phase one. Let's go!"

-ONE HOUR LATER-

Bit is on phase nine, Lina is on phase seven, Brad is on phase eight, Harry is on phase six and Jamie is one phase nine. "Come on! I can't believe it! Half of your hand is wild cards again. Are you cheating?!!" Bit gave Jamie a suspicious look.

Jamie waved his hands in front him, "Of course not! I guess I'm just lucky!"

"Lucky my foot!! This is the fifth time you've gotten half your hand full of wilds! And you've had at least two or more wilds in every hand you've had so far!!" Lina argued.

"Let it drop." Brad said, "If Jamie's cheating, that will be a new thing for all of us. And even if he is, we'd have caught it by now."

"I guess you're right..." Lina sighed, "Anyway, we still gotta stop him, he's on his last phase!"

"All right! This is what it comes down to. I'm out, so myself and Jamie are tied. This is where the betting comes in Brad. Okay people! Me or Jamie, you pick!" Bit announced. Everyone started to mumble about the winners.

"Wait a minute! I don't want to bet on!" Jamie protested.

"Then you lose." Bit stated simply.

"But I don't want to lose! I was only playing for fun!"

Lina butted in, "Awww come on Jamie. You don't want to be uncool do you?"

"No, but-"

"Then it's settled!"

The debate on the winner started with Brad, "I bet $20 on Jamie."

"I bet $15 on bit!" Lina then looked over at bit and scooted next to him so only he hear. "You better win Bit or you'll pay!" she hissed. She then gave Bit a big slap on the back, "I'm routing for ya bit!!"

"Well?" Everyone was staring at Harry.

"Ummm? I don't know..."

"Ya gotta pick someone Harry. That's how you bet on things." Brad nudged him.

Harry finally bet $10 on Bit. Now it came down to the final round. Of course everyone else played, but Bit and Jamie were the one's who counted. Finally it came down to both Jamie and Bit missing one card to win. But who would win?

"Come on Bit!" Lina cheered.

"Yeah... go Bit!" Harry said uncertainly.

"Louder Harry!!!!" Lina demanded, "We can't lose!!!!!" Lina and Harry then started madly cheering while Brad gave a bored sigh.

Mwahahahahahaha!! I'm not going to tell you who won!! That privilege is for you to decide. Who do you think should win, Bit or Jamie?

	2. And The Winner Is?

Hey! The Rogue Prince here! Yes! This is it! Chappie two is up and for the very few of you who review and didn't leave a review, it's now down to the epic battle between Jamie and Bit! Who will win you ask? You'll see. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own Zoids! Stop questioning me!

Wild Cards

"Come on Jamie." Brad nudged Jamie, "if you win, I'll split the earnings 80/20."

"That's not a lot of money... anyway, I'm trying as hard as I can!"

Lina butted in, "What are you two whispering about? Are you cheating?!" she gave them one of her evil death looks.

"N-no!" Jamie stuttered.

"Come on! Stop the talking! Brad, it's your turn." Bit cut in, "Just play and you can argue after I win."

"That's the spirit!!" Lina cheered, "Harry! Where's your enthusiasm?!"

Harry was busy staring at the ground mumbling about how he'd save his poor Lina from the evil Bit and once Bit lost, he'd spare Bit of her precious wrath and whisk her away on his white steed and they'd live happily ever after...

"HARRY!!"

"I... uhh... what?"

"It's your turn."

"Oh."

The next turns went pretty uneventful, Harry and Bit went out. Lina, bit and Jamie were still trying to phase out. Then on Bit's turn, there was a cheer of victory, "yes! I got a three! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Bit's the man!" Bit almost passed out with joy.

"Yay! Bit you came through!" Lina clapped Bit on the back.

"You haven't won yet, if Jamie gets his card, he can still win." Brad warned.

"Oh yeah..."

The next urns went through, Brad, Jamie, Harry, Lina, Bit, Brad... Then Jamie got his card.

"BIT! You NEED to go out BEFORE JAMIE!!!" Lina half screeched, "I CAN'T LOSE to BRAD of all people!"

So as it stands, Bit and Jamie are tied, both determined to win. Lina and a half throttled Harry, he wasn't cheering again, were almost doing a dance routine in favor of Bit and Brad was telling Jamie if he lost, he'd have to pay back the $20 he'd lose.

Both have something to lose, Jamie, his money, Bit, most likely his life after Lina finished beating him up.

"hey! I can play off you! Oh. That was my last card. Jamie you lose!" Bit started to grin evilly and Jamie got a really sad look on his face.

Brad finished writing down everyone's points. "Bit! I'd stop dancing and start running. Jamie actually won."

"WHAT?! You're just trying to fake me out! Gimme that!" Bit grabbed the paper and read it over. It slid from his hands and fell on the floor. Bit's face was white as a sheet, "Excuse me, bathroom!" he yelled over his shoulder as he fled the room to hide.

Lina picked up the paper and read it over. Then Lina grabbed Harry's arm and took off after bit, dragging Harry behind her. "BIT!! I'LL GET YOU!!"

"What happened?" a confused Jamie questioned.

"Well, both you and Bit went out. He ended up winning the last round but since you both went out, we had to base the winner on final points. To put it bluntly, you won by five points."

"... YEAH!"

"I do believe this is mine." Brad grabbed the pile of money off the table, "Jamie, lets forget the split and instead I'll buy you dinner and an ice cream. What do you say?"

A long painful sounding scream echoed through the building. "We're not bringing them are we?"

"Nope."

"Deal!" The two walked out of the room and towards the hanger. An extremely frightened Bit ran by with Lina, dragging Harry, at his heels.

"She seems to be taking the loss a bit hard, isn't she?" Jamie inquired.

"Nah..."

Well? A bit more than half of you voted for Jamie, so Jamie it was. If you voted for bit, sorry! I hope you all enjoyed it and maybe I'll do a sequel with discussing how Lina tortured Bit... Anyhoo, that's all for now! Please Review!

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Wild Cards by The Rogue Prince


Pranks, Drinks, and Gifts

**Edited Version: March 5th, 2008 -** I fixed the grammar mistakes that AnitMusicMan had pointed out long ago. I just never corrected them till now.

**Disclaimer: **Randomcat23 does not own Zoids. Sad.

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"Van, tell me why I'm doing this?"

"Come on, Moonbay! Why wouldn't you! Just look at him!" The young Zoid pilot pointed frantically at Irvine who stood in the near distance. "I can't leave him alone but I still have to go explain."

Moonbay tapped her foot and crossed her arms, "Just take him with you."

Van pleaded again, "All you have to do is sit for ten minutes."

She shook her head and turned to watch the setting sun. The sky was painted pink and orange; dark clouds made an eerie pattern over the horizon. "Van. . ," she started again.

And she was interrupted again, "It's his birthday, have a little heart." Van's eyes got big as he made an attempt to create a cute 'puppy-dog face'. It wasn't very good.

Under normal circumstances, Moonbay would have hit him for trying 'the face', but she paused. "Irvine's birthday is today?" Her voice hinted at a past memory.

Van picked up on the hint, "Yeah. . .something wrong? We all have one. Even people like Irvine."

"I know that!" She snapped. Obviously, Van wasn't expecting such a response, he flinched slightly. "Fine, I'll sit with him, but only ten minutes. If your not back from that bar I'm leaving Irvine to cause any destruction he can."

"Thanks, Moonbay. I'm sure he'd appreciate it too. . .even if he doesn't realize it now. Funny how this all came out of me treating him to a drink." With that Van turned away and jogged back into town. Moonbay watched him for a few moments as the street lights began to turn on. The nighttime parties were beginning, and here she was, stuck babysitting.

Then, with a sigh, she walked over to the tall mercenary and grabbed his wrist. "Come on, Irvine, we're going to sit on my Gustav." The way she gently, but firmly, lead him to the pink Zoid was much like the way a mother leads a child. Suddenly, she blushed, as she found that she was treating him like a child, when she should be scolding him as an adult. With a quick shake of her head, she sat him down, and positioned herself next to him.

"_Silence might be the best way to go."_ Moonbay kicked her feet against the armor and glanced at the Lightning Saix pilot. As far as she could tell, he was fine. No scratches, no bruises, no nothing. In fact, besides his dropped eyelids, nothing seemed to be wrong with him. No one would have ever expected him to be drunk.

"_Van said they got into a 'mess' at the bar and that he needed to go back and explain,"_ she looked at Irvine again, _"If its not a bar fight, what kind of 'mess' did they get into?"_ Moonbay raised an eyebrow at the thought, what happened exactly? _"Look, you've gotten yourself in trouble again, and its your birthday!"_ Mentally the transporter yelled at him again and again. He was always getting himself into trouble.

In a furry of thoughts, Moonbay leaded over and looked at his face, "Are you even awake?"

Lazily, Irvine propped open his eyes halfway. "T's my birthday, Moonbay. Aren't ya gonna say sumthing?" Moonbay flinched. So he was drunk, Irvine never slurred his speech, ever. And what a random thing to say.

"_Oh well, humor him. You've only got five minutes left." _

"Happy birthday, you fool," Moonbay muttered, but it wasn't completely harsh.

Apparently, he didn't pick up on the insult, "Thanks much."

" '_Thanks much'? Oh my God, Irvine, what did you drink?"_

She nodded her head and turned away. Any other person might have laughed at this point. They would have recorded every single silly thing that spewed out of Irvine's mouth. But not Moonbay. There was a reason she detested seeing Irvine drunk, especially on his birthday.

About eight years ago, two years after meeting Irvine, Moonbay found him drunk on his birthday of all days. It was funny for awhile; they were only kids. It was humorous until Irvine broke down in sobs unexpectedly. Moonbay had tried to comfort him, asking what was wrong. And she regretted asking.

In his vulnerable state, Irvine yelled out his life tragedies. How he lost his parents, tales of fights specifically the first time he killed a man. Such sadness, such pain. All the while, Moonbay stood trying to comfort him in the back of an alley. She had been clueless as to what to do.

Then suddenly his tears stopped and his voice became monotone. Moonbay's eyes had widened in fear and regret when he spoke of all his other birthdays. Ever since his sister died, which unfortunately, had been on his birthday, Irvine drank the day way. What was supposed to be a happy day, he washed it out in blur of alcohol. Moonbay shuddered every time his birthday passed, in fear of having to hear more stories of angst and loss.

But as the years passed her times with Irvine were short in number and never again were they on his birthday. And soon Moonbay forgot the exact date. . .

Moonbay let out a heavy breath, she had forgotten how bad his birthdays could be. No longer did she want to see or hear him like that. On the outside, he was always strong, an unbreakable wall. But on this day, the wall crumbled and the pain leaked out.

Now she was determined to keep him from doing that again. Moonbay would mark her calendar, mental and physical ones, and on Irvine's birthday she would treat him to anything he wanted all day, just so he didn't reveal that inner turmoil. _"Van didn't mention anything about an outburst. . .maybe this time, maybe now, after all these years. . ."_

Her thoughts were crashed when she found Irvine's head leaning against her shoulder. Red crept to her face as she pulled hair behind her ears. "Uh, Irvine?"

"Where'd the damn sun go?"

"_The what? Oh that. . ." _

"It set, Irvine. It's almost ten o'clock." He was so. . .not. . .Irvine right now.

He mumbled in response, "Got anything t' drink? A bit thirsty over here."

"No, sorry," her voice quivered. "I don't think you need anything right now," her hesitant hand brushed rouge hairs out of his face, which still rested on her shoulder.

"Mhmm. Suppose not." They fell silent for awhile.

"_Where is Van? It's been more than ten minutes. If he forgot about me. . ."_ Moonbay shook her free hand in the air. She sighed again and looked down at Irvine. _"So far, so good. I'm hoping he's healed a bit since the last time."_

In a random gesture, she rested her head on top of his, just to see what it felt like. It felt. . .comfortable if anything, to be able to just sit here with him. To not be bothered by anyone, it was a rare gift. And in a weird way, it was a gift for him to be drunk and a bit out of it. It was the only way Moonbay could ever show any kind of affection.

"_Kind of sad isn't it? Affection must be saved for times like this. . .and why are we like that? Because we're both too stubborn t_o _change our ways."_

That thought brought a grin out. She lifted her head, and patted Irvine's face, "Up you go." He was so much like a child now, so helpless almost. She realized he was different than usual though. Last time Irvine was drunk, his anger also increased. This time it was like he was drowsy, like he had just taken a nap and woke up too early.

"You know. . ." Irvine spoke slowly. "It's kinda weird being here, with you."

Moonbay gulped, "Why is that." She spoke, but she didn't expect an answer, he barely knew what he was saying.

"Reminds me of that one time. . .you sat, on my birthday, watched me. . .cry."

"We were kids, Irvine. . .I didn't know what to do."

"Mhmm. It was raining that day."

"What? Oh," her eyes shifted to the ground, "I guess it was."

"_Can we not. . .start on this subject?"_ Moonbay could feel her heart pounding. Where was Van? Oh, she didn't want Irvine to start talking about his sister's death again. . .not again. . .it was hard for him, yes, but why did he take it out on himself? Could she really stand to hear it again?

"Thanks much." There was that phrase again.

"You're. . .what? Thanks for what?"

"Mhmm, that day. . ."

Moonbay looked at him with sad eyes, "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"Wah?" He glanced at her with those grey eyes. "I'm thankin' you."

"What? For. . .listening?"

He nodded sluggishly and, much to Moonbay's surprise, took her hand. "That was all I needed, was to be heard."

"_And I used to regret listening."_ Her hand squeezed his, and for the first time was glad that she had stayed and listened all those years ago. "It was all I could do."

Irvine gave her a sloppy grin as his head turned to the side. "Can I give you a thank you gift?"

Flabbergasted, Moonbay answered, "Sure, you can give it to me tomorrow."

"Mmm. . .I have it right here."

"Oh, well in that case, I'll gladly take it," she held out her hand, so much like a parent does to a child, waiting for the crushed flower or shiny stone.

Irvine pulled her close and kissed her.

At first, Moonbay didn't struggle, the surprise was overwhelming. _"Don't panic, he's drunk, he's out of it." _If anything, she enjoyed it, it wasn't like this would happen under normal circumstances. A prick in her mind told her something was wrong though, something was off.

Where was the taste of alcohol in his mouth?

If he was so drunk, where was that tangy, intoxicating taste?

The answer was plain: Irvine was playing with her. And he'll pay for it. . .right. . .now.

In a swift movement, her hand escaped his and slapped him straight across the face.

"Ah, shit! Moonbay!" Irvine touched his cheek, "What the hell was that for?"

Moonbay just smiled wryly and said, "Glad to hear your speech is back."

"What? Oh, yeah." He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, "Why the hell did you go and slap me?"

"You don't know the answer? Hmm? You think pretending to be drunk and then kissing me doesn't deserve a slap?"

"Oh, come on. It was a joke." He gave her a cocky grin, "You liked it."

"You have no idea if I liked it or not," Moonbay argued, her hands glued to her waist.

He shrugged again, "Say what you want." His tone was understanding, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed his amusement. "You can't stay mad at me forever, it is my birthday after all."

Moonbay opened her mouth to argue, but paused, thinking. _"He hasn't. . .brought it up. Course, he wasn't really drunk today." _Her eyes softened and a pleased look fell on her face. _"I guess that means he's ok. No more bad regrets, no more bad memories. I don't doubt that he still remembers his sister, but now. . .it's ok."_

"I've underestimated you, yet again," she voiced out loud.

"Hmm? What you say?" He had been studying her and forgot to listen to her response.

Shaking her head, Moonbay smiled slowly and whispered, "You're welcome." Then, while he was piecing together their conversation, the transporter grabbed Irvine in a quick hug.

"So you're not mad with me," Irvine stated, smirking.

She released him, "I never said that. You have a sick sense of humor."

"Blame Van."

"No I blame you, you went through with it."

"But, he put those dirty little thoughts into my head," Irvine continued to fake innocence. Her hand raised again to slap him, but he caught it. "You think that would work again?"

She shrugged, "Worked last time I was mad at you."

"But, as you thought, I was 'out of it, drunk'."

Moonbay rolled her eyes, "You were not drunk. I'm not even sure you drank anything at all tonight."

"You can be drunk on things other than alcohol."

"Like what?" She asked, trying to follow his line of thinking.

"Figure it out," Irvine taunted and turned to back into town. Moonbay was left slightly confused, but she followed soon enough, a small grin planted on her face. When she finally caught up with Irvine and slid her hand through his, he didn't object. Together they walked, heads high to the bar to properly celebrate Irvine's birthday.

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Reviews are greatly appreciated! -randomcat23

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Pranks, Drinks, and Gifts by randomcat23


1. The Bandits Cometh

Zoids: The Desert Bandits
5 Chapters

Chapter 1: The Bandits Cometh

Hey, Nick here. It's been so long since I found Fiona, Zeke and the Shield Liger. Yet, by some twist of fate, Raven became a new enemy of mine. First, with his Zaber Fang, and now even more menacing with his new Geno Saurer, which blew the creeping crud out of my Shield Liger the night before. But, since Fiona and Zeke resurrected it, it's evolved into a Blade Liger. Well, that's all I have the time for now. So, cya.

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I put down my journal and gazed at the stars. I was having such a hard time trying to calm down after the Zoid Core of my Shield Liger was blown away by Raven, Shadow, and the Geno Saurer. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned. It was Fiona. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Not much, Fiona, but I keep losing sleep over Raven and the Geno Saurer. If they attack again, I don't think we can win, since this is my first time piloting a Blade Liger," I explained. She had that look in her eyes again. She really cares about me. "Aw, it's ok," she said as she embraced me for the 2nd time that night. I hugged her back.
Later that morning, as Fiona slept, I was out testing my new Blade Liger, with Zeke fused with it, of course. I fired the blades' sniper guns at a nearby rock face, causing a huge chunk of it to break and fall at us. Not even frightened at all, I pulled down a lever, activating the boosters, and the Blade Liger shot at the rock. "Go, Zeke!" I yelled as I pressed a button, which unsheathed the blades. They started glowing with negative particles, and I leapt the Blade Liger towards the side of the rock, cutting it in two with the blades.
After a copule more exercises of testing the booster/blade combo, I shot the Liger back to our campsite, only to find Fiona gone. I then saw a note. I didn't have to get out of the Liger, as Zeke diffused from it, shot to pick up the note, dropped it in my lap, and refused with the Liger. "Hmmmmm.......it says, 'If you want to see your friend again, head to the Gurreal Ruins for a Zoid battle. No funny stuff or the girl dies.'" I was so mad now, I could just........ "That's IT!" I yelled as I turned the Blade Liger towards the direction of the Gurreal Ruins. Zeke was mad, too, for I could hear him growling in fury. "Well, Zeke, as long as we're here, we'd better put a stop to this! Full speed!" I yelled, nearly screaming myself hoarse in my fury as the Blade Liger's boosters opened and we shot off at full speed towards the ruins.

MAN! That was hard to write. Expect the next chapter this weekend. Cya for now!

	2. The Search For Fiona

Ok, so I'm early, but I just got out of school. Ok, here's chapter 2!

Chapter 2: The Search For Fiona

Me, Moonbay, Zeke, the Gustav, and, of course, the Blade Liger had made it to the Gurreal Ruins (the bandit's base of operations) in next to no time. Amazingly, the bandits had a whole 2 armies' worth of Zoids. The first set of Zoids were 2 Gun Snipers, a Godos, a Heavy Armor Guysack, and one Gun Sniper equipped with the Wild Weasel Unit.
"What's a Wild Weasel Unit?" Moonbay asked me after I had finished checking and determining each Zoid in the first wave. "I'll explain later. For now, let's take them out!" I shouted. The Blade Liger did something totally new: it unhatched its blades, pointed them down, and leapt on top of the Heavy Armor Guysack, the blade cutting it in two. Unfortunately, the Wild Weasel Gun Sniper fired all of its ammo at us. But, the pilot had a look of horror on his face, for when the smoke cleared, he saw us and the Liger without so much as a tick mark. One reason: the shield was up.
With that, I shut off the shield generators, unhatched the blades again, and charged at the WW (stands for Wild Weasel) Gun Sniper. The blades, upon contact, instantly sliced the Wild Weasel unit and its tail clean off. As soon as it exploded, we were left with 2 Gun Snipers and the Godos, which were all dismantled with my blades a minute later.
The next wave consisted of 5 Pterases and 10 gray Command Wolves, which weren't much trouble with a little help from Zeke and the blades, of course. I had just set a new record: taking out 15 Zoids in one fell swoooop. (author's note: Good one, huh?)
"NEXT!" I shouted as we busted into the next chamber where a GENO SAURER stood. "Raven!" Moonbay managed to get out. "No, Moonbay, it's not Raven. Look, Shadow isn't with the Geno Saurer, and I'm not detecting him inside the Zoid Core either," I told Moonbay. With that, I charged at the Geno Saurer, and did the same thing I did to another Geno Saurer a few episodes back: I pushed the tip of the blade into the Geno Saurer's Zoid Core (which was in the lower part, near the top of the cockpit), destroying the Saurer almost instantly. We kept on eliminating waves of Zoids which included more Gun Snipers, more Command Wolves (the new Command Wolf AC type), a few Raynoses, and one more Geno Saurer.

Well, that's it for chapter 2! I was going to type this up last night, but I was watching the Packer game, which we won 34-14. Anyways, check for Chapter 3 soon! Ciao!

	3. Zoid Lighthouse

Chapter 3: Zoid Lighthouse

We kept plowing through waves of Guysacks, Gun Snipers (77% of them equipped with a Wild Weasel Unit), Command Wolves, Red Horns, Ligers, Geno Saurers, and God knows how many other Zoids!
Our next opponent was a Heavy Armor Guysack. I had an odd feeling about it, but that theory was confirmed as it aimed its tail at us. Oddly, instead of bullets, missiles, pulse lasers, or all the other basic weapons crud, it turned on a blindingly bright light. "Nick?" Moonbay said. "I've read about this! That's the Heavy Armor Guysack LES- better known as the Lighthouse Guysack!" I explained to Moonbay. "The.......Lighthouse Guysack?" Moonbay asked, confused. "The 1000-watt light in the center of its tail is a bright as a lighthouse at night, which is why it's called the Lighthouse Guysack! But, this Guysack's light is about to burn out, courtesy of the Blade Liger!" I yelled as I charged forward, put up the shield, and unhatched the blades. The shield hit the cockpit of the Lighthouse Guysack, tearing through it, and I used the blades to short-circut its light by cutting off its tail.
It was too much, as the legendary Lighthouse Guysack fell to pieces. But, all of a sudden, my command system froze. "Oh, for pete's sake! Come on, Zeke, can you get it to work?" I started saying, nearly out of breath. Then, as if some miracle had happened, the Blade Liger got up again and was restored to full operation.
"MAN! That was too close a call!" I said to myself as we continued our search for Fiona.

	4. Fiona's Escape

This will be the longest, so here's the long awaited Chapter 4!

Chapter 4: Fiona's Escape

We were STILL searching the Gurreal Ruins for my missing friend, Fiona. I've had to battle a near-2 BOAT-LOADS of Zoids before, but nothing like this!
We just finished wiping out their last wave of Zoids when I did a count. "Hey, Moonbay!" I said after I finished. "Yeah, Nick?" she replied almost instantly. "I just set a new record- I'm the very first person to wipe out and otherwise mangle, tear apart, blast to bits, or still otherwise destroy 24,309 Zoids in a single day!" It was almost nighttime outside, but luckily, there were lights inside the ruins. I then was able to see a shadowy figure in the next chamber. "Raven?" Moonbay asked me. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out!" I stated as I hopped out of the cockpit of the Blade Liger. As I got closer, I was able to see the figure more clearly. When I got a full view of the figure, I noticed that it was a girl about my age, with yellow hair, a long ponytail, a pink and white dress and skirt on, and light blue sneakers. No, that can't be..... can it?
I gasped as I realized who she was. "Fiona!!" I cried out as I embraced her tightly. "Well, that's an Ancient Zoidian for you," Moonbay mumbled to herself. Fiona said nothing. She just smiled and held me close the whole night. When it was 5:30 AM, Moonbay was asleep, and me and Fiona were taking a walk outside, I asked her how she escaped. She said, "Well, they tied me up, but not tightly enough." "Not very smart, are they?" I said. "You're right. They thought that because I was a girl that I couldn't escape." "Boy, were they wrong!" "You're right again. Anyway, when they all fell asleep, I wriggled out of the ropes and tiptoed to one of their Zoids- a Pteras." "Obviously, you're good at that type of Zoid. So that's how you escaped?" "Uh-huh." I then did something totally new: I stood on my tiptoes and kissed her on the cheek. She started to blush furiously. She was about to return it when I heard a loud explosion of words from far off.
"Uh-oh, they know," Fiona said nervously. "And they don't seem too happy about it, either," I replied. I embraced Fiona tightly to keep her calm. "Well, if it's a fight they want, it's a fight they'll get!" I said again. As we hopped into the Blade Liger, Fiona had those memory scenes racing through her mind again. Would she be ok this time?

You're going to love the next chapter. It's the final showdown! See ya then!

	5. The Final Battle

This will be about medium-length, but this chapter will also be the best! It's the final showdown! Oh, and, I forgot to say this before, but I don't own anything in Zoids except my own (namely, the desert bandits and the Lighthouse Guysack), ok? And, now, with that out of the way, here's the conclusion of Zoids: The Desert Bandits Revised!

Chapter 5: The Final Battle

The bandits arrived at the scene about 2 minutes after they realized Fiona had escaped. It was time for a showdown again.
"First off, who are you 3, and why did you capture Fiona?" I demanded to know. The bandits each hopped out of their respective Zoid's cockpits. The first bandit said, "My name is Bruce, and this is my Zoid, the Shadow Fox." The 2nd bandit said, "I'm Jeice, and this is my Geno Saurer." The 3rd bandit said, "You can call me Max, and I'd like to introduce you to my Gun Sniper." "Ok, then. Now, LET'S DO THIS!" I yelled. I charged at Bruce and the Shadow Fox first. Its claws oddly started glowing with yellow energy. "A Strike Laser Claw. It's gotta be," I thought. I'd seen that before.

*Flashback*

**Me and Fiona were battling a Liger Zero which was being piloted by one of my enemies. (I don't mean Raven.) All of a sudden, its claws started glowing with yellow energy. This was new. Just then, the claws hit the starboard side of my Shield Liger. The cockpit rocked hard from the impact. I held Fiona tightly. "How do you like my Strike Laser Claw?" the pilot yelled.**

*End Of Flashback*

"So sorry, Bruce, not this time!" I yelled as I pushed a gear stick forward, causing the Blade Liger's twin ion boosters to start up and I unhatched the blades. I charged them up to their maximum power, and the blades passed through the Shadow Fox, cutting it in two. Bruce bailed out before the Shadow Fox exploded. Then, we went up to face Jeice and the Geno Saurer. But, we weren't being as lucky as the fight with the Shadow Fox. Just as the Geno Saurer was about to finish us off with a Charged Particle Beam, I put up the shield. I immediately realized that THAT was a mistake. I held Fiona tightly, since I knew this would be the end. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a loud cannon shot. I couldn't see who did it, since my eyes were closed tightly. Still holding Fiona, I opened my eyes and saw the Geno Saurer crumble to bits, Jeice having bailed out. Moonbay looked out the cockpit window, too. All three of us saw a black and red Command Wolf. It didn't take long to figure out who the pilot was. "Irvine! Hey, it's been a long time!" I managed to get out. "I heard about the situation here, so I decided to help." "Thanks, Irvine!" I said.
Then, before I could react, the Blade Liger got hit by a sniper bullet from Max and his Gun Sniper. "All right, THAT'S IT!!" I yelled. I pulled back a lever and pressed a button, and at the same time, the Blade Liger put a paw on the top of the Gun Sniper. "I mean to end this battle NOW!" I yelled as I pushed back another lever. With that, the Blade Liger raised its free paw into the air and did something totally new AGAIN: the blades unhatched and flipped onto the side of the Liger's paws. The Gun Sniper was hurt. Just then, as Max also bailed out, I charged up the blades and brought the Liger's free paw, blade attached, down into the head of the Gun Sniper, making the Sniper explode. The battle was over. The bandits were nowhere to be seen, having already escaped. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, Fiona, you ready to continue our search for Zoid Eve?" I asked Fiona. She nodded her head yes, her long golden hair blowing slightly in the wind, we ran off into the sunrise.

*-Fin-*

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Zoids: The Desert Bandits Revised by S.P.D. Gold Ranger


Punch

The Schubaltz family has always seemed to me like the sort that would be into physical training from a young age, hence this scrap of...something. I'm guesstimating a five year gap between the brothers, but if anyone can give me the facts on that score, that'd be great. Thomas is eight or nine here, and Karl's thirteen or fourteen.

_**Punch**_

"Not scared, are you?"

Thomas looked up and saw the smirk stretched across his brother's face. Karl was teasing him.

"I'm not scared!" he almost yelled, annoyed and embarrassed that his big brother had noticed him hesitating, hanging back.

"Good," said Karl, and led the way in.

Surely it couldn't matter that Thomas walked behind Karl on the way into the gymnasium. It was his first time here, after all, and he didn't know where he was going. It was only natural that he should follow his brother, who knew his way around, the way to the changing rooms and the boxing ring and everything else. Thomas hefted his bag nervously, unused to the bulk on his shoulder, while Karl carried his as if he'd been born with it on his back. Practice, Thomas supposed, though he wished that Father hadn't decided on _today_ as the perfect first day for him to learn about boxing.

The corridors had tiled floors, black and white, and greyish-blue paint on the walls, peeling a bit. Their footsteps rang off the tiles, Thomas' slightly faster than Karl's as he hurried to keep pace with his brother's longer legs. A group of boys, older, maybe Karl's age, jostled past, laughing and talking loudly, their echoes trailing along behind them down the passage. Thomas suddenly felt terribly small.

Karl kept talking as he walked along, telling Thomas things that he wasn't listening to and probably wouldn't remember anyway. Finally he stopped walking and pushed open a door.

"This is the changing room," he explained, going inside. Thomas followed him slowly, looking around at the lockers, the benches, the showers. There were more boys in here, a few of them around Thomas' age but most of them older. Several of them greeted Karl, clapped him on the shoulder, looked at Thomas when Karl jerked a thumb in his direction, explaining who he was. One or two grinned and waved, but most glanced at him without much interest. He stayed standing near the door, not sure what to do.

"Come on," Karl said impatiently. "Don't just _stand _there."

He looked annoyed for a second, then vaguely guilty as his big brother instincts kicked in. He smiled, sort of apologetic and sort of sympathetic.

"Look, I know it's a bit intimidating when you're not used to it. I was younger than you when I first came here, you know."

Thomas _did_ know, but that wasn't really a comfort. He would bet anything that Karl had fitted in perfectly the second he'd arrived, had walked in through the doors and acted like he'd been here for years. Because Karl always knew what he was doing, was never scared of anything. And anyway, it wasn't as if Thomas had wanted to come here in the first place - not _today_, not when he'd almost got that broken computer working again, just needed a couple more hours to work the bugs out of the operating system.

He'd explained that, of course, and Father had looked stern - not angry, just determined - and told him that he could go back to tinkering with that old computer when he got home, because this was _important_. It was what the Schubaltz men _did_. It would be good for him; a healthy mind in a healthy body, after all. Thomas knew all that, knew what this meant and what was expected of him. He didn't know _why_ it was so important, but he knew that asking would annoy Father; those sorts of questions always seemed to, for some reason, but often Thomas couldn't help asking them anyway.

This time, though, he hadn't, and even if he had it wouldn't have made any difference, he would still have ended up here. When Father had that stern look there was no point arguing with him, because you'd end up doing what he wanted in the end anyway.

Besides, it had been nice to see Father looking so pleased and proud, smiling and reminding him that it was lucky to get blooded on your first day of training. It had given Thomas a sort of warm glow all up and down, and even though he still didn't understand why this was important to Father, it was important to _him_ because it made Father proud like that, the way that fixing a broken computer wouldn't.

He _would _make Father proud. He wouldn't act like a scared little kid, hiding behind his big brother.

Thomas walked over to a free spot on one of the benches and slung his bag down, sat beside it and started taking off his shoes. Karl, across the room, gave him an approving grin.

The changing rooms were cold; the hall Karl led Thomas into when they had changed was even colder. Thomas shivered in his singlet and trunks, feeling every draught that swept in through the swinging doors, the high-set windows. He envied Karl, who didn't seem to notice the cold at all, and wondered how long he'd have to come here before he got used to it.

There were six boxing rings set up around the hall, with singlet-and-trunk clad boys gathered around them, some chattering and pushing, some listening to the instructors, who all wore whistles. It seemed awfully noisy, and awfully crowded, and Thomas stared around at it all until Karl punched him lightly on the arm.

"You're over there, with the beginners," he made a clumsy pointing gesture, his hand almost like a lobster's claw in the boxing glove, but Thomas saw where he was pointing at. The boys there looked mostly his age or a little older, a few of them shuffling nervously, maybe here for the first time like him.

"And I'll be over there," Karl told him, pointing at another of the boxing rings. "Good luck," he said then, and jogged off.

Thomas walked over to the ring that Karl had pointed out, feeling awkward and unbalanced in his gloves and padded helmet. A man in a jogging suit was talking to the group of boys; he was wearing a whistle so he must be an instructor. As Thomas joined the back of the group the man's eyes fell on him.

"You!" he called. "What's your name?"

"Thomas Schubaltz," he said, too startled for anything but an automatic answer.

"Another Schubaltz,is it? Well if you're half as good as that brother of yours, you won't be in the beginner class for long."

Thomas felt a swelling of pride at hearing how good Karl was, at being compared with him like that. He didn't think he'd ever be as good at this as Karl was, but maybe he could be _half_ as good.

"All right," said the instructor, who Thomas quickly learned was called Coach Hesse. "How many new faces do we have today?"

Thomas raised his hand, as did three other boys.

"We have a little tradition here, for new students," Coach Hesse said, drawing the four of them up alongside him. "In the beginner class, you learn all about the basics of boxing, the way to defend yourself, the types of blow and the footwork to use. But on your first day you get to do a little sparring, just to let you know what you're here for. So why don't you two go first?"

He picked out two of the other beginners, checked their helmets and gloves, shoved gum shields into their mouths and then hustled them into the ring, where they stood eyeing each other nervously. There was a small bell at one corner of the ring, which Coach Hesse rang to start the bout; why did the instructors wear those whistles, Thomas wondered, if they used the bells? Another one of those questions that would probably annoy someone if he asked it.

The bout lasted only a few minutes, and nothing really happened. The two boys kept a cautious distance from each other, neither having any idea how to go about attacking or defending, just wanting to get this over without embarrassment. Occasionally one or the other would make a halfhearted jab, but none of the weak blows struck home, and when Coach Hesse rang the bell again both competitors were untouched.

"Okay," said Coach Hesse, helping one of them disentangle himself from the ropes, where he'd got caught trying to climb out. "Hopefully by the next time you go in the ring, you'll have learned to hit more than air. Now, you two."

Thomas climbed into the ring trembling, and not from the cold. His hands felt useless in those bulky gloves, the padded helmet kept slipping over his eyes and the gum shield felt strange in his mouth. He couldn't do this. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be at home, wanted to be working on that broken computer, something he understood, something he was _good_ at. The only good thing here was that his opponent, a pale, chubby boy, looked just as nervous as Thomas felt.

The bell rang, and Thomas turned to jelly. He could hear the other boys in the group shouting encouragement from a million miles away, could see his opponent blinking anxiously at him, raising his gloves in a clumsy imitation of a guard position. All Thomas wanted at that moment was to climb back out of the ring.

And then he thought of Coach Hesse's words, _if you're half as good as that brother of yours_, and how he'd felt when he heard them. He couldn't be a coward, couldn't let down Father and Karl, couldn't ignore the importance of this thing even though he didn't understand it. Thomas raised his hands and stepped forward, determined that he could get at least one hit in, to show that he was worth all that was expected of him. The chubby boy was right in front of him, still trying to guard, still looking scared, and Thomas didn't think anymore, just pulled back his arm and swung.

And missed.

And the chubby boy, in some purely instinctive reaction, lashed out with a gloved fist and landed a punch right on Thomas' unprotected nose. He went reeling back, more in shock than because of the force of the blow, and bounced against the ropes. Pain went shooting through his face, spreading out from the centre of pure agony that was his nose. The noise of the hall was distant, muffled, but Thomas could hear a steady dripping, the sound clear and loud in his ears. Looking down, he saw a small, spreading pool of red on the canvas, saw the drops of blood falling, hitting the pool with a tiny splash.

Realisation hit.

Thomas howled, loud enough that everyone in the hall turned around to see what was going on.

Then he burst into tears.

He didn't want to, tried desperately to force down the sobs that wrenched at his rib cage, to hold back the wetness that rimmed his eyes, but it was useless. He was hurt, and scared, and all he'd wanted to do today was fix the computer, and the sobs escaped in rhythmic jolts as the tears went streaming down his face, splashing on the canvas with his blood. He was crying and crying, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Coach Hesse pulled him to his feet and out of the ring, took off his helmet and gloves, cajoled and threatened in an effort to make him stop, but Thomas hardly heard him. The other boys in the beginner class stared at him; the chubby boy shuffled his feet and muttered that it wasn't his fault; a hundred years passed and eventually the sobs began to die away, the flow of tears slowing to a trickle. Someone handed Thomas an ice pack and he held it against his face, sniffling into the cold plastic.

By the time the worst of it was over, most of the rest of the hall had lost interest or had been prodded back to work by their instructors. But looking up and across the hall, blinking his eyes clear, Thomas could see Karl was still looking at him, could see the disappointment painted on his brother's face, and his vision blurred over again.

Thomas' first time was quite obviously over, but the classes weren't finished yet, so he sat in the changing room with the ice pack on his throbbing nose, listening to the noise from the hall. The cold felt good, and he wondered if it would freeze the blood solid so it would stop dripping. Certainly the bleeding stopped a while after he held the pack to it, so maybe that was how it worked. When the worst of the pain was numbed, he put the pack down and got dressed, wincing when the neck of his shirt slid across his nose. He picked the ice pack up again; it was already turning into slush, but it was still cold so he held it against his nose again.

A while later, the doors swung open and the boys came back in, talking and laughing, sweaty and exhausted and a little battered, but all in good temper, stripping off _en route_ to the showers. Karl appeared in their midst but didn't head towards the showers, simply changed his clothes quickly.

"Let's go," he said, and Thomas dropped the ice pack, grabbed his bag and followed his brother out. He wanted to say thanks to Karl for not showering, for not making Thomas sit there in front of the other boys with his ice pack and his bloody nose and the tear stains still on his face. Except he didn't think he could make it come out right, and he didn't think Karl wanted to hear it anyway, so he just followed silently.

The car was waiting outside to pick them up. They got in, and Karl turned to Thomas, spoke in a low voice.

"We don't need to tell Father about, well, what happened. All right?"

Thomas nodded, relieved. He didn't want Father to know that he'd acted like a little kid on his first day, that he wasn't good at this important thing - that he didn't even understand why it was important. He just wanted to go home, and tell Father it had all gone well, and then go and finish fixing the computer. He might even have it running before dinner.

"All right," Karl repeated, and for a second he looked very serious, almost like Father when he was being stern. Then he smiled a little, and reached across to ruffle Thomas' hair.

"You know, it's good luck to get blooded on your first day."

Thomas knew it was, though he didn't know why. And he didn't ask.

* * *

_I do love Thomas, I swear. I just show it by hurting him. C&C would be very much appreciated, since I'm lacking experience with these characters. Also, if anyone can point me in the direction of a nice, active Zoids discussion group (preferrably fanfic-friendly), I'd be all sorts of grateful._

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Punch by teethlikedog


Zoids: A Side of Fiona

I opened my eyes for the first time as I walked out of the pod. There was a hot looking man who seems to be my age. He looks very sexy; I just want to go somewhere else to give him all I have. All he wanted to see is another organoid. He already has Zeke! Why would he have another one when he could have me? I saw his eyes filled with confusion.

'Probably thinking why a girl is in a pod?' I thought to myself.

He introduced himself to me, and was called Van Flyhight. We heard several explosions outside of the laboratory ruins. Van jumped on his hover board, and gave me a ride to the Shield Liger. I held onto him while Zeke ran right beside us. He told me it was the work of 3 Gyzaks, and had to get to the Shield Liger. We eventually made it, and Van destroyed those stupid machines.

Years have passed, and Van still hasn't noticed my promiscuous body. He recently became Lieutenant Flyhight. His structure has improved while training with the military from a scrawny little boy to a handsome well-built man. The only thing is backing me up is that jerk, Irvine, and his AC Commander Wolf. Van will be mine. A teenage boy's hormones at his age wouldn't be able to handle me.

Soon afterward we gotten rid of the Geno Saurer's particle cannon, and the world was saved from the Geno Saurer. I saw Van walked into the room I was in, and wondered why I need him.

"Fiona, can we make this quick? I have a meeting with Lieutenant Schubaltz in fifteen minutes," he said to me.

"It won't be too long," I replied back to him.

"Why did you want me to come here?"

"Something I've wanted to do since I've met you in the ruins," I pressed my lips onto his, and wrapping my arms around him tightly.

He grabbed hold of me and deepened the kiss further into a make-out. After a minute our mouths came apart to gather some air. He had the look I've been wanting for a long time.

He groaned in delight, "I think Schubaltz can wait for a little while."

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Zoids: A Side of Fiona by Salorgirl


Eyepatch

_6 years._

It had been 6 years since the war against Gunther Prozen and Hiltz had been put to an end. It had been 6 years since things had begun to go back to a normal enough life for the Empire and the Republic. It had been 6 years since Irvine finally gave in to his feelings and realized his true emotions for Moonbay.

It had been two years since he had proposed to her, and now, Irvine was giving up his bachelor days for a new life...the married life.

6 years ago if anyone had asked Irvine what he thought about settling down, starting a family, and devoting himself to one woman, Irvine probably would have laughed.

But now, as he looked at himself in the mirror, he knew those days were behind him.

He looked over his hair, which had been cut shorter in a crew cut that resembled Thomas's, at his eyepatch which adorned his eye, and the rented tuxedo that fitted him perfectly.

A lot had happened since the day he first met Van Flyheight.

He could remember that day as clearly as he remembered what he had had for breakfast.

Irvine's nostalgia was cut short however as a knock at the door broke him of his thoughts.

"Come in," Irvine called out as he straightened his black tie.

Irvine looked in the mirror as his best man stepped up beside him to regard him in the mirror.

"You nervous?"

"Scared shitless."

Van laughed as he clapped his friend on the shoulder.

"You'll make a fine husband for her, Irvine. Marriage isn't that terrifying."

"Easy for you to say, you've been geared up for marriage since the moment you saw Fiona," Irvine replied as he fidgeted with his tie.

"Oh let me," Van barked as he turned Irvine to face him and readjust his tie. "You and Moonbay are as perfect for each other as me and Fiona are. What are you worried about?"

Irvine looked into his friend's eyes with a sigh.

"What if I'm not good enough, Van? What if the married life gets too boring?"

"Irvine, you're not entering a convent or anything," Van laughed. "You'll still have plenty of adventure with all of us, just now you'll have a family to support. I can promise you, marriage itself is an adventure."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Irvine sighed as he looked back at himself in the mirror. "Van?"

"Yeah, Irvine?"

"I was just thinking about the first time we met...can you remember it?"

Van laughed as he leaned against the wall. "Of course! You damn near tried to kill me."

"A lot has happened since then," Irvine smiled as he looked at his friend. "I can't believe I'm getting married, Van..."

"You'll believe it when you see her walk up that aisle," Van grinned as he patted his friend. "She'll look more beautiful than she's ever looked before to you."

"I don't doubt that," Irvine smirked as he turned to Van. "Van..."

"Yes?"

"What happens if I become a father one day?"

Van looked into the ex-mercenary's eyes and said honestly, "You'll make a great father one day. I promise you that."

Irvine took a deep breath and nodded his thanks as the door was opened and Thomas stepped in.

"Are we ready boys?"

Irvine and Van looked at each other before nodding. Before Irvine left the room however, he took off his eyepatch and set it gently into a box in a drawer.

"Irvine?" Van questioned.

"I don't need it anymore. That part of my life is over," Irvine smiled as he gave the box one last look before looking at the others. "Are we ready?"

Thomas and Van exchanged smiled before letting Irvine lead the way to the altar.

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Eyepatch by GunSniper64


Mistletoe

**Author's note: Blame Randomcat23 for this little one shot I've been reading her Christmas drabbles and I got this idea stuck in my head and really didn't want to put it in the story so I decided a one shot about Irvine and Jesse's past Christmas's and it would help you guys understand how close they are.**

**Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Zoids the only thing I own is Jesse. So enjoy and tell me what you think by reviewing. **

It was Christmas eve in New Helick city. It was gently snowing and at the presidents house it was all quiet, well except in the library where a fire was roaring and Jesse Herman was sitting on the couch wearing a red sweater and blue jeans a untitled book in her lap. Irvine came into the library carrying two mugs of cocoa. She smiled as she looked up at Irvine he had changed out of his usual attire and was now dressed in a white cotton turtleneck sweater and brown pants. He had removed his bandanna and eye scope. "I was wondering how long it was going to take you to fix that cocoa," she said as he handed her a mug.

"Just making sure I got it right," he said sitting down beside her draping one arm on the back of the couch behind her. "Okay let's get started." he said propping his feet up on the coffee table crossing his legs at his ankles, as Jesse opened the book and put it between on their laps, which turned out to be a photo album.

"Remember this one," she said pointing to the picture on the page it was of them when they were twelve a few months after they had met and it was Christmas morning, wrapping paper was scattered everywhere and both of them had bows on their heads. Both were holding up the shotguns that they had both received.

"I can't believe your dad took that picture or that he gave me that as a present." Irvine said taking a sip of his cocoa as he let his arm drop to around Jesse's shoulders pulling her closer to his side.

"Remember when he took us to the shooting rang the next day," she said as she showed the picture of them both holding up their target pages Irvine's bullet holes were the closest to the target.

"Hey look at this one," he said as they turned the page to the one where they were thirteen.

"Oh my god," she said looking at the picture that her father had took of them in the door way they were both looking up at the spring of mistletoe that was hung there. "I can't believe we got caught under the mistletoe." She said looking at the next picture, "Look at this one," she said showing him the picture where he was kissing her on the cheek.

"Want to redo that kiss?" he asked leaning forward a grin on his face.

"Sure," she said looking up seeing the mistletoe the held above their head. She set there cups of cocoa aside and then wrapped her arms around his neck bringing his lips to hers as they redid the kiss from their childhood and didn't even see the flash of the camera as Herman took another for the Christmas scrapbook. He smiled as he quietly shut the door leaveing the

two together to enjoy their Christmas Eve.

**Author's note: I loved writing this I think it was so cute. **

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Mistletoe by Phoenix07