Episode One: Clashing Steel, Sanarian's Plot Roleplay

(OOC: This is Sanarian's OFFICIAL start for his Plot. Finally. I'm too lazy, too often.)

The wind brushed against his face with a reassuring ease, almost as though the world were comforting him from the dull ache in his chest. This pain was consistent for it was a disease that was passed down in his family, and by sheer bad luck it began to takes it's toll on him during a time when Planet Zi was in a state of constant peril. It wouldn't seem as though it took a toll on him, but it did very much. This attributed greatly to his anger, which was mistakenly directed upon the people closest to him.

Gasping in relief when the pain finally subsided, the air was seemingly forced from his chest; this caused Sanarian to drop upon his knees in a fit created by a lack of air. This was almost a daily happening, for the more severe his condition became the more common these attacks grew. All of the doctors whom had treated him agreed, there was almost no chance of survival for him. The only hope to save Sanarian's life was that a cure could be found soon. Whether or not this would actually happen was rather unlikely, but that didn't stop the youth from dreaming.

This bloodline disease only affected those mixed with Ancient Zoidian blood. Heritage wasn't something that bothered the doctor who treated him, but the man told him that a cure was impossible without an Ancient Zoidian whom possessed this disease as well. Though the disease would merely be dormant in them. The chances of finding another whose bloodline also contained this disease. This was virtually impossible, thus the boy had all but given in to death. Giving in to death would only prove his weakness, and in a last act of defiance Sanarian planned to prove his strength no matter what the cost.

It seemed almost as if his Murasame Liger, Exeter, were more concerned with finding a cure on the other hand. The Zoid was ancient and would likely know which bloodlines possessed it, but finding them would prove the hard part. Over the past few days the Zoid recollected several people with this hereditary disease, but none of them were alive currently. The only one who possessed this disease that Sanarian knew desperately wanted to murder him, and as such there wasn’t any hope for him to live longer than another year.

Pacing behind the youth with his blue armor graciously glimmering in the afternoon sun was Exeter, his own thoughts racing rampantly. The desire to survive was fading in his beloved pilot, causing the Zoid a great deal of pain through their mental link. Perhaps this was an exaggeration but the Murasame Liger indeed felt pain for his youthful friend. Defying death wasn’t something many people found the courage to attempt; yet Sanarian still forced himself to try this hectic thought. If Exeter were able to save his partner however, defying the one known as death wouldn’t be required.

Graciously rising to his feet, Sanarian noted that a battle was taking place in the distance. It was a trivial battle between two sides, bandits trying to prove that their clan was better than another. Turning towards the Murasame Liger the pilot uneasily shrugged his shoulders while motioning for the Liger to lower and open his warm canopy. “We’re going to enter that battle, and we’re going to thrash them. I feel most alive when I’m in a Zoid battle, and maybe we’ll have some fun in the process. Perhaps do some good in the midst of our evil deeds.”

Approvingly growling towards his pilot, Exeter cleanly closed the cockpit while Sanarian found a comfortable stance inside of the seat. Within the past month the boy remodeled his cockpit, installing a more advanced blade control system. Now it was more dependent upon his hand motions, forcing him to learn a mixture of different swordsmanship styles to increase in power. Far more effective than the former system, the two were rapidly increasing in their synchronization ratio. “Let’s thrash these guys. All sixteen of them.” Sanarian muttered while his eyes seemed to fog over at the mere thought of battle.

Upon the battlefield were three Lightning Saix, seven Shield Ligers, four Gun Snipers, and two Geno Saurers. Obviously they didn’t expect another combatant to be racing towards them with such speed but it was happening all the same. Battling with these fools would help relax him, and at the same time stress his mind to think of several impressive battle tactics. Playing his opponents against each other would be a key strategy, which meant playing them for the suckers they truly were.

Yet as the murasame liger approached the area where all the bandits are fighting, a white beam errupted through all the chaos destroying two gunsnipers and one genosaurer who were unfortunate enough to stand in its path. A shockwave soon followed kicking up dirt and dust while it knocked the surrounding zoids off their feet. As the dust settled, the zoid which had fired the particle beam was revealed, standing several hundred feet away from where the bandits were fighting. A red genosaurer bend forward, the barrel still visible within its gaping maw. Steam could be seen emerging from the ventilation fans located on its tail. Seconds later, the hissing of steam stopped, and the fans were retracted, armored plating sliding back into place. Deep in the genosaurer's chest in which its cockpit is located, Rio grinned. Two loud clanks told Rio that the anchors were retracted giving Dominion mobility.

Activating the comn on the general frequency, the half breed began to talk "Unfortunately for you guys, the nearby villages has hired the Mean Machines to get rid of you pests. Something i am more then happy to do, so say your prayers and may Zoid Eve have mercy on you." Rio's eyes became cold and hard, his face emotionless, his next few words came out in a bare whisper. "For the Crimson Domination won't.." with a jerk of the controls, Rio activated the boosters and charged the bandits. And thus the battle was joined once more, the bandits were now united at the loss of the comrades. "This makes it so much more exciting." Rio calculated his face a mask of calmness. Deep in his heart, Rio knew there would be no escape... The bandits were fated to die. Why? Simple, before arriving here, Rio had paid a visit to the two groups respective bases. The two groups did not stand a chance. When Rio had finished off the last of the bandits, he realized that the number of corpses were not accounted for. Which meant there were some left which is why Rio was here now. There was no bases for the bandits to return too. The only thing left for them was death, after hearing the horrifying tales from the villagers, Rio was more then eager to help the bandits on their way to the river styx.

As Dominion shot across the terrain, the remaining genosaurer decided to attack with it pulse cannons. Gripping the controls Rio manuever the boosters jerking them left to right causing Dominion to zig zag across the terrain evading the pulse lasers with ease. Pulling the throttle down to zero, Rio could hear the as the whining of the boosters was cut off, Dominion landed its hind legs bending as it proceeded to jump. As Dominion kicked off, Rio slammed the throttle to max once more. To the other genosaurer, it would have seem as if Dominion had vanished right before its sensors. Dominion came crashing down on the other genosaurer its nose cannons blazing away the shells smashing into the pulse cannons disabling the powerful weapons. Clamping its jaw around a single barrel, Dominion ripped off the right cannon before spitting it out. It then moved onto the opposing genosaurer's neck its teeth ripping into the base and ripping out metal flash. The genosaurer could not take such punishment and fell on its side. Without mercy, Rio position the nose cannons at the cockpit and fired pointblank into the zoid's side the shells punching into the armor creating holes, and from them blood came seeping out. Standing with one feet place on the fallen genosaurer, Dominion threw its head back in an unearthly roar "Domination !" it screamed. As Dominion lowered it head, Rio studied the screen. A hint of surprise flashed across Rio's eyes as he noticed the murasame liger in the background. Rio brushed the liger's appearance aside, he would deal with that later. "So..." he muttered to himself studying the bandits "Who's next ?"

Senseless destruction, and even more so the point of those being here. Faith hadn't planned on coming this far into the Windeen Lake area before she found herself within range of some rather cranky mob folks, as she called them. Of course she did her best to aviod their fude but they likely had seen her on radar, not that she cared much, who would mess with a Liger who looked like it could rip your head off? Not many idiots. To bad these weren't idiots, Kai would of enjoyed having some fun.

The Oblivion Liger was probably to the east, or right, of the Murasame Liger as it made its approach. The zoid itself and sensed an old presense and decided to investigate, despite Faith's attempts to stop the zoid. She really didn't want any trouble, but when spotting Sanarian's zoid Exeter, she became a bit more attentitive. This was her friend by all means but alas this field wasn't exactly a special place to meet. Wait special? Why special? No idea, Faith is special thats why, she's San's only friend. True that.

With a snarl did Kai approach the Murasame Liger with no intention to kill him, unless Faith went through a mood switch. Faith swiftly leaned back in her seat and questioned on if to truly allow herself to talk to Sanarian. Yes his zoid seemed rather edgy and with Rio and some gangs in the area, oy she was questioning why she even came here. "Kai, promise me you won't do anything rash.." She muttered and gave the controls a slight jerk to prove her point, causing the zoids to limp a bit to its right before it came to a halt a few meters away from Exeter. Fine. Kai grumbled and gave his tail a few short twitches.