I still say you should have taken Ghidra, or Duce. Or Riot, the Lightning Saix said as it trotted along, rainbow tail waving. The solitary Zoid had broken off of a search team on the coast, combing the island for anymore survivors. It had been a week since the events-Max Rubin could see the plume of smoke from the still erupting volcano well off in the distance.
He was on his own this time, the rest of the Rottigers not doing anything in particular. Having been gone so long from combat, he wanted to get a bit of practice in before anything major happened with the whole team. He figured this would be a nice little exercise.
"But I took you," Max said with a smile as the forest passed around them, "I don't expect to run across anything anyways. And if nothing else, you can outrun nearly anything now. Relax," he chuckled, "I'm not used to having all these Zoids to choose from. I wanted to stick with something familiar."
Ghidra wasn't happy. I swear, that lump was pouting when we left, Gordon picked his way over a mossy pile of rocks, stopping at the top since they could see the ruins of the dome from here. Even Max was quiet for a second.
"...maybe I should have brought one of them with us, at least. Oh well, too late now," he directed the Zoid down the pile of rocks and to the edge of the ruined city; the carcass of the once grand metropolis already gutted by looters. Luckily, the bodies had all been cleared away, though broken droids and dried splatters of blood still remained on the walls and ground.
Creepy, the Zoid mumbled, walking through a hole and looking around. Even though the city had been checked, never hurt to check again. Perhaps someone had come after everything calmed down.
"A little. Come on," the Saix trotted down a broad street, head high and looking left and right, careful not to brain himself on the end of his canons.
An old world lay in pieces. The smell of death and choking smoke, stale blood and bullet wounds infected the laden air when the Whale Kings shot off from the rugged city floor and went slowly away, crying in their low, melancholy voices...The stench had been there for awhile now. And it was very settled now, rotten and putrid as was the disaster of Toral City. Everything was broken. Severed. The human corpses were gone, but the machines were still there, contorted and stiff, painted with blood that was browned and dry, and cut marks that matched the scars in the buildings, the soil.
There were no words for the pain. A single Gojulas tread carefully, slowly, over scorched earth and shattered shrapnel with his jaws tightly clenched. His pilot was despondent too.
[color=C5C0B6]"You're sure you wanted to split the group?"[/color] asked Patriot, who stopped for a moment to observe the smoking volcano. The still quiet of Bek was something that filled him with a starving sort of emptiness.
[color=86A568]"I'm sure,"[/color] said Rob Herman, who was looking up at the Whale Kings which were nothing more but spots in the sky. [color=86A568]"We have to cover as much ground as possible while we're here. Besides, if anything comes up, we can radio for backup. "[/color]
The Gojulas nodded and kept on going, making his way towards one of the wider roads of the fallen city. He doubted they were going to find any trouble either. But then again, there was a reason to be extra cautious despite the sleepy silence. Each small mountain of rubble, the dried blood pools and small dark passage made them both wary. They'd heard in passing that a couple of Republican Zoids from a previously dispatched party had gone missing--but that was more a rumor than anything else.
They listened for voices, for anything. A 'help me' or any distinguishable cry for aid, some evidence of survivors, even though they'd heard that most of the continent's population had fled awhile ago. It was haunting, unsettling indeed, to recall that Evrioz was once a thriving metropolis. Now, there was only wind and waste...
As they continued, something on the dashboard cropped up suddenly. An unidentified object was flashing a very heated red on one of the screens.
Rob leaned forward narrowed his dark eyes. [color=86A568]"Hold on, Patriot. We're picking somethin' up on the radar."[/color]