(OOC: Anyone can RP in this. Hope it'll be fun, but it's an old story I had before at Zoids Evolution Forums. I'm sure Emily, Dragon and Clint will know what I'm talkin about after a few posts. )

Len Evander Cohara had just rolled into town on his Bio Volcano, named Andraeus. He saw a nearby bar, and decided it was time for a break.

"Well Andraeus... wanna stop here?" asked Len, pulling the collar of his suit and then letting it go. It was starting to get hot in the suit.

~Meh... Whatever you want~ growled Andraeus. ~I do miss flying.~
"What the heck does that have with anything we're doing?" retorted Len, annoyed with his Zoid once again.

Andraeus went quiet, letting Len park the Zoid as he unzipped the suite. Underneath the suite was Len in his normal outfit, a red oriental suite, and of course his black jeans. The core opened up in a spiral way, as he made a little run, then jumped.

"Hm... " muttered Len, as he got a better look at the Bar's name: Seven Hell's was what it read, but really the name of the bar was Sevlen Shell. The "l" and "S" had either burned out or were just not on for that purpose. He opened the old western style doors, making no eye contact as he sat down near a corner.

The bartender came up asking, "What would you like sir?"
Len looked up, replying, "I'll take a glass of milk."
The bartender just stared, trying not to laugh but noted that Len did have an C-Prosthetic Arm, and that would mean trouble. He went back getting the milk, while Len waited. At that moment, a large group of people came in... and he thought he recognized someone...

He stood up quickly looking left and right as his left hand slid behind his back... groping the pouch.

Wondering about, Livingston and Clint, both for the search of there personal legend, came across a bar..The city was just the place to find some new recruits for the fallen Kaiser Klan. But then again, its full of goodie too-shoe republicains...Clint laid back in his cokpit, and smoked a cigarette, while listening to his theme song...

"the world is mine..."Clint thought.."And everything in it "...



Livingston came across a bar, and outside a Bio Volcano standing high and mighty was parked..Clint opened his eyes and watched the bio Zoid...For a few minutes he was glaring at it...

"Hey Livingston.."Clint finaly opened his mouth..."How about us getting one of these for a recruit...?"Clint smirked, kinda teasing the liger...

"Then yous better get me a damned CAS, befor you spend money on that disgusting thing..It looks like a bunch of teeth squished together, you fool, Why on ZI would you want that???"Livingston snarled, giving his usual nasty attitude...

"We may have no choice soon.."Clint laughed out..."Alright, let me down, Its time I take a little trip ..I must find a recruit befor next week..."
Clint had hoped out his Liger, and with that killed the cigarette...

The Liger went off, to some unknown vacility on its own, and Clint went into the bar...

....................................

Golden claws grated against the street as the Energy Liger shouldered his way down the road, ignoring strange looks and cat calls. The Zenebas insignia stood out clearly on his right shoulder, fact enough to call the whole population to attention that there was a former enemy Zoid in Helic.

Still, there wasn't much anyone could do about it - this was an Energy Liger, after all. With his gleaming claws and fangs, pointy horn, and firepower enough to level the buildings there, Solaris wasn't exactly something to laugh at. People feared his breed for a reason, yanno.

Just what exactly are we doing in this city again, Wolff? Solaris asked tiredly, mane bristling as he snapped at an errant Command Wolf in his way. You know these people don't like us.

"Well, I don't like doing chores either, Solaris," Wolff muttered, flexing the controls to weave his Zoid through traffic. "But they've got to be done, you know. Just think, now you've got a shield for better defense. No more Redlers blowing up the energy charger."

The Liger shuddered at that, nearly impaling a passing Arosaurer with a wingtip. Do not remind me of that. Please.

"Sorry." Shrugging, Wolff scanned the buildings about, pulling back slightly on the controls as Solaris came abreast of a small bar. Inconspicuous enough. Maybe he wouldn't get funny looks in there. "Hold up. I'm going to pop in for a drink, alright?"

Fine by me, Solaris rumbled, steered into a parking space nearby a Bio Volcano and a snarling Liger Zero. Just watch for crazy people with minature CPCs fighting in the vicinity.

"That was the weirdest thing ever in my life," the man muttered, kicking open the canopy and sliding down the Liger's smooth facial armor to the street. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back." Boots hitting the road with a thump, Wolff brushed off his coat and headed through the door.

And just where would I go? Solaris asked blankly, sweatdropping.

A flurry of wild hair caught his eye, as Len saw the last person he thought he would ever see... Clint.

"Holy hell... Clint, my man what are you doing here?" asked Len, walking over to shake his hand. They had once been on a Team... maybe 2-3 years ago. Once they had repaired the base with Emily and Dragon, Len had left the team, wanting to do other things in life.

"How's Emily and Dragon?" he continued, watching someone who looked strangely familier walk in. At first glance he thought it was Emily... but of course this person was a man, and clearly not any relation to her. The doors that still hung back revealed he was a Energy Liger pilot...

"Ironic... how Emily use to pilot an Energy Liger," thought Len, as he asked Clint one last question: "Where's your Fury?"

((Aw. ~flail~ I wanted to be a part of this. D: So Clint, I'm bumping in ahead of you. ~grin~ =3 Or I can just save this and put it last.))

A small shape bounced across the streets, weaving with ease inbetween slower Zoids with graceful pounces. The sleek red armor, accented by bright golden bits seemed to reflect and dance as the Zoid bobbed in his odd gaint. The pointed head, all snout and ear, turned to look over his shoulder. Golden teeth flashed in a smile as the green optics brightened.

Haha, Mustang! Too slooooooow! The Zoid yapped.

The mech had barely gotten another step before another Zoid blundered right past him, pawsteps like thunder on the city street. A Shield Liger stepped out of the way, snarling in anger as the two Imperial Zoids cantered past. The smaller red one yelped loudly as he almost smacked into said Liger but still managed to zip away.

Pick it up, Altair! The Liger roared.

Victory Liger and Fire Fox. Two Zoids who....really shouldn't be in Helic. All the same, the two Zoids were having just a carefree time running amuck in the city.

In the Liger's cockpit, Echo was boredly gazing out the window. Bleh, New Helic. Too safe and clean. The pilot yawned as his Victory Liger ran about, the massive Victory Cannon upon his back swaying as he ran.

"Ari, wanna stop at a bar or something? I'm hungry." Echo said into the comm-link. There was a fizzle of static before a female's voice rang in.

"Underage drinking? Sure!" Came the response. Ari was grining like a devil, white teeth showing as she plotted her normal activites. Like...setting stuff on fire. Fun. :o Echo paled at this.

"Drinking? Not....that." He muttered, sweatdropping.

"Why not? Besides, not like Dragon's gonna lecture us when we get home." Ari answered with a roll of her eyes. Stupid teen was probably off getting drunk herself. Or something.

Oh look, a bar! Altair squeaked. His golden claws crunched into the ground as he slid to a stop, looking at a tiny little place. Looked nice enough. The canopy popped open as Ari leaped out, with Echo following. Mustang grumbled something before palunking down on the street.

Don't eat any nuts, don't use the bathrooms, and I don't want either of you to get so drunk you spend the night having sex, alright? Mustang snapped, pointing a slanted claw at each pilot.

"That just ruined my evening." Ari scoffed with sarcasm. Echo opened his mouth, blinked, then snapepd it shut. Bwa? His Zoid purred in laughter as Altair let out a bark, tail wagging.

Without another word the two pilots vanished in the bar, leaving their Zoids to wreck whatever havoc they wished.

Clint saw this guy coming and reacted very rashly...With a 1/10th of a moment, a gun was in his hands, and pointed at this strange person...Clint couldn't remember his former teammate, rival, and good friend...He was a lost sole in which his last few years had been nothing but a blurr..His friends are gone, and his experiences vanished from his memory...

He couldn't even remember how OverDose would act like..he doesnt remember how his silent purple fuhrer would act...All he knows is that Tesst father is trying his best to revive them..And OverDose might be the key to his memories...

But others also...

"Ahh, You said fuhrer???"Clint gleared at The stranger while pointing his gun..People around him began walking away, and Clint's eyes shined a glimp of loss memory ...

"I...I Known ,of a fuhrer...You might know me??..I..I might know you..."Clint paused...His head began to ake while he watched this stranger...but he wouldn't show the pain that was stabbing at his mind...

Len watched as two others followed behind Clint. However, something struck at the back of his thoughts, because he thought he'd knew them from somewhere...

Meanwhile...

"Holy hell!" yelled Len, pulling a Tanto handle from the pouch as his C-Prosthetic flipped around, revealing a 18 inch blade. The handle snapped together with a click on the blade as his blade pressed against Clint's gun...

"What the hell man.. what the hell?!" continued Len, wondering why Clint was acting so off... Too bad Ying wasn't with him anymore... or else he could use it to contact Overdose...

"Wait a sec..." muttered Len...

((I'M TOO BRAINDEAD TO POST AND AM DOING SO ANYWAY, WHUT))

Solaris paused in his menacing of a nearby Gunsniper, pointy horn inches away from poking somewhere vital in the raptor's throat. A screech from the street made him pause, and during that time the little Zoid flailed and ran away, sans pilot.

Haaa, Solly. You're going to be in trouble for that one. :P

A Trinity Liger? Blink. In Helic? The Energy Liger plunked his butt down and stared curiously at the other Liger and the Fire Fox, head cocked to the side. He had the funny feeling he should know these guys from somewhere.

...you. You're Altair, Solaris rumbled finally, bringing one paw up in a sort of half - waggle half - poking motion. You live in Dragon's base. Woo, score one point for Solaris' rlyold memory banks. :D What are you guys doing here?

By now comfortably seated at a seat at the bar, Wolff ignored the look he was getting from the bartender, preferring to watch the action around him. Hmm, it appeared two guys not too far away were about to get into a fight... Great. Just great. Terrone Town all over again, minus CPCs.

"Maybe I should get my drink to go," the man muttered, when the door swung open again and two people walked in. Two people Wolff vaguely recognized from past incidents. "Echo? Ari - Arianna?"

WHO ARE YOU!!! Clint yelled out still pointing the gun..He wasn't afraid of a cyborg...He watched the stranger deeply. His eyes began burning him, and his headache began to get worse..But he still stood..

But , that was until, he fell on his knees, and while still griping the gun held his head in pain..He began to see visions of a Geno Breaker, a Purple fuhrer, and then 3 powerful organoids...But it was all a blurr, and shadow like...

Who--who are you?...Clint continued...

The gun had sent a screaming popping noise all throughout the bar...














A bullet was indented into the wooden floor, of the bar...

Len watched Clint fall to his knees... and bewildered he lowered his blade. Eyeing Clint closeles... a red visor dropped over his eyes, as they blipped. Aware of what was about to happen, Len made a grab for the gun, but failed as it went off.

The bullet made a sound of metal clashing against metal as it richochetted off his right shoulder and into the bar floor.

"Yo... bartender... sorry bout that," yelled Len, making another grab for the gun...

Clint let him have the gun...

"He-he...Just like you to have all those weird arse gizmo's n gadgets, Len..."..

Clint was still griping his head, and a tear began dropping to the floor...He was grinning, for he now can remember a big part of his past... Len Evander Cohara..His rival, and friend. His teammate and Allie...

"Sorry, buddy ..I lost my memories..."Was the only thing He could say...

Len took Clint's gun, holding it for a moment, as he listened to his rival, friend, and former team mate.

"How the heck do you lose your memory in the time span of 2 years?!" yelled Len, his C-Prosthetic Arm reopened, allowing Len to disassemble the blade, as he place the handle back into the pouch.

He threw the gun back to Clint... but another person caught his eye. His gadgets were all coded to his fingerprints, DNA, etc. It read exactly how far he was from his gadgets whenever he took them off... but at the moment... the gadgets had two sources of his DNA in close proximity....

"Hm..." thought Len, looking around, but with the commotion they had caused, he couldn't pinpoint exactly who it was. A black cloaked figure caught his eye as they ran out... Len left Clint for a moment, running forward to catch the figure.

The bar doors swung open as Len followed closely behind, but as Len exited... they had disappeared. The signal disappeared.

"Damn..." thought Len, as he walked back in....

"So what happened to your Fury and Overdose?" asked Len, extending his hand in friendship and equal status towards Clint to help him up.

((Oy. Guys. GZ is not like ZE. We have posting orders. We like to follow them. AND! It's generally polite to wait for the other members to post before posting yourselves. So.

Posting order is currently Len, myself, Draggy, and then Clint. Boys, SIT YER BUTTS DOWN 'N WAIT for Dragon. It won't kill you, promise. :P I'll be deleting this myself, later.))

((We realy got that posting order stuff..Damn..I ain't even know that..))

((Um yeah. Thanks, thanks guys. I know I'm small and useless but not so much that.....yeah. w/e. I'ma drop out then, seeing as my one teeny post didn't do much. ~shrug~ An' I wouldn't wanna hold you guys up any longer.))

(DRAGON COME BACK!!! *goes on hands and knees* I'M SOOOOOO SORRY! I HAD NO IDEA THERE WAS A POST ORDER RULE... I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST LIKE ZE!!!

Secondly... Len doesn't know any of your guy's character... so I couldn't think of a way to incorporate them. The only one I'm sure Len would know... is Clint...)

*stomps off at the fact this topic is becoming a damned drama ...* :whatever:

~stares at Clint~ You call me a drama? ~points to his posts~ If those aren't dramatic I dun know what else is. And yus. No swearing.

Lawl, dun beg like that Len. o.o Yesterday was just an off day of unhappiness and emo!lol. Butyeah, I'll get to this when I have freakin' time. x_x Which will be just a bit later after a docter appointment I have. D: ~sigh~

Altair was trying to pounce upon Mustang's tail, little growls rumbling from his throat. The larger Mecha snapped his teeth, then sent his tail full force into the Fox's nose. Altair yapped and fell backward, golden paws scrabbling against the street.

Ow! That hurt you ugly Liger! He squeaked, bringing a paw up to rub his nose. Mustang growled and rose to his paws, green optics flashing.

Ugly!?

Mustang was about to go superkeety on the canine when the Energy Liger spoke. Head lifted to gaze at the Liger, Mustang's optics took a sheen of confusion. Altair took his chance to bobble over to Solaris.

Hey! Yer Solaris, pointyguy's Zoid! The Fire Fox barked, green optics wide. Tail wagging, Altair let his face break out in a strange metal grin of joy. Echo n' Ari are inside talkin' or something. He said. A pause. Or making babies. I dunno.

Mustang strode over with confident steps and -bam!- dropped his paw atop the canine's head. Altair dropped like a rock, twitching slightly. Idiot. The Victory Liger huffed.


The two pilots chose their seats at the bar counter, the tender giving them both a slight look. Ari shot him a glare before resting her chin upon her hands and staring at the many colorful alcohols. Echo moved beside her, blinking slowly as the bartender came back, asking what they wanted.

"Two bottled waters, please." Echo said politely, taking 5 Gallos from his pocket and sliding over the counter. Ari raised a brow. "You didn't have to pay, I have money." She scoffed. Echo shrugged and twisted over his water cap when it came.

But Ari was watching two guys with interest. One had a gun, the other a blade. That instantly put her on edge. Hopefully these guys weren't murderers or something. But a familiar flash of gold hair caught her eye, and the teen pilot turned to look at Wolff.

"Hey, I know you! You're the guy Raddy was hitting on." Arianna said with a grin. Echo swiveled around to look at the pointeh haired fellow, giving a slight nod in greeting. Ari was about to speak again when thunder rang off in the bar.

"Hey!" Echo yelled. He blinked with silent rage, staring at the two crazy strangers. If Tank or Radium were here they would have beat them both out of the bar in a flurry of claws and teeth, but these two were....not as well-armed. All the same, Arianna was quick with her tounge.

She was about to tell those two to get lost when a name was said. Len? That was.....familiar. Ari blinked once as Echo stared on. Oh. Right. Dragon. In all broken-minded emotions told of her friends.....friends that had vanished but never forgotten. Len and Clint? Those two? They were Dragon's allies?

No wonder the kid was so messed up in the head.

Still, with firey eyes aglow, Ari said nothing as she watched the men, a frown on her lips and eyes like concealed fire. Echo was silent, peering over her shoulder with wary eyes on that gun.

Indeed. Nice to see you both, Solaris grinned, tail swishing and thwacking a nearby Bearfighter in the nose. The bear Zoid grunted and scooted away, completing the circle of empty space around the Energy Liger.

Jaw opening, the Liger paused at Altair's statement and just... Froze. Sortof. Long enough for the Fox to get whocked over the canopy.

...making babies? :o

A - hurrr. Congratulations, you just broke Solly's brain. 8D

Wolff nodded, grimacing slightly in the process. Great, these people were only remembering him because of that glowing girl... What was her name? Radium? Hitting on him. D: Joy. Still, the man did his best to be friendly. "Yes, that's me. Wolff Muroa."

Jerking in reflex at the sound of a shot fired, Wolff resisted the survival urges to hit the deck. Instead, he turned around, red eyes again resting on the two men from earlier. One of which apparently didn't have the safety on for his gun. >.o

"And I thought Helic was supposed to be a safe city," Wolff muttered quietly, debating leaving for the more relative safety of Solaris.

(Shall we skip out on Clint?)

((Gee, it's been about a month. Ya think? :P))

OOC:...BZz AcK!!!..And If y'all dudes just didn't keep going because of me, I realy appreciate that..Now Im Back..And len, shall we fight?...

IC:...

"The Fuhrer?"..Clint said as he griped onto Lens arm , so he may stand to his feet. "The Fuhrer , and OverDose died saving me..."

I don't know if you remembered Cly..The former teammate of the Apocalypse..But, I had to fight him..Tesst ended up dead, and the Fury, and OverDose, the organoid ended in a rehabilitation lab.

I lost my memories...some of it though..But now, Im begining to remember the others..Dragon, And Emily.".Clint said while rubbing his head...

"What have become of those two...We had good times didn't we?"..Clint asked .