A New Perspective - A Zoids Fan-Fiction

Episode 3 - What on Zi is going on?!

"Milo! You have to run!" Eve's voice echoed in his head. The world seemed to spin around in front of Milo. His head felt light, from fear and nervousness that pulsed through him. His mind couldn't process the reason why Eve's voice went through his head at a time like this.

The roar of a Red Horn sounded somewhere off in the distance.

Red Horns are Imperial Zoids. There were destroyed Republican Zoids. An Attack by the Empire on this city in the Republic? Milo's confused and disoriented mind worked hard to try to piece things together. As he did so, it only then occurred to him, piloting the Shield Liger, with the republican symbol on it's right shoulder, that he was in danger. Anyone even piloting a Republican Zoid this close to the border was in danger. It was worse that actually worked for the Republic. While it meant his Zoid could wear the Republican Insignia, allowing him special access to many places, it was almost a death sentence if you were spotted by an Imperial patrol.

Milo stumbled backwards, trying to find his way back to Chocolate. But, she was gone.

What a time for her to disappear Milo thought to himself, an eerie calm settling around him.

"Chocolate!" He called. Milo was answered by her roar, somewhere down the hill, towards the city. He walked down into the outer limits of the city, not thinking anything through. Milo looked in-between each building, when he stopped, swearing that he saw her dash past the gap in the buildings. But, he heard nothing. If his mind was in top working order, that would have put him on his guard. Yet, something was obviously messing with his brain. Could it be the smoke that rose from some still burning buildings, a little too close for comfort? Still, he followed her, or what he thought was her, and went between the buildings. Nothing. She had disappeared from his sight yet again.

Then, Milo heard a roar off in the distance. A Zaber fang, another Imperial Zoid. Milo got a little more cautious. He needed to be careful not to be crushed, or even worse, fired upon without protection. And on he kept walking, feeling even more drowsy and disoriented than with each step. His head was now throbbing, and he could barely put one foot in front of the other.

There. Chocolate was in the center of a group of buildings. She was just sitting there, with her claws over her head. Milo walked painfully over to her, his muscle aching. Suddenly, he realized that there was something other than smoke causing this. Eve's voice again ran through his head.

"Milo! You have to run!" Eve screamed.

He was now very wary. Something wasn't right. Milo turned around, taking in his surroundings, with a more alert and clear mind. Then, dread washed over him. Something was behind him, but he was too afraid to look. It was a sickeningly familiar feeling. Slowly Milo turned around, until a tall dark figure caught his eye. He quickly turned the rest of the way, only to behold his worst nightmare. A Black and blue Geno Saurer, battle scarred and faded, stared back at him.

Chocolate, who was being pinned down by a Zaber Fang, let out a low growl. Her tail swished back and forth. Milo didn't know what to do. He didn't even know what they were going to do. He could only watched as four men, and two women approached him. One of the women was dressed in a more elaborately decorated Imperial Army Uniform than the others. Not even asking questions, they pointed their guns at Milo, who unarmed put his hands up as a sign of surrender. The Leader, the woman in the fancy uniform, turned to the Geno Saurer, and spoke to him in a coded language Milo had never heard before. There were only a few languages on the Europa continent, and Milo had been trained in different military codes from both sides. Milo could recognize them all. That is, all except this one. The Geno Saurer seemed to reply itself, with a roar, instead of a human voice. This only further confuse Milo, who still didn't understand what was going on.

They began to approach him, raising their guns as a sign for him not to move. One of the men moved behind him, raising the butt of his gun. Milo knew what was coming next. Pain soared through his head, but only for a brief second before his body fell to the ground.

Where am I? Where's Chocolate? Light fell in a single shaft, in a pitch black room. Milo slowly came back into consciousness, only to find himself restrained. The cold metal of a table caressed his skin, while harsh metal cuffs scrapped his wrists. Milo noted that his head hurt even more now, and that every muscle in his body screamed with pain. He wouldn't be surprised if he had a minor concussion. But, Milo couldn't imagine what they were going to do to him. What did they want with him, a lowly transporter? Were they going to torture him? The only thing he knew was where his last package was delivered, and who it was delivered to. Even if he was a carrier of secret messages for the Republican Army, he was but one in a series, who knew too little to be of use.

Milo turned his head to look at the shaft of light that seemed to be highlighting something. Light glinted off the point of a very sharp and fine object. He looked closer. A needle, with something blue in it. No, there was just residue from a strange substance. Now that Milo thought about it, he realized that part of that pain came from the needle wound.

And the more he thought about it, the more it hurt. But, it wasn't just on his neck; it seemed to spread slowly throughout his body. The pain grew, leaving Milo to scream in agony. It soon felt like he was being stretched in all directions, yet crushed, and then it morphed a strange and horrible pain that was hard to describe. He had a very vague and surreal idea of what could be happening. It seemed like his body was changing.

Suddenly, everything faded again, or at least the shaft of light disappeared, and Milo slipped back into unconsciousness. As he was doing so, he could hear voices. One was a deep voice, that was very familiar. But there was another voice even more familiar, which bounced around in his head.

"You're in danger Milo!" Eve's voice warned in his head as his mind went blank.

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