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NOISY BICKERING HUMANS.

I COULD ALWAYS KILL THE LITTLE GRUB. THEN IT WOULD BECOME A NON ISSUE.

I'M HAPPY TO HELP.

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The Treaty of Zi was signed by the Helic Republic and the Guylos Empire on June 20th, 2124. This treaty also detailed war reparations that included the creation of an autonomous third party authority (similar to NATO, but with privately owned armed forces), the Guardian Force. Though not a part of the war reparations, the...

The description of the Guardian Force is meant to sound overly positive, not unlike an abridged version of what you might find in a Helic Republic middle school textbook; for the Wasteland or political skeptic or ex-politician perspective, please contact Irvine or Fiona or Prozen, respectively.

You can probably find Van somewhere in the Wasteland, attempting to 'clean up' what damage he feels he has caused. He most likely won't be easy to contact until he returns from this tour. I honestly think keeping an eye out for Fiona is a better idea for the short term -- she'll be back in town some time next week.

Special thanks to Rhodes, Plink, and Ibeyla for helping me get this headcanon up and running!

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deroberst said: He looked up from his desk, placed paper and pen on the edge with his bright eyes alive with a tired concern. There were ink blots still drying on open, white sheets and the smell of it was dark, thick, and toxic to the tongue. Karl saw his brother and kept his head up; there might have been sweat on his palm.

“Well, what’s troubling you, Thomas?” and his voice was dry like the morning.

Thomas wiggled as he was standing, his fingers tapping together quite nervously as he started to sweat. He was afraid. He had... woken up with some really weird memories this morning. Oh well, here goes nothing. "I... I..." he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"I THINK I TRIED TO SEDUCE HILTZ, PROZEN, IRVINE AND SOME OTHERS AND I WOKE UP THIS MORNING FEELING REALLY WEIRD, HELP ME KARL YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE."

Thomas managed to get all of that before he collapsed into a bawling mess on the floor.

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(( ooc: okay okay I'll stop now >_> ))

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More visitors! More squishy, noisy humans at that! Wait, one of those wasn't a human. The smell was all wrong. All metallic and ancient, not like those weird warm smelling humans. This was going to be interesting, that was for sure! He leaned back to his full height and hooted loudly, before flattening out and wagging his tail this way and that.

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☽✰「 Birdsong 」04

Age 11

"Alright men, prepare to engage. Pincer strategy followed by a full frontal assault; don't break your ranks under any circumstances, or they'll blow through us." This wasn't Raven's first foray into combat with Karl's battalion, nor would it be the last, but there was definitely something ominous in the air surrounding the battlefield. Major Schwarz's voice over the com-link was reassuring, however the young pilot couldn't shake the unease that was preying upon his focus. It was his first time on point in combat with the major, and he was eager to preform well for his mentor.

The two Sabers stood abreast, facing the opposing Republican faction. A unit composed of a large number of Gordos and Command Wolves, much more than normal, flanked by Godos and Cannon Tortoise was stationed opposite of the 4th Land Battalion. The heavy guns of the large Gordos were a serious threat, especially considering this wasn't a rookie unit by a long shot. All of Raven's previous engagements had been against much smaller units and not entire assault battalions like this one. The fact that he was still relatively new to piloting his Saber Tiger only compounded his apprehension. Normally he rarely got nervous about combat, but there was just something off in the air that he could feel in the very fiber of his being.

Cosmos rumbled loudly and shifted his weight, bringing him back to reality. He had received the crimson Saber Tiger only a few months prior, and since he had only piloted bipedal Zoids previously, the transition to a quadrupedal one had been somewhat difficult at first. He was making excellent progress under Major Schwarz's care and guidance, however, and had since become a formidable force on the battlefield. That is, when Cosmos decided to work with him. The Saber Tiger was flamboyant, aggressive and prideful; he was having trouble accepting that he was being piloting by a mere 'cub' in his words. Arguments between Zoid and pilot were common, sometimes resulting in the great red Zoid refusing to move for his human counterpart or with him attacking and moving of his own accord when he believed Raven was hesitating.

/I hope you're ready for a real fight, cub/ Cosmos's haughty voice broke the calm, the great Saber growling outwardly and digging his claws into the sand. Raven exhaled loudly and tightened his grip on the controls, glancing over to Amaryllis. She stood still and proud, entirely unlike the crouched form of his Saber Tiger, who shifted and growled impatiently. Cosmos was all too eager to begin the fight, but Raven held him back. Karl had made it clear not to make the first move-

A shot rang out; from where it originated, Raven wasn't sure, but as soon as it streaked across the sky the two factions engaged. Amaryllis surged forward like a force of nature, with Cosmos eagerly bounding behind her with a malicious glint in his eyes, not even giving his pilot time to realize what was going on. Chaos broke out on the battlefield, with shells exploding every which way and Zoids ripping one another apart. Cosmos broke away from Amaryllis, diving off to the left while the other Saber Tiger went right. Raven smirked a bit and tightened his grip on the controls, he and Cosmos falling into sync. The red Saber Tiger danced lithely between enemy Zoids, rumbling happily to himself as he downed enemy after enemy with deftly-placed blows and bullets.

The high combat created had a strange way of altering the perception of time. The battle raged for an hour, but it felt like mere minutes to the young Saber pilot. Downed Zoids littered the battlefield; the Republican forces having suffered heavy losses. Their strategy had paid off in spades, with the enemy faction having been caught off-guard. The resulting confusion left them wide open and all the Imperials had to do was pick them off. Cosmos sprung down upon a distracted Godos pilot, pinning the white Zoid down and sinking razored claws into its back. The Republican Zoid let out a grating cry, something Cosmos reveled in as he raised up his paw to deliver the killing blow.

"-- Amaryllis, move!"

A loud concussive blast followed by the screeching of an injured Zoid made Raven's blood run cold. Cosmos heard it as well, his aim faltering briefly, paw slamming into the sand feet from the downed Godos's neck. Abandoning the injured Zoid, the Saber Tiger bolted off, following Amaryllis's signal on radar. Downed Zoids and hilly terrain obscured his view, but the young pilot's heart sank further and further as his comlink was filled with the sounds of an injured Zoid and someone hissing through their teeth in frustration. He was hoping he was wrong, that what he thought was going on really wasn't, but as Cosmos rounded a hill, his fears were realized.

Proud Amaryllis was awkwardly bowed, her front leg leg smoldering with plates of armor blown away to expose the inner mechanisms. Sparks erupted into the air as she tried to dodge, the limb buckling and her glittering form crumpling to the ground. She attempted to roll to her feet, but screamed in agony and remained painfully tilted on her side, limbs partly pulled to her belly as she snarled defiantly at some blow that was sure to come. What could have-- Raven stiffened, seeing for the first time the heavily armed Gordos opposite of his mentor's Saber Tiger. The imposing Zoid had its side to the downed Saber Tiger, spike-adorned tail raised threateningly.

The next few seconds were a blur. The Gordos's tail was heavily brought down, swinging towards the crippled Saber Tiger with deadly intent. Raven reacted instantaneously; a red flash intercepted the blow. There was a loud clash of steel, followed by a sickening mechanical groaning which degenerated into the horrific rending of metal. Cosmos's fangs had sunken deep into the tail, the long spines buried in his side, before he reared back and tore the tail from the Gordos's body and flung it away. The wound to the Saber Tiger's flank didn't register as a hindrance; the fierce warrior was too absorbed in the heat of battle to let such a petty thing distract him from his goal.

Wailing in pain, the Gordos staggered as it tried to adjust its balance, guns swinging and aiming directly at the crimson Zoid; a last effort to kill him and his young pilot. The threat of death did little to intimidate the two; if anything, it only strengthened their resolve to destroy the Republican and his machine. A snarl boiled from Cosmos's jaws as he plunged forward, claws tearing through the Gordos's flank and underbelly, spilling the internal components to the sands and exposing the Core to the air. A shrill scream erupted from the Gordos, the Zoid attempting to fire its cannons with its last breath; it refused to die without taking someone with it. The boom of those desperate shots being fired shook the very ground, and the sand it whipped up concealed the red Saber Tiger and his fate for a few terrifying moments.

Like a landslide, the massive Republican Zoid suddenly crumbled to the ground, and was still. The sand settled, revealing Cosmos to be still standing with weapons smoking; the Gordos's shells had clipped his left shoulder, leaving deep furrows in his battle-grimed armor. A single, precisely placed shot from the weapon on the Saber Tiger's back had stuck the Republican's cockpit, preventing the pilot from locking on with the cannons in that last critical moment. Hydraulic fluid and oil oozed from the deep punctures to Cosmos's side, sparks cackling around the injures. Adrenaline wearing off, Raven felt a slight pain and dampness on his side for the first time. He would later discover he suffered several bruised ribs and a small laceration; the force of the collision having caused the restraints to cut into his side. At the time he didn't care. All that mattered was that the Gordos was dead, while Karl and Amaryllis were not. The remaining Republican forces began to retreat upon the downing of their commander, realizing the battle was lost. Raven's cockpit was filled with the joyous cries of victory from the other soldiers, but he scarcely heard it. There were other, more important things on his mind.

Raven turned Cosmos to face his mentor and his downed Zoid, the thrill of victory leaving him and being replaced with concern. The battlefield was still, the din of the celebrating soldiers drowning out into the background. Minutes seemed to pass with no signs of life, before he saw the Saber Tiger's cockpit pop and slowly open. Major Schwarz staggered to his feet a bit after getting out of his safety harness, looking up to Cosmos with an unreadable expression. The young Imperial let out a breath he didn't even realize he had been holding. He was alright. The worry ebbed away and he undid his restraints, Cosmos bowing down and resting his chin on the sand. After opening the cover, he hurried out of the cockpit and over to where his mentor was now standing. That had been close. Far too close. He was certain he'd get a lecture over never using such reckless tactics ever again, but he didn't care. It was worked, and they were both still alive. A that was all that mattered to him in the end.

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